#Agatha Harkness x fem!reader fluff

[abbyromanoff]

Hi! I want to request Sugar mommy! Agatha x R

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PAIRINGS: Agatha Harkness x reader

WORD COUNT: 2,970

WARNINGS: sugar mommy/sugar baby relationship, hook ups, punishment, praise, degrading, guided masturbation, mommy (A), pure smut, edging, orgasm denials, body writing, open relationship (kinda), jealousy, fingering, spit kink, clothed sex, voyeriusm, exhibition, small age kink, think that’s all :)

NO ONE IS PERMITTED TO STEAL, COPY, OR REBLOG MY WORK AS THEIR OWN!!

The sun blared through the large windows of your apartment as the expresso machine brewed your morning energy. There were a few dishes left in the sink that you forgot to attend to earlier on, along with clothes scattered all over the place. Not all of them were yours, they belonged to the woman that had decided to stay the night, much to your dismay.

You met her at a bar the night before and hit it off. You could still feel her wandering hands that left you on edge. It wasn’t exactly her fault, she did have good skills when it came to pleasure, but she wasn’t her. She wasn’t Agatha.

You wanted more than what you had with the older peer, but the two of you often made the excuse that you were too busy for a relationship. You were a full-time college student with a high GPA that you intended to keep, while Agatha was head CEO of a market-developing company. You didn’t really understand what she did, only that the money piling into her wallet, as a result, became yours quickly after.

“Good morning.” The woman, who you lacked the knowledge of her name, spoke. You whipped your head around, giving her a small, tight-lipped smile that she returned.

“How’d you sleep?” She stood behind you now, placing her arms on either side of your waist and resting her head on your shoulder. You tensed up when feeling her lips on your neck and her hands rubbing circular directions on your skin.

“Mm, pretty well. What about you?” It was clear she saw this as much more than a hook-up, and you weren’t ready to let down another person. You stepped away, trying to subtly address your thoughts.

“I slept fine, yeah.” She hummed in response and watched as you traveled over to the door where the clothes were ripped to shreds in the night of lust. You could nearly feel her gawking at your ass as you bent over, gathering the pieces in your hand and returning to your spot in front of her.

“Well, I have to head out soon so here, I believe these are yours.” It felt like hours before she left, writing down her number on a pad of paper and kissing you graciously at the door. She turned around after giving you a wink, bumping into an individual and sending a quick rush of apologies that were left unheard.

You gulped fearfully when they appeared at your doorstep, a small bag in hand as they glared down at you. She watched the woman leave while shooting you a glance, hoping to catch your eye.

“What are you doing here, Agatha?” You demanded. You tried to seem annoyed, yet you still left your door wide open for her to follow you. She chuckled at the use of her real name while removing the suit jacket she kept on.

“Hm, I thought we were past full-name basis by now, are we not?” You rolled your eyes, not the best choice. You knew she had nothing but vexation for brats, but that was the fun in it.

“Don’t roll your eyes at me, baby.” You were finally able to get a better glimpse at the item held in her right hand, it was a shopping bag, one of luxury. She wasn’t one to be seen in low-quality stores that you often found yourself a regular at.

“What’s in there?” She placed it on the counter which you stood next to, her body leaning against the fridge that she helped afford.

“Why don’t you see for yourself?” You let out an irritated sigh with no intent to show your hidden excitement. You loved when she bought you something new, it made you feel seen. She could spend her money on anyone or anything yet she decided to get you new gifts daily, that was how she showed her love.

“Well? Do you like it?” She surmised when catching the small gasp that escaped you. You had pulled out a purple lingerie set, her favorite color on you. It was a one-piece that left very little to the imagination.

“I love it! Thank you, thank you, thank you!” Your act seemed to have started its process of fading away as you surged yourself forward into her grasp. She kissed the top of your forehead that was situated on her chest as her fingers sifted through your hair softly.

“You’re very welcome, my dear. How about you try it on for Mommy, yeah? Give me a little show?” You nodded and waltzed into your room where you discarded the little amount of clothing left that clung to your body. You wanted it to be a surprise, which is why you forced the older lady to remain on the other side of the closed door.

“You almost done in there?” She was impatient and she didn’t care, she knew it spurred you on every time.

“Come in.” She quickly opened the entryway and the sight that greeted her was one to make anyone foam at the mouth. The lace fit you perfectly, showing every curve and mend to your body.

“Oh, sweetness…” She was at a loss for words when admiring your effortless beauty. There was no such thing as perfect, yet here you stood, your body on display as if you were a walking goddess. You stalked closer to her, placing your hands on her chest as you gazed up at her, innocence painting your eyes.

“You like it, Mommy?” She groaned deeply and lifted you by the backs of your thighs, letting your legs wrap around her waist and arms venturing to her shoulders. Your breasts were right in front of her face, and it took all of her not to press her lips against them.

“You look so beautiful. My beautiful little girl.” Your cheeks reddened at her praise as you were lowered onto the bed that sat beneath you. You expected a touch, a kiss, something more than just her watchful eyes.

“You know, I was going to come here today, give you your gift and touch you a little bit, make you cum as a reward for being so, so good. But when I got here, I found out someone else was touching my property. She was chasing your attention so badly, but you didn’t want her, did you?” You shook your head at her remark, nervously fiddling with your fingertips. She noticed, gripping your wrist tightly in her hand as her nostrils flared, her jaw clenching as you noticed a small vein on her forehead that looked as if it was going to pop.

“No, because you know you’re mine. Tell me, did she make you cum?” Another shake of your head was received. “Mm, I bet she didn’t. You can’t cum without Mommy’s help, how pathetic.” She faked a pout, cooing at you in a gentle manner that almost made you believe she felt bad. But there was no remorse, she wanted you to suffer.

“I’m sorry, Mommy…” You tested your luck, praying that’d she show you at least a small amount of mercy. Her hand finally let go of your wrist as it came up to cup your cheek, her thumb rubbing the skin softly in false comfort. There was a small part of you that expected it when she drew back, only to slap the same area she had just been touching.

Tears brink at your eyelids from the harsh contact before she was gripping your chin and forcing your lips to part. She leaned down, almost convincing you that she was going to kiss you with passion like usual. But instead, you felt a wad of spit fall onto your tongue. It nearly made you moan with how dirty she was making you feel.

“Don’t swallow until I say so, baby.” She directed, knowing she was able to boss you around however she pleased and you’d always obey.

“That’s a good little slut.” The feeling of her saliva going down your throat was one you never imagined. It felt magical, and the noises you let out were pornographic. Of course, you did it all with permission when she finally granted you the chance to swallow.

“Please, Mommy-” Your pleas were cut short with another slap to your cheek, this one seeming to pain you even more than before.

“Did I say you could speak?” You were going to apologize, but her predatorial gaze stopped such words from releasing.

