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man she’s so talented wtf hype this up pls 🙏🙏🙏

Silent Observer

Warnings: Fingering, Oral, Mommy kink (A), Dark-ish themes, Using sex as a form of manipulation (reader isn’t aware tho)

Word Count: 1,073

Author’s Note: The whole thing of when this took place didn’t really benefit the story but i just had an itching to make some 1940s detective story. 😪 (my masterlist url isn’t working so if you enjoy this pls don’t hesitate to check out my masterlist linked in the pinned post on my profile ☹️)

Agatha was just about fed up with the amount of work thrown on your lap!! It was the summer of 1946 for gods sake, the war had been over for nearly a year and the country was phenomenal! You should be out enjoying the crisp summer evening, but there you were hidden away in that small office for hours.

A small knock came at your door, "Sweetheart, can I come in?" Agatha said softly, "Yea, come in." She opened the door and gracefully walked towards you, as you stretched and adjusted yourself in your seat. "Hey hon, I brought you a cup of water. Why don't you have a break? You've been working all damn day!" Her tone made you chuckle.

"I would if I could dear, but this is quite the case. The amount of women who just showed up dead, just months after the war ended, who has clearly died months before." You paused, sighing. Who could do such a thing? Many of these women were unknown, but a few were mothers. "What makes it worse is the way they died, it seems supernatural?"

Agatha sighed, "Oh honey you need a break!" Her usual laugher erupt from her chest, why was she laughing? You looked at her, a confused expression held to your face. "Oh darling, don't make that face it's not pretty. I just think you're crazy for considering the supernatural."

You leaned your head back, neck resting on the top of the chair as you stared up at the ceiling. "You're right, but I still have lots of work to do." Agatha's veiny hands stroked at your hair. "Oh sweetheart, take a break please. You're tense, and your eyes are drooping. Let me take care of you?"

You raised a brow at the tone she gave in the finish of her sentence, "What do you mean by that gorgeous?" Her signature, sinister smile crept its way onto her lips. "I believe you know."

Her hand traveled from your head to your lap, her hand resting on your thigh. You tilted your head, turning to her. Her lips met yours, a moan of relief leaving your throat. Her lips passionately entangled with yours, the hand that rested on your thigh moved to rest on your cheek.

Your tongues fought against one another, but inevitably fell to your demise as Agatha won the fight for dominance. Her fingers went for the clasp of your pants, undoing them and shoving her hand in your pants without even hesitating. Her fingers traced the wet patch that had already began to form. "Fuck Aggie." You whined.

"Is that my name?" She asked, your head shook in a 'no'. "Mommy." You corrected, earning a nod from Agatha. "That's a good girl." Her finger slipped into your underwear, softly rubbing at your clit. As you went to gasp, your lips were reclaimed by Agatha.

She spread your wetness around, then abruptly slipped a finger in you. "Oh, fuck- fuck Mommy that feels so good." You mumbled as her fingers pumped in and out of you. "You look so pretty taking mommy's fingers baby, such a pretty girl." A whine of annoyance came from you.

"Don't be a brat sweetheart, just remember whose fingers are inside you right now sweetheart." She said, words that will now never leave your mind, you'll be lucky to even get anymore work done today. Agatha doesn't mind at all though.

"Mommy m'close!" You managed out, but she stopped. Whines of protest came from you. "Hush, I don't wanna end my fun yet."

She moved you to your desk, all the paper you'd neatly organized were now strewn across the floor in messy piles but you honestly couldn't fucking care. All you were worried about was the woman in front of you, whose fingers were currently unbuttoning your shirt.

"Fuck darling you're so gorgeous." Her eyes scanned over your breast, down to the waist band of your underwear. Her lips landed on your nipple, assaulting the bud. Her teeth tugged it, your hand instantly went to the back of her head to give her some sign to calm down, but failed.

She trailed kisses up your neck, marking you up. You knew you'd get shit for that Monday, but you didn't care. "I need to mark up your pretty skin, let everyone know that you're mine." She rasped in your ear. "All mommy's." You replied which caused a satisfied smile to creep on her lips.

She kissed down your stomach, and around your hips. "Let me get these off you." She pulled down your pants, discarding them and your panties somewhere for you to find later. "So pretty and so wet." She beamed in awe, as she stared at your slick covered pussy.

Agatha wasted no time getting her mouth on you, her tongue traced the perfect pattern over your clit. Your hips jerking around, even though she held them tightly. You gripped her hair, and pulled her as close as possible to you. Your eyes couldn't stay off her as her tongue hit every inch of you.

