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idk if it’s just me but i can’t stop picturing this as agatha walking down the aisle to marry rio… not a traditional aisle, but one they made themselves.. it's quiet, sacred, and most importantly it's theirs.

it’s scattered with herbs, wildflowers, maybe some sigils drawn into the dirt. she’s holding a bouquet, maybe made under a blood moon, with flowers rio crafted just for her… or ones agatha gathered herself.

and in the middle of it all, it's daisies which are meant to show new beginnings, hope, and the kind of love that stays even through pain. 😭😭😭😭😭

and rio’s waiting there, waiting to marry the love of her life through a hand binding ritual..

with everything jac said—potions, wardrobe, choreography—

IDK AAA maybe it's because i miss them so bad but this vision really got to me.

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this is so special to me

UMM HOW HAVE I NEVER SEEN THIS???

all my mothers in one photo omg

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kathryn hahn the woman you are

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Mother Knows Best

(Agatha Harkness x fem!reader)

Summary : Agatha keeps her wife safe up in a tower. She can’t allow so much as the prospect of leaving.

Warnings / tags : smut (18+ !!) : pet names, strap-on (r!receiving), minor hair pulling, dub-con (I think), toxic!Agatha

Notes : okay i’m actually really proud of this I love the idea of Agatha being mother Gothel. Plus i’m doing into the woods rn so this is like fresh on my mind.

“Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair!”

Agatha calls in her usual, sarcastic, sing-songy voice. Leaning over the stone ledge of your tower, you saw her standing there, her curly hair looking perfect as usual, complimenting the blood red or her dress. She had that usual, mischievous smile on her face.

“We both know that’s not my name. And my hair is barely long enough to reach my chest.”

You roll your eyes, twirling a flower between your pointer finger and your thumb. She pouts in response, toying with the fabric covering her basket.

“You’re so literal, my love. Just drop the rope.”

She huffs, her smile only returning when you finally drop the long, strong rope for her to be hoisted up. As per usual.

Agatha made a point to visit you every day. Not a day went by where she wasn’t there, come rain or come shine. You knew that more than anything, really, she cared about you. During the day, you had next to no idea what she was doing. All you knew was that you were meant to stay put. Safe behind walls.

It was just that… you didn’t want to be stuck anymore. All you could do was read, paint, read again and clean. Sure, you were safe, but you knew there was a world out there. There was more than… this. And it had nothing to do with Agatha, either. More than anything, you’d want to explore the world with her. You were in love. Plus, you figured that if she could just understand that you didn’t want to leave her, she may finally let you explore the world.

Plus, you thought today would be the perfect day to at least try. In three days, a festival of lights for the royal family would pass… and it would be even more beautiful—it would be romantic—to see it with her. The most romantic thing you’d done since she made you a candlelit dinner for your birthday. And even that was nothing near what a normal couple would call romantic, even you knew that.

So, you figured, what could go so wrong?

Agatha came up through the window, gracefully sliding in just to immediately have her hands on you, pulling you in by the waist for a quick kiss.

“I missed you.”

She mumbles, smiling softly at you.

“I missed you too.”

You reply, running a hand through her hair. She just presses another kiss to your cheek and lets go of you, sauntering off to the kitchen. Even though you saw her every day, you couldn’t help but melt a little when she’d be so affectionate with you. It made you a little bit of a blushing mess—exactly how she wanted you.

“Agatha. Can I ask you something?”

You ask, following behind her to the kitchen, where she’s already busy unpacking her basket of ingredients for dinner. Without even glancing back at you, instead just taking out a small bowl of fruits, she says,

“Of course, my sweet. Ask me anything.”

Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad. I mean, she seemed to be in a good mood—although, even when she wasn’t in a good mood, it just meant she’d be a little… rougher. Which you didn’t really mind. So, one way or another, how bad could it go?

“I want to leave the tower. There’s this festival in three days and… well, I was thinking you could take me and we could go on a—“

You start, but before you can finish your sentence, Agatha has turned around and put her hand on your hip to tell you to stop. Her grip was more firm than normal, her hands digging into your flesh, and she looked like she was clenching her jaw hard enough to break it.

“And you’re not leaving. End of story.”

She shakes her head, glaring at you. Okay. Maybe not so reasonable.

“But, Agatha, love, If I could just… see what’s out there! And we could go together.”