“Now shut the fuck up and listen to what Mommy has to say.” Her hair tickled your face as she leaned close to your ear, her voice coming in a low and hot whisper.

“Touch yourself, baby.”She guided your palm down your body where they stopped at the tops of your thigh. Your breath quickened the closer you got to your heat, your clit already throbbing under the confinement.

“Since you think anyone is allowed to touch this pussy, why don’t you add to the list, hm?” You squeezed your eyes shut in embarrassment as you were guided in pulling the panties to the side, gathering your slick on your fingers as you dragged them along your folds.

“Does it taste good?” She inquired when bringing your singular digit to your mouth where you subconsciously wrapped your lips around it. You nodded slowly, repeating your actions but this time letting her soak in your flavor. She had fucked you enough times to be able to memorize the taste of your sweet nectar, yet she could still never get enough. It was her fuel, her gas pedal.

“You think you can fuck yourself without my help? Or do you need Mommy to do everything for you?” Before you could gather a response, she was already answering for you.

“Well, you didn’t seem to need my help last night when you let that bimbo fuck what’s mine, I don’t see why you can’t do the same now.” You were ready to beg, but with one glare you were quickly shut up. She led the desk chair on the other side of your room over to where you sat, placing it right in front of you where she’d watch you as if you were the TV. One leg crossed over the other, her tie mindlessly being toyed with by her palm.

You knew this was your only option, she’d sit there all night and wait for you to move if you didn’t. The thought was what led you to continue your movements from earlier, this time without her guidance. You were only provided with her watchful eyes that were so easy to get lost in.

“No wonder no woman ever wanted you, you can’t even fuck yourself properly.” The derogatory remarks only led you to venture further, your neglected clit finally getting the attention it begged for as you rubbed small circles.

“M-mommy-” You whimpered, hips bucking into nothing while your arm struggled to hold you up. Your head was thrown back as you followed every move you recalled her creating while teasing your desperate and leaky cunt.

“Moan for me, sweetness. That’s it, such a dirty little girl.” She watched your face contort into pleasure the faster you went, your other hand teasing your breasts and pinching your nipples. You had already been edged by your denial from the night before and now it felt closer than ever.

First, you penetrated your hole with one digit, then a second, and then a third when it wasn’t enough. Nothing you did was sufficient, nothing flourished the bliss pleasure you felt when Agatha was the one creating it.

“Aww, is it not enough? But you’re already stretching yourself out so much, I wouldn’t want you to be in pain.” That was a lie. You knew she loved seeing you in any form of pain as long as she was the one inflicting it, your tears were what spurred her on the most. She adored seeing you cry out for her to stop, knowing you deep down were begging for more.

“No, Mommy, please, I can handle it.” You bit your lip, the words just barely being able to escape with broken-up moans.

“Only big girls can make their own decisions, and you’re far too little for that. Now, slow down, angel, wouldn’t want you getting too ahead of yourself.” You wanted to quicken your pace, but you feared the consequences too broadly. Sure, you were a grown adult, but you were just a sweet baby who needs protecting in her eyes. Anything she said goes, and if you didn’t follow that, there were lists of cruel punishments she’d choose from and not one of them was for your enjoyment, it was for hers.

“‘M sorry, I’m only yours, Mommy- ugh!” She hummed as you fought for her endorsement, yet she gave no indication of any. You were getting closer, your thrusts meeting halfway with your hips that had a mind of their own. You were merely brushing over that sweet spot inside of you that had your toes curling and free hand gripping the sheets. Your palm was rubbing against your clit every time you moved, everything was so overwhelming yet so divine.

“What are you- what are you doing?” You saw her stalking towards you with a sharpie in hand, she must’ve gotten it from the desk. Her knees hit the floor with a thud as she gripped your open thighs, spreading them even further apart. She didn’t tell you to stop, so you assumed that was your permission to continue.

“Mommy just wants to doll you up a bit more, alright?” You nodded without hesitation. You could always trust her, there was no doubt about that.

You could feel the tip of the sharpie pressing onto your skin, leaving lines of ink as she wrote. You didn’t know what she was spelling out, you even tried to follow the letters with your mind but found yourself unable to focus.

“Don’t move, wouldn’t want me to mess up this gorgeous body.” Your movements faltered for a moment as you knew you wouldn’t be able to hold back if they didn’t. She stopped, and with one look you knew exactly what she wished of you.

“But-”

“No but’s, baby, do as Mommy told you.” You insisted on instead torturing your clit once more, already missing the feeling of being full but wanting to please her as best you could. She didn’t tell you anything she wrote, nor did she utter a word until she stood.

“I can’t hold it anymore, feels too good.” You brainlessly shuddered. As badly as you wanted to cum, you wouldn’t be able to unless you had her permission, she completely ruined you for anyone else including you.

“Shh, let me take a photo. I’m sure my colleagues will love this.” She knew of your shared infatuation with some of her lower coworkers, and you were exceedingly surprised when she wasn’t enraged. In fact, it only brought more teasing your way, something you were forced to get used to with her.

“Oh, don’t you look adorable?” She spoke, staring at her phone that now held the lewd picture of you. She was already planning on sending them whether you liked it or not, it was just a matter of time before they’d struggle to look you in the eyes whenever you stopped by her office.

“Oh, shit! I’m gonna-”

“No, you’re not.” She was quick to demand, grabbing her purse from off the hair and settling her phone in her pocket.

“You won’t be cumming until I say so, got it?” It took you a moment too long before you mustered out a nod while tears streamed down your face. She was patient, though, and when you finally did so, she grinned happily.

“Good girl. I need to head into the office, I sent three hundred to your account, go neaten up and get yourself some food before I come back later.” She started to walk out the door to your bedroom while ignoring your whines of protest, only to stop mid-way and turn to face you once more.

“Oh, and if you cum, I’ll know.” Her eyes set place in the corner of a wall as a smirk took over her. You followed her eyesight, finding a blinking red dot that was situated on what looked to be a camera. Your eyes widened as you went to look back at her, only to see that she was gone.

You then took sight of the mirror that wasn’t so far from your bed. Standing on shaky legs, you walked over to stand in front of it, and that’s when you noticed all of the degrading words printed onto your skin.

‘Slut’, ‘Cum here’ with an arrow pointing to your weeping hole. ‘Breeding whore’, ‘Mommy’s toy’, and lastly, ‘A.H’s property’. You didn’t know how exactly you were to get these off, but you couldn’t deny the deep arousal it caused. The lingerie piece was kept on as she requested, and you truly felt as though you looked exemplary. There was no doubt in your mind that Agatha would be receiving many photos throughout the day, only fueling to the large fire that was your punishment.

Suddenly, you heard a ping from your phone that you left on the nightstand. You grabbed it quickly, expecting to see a text from the woman in mind but smiling smugly when seeing her coworker's contact appear. It was Wanda, one of the sweetest and seemingly wholesome people you’ve ever met.