Fingers were added into the mix of her tongue, the sensation almost too much to bear. "Fuck! Mommy I'm gonna cum, please.." You begged, Agatha looked up at you. You dazed and fucked out eyes stared back down at hers, she loved you like this.

Finally she gave you the go to, "Cum for mommy baby, make a mess on my tongue." And you saw stars. "Thank you mommy, thank you so much. I love you." You babbled on, but she hushed you and placed a soft kiss on your temple.

"Don't thank me sweetheart, you deserved that. Now why don't we forget about work for the night and let me take care of you? Go find something on the telly and we'll relax on the couch. I'll fix your favorite food too." You agreed, and she helped you to your room to get cleaned up and changed.

Unbeknownst to you, the one who you loved oh so dearly, was the one you'd been hunting down this whole time. You even though she loved you, she wouldn't have hesitated for a moment to put you under her spell and protect you from the truth. She was the one who had murdered all those women, or in reality, witches. While she had you cuming on her tongue, all sorts of evidence pointing to her, gone.

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Thinking about Agatha coming to find you after you’ve been ‘avoiding’ her for over a week— You weren’t avoiding her, you were just very busy and barely had time to answer her texts.

Her hand would wrap around your jaw, spitting words at you like poison.

“Where the fuck have you been?”

“Been busy.”

Not good enough. She’s drag you to her car, and take you home. And she’d push you up against the door and fuck you until she’s satisfied, not letting you cum, until you’re sprawled out on the floor, panting, and she’d be on top of you, her face betraying the fact she was still mad.

“So, are you going to explain yourself? Or am i going to have to fuck you till you pass out?”

And you wouldn’t answer, perhaps you would smirk, putting yourself in danger. Her finger would force their way back inside you, and you’d cry out, barely being able to differentiate between the pleasure of her warm hands, or the pain of them having been there not too long ago.

“Such a fucking brat, avoiding me for what? Are you fucking other women?”

“Mm, mommy, please.”

“Shut it, whore. You asked for this, and until you’re ready to explain, I’m not stopping.”

And she doesn’t. Not until you’re face first against the cold kitchen counter, barely being able to form a single thought as she wrapped her hand in your hair, her strap fucking into you from behind, hitting all sorts of spots you didn’t think possible. But Agatha could make even the wildest of things possible. Your hips would slam against the edge of the counter, and you’d surely have a bruise by the morning, but that was the least of your concerns.

“‘m gonna cum.”

She’d pull out completely, relishing in your loud, pathetic whine. You would do literally anything to come right now, she’d had you so, so close to the edge for what felt like an eternity. She’d pull you flush against her, her hand still in your hair.

“Please!”

“Tell me why you were avoiding me.”

“I wasn’t!”

Her strong hand would wrap around your throat.

“Why were you avoiding me.”

“I’ve been busy with work, i swear, ‘m sorry.”

And maybe it satisfied her, but in reality she was just desperate to make you come. You would be surprised when she’s slip back inside of you, her thrusts more gentle as she brings you right to the edge, and fear would creep up your body as you worry she’s going to pull out again, but she doesn’t and you have what feels like the most intense orgasm of your life, eyes going white as you collapse onto the counter.

She’d lean forward, her body pressing against yours.

“Thank you, sweetheart. You did so good for me.”

And her harsh change in demeanour almost makes you pass out.

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Heyy!

Do you think of doing another part of “Why”?

Anywayyy.. just want ti say i just started reading your work and I’m truly enjoying it, it’s good!!

So, hope you’ll have a nice week 🌷✨

IM SO SORRY I HAVENT CHECKED MY INBOX IN FOREVER….. this is so sweet ily!!!! i might do a second part of why, i’ve just been busy with college!! 😋😋

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!!!!!

PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT

A reminder that Kathryn Hahn and Aubrey Plaza are human beings. Just because they share a safe space to support/be apart of the LGBT community, it does not mean to invade their personal life.

Stalking, publishing their personal information, and suggesting they both need to file divorce from their husbands is beyond disgusting!

As much as I love what we are receiving from them both, it’s equally embarrassing to see the community and those who are in stance with the community, become a form of parasite that fall deep in the hole of parasocial relationships, fetishizing, and losing a form of morals for these people to fit your narrative.

Do NOT try to find the playlist they created. If they decide to share it, it should be on their own time.

Do NOT invade comments of how they need to leave the men because you want them to fuck each other to fit your weird fantasy.