You try to say softly, reaching to hold her hand, trying to calm her down a bit. As soon as your hand touches hers, she spins you around, pressing you against the counter, your hand pinned to the counter and her grip still firm on your hip.

“No. You are safe here, why would you want to leave me?”

Agatha asks accusatorially, scoffing.

“I don’t want to leave you! I just want something more. I want to go on real dates. I want to actually be a real couple with you.”

This only seems to piss her off more. She’s not used to you fighting her. And especially not on this.

“Don’t you know what’s out there, my love? I’ve told you a hundred times, there is nothing worth while.”

Clearly, she’s trying to soften her tone, to calm you down, but her nails are still digging into your hip, her fingers still intwined with yours to pin your hand down.

“I know… but, i’m not a child. I just want more than this. Agatha, you know I love you but—“

Again, she interrupts you, grabbing onto the belt of your dress, yanking you closer to her forcefully. You jolt forward, having to place your free hand on her shoulder to steady yourself.

“But nothing. I know what’s best for you. And you’re staying here.”

She says firmly, leaning in, staring at you through her lashes, that same, angry expression on her face.

“Agatha, please, just hear me out—“

You start again, before feeling Agatha start kissing down your neck, cutting you off with a bite. Of course she knows exactly how to get you quiet.

“No, come on, darling, we need to talk about th—iis.”

Yet again, you’re nearly cut off by Agatha’s hand running over your underwear through the fabric of your dress, stopping to press down right on the most sensitive spot. Clearly, she’s not having any more arguments.

It’s not that you didn’t want her like this… you just knew what she was doing. If you started now she’d just be able to brush it off and leave when you weren’t coherent enough to fight back.

But when she’s touching you like that…

“No.”

Agatha says casually, continuing her path down your neck, rubbing gently on your core.

“Agatha please just—“

She doesn’t even let you finish your groveling, just spins you around again so she has you bent over the kitchen counter, one hand now tangled in your hair to make sure she doesn’t push you too harshly into the counter.

“Are you going to keep arguing with me? Or are you going to let it go?”

She asks, looking down at you with a sadistic smile. She knows even before she’s done speaking what you’ll do. And she’s right. You just purse your lips, too overwhelmed by the way she’s holding you, trailing her fingers in mindless patterns on your hip to care about the lanterns anymore.

After a few seconds of silence, she bends over you, pushing your hair to the side to kiss the back of your neck, slowly working the zipper of your dress down.

“That’s what I thought, my love.”

As the zipper slowly slides further and further down, Agatha’s lips follow, kissing and licking her way down until she’s just above the waistline of your underwear, tugging your dress down into a pile on the ground.

“You won’t ask about leaving again, will you?”

She asks, standing up behind you, gripping your ass harshly.

“No.”

You respond quickly, shaking your head. Already, she had you exactly where she wanted you. Yeah, sure, this was a conversation you were going to bring up again… but she didn’t need to know that. Not when she was so close to giving you exactly what you wanted.

“Perfect. Give me a minute, my love. I’ll be right back.”

She coos, pressing a kiss to the back of your head before practically spinning away from you, sauntering over to your bedroom. Of course, you knew exactly what she was getting. And it only made the heat in your stomach grow worse.

Still, you stayed bent over the counter, waiting for her patiently, just like you knew she’d want.

Not a minute later, she came behind you, grabbing your hips again and pulling you into her. Agatha had an almost magical way to catch you off guard, able to surprise you with things like this as if it was easy. And feeling the cold tip of her favorite strap on pressing against your underwear was a very welcome surprise.

“Agatha.”

You mutter, moving back against her, trying to get her to do more. In response, she holds onto you tighter, keeping you still.

“Ah-ah. I’m going to make sure you know exactly where you belong, okay, my sweet?”

She smiles down at you, pulling the fabric of your underwear to the side, trailing the tip up and down your already wet folds.

Before you can respond, she’s shoving into you, pushing up against your cervix with one harsh thrust. You can feel the way she stretches you out, pushing against you just so. You can tell that she’s being more rough than normal, especially when seconds later she fully pulls out.

Already, she’s got you whining for her, moving your hips closer to her.

“Agatha please.”

You whine, moaning when she puts even the slightest amount of pressure back onto your core.

“So needy, love.”