‘Hey, just thought I’d let you know you looked absolutely stunning in that photo. Maybe you could stop by my house sometime so I can show you just how beautiful I think you are.’

[scarlethexelove]

Heeeey if it is okay for you, I would like to request amab! Agatha Harkness x fem! reader

I love my witch

-Arigato

My Little Bunny

Pairings: Agatha Harkness x Reader

Word Count: 1726

Warnings: Smut, Dom!Agatha, Sub!Reader, AMAB Agatha, Tit Fucking, Gags, Bondage, Womb Tattoo, Light Choking, Degration, Magic Used for Sex, Daddy Kink, Use of Bunny as a pet name.

A/N: I hope you like this. I was not prepared for an Agatha request so it took me a bit to think of how to write for it.

NO ONE IS PERMITTED TO STEAL, COPY, OR REBLOG MY WORK AS THEIR OWN

You lay there with your hands tied together above your head connected by purple wisps. Agatha watching as you squirm on the bed kicking your legs in protest. She loves it when you put up a fight so that is what you do. You want to rile her up to get exactly what you want. More purple wisps wrapping around your ankles and pulling them apart. She smiles above you as you squirm more. 

“Oh bunny, you look so pretty spread out for me. All mine for the taking.” Agatha purrs as she strokes herself as you squirm on the bed. “Awwww look at you trying to get away from daddy when daddy knows how much of a whore bunny is for daddy’s cock.” You can’t help but try and rub your legs together for some form of release. 

“Daddy.” You whimper looking up at agatha as you desperately try and get some release. “Yes bunny?” Agatha asks in a faux gentle tone her eyes darkening at the sight of your dripping pussy. “Mmmm, want daddy.” You look at her pleadingly. But all you get in return is a smirk as she continues to pump her cock. 

She moves forward and gets on the bed next to you gently stroking at your stomach her hard pulsing cock just inches away. You wiggle your hand trying to reach out and grab her but all you manage to do is make her tighten her magic on your wrist making you whimper. She smirks, throwing her legs over you and straddling your stomach. Looking down at you as you’re so helpless. She shuffles up a bit, her hands falling to your breast pinching and twisting at your nipples. “Daddy please.” You squirm more under her, your head falling back the more she plays with your nipples pinching them hard. “Ahhhhh! Daddy that hurts.” 

She takes one hand away waving it. A puff of purple smoke is in front of your eyes before a gag is in your mouth. “Oh much better. Can’t complain if you can’t talk, can you bunny?” Agatha smirks down at you as you try and talk back but all that comes out is a muffled mess. “Oh sweet pea you're just here for daddy to use.” Her hands going back to your breast tweaking your nipples before she pushes them together. She slides her cock up through the middle of your breast moaning at the sensation. “Fuck bunny these tits are just to perfect for daddy not to fuck them.” She slowly starts to thrust herself between your breasts causing you to moan. 

Her thrust speeds up as she uses you for her own pleasure. Your body meant just for her and no one else and tonight she was going to make sure no one else could ever have you. Her thrust stayed steady as she used your breast. “Mmmm fuck so fucking good.” Her head falling back in pleasure. Your whimpers are heard around the gag in your mouth watching her breast bounce with every thrust of her hips. All you want to do is touch her but Agatha loves how pathetic you get when you can’t do so. Your eyes look at her pleadingly in hopes she looks at you, but she doesn’t just enjoying the feeling of your breast wrapped around her cock.

Her thrust being more desperate as her hips stutter. She finally looks down at you, her pupils blown as she continues to thrust. “Going to look so good covered in my cum.” Her voice is a bit shaky. You nod your head wanting nothing more than for your daddy to cum, to give her the pleasure she deserves so much. Her thrust got more sloppy the closer she got to her release. Her hips stutter almost coming to a stop as white hot spurts of cum cover your chest and face. Both of you moaning at the same time. Agatha slowly fucking your breast as she rides out her high. 

“So good bunny.” Agatha pants above your. She gently let your breast go before climbing off of you. Her gaze on your chest and face admiring the beautiful artwork she has created. Her hand lightly stroking your cheek causing you to turn your head and nuzzle into her hand. “Always a good girl for daddy bunny.” She smiles gently at you. “Now does bunny want daddy to fill her tight cunt with daddy’s big cock.” You frantically nod your head, your thighs twitching with anticipation. Babbling around your gag wishing she would just take it off of you. But Agatha has no plans of removing it or your restraints. 

Agatha moves between your legs stroking her cock again. “Daddy is going to make sure that bunny is hers forever.” She takes her cock swiping the head through your folds purposefully nudging your clit. Loving to her your whimpers and moans as she does so. Your body squirms as you pray from some kind of friction. Without warning Agatha slams her cock into your waiting hole. Filling you to the brim and starting a brutal pace. 

As you moan around the gag your spit dribbles out the sides and down your face. Agatha plants her hands beside your head and leans over you, her pace never faltering. “Look at you, just a drooling dumb baby. Taking daddy’s cock so good. Getting off on the fact that daddy fucked your tits and making a mess out of you.” She groans as you clench around her length. “Fucking whore taking what ever daddy gives you. Fuck I never want to leave this pussy it was made just for me.” She thrust harder, your whole body moving as the headboard bangs off the wall. 

Agatha moves up looking down at you admiring your fucked out state. Your eyes droopy and glossy, the spit dribbling down your chin and neck. She wants to keep you like this forever. Her cock buried deep in your pussy and the only thoughts in your head are of her fucking you. The way both of you like it.

Agatha slows her thrust a bit, but thrust hard and deep. Your moans spilling out around the gag. She places her hand over your lower abdomen feeling her cock press against her hand. She pushes down where her cock is ellisiting a guttural moan from you. Your body is shaking from the intense please. She looks to your eyes to see you staring right at her. You start to feel a burning sensation where her hand is placed, your eyes quickly snapping down to look. Seeing a purple glow under her hand. 

You start to whine and fight against the restraints bucking your hips. It hurts so good that you don’t know if you want it to continue or for her to stop. Her thrust never stopping. “This will make sure no one else will ever touch what is mine. You belong to me whore and no one can ever take you from me.” 

With tears in your eyes you nod your head wanting nothing more than to be with her forever. She smiles at you and removes her hand. That is when you see the light purple glow under your skin. You can’t read what it is but you notice markings. Ones that Agatha always told you not to worry about because they are for your own protection. “Mine forever.” She punctuates each word with the thrust of her hips. 

Bucking up to meet her thrust and clenching hard. Begging with your eyes as you feel the knot in your stomach painfully tight and ready to snap. Trying to mumble out around the gag to ask her for permission but she already knows. She knows your body like the back of her hand. A smirk overtaking her face. 

“Wait bunny. Daddy wants to cum with her precious little bunny.” Her thrust speed back up letting you also fuck yourself on her cock as you buck faster. “That’s it bunny.” She moans when you clench. You do your best to keep up.