Do NOT belittle them down for not having the physical attributes of other sapphic beings.

Do NOT forget that the entire problem with all fandom(s) create self destruction because people become entirely disgusting when they can’t accept a boundary drawn between them as fans and the actors.

Anyone invading that aspect of privacy is purely pathetic and I hope never earn any bit of success in your career if you think anything that I mentioned is okay.

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i am SICK. THIS IS SICK. THIS IS SO FUCKING SICK.

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Agatha All Along Death's Hand in Mine | 1.07

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i felt that you should know that while i was showing my aunt a meme i got a notif from “natashascumslut” and i don’t think i will ever recover from that

this made me so unbelievably happy (sorry!!)

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WHAT THE FUCK.

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I am cackling at these “no one asked for this Agatha show” bros, acting like *women everywhere didn’t do summoning circles for fucking years for this.

*fruity

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i just watched ‘Ingrid goes west’ because my friend was talking about it…….. what the fuck. I also watched ‘Mike and Dave need wedding dates’ what the fuck. Also one episode of some random netflix show with aubrey in it (yes i’ve just watched things that aubrey is in tonight) WHAT THE FUCK. the writing of ingrid is so good but… who? what? why? and also mike and dave gave me so much second hand embarrassment

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i woke up at 5 am to watch the new agatha all along episode cuz i didn’t wanna have to wait all day to watch it…. this show has taken over my life completely

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if I was publicly vocal about everything I wanted Aubrey Plaza to do to me I would have to be euthanized. drowned. hanged. burned at the stake even

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‘I’ve got a scar.’

‘No you don’t.’

Agatha has seen every inch of Rio’s body, she knows Rio has no scars.

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Thinking about getting in an argument with Mommy!Wanda, and you know everything she’s saying is right; you’re just arguing cause you’re feeling bratty. And she’s getting mad, her words seething past her teeth as she grips onto the kitchen counter. Eventually she leaps onto you, her fingers pulling at your shirt before you can react.

“You wanna be a brat, huh? Bratty girls get punished.”

“Stop squirming and shut up, you brought this on yourself.”

“Such a slut for mommy, aren’t you? You shut your mouth as soon as i gave you what you wanted.”

And she doesn’t let you cum, in fact she has you begging for it, your eyes wide as you whimper with tears pricking at your eyes; But that won’t stop her, you brought this upon yourself. She doesn’t stop until you’re crying and your hands can barely grip onto her hair anymore; and even after all that, she never let you finish.

should i write a fic like this…? i have so many ideas…

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Would you do a guided masturbation drabble with mommy Wanda? :p

Begging Mommy!Wanda to fuck you, but she decides you’re gonna have to earn it; So she has you on the bed with your legs spread wide, completely on display for her while she tells you exactly what to do. And you plead, you want her to touch you, but all she does is smiles and shakes her head.

“Come on, i know you know how. Touch yourself for mommy.”

“That’s it, baby. Just how mommy does it, good girl.”

“So pretty for me, aren’t you? All spread out and needy.”

“You can do better than that, be good, you can take it.”

And all you can do is whine and whimper in protest, but she’s too distracted by your pretty cunt to focus on your whimpering. And eventually she gets impatient and rips your hand away from your cunt and fucks you until she’s satisfied.

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i started chewing on my arms guys she’s so talented 😓

Try it, Bite it, Lick it, Spit it

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Strap-on usage (R receiving), Brief fingering, Degradation, Praise, Use of the word slut, Mirror sex, Hair pulling/gripping, Sex in a public bathroom (gross Natasha 😕), Overstimulation (R receiving), Oral (R receiving)

Word Count: 1.1k

Authors Note: Didn’t really have much going to this fic, I just wanted to make a fic with this title. (Stream Guess by Charli xcx and Billie Eilish 😚)

The loud music that blared through club felt like it shook your core. It was so loud you couldn't even hear your own thoughts, which was a total lie. You just couldn't think because of the gorgeous red head that had showed up with Yelena.

Yelena was your best friend, along side her girlfriend Kate Bishop. You'd known Yelena since your first day of college, she was your roommate at the time. You did everything with her and basically knew everyone she did, but not this woman.

"Y/n, come here!" Yelena yelled to you, the thick Russian accent being the only reason you were able to hear her. "I want you to meet my sister, Natasha. Natasha this is Y/n." You weren't sure how you should greet such a beautiful woman, so you stupidly stuck your hand out for a handshake.

"It's nice to meet you, Y/n." The woman said with very captivating grin on her lips. "Like wise, Natasha." The use of her full name caused her to cringe a little, "Just Nat." You awkwardly smile and nod.