She smirks, pushing harshly back into you again, drawing a loud moan from your mouth, the full feeling there again as she bottoms out.

“What is out there that I can’t give you here, huh?”

She asks, starting harsh, quick thrusts in and out, her hand wrapping around your hip to gently rub your clit, drawing another loud string of moans out. Now, with her pressed all the way into your cervix, her hand rubbing circles on you, you can barely form a coherent sentence. The overstimulation is just right. She knows all too well that you can take it.

“Mh— nuh- nothing.”

You shake your head, a high pitched whine coming out when she presses harder against your clit. You can’t even see her, but you know exactly how she’s smiling.

“That’s what I thought. Won’t think about leaving again, will you, my love?”

She coos, pulling your hair a little bit to arch your back just a bit more. Already, you feel yourself getting closer, a coiling feeling building in your stomach.

“No. Nev— never.”

You shake your head again, gripping tighter onto the counter, your knuckles going white. When you finally get it out she starts somehow going faster, pushing into you roughly each time, making you feel her in your stomach.

Before you know it, you’re practically screaming, your back arching up to her… and of course, Agatha does not so much as slow down. Having already come, she removes her hand from your clit, instead using it to keep pulling your hips to hers.

“Agatha-a can’t—again.”

You stutter, looking back at her, each pull causing you to jolt a little, feeling even more overwhelmed than before.

“Need to make sure you learned your lesson, my love. I know you can take it.”

And of course, she’s right, because you keep letting her push into you, hitting every right spot all over again, her slender fingers hooked into the skin of your hips.

Al you can do is babble and take it until you’re coming all over her again, writhing and panting. This time, she finally slows down and pulls out of you, causing you to whine again. She keeps her hands on your hips though, shifting her grip to more gently as she pulls you to her, kissing down your neck and back.

“No more lantern talk.”

She says firmly, spinning you around gently with a soft smile, a hand on the small of your back to keep you up.

“Now let me make you a nice dinner and draw you a bath. Go change and take a seat my love. You’ll need the rest.”

She mutters, pressing a kiss to your forehead, watching as you nod incoherently, not even entirely sure what she’s saying anymore.

With that, Agatha lets you go to start on dinner as if nothing had happened.

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had mine today :)

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The look of a woman who knows she successfully traumatised her lesbian situationship.

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thinking about gemma… just found out what happens in the new yellowjackets ep i have yet to watch….

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Lottie standing on Shauna’s front porch asking for a place to stay after trying to sacrifice her to the wilderness a literal episode ago

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Your Usual

(Yelena Belova x fem!reader)

Summary : Yelena, your regular at the 24 hour diner you work at, finally gets the courage to admit what’s been in her mind.

Warnings / tags : fluff, Russian pet names (Красотка : Gorgeous, Золотце : Darling)

Notes : idk where I was going with this but I love Yelena so much like I need thunderbolts NOW i’m frothing at the mouth

also, plsplspls lmk if any of the Russian is incorrect, i do not speak Russian this was all from google <3

Recently, to make ends meet, you’d been working at a 24 hour diner as a waitress. It wasn’t a half bad job. The usual Karens every now and then, some creeps, but not anything you couldn’t handle. Plus, frye diner was just outside the most busy part of New York… and pretty close to the Avengers tower. Although you’d never fangirl, every now and then, you’d see an Avenger stop by for a 2am cup of coffee.

It wasn’t a regular occurrence, really, until one Avenger in particular started visiting. At first, the woman would come in maybe every other week. Then once a week, then before you knew it, she was nearly in your section every other day. Specifically in your section. Never any of the other girls sections.

Over time, you had managed to get to know her a little bit. All you really knew was that she was an Avenger—or, at least, something of the sort—and that she seemed to be there more often because of something with her sister, Natasha. Honestly, you kind of grew to like her. At first, she was definitely hostile. She’d barely speak a word to you. But, then, after a few weeks passed, you started hearing that Russian accent more often. You definitely couldn’t call her talkative, but it seemed like you broke through some sort of outer shell. You even saw her smile every now and then, although it was a rare sight.

Today, like most other days, the blonde came in late at night. You couldn’t help but stare at her eyeliner each and every time you saw her again. It was somehow messy but perfect at the exact same time. Plus, it brought out her eyes.