You start to feel her thrust getting sloppier and sloppier. Her hand moving to your neck and wrapping her hand around squeezing the sides. A moan being caught in your throat. Both of you teetering on the edge of bliss. 

“Cum with me bunny.” Agatha moans out with one final thrust, her seed spilling inside you painting your walls white. Your head falling back and your back arching off the bed as you cum hard around her cock, your walls pulsing around her as you milk her dry. Her light thrust as she helps you both to ride out your respective highs. 

Agatha pants above you before she slumps on top of you. You let out a whimper at her movement, her cock dragging along the walls of your sensitive pussy. “Sorry bunny.” She whispers in your ear and gently kisses your cheek. 

She lets her magic dissipate and you moan in relief as you can close your jaw and move your joints. Agatha rolls your bodies so that you are laying on top of her, her cock still buried deep inside of you. “Was that okay bunny?” She asks. No matter how possessive she gets and how intense she can be she always checks on you and makes sure she doesn't do too much. 

“That was good daddy.” You reply sleepily nuzzling your face into her neck. You move your hand down to try and remove her cock from inside you but she slaps your hand away. You look up at her confused. “Daddy?” 

“Daddy is going to stay inside. Want to make sure my spell takes, bunny. Don’t you want to be daddy’s forever?” Which you nod to and hide in her neck. “That’s my good girl.” She rubs your back feeling your body getting heavier on top of hers. “Go to sleep, bunny daddy will be here when you get up.” 

She smiles as you mumble. “Night night daddy.” Kissing your head and cuddling you closer as you drift off to sleep. “Night bunny, sleep tight.” She finally has all she has ever wanted. For you to be with her forever and it’s even better that you want the same thing. She kisses your head one final time before drifting off to sleep with you.

[upat4amwiththemoon]

Could you write a fic about Agatha Harkness x fem! Reader? I love my evil witch

My girlfriend is a witch

Summary: I’m your neighbor to the right. My right, not yours.

Pairing: Agatha Harkness x female!reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 372

a/n: first (very short) Agatha fic!

Tags: @thought-of-you-and-me @rafecameronswhore

Rampant knocking on the front door gets Y/N finally out of the kitchen. “I’m coming!” She calls out, drying her hands to the small apron on her waist. The black and white knee length dress she is wearing moves with her as the white heels clack on the ground.

With a big smile, Y/N opens the front door. “Hiya neighbor!” A woman who is holding a flower pot in her hands smiles widely. “I’m your neighbor and decided to come say hi. I’m Agnes, and you dear?”

Y/N looks at Agnes up and down, taking in her checkered dress and black, curly hair. “I know who you are Agatha. No need to pretend, the cameras aren’t on us.”

“Oh thank god.” Agatha closes the front door and puts the pot down to a small table. “I was worried the magic might’ve taken you in.”

Y/N grins. “You worry too much. I might not be as strong as you are, but I’m still strong enough to protect myself.”

“I know you are, dear.” Agatha has her never-leaving smirk on her face. She stares at the outfit Y/N has on, winking when she gets caught. “You look great even in black and white. I think you should wear these kind of dresses more often.”

“You just want me to be your housewife.”

Agatha laughs. “I certainly wouldn’t complain.”

With a roll of her eyes, Y/N goes to step away, but Agatha’s hands grabbing her waist pulls her closer. They stare into each others eyes. Agatha has a sultry look on her face, slowly she keeps pulling Y/N closer and closer. Tired of the teasing, Y/N kisses Agatha with full force.

Agatha tightens her hold of Y/N, returning the kiss with as much force. She starts moving them to the couch, sitting down on it and pulling Y/N on her lap.

“You better steal her magic quickly, because I don’t know how long I can be without using my magic.” Agatha pulls away to raise one of her brows, making Y/N roll her eyes. “Or live in a different house than you.”

“Shut up.” Mumbling, Agatha gets back to making out her witchy girlfriend.

[wandamaximoffsbadgirl]

for a prompt? 3 words sugar mommy agatha... perhaps ✨️feelings✨️ are involved fluff? smut? idk (sorry this is vague)

Please Mommy?

Sugar Mommy!Agatha Harkness x Sugar baby!fem!reader

Summary: You're such a good girl for Mommy and good girls get rewarded.

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, R calls A Mommy, A calls R Princess, Fingering, strap use, degradation, Agatha teasing you while on the phone, oral fixation

Word count: 1.4K

A/N: This honestly felt so sweet to write~

Your eyes sparkled as you looked through the window of a shop on Broadway. You were looking at all the pretty rings they had you’d always loved to accessories with rings adorning your fingers. Your tongue poked out ever so slightly as you smiled looking over the different rings, they had a whole line of Disney princess inspired rings and before you could even ask you felt an arm around your waist, a small squeak coming out of you as she pulled you against her.

“See something you like princess?” You smiled up at her, she loved seeing you so happy. The two of you had started this relationship close to a year ago and at first you were hesitant to ask for things. Soon enough though you became more comfortable with outright asking and Agatha had no problem saying no if she felt you didn’t deserve something.

Today the two of you were out because Agatha had been away and you had been so well behaved in her absence that she promised she’d treat you to a special day.

“They just have so many pretty rings Mommy!” You turned your attention back to the rings glistening in the sunlight. You looked over all of them and then one caught your eye, it was a ring that wasn’t closed a round diamond on one side and the other was a tetragonal. “Ooo Mommy that one!” You called out excitedly. She followed your finger and smiled.

“Okay princess let’s go inside and get you one your size.” You did a little wiggle in happiness at the prospect of getting a new ring.

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After many hours of being out in Time Square you and Agatha arrived back at her home, well it was slowly becoming yours as well little bits of you littered everywhere from throw blankets, to clothes, to your Nintendo switch.

Before Agatha could even stop you you were wiggling out of your ‘outside’ clothes and into one of her shirts that looked more like a night gown on you as you curled yourself up on the couch ready to recharge your social battery.

“Did you have a good time princess?” Agatha asked taking care of the mess you left behind knowing now wasn’t the time to reprimand.

“Yes Mommy thank you for everything.” You responded with a yawn.

“I think it’s nap time darling. Close your pretty eyes now Mommy will wake you up soon.” You gave a sleepy smile as you closed your eyes.

You sat up, rubbing your eyes calling out, “Mommy?” You got no response as you looked around. Grumbling you got up bringing your blanket with you. As you headed upstairs towards her office you could hear her talking on the phone with someone which explains why she didn’t answer. You slip your way into her office and she smiles at you gesturing you to come over.

You happily make your way over leaving your blanket on the couch she has in her office to sit her her lap. You happily sit there playing with a fidget she keeps on her desk for you as she carries on her conversation until you feel her hand move onto your thigh. You look back, but she moves her hand to face you back forward, moving her hand back to your thigh. She rubs and squeezes soon enough pushing her fingers against your clothed and very wet cunt. You have to bite your lip to keep quiet.