The night moved very slowly, mostly due to your soberness, but also the countless men that would hit on Natasha ruining your small talk. "Let me buy you a drink, help you enjoy yourself a little." Natasha suggested. "I've gotta be able to get home, last time I trusted Yelena getting me home we spent half the night on the streets trying to figure out the gps." A grin creeped on Natasha's face at your jab directed at her sister.

"I can get you home sweetheart, it's no big deal." You were saved by the dim lights of the corner you and Natasha were in, you were sure your face was scarlet red. "Fine." Following your agreement, drink after drink kept coming, and now Natasha's and yours conversation flowed like you'd known each other for years.

"C'mon Nat, dance with me." You pleaded with the older woman, tugging on the sleeve of her jacket. Eventually you dragged her onto the floor, pushing through the swarm of bodies. Her front pressed flush against your back, as you swayed to the music. Her hands possessively held onto your hips, almost as if she were afraid you'd get away from her to go dance with some helpless drunk.

Your body felt like putty in Natasha arms, the arms that were moving up and down your body as her hands gripped and groped at your curves. Her hot breath fanned on the back of your neck, her soft lips occasionally brushing the sensitive skin. "Come with me."

Your hand linked with Natasha's as you two walked off to what you assumed was to the bathroom. You were never one for a hookup, especially in a club bathroom, but Nat made you want to and so you did. Your back collided with the door as soon as it shut, Natasha briefly fumbling with the lock before her lips hungrily connected with yours.

Her tongue laced with yours, as your lips molded together. Your mouths so connected that your moans didn't escape her mouth, but rather she swallowed them. "Fuck you're so hot, I wish Yelena brought you around." Natasha leaned back to admire your current state. Your hair pushed around, clothes slightly wrinkled, your gradually weakening legs as Natasha worked you up.

Her lips returned on yours, and her fingers found new ground on the clasp of your jeans. She tugged it apart and slipped her hand past the lacy material of your soaked panties. "Fuck pretty girl, you're so wet." She rasped, eliciting a pitiful whimper from you. "All for you." You could barely muster the words.

Natasha's rough fingers rubbed your clit just the right way, almost too good for you to bear. "F-fuck Nat! Feels s'good." You managed out the words that felt caged in your throat, and you could tell she knew you were struggling by the small laugh that came from her.

"You like that, hm? Wanna see how much you like this?" She took your hand rubbing it against her crotch, the feeling of silicone begging for release rubbed against your hand. You groaned loudly just from thinking about her fucking you with it. "I think you're wet enough, turn around." Natasha demanded, and you obeyed.

Natasha tugged down your jeans, along with her own. She slid the toy into you with ease and a little force, which caused your front to be flush against the sink. Natasha's hands roughly gripped your hips, yours holding onto whatever you could grab. "Fuck you're so tight, I wish I could feel you. I bet you feel so good." Her filthy words making you moan, so loud that she covered your mouth.

Her hips slapped against yours so rapidly it was almost painful, but the pleasure of the toy rubbing against your deepest parts made all that pain unrecognizable. "You're doing so good for me Y/n, being such a good girl."

Your hair was tugged and balled up into Natasha's hand in a matter of seconds, as she forced you to look in the mirror. "Watch yourself get fucked by me you slut, fucked by your best friends sister. By a woman you just met." The harsh, degrading and words that left her lips made you even more turned on.

"Nat, 'm close. 'M gonna cum, Please!" You begged. "Yea, gonna cum on my cock? Go on then, cum for me." And you did, Natasha made you see stars as she mercilessly fucked you through your orgasm.

Before you knew it she had you sitting on the counter, your jeans completely discarded somewhere. Her head between your thighs as she ate you out. You were too sensitive to take it, but to fucked out to use your words to beg her to stop. Your second orgasm nearing and all you could manage was a little whimper, "C'mon use your words, you got this baby. You're doing so good for me, you can do it." She praised.

"Please, I need- I can't take it!" Her pace quickened, it was so painful but you needed release so bad. "Nat, 'm cuming!"

"You did so good, let me help you clean up and I'll take you home okay?" You nodded, "But what about Yelena?" You asked as Natasha helped support your body, so you could redress. "I'll text her, don't worry your pretty little head." She said as a placed a little kiss on your forehead.

That night wasn't the end of you and Natasha. Eventually after a few hook ups she asked to take you on a date, which went so well it turned into multiple dates, then you were officially together.

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