Anyway, besides you getting lost staring at her eyes for a second, it was just like normal.

“Yelena, hey. I see they sat you at your usual table?”

You walked over, seeing her looking back up at you just made you smile. Even though she didn’t seem like the kind of person who was big on expressing emotions to people she didn’t trust… you could’ve sworn you saw the faintest smile on her face seeing you each time. Plus, every time you saw her you knew you had a big tip in store—courtesy of Tony Stark’s card—so, y’know, added bonus.

“Of course. Can you just get me—“

Yelena starts, before you quickly interrupt her.

“A white russian? It’ll be out in five minutes.”

Yelena smirks when you interrupted her. She liked having someone who seemed to know her so well… even despite the fact that you had only known each other through the diner.

“Why call it that? I just want a coffee with vodka, you’re so… extra, Красотка (Krasotka).”

She chuckles quietly, her accent thick, as per usual when she calls you her favorite Russian pet names. You never really understood them but, still, you got the jest and it made your heart flutter a little each time.

“Because I want you to feel special, Yelena. I’ll be back out with your drink soon.”

You smile at her sweetly, turning around to put her drink order in before she can make any more comments. Yelena’s heart does that weird somersault thing that she’s really not used to when you say you want her to be special. She’s really not used to the whole idea of being… special. Dangerous, sure. Hostile, absolutely. But special? Not really.

A few minutes later, you return with Yelena’s drink and place it right in front of her.

“There you go. Anything else, Yelena?”

Yelena just smirks up at you. For weeks now, Kate has been egging her on to do something about the waitress she’s been crushing on. I mean, Yelena never got all flustered around anyone. She just seemed to have a weak spot for you. Every time you talked, you were sweet, you cared about her, but you were never boring. And god knows Yelena hates boring more than anything.

Kate knew how hard it was for her after what happened to Natasha. I mean, she literally tried to kill Clint Barton as a sort of revenge plan. So, she was doing anything in her power to get her back to normal. And when she was around you, it seemed like she was. At least, more so than around most anyone else. And, therefore, getting her confident enough to ask you out was the perfect plan.

And now, Yelena couldn’t really avoid Kate’s nagging anymore. Or at least that was her excuse.

“Yes, actually. Go on a date with me.”

Yelena says bluntly, causing your face to heat up almost immediately. She just smiles a little wider, her heart inexplicably racing as she waits for your response. Somehow, an ex red-room assassin is nervous about asking a girl out.

“A date… like- uh, like, now?”

You stutter, smiling a little. It was, admittedly, a little bit of a shock that she was asking you out.

“Yes. Like, now.”

She shrugs, mocking the way you speak—as she so often does—a little. She was full on smiling at this point, too.

“When do you get done with your waitressing?”

Her head cocks to the side, sipping her drink casually, as if this was just a normal occurrence for her.

“My shift ends in… three minutes, actually.”

You say, realizing how perfect the timing was. Maybe this was sort of meant to be.

“Perfect. Then you’ll come out here and meet me in three minutes?”

Yelena asks, seemingly setting your plans in stone before you had even said yes. At least she was confident.

“I- yeah. Yes, three minutes.”

You nod frantically, turning around to grab her check and finish up with your other tables—which were, thankfully, sparse at this hour—so you can go be with Yelena immediately. You never would’ve thought you’d be leaving work with Yelena of all people.

Before you know it, your shift is done and you’re already walking down the street with Yelena, standing close to her, but not quite holding her hand or anything. You’re almost nervous to be too direct.

“Yelena, where are we going?”

You ask, glancing over at Yelena, who seems to have a place in mind, just based on the way she’s walking. Or maybe she just always walks this confidently.

“I’m taking you to buy ice cream.”

She shrugs, glancing over at you too. This is your opportunity. Subtly, you reach over to try and slowly take a hold of her hand… and, to your slight surprise, she jolts away, as if you just burnt her.

“Shit, sorry, I- I—“

You start to apologize before Yelena’s pinky is wrapped around yours, stopping you in your tracks. You look down at your hands. Her nails are painted with cracked black nail polish.

“No, no, don’t apologize, Золотце (zoloste). It’s okay.”

She reassures you, shaking her head. The little bit of reassurance is enough. You nudge her shoulder, although she doesn’t falter, just laughs a little and pulls you around a corner.