She lets her fingers slip past your panties, running through your slick folds, kissing your shoulder blade gently as she pushes two fingers into you making you gasp and cover your mouth. You didn’t want her to stop and if you got too loud where the person she was talking with could hear you she’d leave you like that for the rest of the night.

You slowly moved your hips against her fingers which she so graciously allowed you. Small whimpers and mewls falling past your lips as she carried on teasing you as she continued her conversation and you could only hope it would end soon. If you didn’t ask for permission you weren’t allowed to cum. You could feel it building up so nicely and that’s when you heard it,

“Alright this was a productive call. We’ll carry out with it on Monday Wanda. I’ll see you then. Buh-bye dear.” Before you could think Agatha stood up, bending you over her desk, fingers pumping in and out of you roughly.

“Ahhh Mommy!” You squeaked out.

“Such a little slut, you were already so wet for Mommy. Did it turn you on that I was on the phone? That she might hear you?” Agatha teased, gripping her other hand into your hair, pulling roughly as you let out a loud moan.

“Yes Mommy! Yes! I was good though! She didn’t hear me!”

“That’s right princess she didn’t which means you get to cum.” Suddenly her fingers left you, you whined at the loss. “Shhh don’t worry Mommy is going to fill you up.” You perked up, looking behind you to see her pulling out your favorite thick purple strap that you had picked out.

“Mmmm please Mommy!” You wiggled your butt making her chuckle.

“Such good manners princess, but Mommy was already giving it to you. No need to beg more.” She spoke as she lined herself up, slowly pushing into you until she bottomed out and you you feel the fake cock fill you up completely as you moaned out. “You can cum whenever you want princess you’ve been so good all day for Mommy.”

“Thank you Mommy! Thank you!” You cried out as she pounded into you until you’re tightening and cumming around her strap. You fall back against the desk. Slowly she pulls out and this time you groan at the loss as you clench around nothing.

“Shhh Mommy’s got you Princess. Let’s go get you a nice bubble bath.” You nod dumbly as she helps get you up and cling onto her as she gets the bath ready. Once you two are in the bath you search for her hand until you find it. She already knows what you’re looking for as she holds out her pointer and middle finger. You let your lips wrap around them, sucking gently.

“You are my precious little princess, you know that?” She asks softly and you nod, leaning back against her, closing your eyes.

“I love you Mommy...” You mumble hesitantly. Feelings weren’t supposed to be a thing and yet here you were saying the ultimate phrase. You couldn’t help it, it was the truth and Mommy always encourages you to tell the truth. She was quiet for a moment. She tapped lightly on your tongue, her signal for you to release and as much as you didn’t want to you did. You let her fingers go and she tilted your face back towards her as she pulled you into a soft kiss.

“Say that again.” She husked against your lips, kissing you again and again until you let the words slip out once more. This time against her lips,

“I love you Mommy.”

“Again.”

“I love you.” The kisses didn’t stop, you were pulled into her, completely pressed against her,

“Again.”

“I love you Agatha.” You heard and felt her moan into the kiss at the use of her name. You rarely used it anymore, but now felt like a moment to use it.

“I love you Princess. I love you Y/N.” She pulled away and looked you in the eyes. “I know we said no feelings, but how could I not fall for a precious little thing like you Princess?” Agatha smiled and kissed you again.

“I couldn’t ask for a better Mommy...you’re so good to me all of the time even when I’m a brat. How could I not love someone as loving and caring as you Mommy?”

The two of you spent a little extra time in the tub that night. The water going cold before you two finally stepped out. Agatha got you put into a new pair of panties and a different shirt of hers that you proudly wore. You loved being hers and she loved knowing you were hers. The two of you cuddled up under the sheets as you sucked on her fingers and she gave you kisses on top of your head until both of you fell asleep.

[ginnsbaker]

In Losing Grip On Sinking Ships (5/?)

Chapter summary: The "calm" before the storm. Wanda’s tentative friendship with you is off to a good start

Chapter word count: 5.4k+

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader, Yelena Belova x Fem!Reader (heavy on this chapter)

Notes: don't need to squint for fluff in this one, also kind of a filler before we get to the much dreaded part 6

AO3 | Masterlist 

Next Chapter: Six

Taglist: @blackluthxr | @esposadejoyhuerta | @secretbackrooms | @justgotlizzied , @casquinhaa | @marvelwomen-simp | @sunsol-22 | @wandanatlov3r | @kyaraderuwez

-

Five

Wanda’s tentative friendship with you is off to a good start. There’s a silly smile on her face as she puts the harness on Sparky; and the energetic pupper struggles only slightly when Wanda coos at him.

“We’re going to see Y/N,” Wanda says, and Sparky wags his tail hard at the mention of your name. “Who’s an excited little boy?” 

She proceeds to hook the leash on the harness and then temporarily secure the hand loop around the doorknob. 

“Stay there while mommy puts on makeup.” Wanda commands and feeds him a treat from her hand. 

Wanda studies herself in front of the mirror. It’s a problem putting on the liquid foundation because she can’t stop smiling, the product caking along her laugh lines as a result.The last time she was drunk on happiness was when she got that job at the art gallery and you surprised her by taking her to a romantic dinner cruise around the island. While there, you both mapped out the plan for her to eventually be the senior art curator–a position that eventually went to Agatha Harkness. Wanda had been bold to give herself only two years to work her way to the top, and it wasn’t purely of her own accord. It was being with you that she felt she could dream anything. It was you that removed all her fears and doubts. 

If anything happens, let them happen, she thought to herself. As long as she had you, the rest was just confetti. 

It didn’t mean that Wanda’s ambition and everything else outside of you were just background noise; it only meant she knew it wouldn’t be the end of the world if she failed.

Wanda ends up just applying a bit of lip gloss on her lips, recalling how often you used to tell that you prefer her more natural look. 

Her phone buzzes with a notification. Wanda unlocks it to find a text from Pietro, who she asked to man the cafe until afternoon.

You owe me a free batch of those macadamia cookies for this. - P

I’ll bake all the cookies you want for a discount. - W

Thank you for doing this. - W

Agatha agreed to help in the morning. - P

You text with Agatha??? - W

:p - P

Please don’t flirt in front of my customers. - W

No promises. Enjoy your date with Y/N. - P

Wanda grins from ear-to-ear. 

It’s not a date. - W 

You wish it was. - P

Wanda chooses not to answer that and slips her phone back in her purse. Then she turns to Sparky who’s been fiercely watching her all this time. 

“Ready to go, bud?”

–

“You look nice.” 

It’s offhandedly delivered after you take the reins on Sparky, yet the speed at which she blushes from the compliment is almost embarrassing. Like always, she makes it a point to look good for you. 

You and Wanda chose to meet at the Conservatory Garden in Central park, taking advantage of the spring weather. Its main path is littered with trees and benches, and an overall perfect spot for people watching. Sparky was the first to spot you, and he started barking the second he picked up your scent and ran towards your direction, dragging Wanda along with his leash. Tears almost fell from her eyes when she watched your touching reunion. You fell to your knees to gather Sparky in your arms, while he made sure to lick every part of your face. 

“I missed you too, bud.” Wanda heard you whisper over the back of Sparky’s furry head. Sparky made a whining noise, and you knew he understood.

“I was surprised you’re available on a Wednesday,” you say. You and Wanda are strolling side by side, Sparky in tow, moving in circles around you and occasionally around Wanda too. 

“Pietro covered for me.”

“I didn’t know he could bake or make good coffee for that matter.” you say with a light chuckle.

“I baked everything in advance this morning, so all he has to do is take care of the register. Also, he’s caffeine dependent and very particular about his coffee, so he already knows how to make the ones on the menu.”

Though, what Wanda really wants you to know is that she woke up at 3AM just to be able to walk Sparky together.

You raise your eyebrows, half-impressed and half-skeptic. “I’m curious if he’d make them as good as yours. I mean, you make pretty darn good coffee.” 

Wanda bites her tongue to maintain her neutral expression. Another compliment. She wonders how many more she can squeeze out of you. The reality is she’s a nervous ball of energy. Worse than College Wanda was nervous when she first realized her feelings for you.

“Thanks, Y/N. It means a lot, coming from you.”

“Aren’t you worried I’m just being biased?” you quip with a devious smirk. Wanda feels a strong urge to wipe it away with her lips. “After all, you did train my tongue to like your cooking.”

“I did not!” Wanda passionately protests, blushing when her mind wanders to what else she trained your tongue to do in the past. 

You surprise her by letting loose a laugh; a real one, blissful and unrestrained; playfully challenging her with a, “Then explain why I love overcooked chicken.”

Wanda’s still thinking of a smart comeback, when your ringtone goes off in your pocket. 

“Excuse me, I should take this.” you say, handing back the leash to Wanda.

“Hey, stranger,” you happily receive the call, and Wanda curiously watches you from the corner of her eyes.

“This Friday? Yeah. Aside from dinner…? No, I don’t think I have anything else planned.” 

Plans this Friday? Wanda muses, trying to figure out if said plans are platonic or not. The thing is, she can’t tell with the tone of your voice alone. 

“I’m a Knicks fan, yes,” you confirm something Wanda already knows. “You cheer for Brooklyn? You’ve got to be shitting me.”

You only talk that way to your best friend. Were you talking to Natasha?

“A long time fan, huh? So you’re saying you’ve been rooting for New Jersey all this time,” you laugh. “Nope, you can’t take that back cause I’m recording this call.”

The cheeky way you’re addressing this person is not sitting well with Wanda. Sparky comes up to Wanda and jumps at her, poking her knee with his paw. 

“Not now, Sparks.” Wanda hisses at him the way someone would scold a child.

“Count me in. How much does the ticket cost? What? I can’t let you do that… Fine, popcorn’s on me then. Uh, huh. We’ll see about that. Simmons is not who he used to be. Alright, we’ll continue this in the game. Yes, you have me for the whole night, I promise,” you say, your mouth splitting into an amused grin. 

Wanda’s head cranes towards you, no longer bothering to pretend she’s not eavesdropping. You catch Wanda’s green orbs and lower your voice as you end the conversation with, “Anyway, I have to go. I’ll see you. Bye.���

“That was Yelena,” you say after tucking away your phone. “Natasha’s sister. I think Nat’s mentioned her to you.”

“Natasha doesn’t talk to me.” Wanda says, keeping her tone light.

You gawk at her. “That’s insane. Of course, she does. I mean not now, because of, you know, what happened.”

“No, she doesn’t. Whenever the three of us are together, we talk to you.”

You hum in confusion, your mind drifting through countless dinners the three of you shared in the past. You suppose Wanda’s claim had basis; Natasha’s seems more reserved in Wanda’s presence.

“Well, I–maybe you heard about her from me?”

“I just know that Natasha has a sister. I never knew her name, though.”

“Ah,” you say, face warming up and sweat gathering around your upper lip. The heat of the sun is at its peak, making you feel incredibly hot. “I thought I'd mentioned her before.”

“So, Yelena,” Wanda starts, wanting to know more about this person despite the pang of jealousy that has crept into her chest. “What’s her story?” 

What’s on Friday? Why does she have you for the whole night?

You stop and sit on one of the benches. Wanda follows and plops next to you, leaving just a few inches of space between your bodies. Sparky immediately stands on his hindlegs, trying to jump into your lap. With care, you scoop him up into your arms and cradle him like a baby. 

“She’s Natasha’s sister.” You dumbly repeat, not really knowing where you should start telling your ex-wife about the woman who just asked you out on a date. 

“You said that already.” Wanda says; though she manages a smile that’s convincing enough, her tone is clipped and rather distasteful. 

“What do you want to know?”.

Wanda looks pensive for a moment, before she says, “How come I’m only hearing about her now?”

“She flew to England right before freshman year and then we lost contact right away.” you say.

“And when did she get back?” 

Your eyes flit away from her for a moment. “Two years ago.”

“You’re saying you’ve been friends again for the last two years?”

You refuse to let it bother you that she’s obviously jealous even though she has no right to be. 

Sighing, you say, “Why does this feel like an interrogation?”

“I’m just curious.” Wanda shrugs, scratching Sparky in the area near his tail. He seemingly looks like he’s fallen asleep on you, but his tail still wags at Wanda’s attention. 

“Were you?” Wanda prods. “Were you in touch with her in the last two years?”

For a while you don’t say anything. The thing is, you could lie. You don’t owe Wanda anything anymore. But with Wanda’s line of questioning, it's like she’s almost trying to assert herself and redefine history; perhaps even make it seem like you weren’t so innocent in all of this after all. 

Except you were innocent. You never flirted with the idea of other people. Not even that time you ran into the other great love of your life. So with confidence, you tell Wanda the truth. 

“We ran into each other five or six months ago. But we recently just reconnected again.” you say. 

Wanda does the math in her head. 

Oh.

“You didn’t mention that when we–that was before we–”

“I didn’t think it was worth mentioning,” you say coolly, your patience wearing thin. “It happened that day you asked me to retrieve a painting from Agatha.”

It’s Wanda’s turn to be speechless. Though you never talked about what really went on that Tuesday afternoon when you clobbered Vision with a vase, Wanda had an inkling that you had something to do with the missing paintings in his room: the one he was working on for his final project and the one she gave him. 

It’s still a sour topic; seeing the way your jaw hardens at the mention of the paintings. Wanda backpedals, reeling in the possessiveness she still feels towards you. 

“I see…” she trails off. 