“Where is this ice cream place, anyway?”

You ask, following along with her, gently swinging your arms. She smiles again, rolling her eyes.

“So impatient. You see that little park? In there. Next to a pond.”

She points ahead of you two no more than a block away to the open entrance to a lucious green park. You didn’t think she had it in her to pick such a… well, such a romantic spot.

Not two minutes later, you’re ordering yourself a cone of chocolate ice cream. Yelena orders a cone of pistachio. But, really, it’s not the ice cream that matters. She takes you to this little spot—right in the middle of a bridge—overlooking the pond, the lights gently reflecting off the water. For a minute, you’re both just standing there quietly, leaning over the bridge. Until you break the silence.

“Yelena?”

“Yes, Красотка (Krasotka)?”

“Why’d you ask me out?”

You ask bluntly, licking your ice cream. The way she looks at you, you’d think you just tried to explain trigonometry to a second grader.

“What do you mean why did I ask you out?”

She asks, reaching over and placing her hand on your hip, shifting so she’s standing behind you, her head resting on her shoulder.

“I asked you out because I wanted to go on a date with you. Because you are so cute… and I think I might like you.”

She says jokingly, swaying your hips gently, lightly pressing a kiss to her neck. It seems like she’s fully warmed up to you now, that’s for sure. The feeling of her lips on you sends a little shiver down your spine.

“Good enough for me.”

You reply quietly, giggling when she starts kissing your neck over and over, getting a little more clingy.

The way she holds onto you is so gentle, and yet her grip is tight. It’s like she might lose you if she lets go or break you if she grips too tight. You can tell, even with all of the confident air she’s putting up, she’s… nervous. It’s cute.

Not too long later, Yelena walks you back to your little apartment, holding your pinky the entire time. It’s a sweet little gesture. Especially for her. This woman, who had once been so hostile and who is still absolutely intimidating, is now blushing over holding your pinky. Like a middle schooler.

“Well, this is me.”

You mutter, standing outside your apartment, looking up sadly. You don’t want to leave her just yet.

“Let me have your number, Золотце (zoloste). I will keep in contact with you.”

Yelena says quickly, clearly not willing to let this be the last time she sees you. Plus, i’ve you’ve learned nothing else about her tonight, you’ve learned how persistent and how blunt she can be.

“Okay. Yeah.”

You nod quickly, pulling out your phone to let her enter her contact. She quickly types it in and hands it back to you.

“You promise to text me?”

Yelena asks quietly, her tone suddenly shifting to something a little more nervous. She seems vulnerable. You just smile softly at her and reach up, slowly, gently, very carefully cupping her cheek in your hand. The blush that spreads on her face is very obvious. Without wasting another moment, you lean in and kiss her. For a second, she seems shocked, almost hesitant. But, after a moment, her hands are back on your waist, gently wrapping around you.

“Of course. Every day, if you want.”

You say quietly, nodding. She smiles a little bit more, almost a sheepish look on her face.

“Sounds perfect, Красотка (krasotka). I- I will see you soon.”

She nods, leaning down to kiss you once more, just quickly this time. When she pulls away, she lets go of you, allowing you to walk back to the door of your apartment. Of course, you turn around once more to see her and she’s still looking at you. Watching to make sure you got home safely.

“Спокойной ночи (spakoynay nochee).”

She calls, causing you to tilt your head to the side in confusion.

“Goodnight.”

She clarifies, laughing a little and waving to you.

“Oh! Goodnight, Yelena.”

You call back, walking into your apartment, a smile still plastered on your face.

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Falling For You (Literally)

(Agatha Harkness x fem!reader)

Summary : Wanda Maximoff hires you to do a landscaping job for her, and her neighbor is absolutely not subtle.

Warnings / tags : smut (18+ !!): oral (a!receiving), pet names (hon, dear, dollface, darling), public(ish) sex / almost getting caught

Notes : first of all: this entire post is inspired almost entirely by @evgar ‘s art !! I hope this is okay that i’m posting this, and everyone should absolutely check out their art it is so amazing <33

Second : should I write a part 2 for this w/ another day on the job? idk yet :)

side note: THE TITLE IS SO CHEESY IM SORRY

Recently, Wanda Maximoff had hired you to help out with some landscaping around her house. Vision thought it was about time they had a change up in the fliers now that they weren’t trying to prevent Sparky from eating whatever they planted.