Badly, she wants to know more about this Yelena, but she’s afraid that she might push you too hard for answers; answers that you don’t have to provide in the first place. Wanda feels somewhat ashamed of having taken advantage of your kindness (yet, again) to get what she wants. 

But where does she draw the line? 

Wanda wanted you still. She needed to know if there were other people in your life competing for the same thing. She couldn’t just stand meekly in the corner and watch you fall in love with someone new. 

“Sparky looks chunkier. Is he chunkier?” you say all of a sudden, rubbing his belly.

Wanda is more than grateful for the change in topic.

“He is. He gained five pounds last time I checked.” she says, smiling fondly at the scene before her.

“So he’s basically happy without me?” you ask, more relieved than downhearted by the fact.

Wanda shakes her head. “I don’t think so. Maybe he’s just eating his feelings, you know? Like I sometimes would.”

You cast a funny look at Wanda. “That sounds implausible.”

Wanda’s laugh fills the air with its melodic resonance. “Why don’t you find out? Take him from me for the weekend. See if he’ll miss me enough to gain a few more.”

It must be so blatant how she’s trying you get you to see her again so soon after today. Though it doesn’t seem like you noticed. 

“This weekend?” You pause to think about your schedule despite having all the time in the world to do absolutely nothing. Aside from cleaning up the apartment and doing laundry as part of your Saturday routine, you’ve been wanting to visit your mother in Montauk. 

It definitely wouldn’t be a problem if you take Sparky with you.

“Sure, why not?” you say. 

“Great,” Wanda beams at you. “I’ll drop him off at your apartment before I open the shop?” she inquires softly, hoping she could get your address.

“Sounds good. Did I already give you my address?”

Wanda does a little victory dance in her head. “You haven’t.” 

You text her the details right away. 

“Listen, do you want to have lunch before I go?” you ask, getting up and putting Spark back on his feet. “And thank you for this time with Sparky.”

“No problem.” 

You’re still ridiculously polite. Still kind. 

Still her Y/N.

-

“You’re late.” Pietro grumbles as soon as Wanda arrives at the cafe. 

He has an overly-complicated coffee order waiting, and two customers waiting for their food orders. Agatha has already left two hours ago.

Wanda shrugs her shoulders, placing the eco bags she’s carrying in both hands on the counter. “I went to the grocery store to buy some supplies.” 

Pietro mutely hands Wanda her apron and she quickly starts working the espresso machine. 

“How did your date go?”

Wanda doesn’t bother to correct him this time. 

“It was okay.” 

Pietro doesn’t look convinced at the very least. “That’s it?”

“We walked Sparky and had lunch.” comes Wanda’s nonchalant reply.

“Ah, lunch,” Pietro flashes a leering smile at his clearly smitten sister. “Were you the one to ask her?”

Wanda grins with a dazed look. “Nope.”

“Congrats, sis. You’re on your way to getting back with your ex-wife. Which, if I may add, was your plan all along even when you agreed to a divorce in the first place.”

On any other day, Pietro’s sarcastic humor would normally push her buttons in a snap, but right now Wanda couldn’t care less if she tries. The memory of her time with you and the scent of your perfume is still fresh. There’s nothing that could ruin her perfect day. 

The door chime sings to signify the arrival of a customer. Wanda quickly draws a simple latte art on a coffee order, and then proceeds to serve it to the customer by the window. Her eyes briefly brushes the customer who just came in, and is taken aback when she finds the woman staring at her expectantly.

Wanda carefully places the mug on the table for her other customer, before very quickly fixing her hair to greet the new arrival.

“Hi, welcome to Second Chances. Dine-in or take-out?”

“I’m here to get Pietro.” The woman says with a bored expression. 

Wanda grits her teeth. Her brother really knows how to choose them. “And you are?” 

“Shannon,” she drawls. “His fiancé.” 

“His what? I mean, that’s–” Wanda is stunned beyond belief, and looks over at Pietro who’s pointedly trying to avoid her gaze. “–amazing news. Congratulations.”

“He proposed months ago.” Shannon deadpans, like she’s used to Pietro’s people not knowing he has a fiancé or a girlfriend for that matter.

“He didn’t tell me.” Wanda says.

Shannon doesn’t acknowledge that information. Instead, she says, “Nice little cafe you have here.”

“Thanks.”

“Though the Spanish Latte needs more sugar. I had it earlier this morning.”

Wanda has to ball her fist to refrain from using them on this woman.

“Actually, we have a suggestion box.” Wanda says, gesturing to the aforementioned box by the counter, designed to look like a mini treasure chest. “If you could write it down, we’ll get to it as soon as we can.”

Shannon forces a smile that’s undeniably fake, possibly for lack of trying. 

Pietro approaches them slowly, his rounded eyes reminding Wanda of a wounded puppy. 

“Hey, babe,” Pietro mumbles and pecks Shannon on the lips. “I’m ready to go. Let me just change, okay?”

“Five minutes.” Shannon prompts in a stern voice. 

At this point, Wanda would rather see Pietro flirting with Agatha than have to watch him be pushed around by this woman with his tail between his legs. A barrage of questions run through her mind, starting with why her brother is marrying this bitch.

“You’re wondering why he’s marrying someone like me.” Shannon says wryly. 

“You read minds?” Wanda tries to joke. 

Shannon isn’t having it. “It’s a mystery. I, myself, am wondering why I’m still hell-bent on marrying him.”

Wanda tilts her head at her with a quizzical look. 

“Oh, you don’t know.” Shannon’s laugh is devoid of humor of any kind. 

“Know what?”

“I caught your brother in bed with different women… more times than I can count with one hand.” Shannon explains so casually like she could have just been talking about the weather.

“And I still won’t quit him.” she adds as an afterthought.

“If you’re telling me this because you think I can talk some sense into him–”

“I don’t expect you to do that.”

“Then why are you telling me this?” Wanda asks, no longer holding back her ire.

“Pietro told me what happened with you and your ex.”

“He had no business telling you that.” Wanda says through bared teeth.

Shannon looks unnerved by the evident irritation of her future sister-in-law, and says, “He’s your brother and we do run out of things to talk about.”

“Is there a point to this conversation?”

Shannon drops her gaze to the floor in thought, before they flit up back to Wanda’s eyes which have narrowed into slits. 

“Pietro cares about you. The reason he refuses to go back to LA is because he’s worried about you. I just want to give you something to think about that might help all of us.”

Wanda says nothing and merely waits with her hands on her hips. She already doesn’t trust whatever piece of advice she’s going to hear from this stranger. 

“Love is forgiveness. If your ex couldn’t forgive you for straying once, then you’re better off with someone else who will accept you for your mistakes. Because believe me, you’ll never run out of them.”

Wanda’s anger slowly ebbs away until all that’s left is bafflement at the insinuation that you’re not good enough for her. 

That you’re not worth it. That she’s stupid to chase a love that should overcome anything including infidelity. 