It was a pretty short job, only a few days of re-doing their front lawn to keep it pristine and perfect. It would be a super easy job. That is if they didn’t have the most distracting neighbor possible.

Constantly, you saw this gorgeous older woman passing through her kitchen, always sipping what seemed like tea from a different mug each time. And god damn, was she beautiful.

The first time you saw her, she was wearing nothing but a black, silk robe with purple flowers and long green stems. The lowest v-neckline you could imagine revealed just a little bit of her cleavage and before you knew it, you were tripping over a bag of fertilizer, landing with a face plant in the dirt. As soon as you were up, you looked back to see her briefly snickering as she turned away. You noticed that her long, wavy hair seemed to sway a bit with her hips as she walked. It was embarrassing… but it seemed like she paid a little bit more attention to you after that day.

A few days after that little incident, you were working out front, hauling around a wheel barrow of fertilizer to finish up a row of Azaelas while you sipped an iced coffee. As per usual, you were glancing over to the woman’s window every now and then, although she hadn’t shown up yet. You were silently hoping that was just because it was still pretty early.

And… you were right. Only a matter of minutes later, she was walking into the my tv hen. This time, she was in a long purple robe, with no tie in the middle… revealing her only wearing a matching set of lacey purple underwear. The bra was pretty damn close to see through, too. Your jaw literally dropped, along with almost dropping your cup of coffee.

And of course… she had to choose that exact moment to look over at you.

Immediately, you looked forward to see you were already stepping into a hole. Before you could really gauge what was happening, you were—again—falling face first into the dirt, now landing in your wheelbarrow, knocking you over with it. The coffee flies out of your hand, splashing all over Wanda’s lawn.

“Ow, fuck…”

You mutter, pulling yourself up and out of the wheelbarrow and brushing dirt out of your hair. As you’re running a hand through the tangles, you hear a voice coming from behind you. Of course, you turn around to see the woman standing there.

Her long hair falls over her face just so… and she’s still not tied her robe. She was standing over you. Half naked. Glaring.

“Are you stalking me?”

She asks bluntly, her hands on her hips. That makes you stop in your tracks. She thought you were a stalker. Shit.

“I’ll have you know, I’m a very powerful woman and you don’t want to fuck with me.”

Her glare is intense as she watches you stand up, looking you up and down—and not subtly at all.

“What? No! Why would I be stalking you?”

You try to explain quickly, reaching over to pick up your coffee cup from the ground.

“I’m doing landscaping for Wanda!”

It seems at your attempt at explaining yourself, the woman’s face softens.

“Oh… I see.”

She mumbles, now crossing her arms. You couldn’t help but glance down at the way it made her cleavage more visible.

“You were staring at me. Why?”

“You’re standing half-naked in front of the entire neighborhood.”

You explain, tilting yo head to the side. Was this behavior just normal for her?

“Yes. It’s my house. I don’t see why that’s an issue.”

The woman shrugs, looking at you like that was the most obvious thing in the world. You open your mouth to argue that it’s not exactly normal when she’s standing in front of a massive window facing her neighbor’s house but she just interrupts you.

“Well, come inside.”

She sighs, turning to head back to her house before you can even question why the hell she’s inviting you inside.

“What? Why- i’m on the job. And I don’t even know you.

You try to argue, looking between the fallen wheelbarrow and her. She turns back to you, looking at you again like you’re some kind of idiot.

“I’m Agatha Harkness. Now you know me. Plus, you spilled your coffee.”

She points out, motioning to the empty cup in your hand.

“I’m not coming out here to make you a fresh cup.”

She shrugs, cocking her head to motion for you to follow.

“Come on, hon, I don’t bite.”

Her sarcastic tones gives away the fact that she’s smiling a little… despite having called you a stalker minutes ago. For some reason though… you follow her to her house.

“Don’t mind the mess.”

She mutters, picking up a singular out of place mug from her coffee table as you enter. The vibe of the house isn’t exactly what you expected. It’s messy… but in a somehow organized way. Like everything is exactly where it’s meant to be.

“Come on, i’ll fix you a new cup. D’you take sweetener, dear?”

She asks, calling from the kitchen where she’s already disappeared.

“Uh… yeah. Sweetener would be nice.”

You mumble, following after her. Her kitchen is just as nice, with a big window facing Wanda’s house. There are very obviously curtains, but she could clearly care less.

“I- uh, I wanted to apologize. For staring earlier.”

Your tone has turned a little big softer, your nerves getting the best of you. Just watching her move around the kitchen in nothing but her bra and panties with a dressing gown is making you a stuttering mess.

“Nonsense. Don’t apologize.”

Agatha shakes her head, facing away from you, getting the coffee maker all set up casually.

“I can’t blame you, dollface.”

She smirks back at you, pressing start on the coffee maker and turning back to face you. Her arms are crossed and, again, she’s very obviously looking you up and down.

For a moment, there’s just quiet between you. You’re leaning against the island in the middle of the kitchen, while she’s leaning on the counter in front of you. It’s a struggle not to look down at her body. All the noise in the kitchen is the sound of the coffee maker slowly brewing your cup.

After a few more seconds of silence, Agatha finally speaks up.

“Why don’t you come over here, hon?”

She asks, something in her tone… sultry. Lower than it was before. Without even questioning her, you push off the counter to stand in front of her, your bodies mere inches apart.

“Why?”

You ask quietly, looking at her. Her smile is damn near predatory. It looks like she’s almost taunting you.

“I think you know why.”

She replies quietly, reaching out and pulling you in by the waist. Her hand is not even grabbing you, but somehow, her grip is firm and her hands are steady. For a moment, you wonder what they would feel like on you. Or in you. Either way.

“You’re just so… cute, hon.”

She murmurs, bringing her free hand up to cup your cheek, turning your face as if she’s examining you. For a second, you very obviously see her look down at your lips. And your faces are only centimeters apart. You swallow hard, feeling your heart pounding in your chest. And… she’s just smiling. Like nothing is wrong.

She pulls your face in just a slight bit, slowly moving… until you just give in and kiss her. With you having taken the initiative, she’s shocked for a moment. But, after a second, her grip on your hip tightens and she’s pulling you flush against her. The way she’s kissing you back is almost messy, and your body is already heating up. Quickly, her hand moves to tangle in your hair, pressing your face against hers desperately, getting somehow more pressed up against you.

Already, you’re reaching your hand down to her underwear, tracing your fingers gently along the hem of the purple lace. The little noise she makes is absolutely hypnotic and you just want to hear more of it. Slowly, you start peppering kisses down her jawline and neck, gently sucking marks into the curve connecting her shoulder to her neck.

“Wow, you’re quick, hon…”

She mumbles, smiling down at you proudly. She’s gotten exactly what she wanted. You bite the side of her neck as a response to her teasing, trailing your free hand up her side. A quiet gasp comes from her when you bite down, she’s honestly astonished that you’re willing to be so bold with her.

“You’re already gasping.”

You mutter against her neck, moving your hand up to cup her bra, causing her to let out a strained moan.

“And moaning.”

You point out, moving your lips further down, kissing down her collarbones and chest. At this point, you have to bend your knees to kiss her, needy to taste any bit of skin you can. You’re nearly kneeling in front of her already. And Agatha’s living for the sight of you under her.

“You say that like you don’t know exactly what you’re doing.”

She scoffs, her hand still tangled in your hair, humming softly when you kiss around the curve of her breast. Slowly, you’re moving further down, leaving marks as you go, only fueled by the little moans and hums coming from Agatha when you kiss a particularly sensitive spot.

Before you know it, you’re kneeling in the ground in front of her. Agatha is still leaning up against the counter, while you’re hidden behind the island underneath her. You pepper gentle kisses all around her thighs and stomach, up until you’re kissing the fabric of her underwear right over her clit. Even the slight pressure causes Agatha to moan again.

If you had the resistance, you’d tease her more but, after hearing that noise, you hook your fingers under her panties and pull them down until they drop to the ground. Now it’s just Agatha, standing in her bra and dressing robe, her pussy naked in front of your face. The smirk on her face is still proud but you can tell she’s a little bit weakened—there’s a slight furrow in her brows.

“Come on, darling, I don’t have all day.”

She murmurs, her voice strained. Of course, you don’t hesitate to finally start kissing her. Her core is already practically dripping wet. When you press your tongue up against her, licking a line up to her clit, she lets out a loud moan. Even the slightest touch has her writhing. To keep her still, you firmly plant your hands on her thighs. Again, you lick her, just to watch her head roll back, her hand in your hair tightening.

“Fuck, doll, just like that. Faster, baby.”

She commands. Again, you listen without hesitation, dipping your tongue into her folds, applying more pressure when your tongue circles her clit. Her knuckles are turning white as she holds the counter, her eyes practically rolling back into her head. And damn she’s vocal. It seems like she’s already close just from you circling her clit with your tongue.

Speeding up your pace a little, you feel her hips bucking into your mouth a little, until she suddenly stops her movements, clearly tensing up.

“Fuck… Wanda.”

She groans. When you look up—still licking her, your hands planted firmly on her thighs—you see that she’s smiling and waving, trying to look as normal as possible. But of course, you see your opportunity. You bring your tongue up to her clit and start flicking it quickly, making her moan even louder, unable to hold it back.

Meanwhile, while Wanda waves to Agatha through her kitchen window—her lower half hidden by the island—her face turns to confusion. She’s not used to seeing Agatha looking nervous. Yet now, it looks like she’s sweating. Agatha curses internally, praying for Wanda to just leave already so she can stop smiling like a lunatic.

Eventually, Wanda walks away and Agatha groans, looking down at you with a glare—although you can tell she’s not exactly angry—as her hand tightens its hold on your hair.

“Brat.”

She mutters, rolling her head back with a strained ‘fuck’ when you press up against her clit. You know just how to shut her up. And you know she’s close because her hips are bucking up into your face again.

“Just a bit faster, doll.”

Agatha moans, the sound strained between moans. You put some pressure over her slit, sucking on it to get her over the edge… until she’s practically screaming, her hips bucking into your face as her thighs shake.

Slowly, you help her ride through it, licking up the slick from between her thighs, although she’s still damp even when you come back up to stand in front of her. There’s a little sheen from her come on your lips.

“Who knew landscapers would be such a good fuck…”

Agatha mutters, grabbing her panties from the ground with a smirk.

“I do my best.”

You reply confidently, shrugging. She snorts a laugh at your response, shaking her head.

“I can tell… how about you come back tomorrow? I can brew you some tea.”

She offers, her voice still sultry as she hands you the cup of coffee you’d evidently forgotten. You almost forgot about work. Almost.

“I can’t stay for a bit?”

You ask, pouting as if it’ll be any help.

She scoffs in response, slipping back into her panties.

“I’ve got a meeting in twenty, doll. I’ve gotta get ready. This was nice, though.”

Already, her hands are on your shoulders, guiding you to the door. She’s so… casual about this.

“I’d better see you tomorrow… Now go tell Wanda you had to grab some supplies form your car.”

It’s like she’s doing a business transaction now, waving with her fingers to you as she opens the door.

“I- right. Yes.”

You stutter, realizing now that this was just casual for her… but still, she invited you back. And a win is a win.

She mouths ‘bye-bye’ at you as you walk down her front lawn, watching you from a large brick in the door. You can’t help but keep glancing back at her.

“Oh, and, hon!”

She calls out, snapping as if she just remembered something when you’re nearly halfway back to Wanda’s house.

“Wear something that’s easy to take off tomorrow, okay?”

Even just that little comment causes you to blush again. Seeing the flush in her cheeks makes her smile again, like she knows she’s got you wrapped around her finger. And that’s the last thing you see before she shuts her front door.

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“why do you still use tumblr?”

listen— i have to keep track of my hyper fixations somehow

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Sorry Mark Scout could you please have your brain hemorrhage elsewhere? I’m trying to focus on your hot sister being bisexual

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ABSOLUTELYYY gonna write smth for this im literally going insane

agathario but it's a cowboy!au where agatha hires rio to work at her ranch and rio's a sexy annoying little shit (they want each other so bad and occasionally have hate sex until they inevitably fall in love)

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oml I really want to write smth with this… we stan evgar 😇

modern au in which:

lilia hires rio

rio falls for agatha (literally)

and agatha is... agatha

agatha - architect, late 20s

rio - landscaper, early 30s

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this is my lawyer dawgggg i’m going to jailllll

YELLOWJACKETS 3.04 "12 Angry Girls and 1 Drunk Travis"

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Agatha All Along + text posts pt. 27/?