“And you’re that person for my brother?” Wanda says, smiling in contempt. 

Shannon lifts her chin. No, she wouldn’t go as far as verbally claim it, but the Alpha behavior more than proves that she thinks so highly of her capability to love. Wanda feels an overwhelming urge to throw this woman out. Instead, she turns her back on Shannon to stalk towards the staff room where Pietro is changing. 

“I don’t like her.” Wanda states as soon as the door swings open, expecting a half-naked Pietro. 

He’s cross-legged on the floor, watching YouTube videos on his phone.

“Which is why you’ve never met her. And before you say anything, I did try very hard to keep it that way. It’s not my fault that you came back so late.”

“What do you see in her, Piet? You haven’t eloped, right? You can still get out of this.”

Pietro shrugs his broad shoulders; shoulders that would have taken him to superstardom, if not for the series of injuries that plagued his short career. 

“Look at me,” Pietro says in a languid manner. “I’m a fuck up, Wands. I’ll always be a fuck up. It’s in my nature. And she loves me anyway. Maybe I just want someone who will always have my back no matter what.”

“That’s not love. That’s codependency, you idiot.”

“No offense, sis. But it’s not like you have the moral high ground to lecture me about relationships.”

Wanda’s lips press together into a hard line at the proverbial mirror in front of her. They were both fuck ups. The only difference is one of them has already embraced it with open arms. 

After a beat, Wanda asks, “Are you, at least, happy?”

Pietro considers it for a moment, before saying, “She’s not so bad once you get to know her.”

-

The Knicks versus Nets game is starting in thirty minutes, and the thick crowd is scrambling to get their pre-game ritual done; long lines in the restroom, the merchandise stores and the snack bars, fans taking group photos in-front of giant cutouts of NBA players. You stand in the middle of it all, a giant bag of popcorn in each of your arms, when Yelena shows up alone at the assigned gate for your seats. 

Her blonde hair is up in a tight bun, with just a few stray strands falling in front of her eyes. She’s wearing considerably less makeup than she wore in the club, which you think makes her even more beautiful.

Not that your preference has anything to do with how Yelena presents herself, and you certainly wouldn’t let her know that. 

“Where are your friends?” you ask, eyes darting everywhere behind her.. 

“They canceled at the last minute. Kate got called on an assignment.” Yelena says with a huff.

“What a waste.” 

“Kate sponsored the tickets and she doesn’t mind. It’s just her change.” 

“Kate, huh?” you teasingly look at Yelena.

“Really, Y/N?” Yelena mutters, feigning offense. “You’re breaking my heart, you know? I said I like you. Don’t pawn me off to someone else.”

Your cheeks warm at her directness. 

“Shit, sorry. You’re right. I was being a jerk.”

“You were.”

You offer her one of your priced popcorn. “Will this make it better?” you ask, lower lip jutting out into what you hope is an adorable pout. 

Yelena takes your peace offering and then candidly says, “Fine. But stop being so cute or you’re going to regret it.”

You flush even further and feel a jolt deep in the pit of your stomach. 

Somehow, the game is the last thing on your mind right now.

-

The Knicks are down ten at the half, and Yelena’s trash talk isn’t letting up anytime soon. You’re on your third bottle of beer, and the intimacy of how Yelena is half-leaning on your side, her weight solid against your own body, is keeping you tethered more than anything. 

You positively look like a couple, despite the fact that neither of you has acknowledged that this has turned into a date. 

“Wanna bet on how many bricks your team will make in the second half?” Yelena goads with a self-satisfied smirk.

“They’ll find their shooting, you’ll see.” you say with a toothy grin, unfazed. Truthfully, the games’ outcome is the farthest of your concerns now that Yelena’s fingers are inching towards your lap as she shares an anecdote about her workmates. She tells the story rather animatedly, and you can’t help but be mesmerized by the girl you practically grew up with. 

Towards the end of Yelena’s story, the crowd around you goes wild. You look up to see the kiss cam land on you and Yelena. 

You both shake your head in refusal, gazing up at yourselves on the huge monitor in the middle of the arena. People start booing at the two of you, and as a consolation, you put your arm around Yelena’s shoulders and kiss her on the forehead. It’s enough to pacify the crowd and the kiss cam moves on to another couple who gamely makes out in front of everyone.

When the moment passes, you suddenly realize what you’ve just done. The line has been dangerously toed, and you sheepishly retract your arm the same time Yelena straightens her posture.

“I’m s–”

“Don’t,” Yelena stops you before you could utter an apology. “I wanted to kiss you, but I was worried about overstepping any boundaries.” 

“Nat won’t be happy about this.” you murmur, still keeping a respectable distance. 

“For once, don’t think about what other people want. Think about what you want.”

The remaining two quarters is not enough to think just that. 

-

You see Yelena off to her apartment after the game. Sharing a ride is cheaper, since your own apartment is less than thirty minutes away by foot. 

“...and that’s how Kate and I met,” Yelena concludes after a minute-long summary of how she ended up crashing with her current bestfriend. “Why do I feel like I’ve been talking too much about myself for the last hour?”

“There’s more than a decade of stuff for us to catch up on,” you say, feeling a bit regretful about the time that has passed of not being in each other’s life. “There’s a lot I don’t know about this new you.”

“What “new” me? It doesn’t feel like I’ve changed too much.”

“You have,” you say. “But you’re different in a good way. I like both Yelenas.”

Yelena ducks her head. “You’ve changed as well. But judging from how much fun we had in each other’s company, I say the important bits of us remained the same.” she says.

Your eyes sweep over her. She’s right. She’s just Yelena, Natasha’s younger sister and your first love. Beneath the changes that had accumulated over the years, your soul still recognizes her soul.  

“I had a really great time.” you say before you both turn the corner to her place. 

Through the remainder of the distance to her apartment, your pace slows down to a crawl. It’s a familiar ritual: the walk to her doorstep, fishing out for keys, playing for a while with those keys, an exchange of awkward smiles, and then–

The pinnacle of a first date, where the magic happens.

Yelena shuffles her feet, fiddling with her keychain. “This is a date, right?”

You swallow dryly. “Yelena–”

“If you mention my sister’s name again, I might have to strangle you.” 

“It’s not just Nat,” Out of habit, you thoughtlessly reach for your left ring finger to play with the wedding band that is no longer there. The action doesn’t go unnoticed by Yelena. 

“Is it Wanda?” Yelena crosses her arms in a slightly defensive stance. “Are you still in love with her?”

The question has been plaguing you long before Yelena drew it out in the open. 

Shaking your head, you lean in and kiss her. 

-

The next morning, Wanda’s at your door at exactly six. She texted you thirty minutes ago to inform you that she’s on her way but received no reply. Now she’s worried that she might wake some of your neighbors with her forceful knocks. If not, then Sparky’s yelps certainly would.

It takes a few more seconds before she hears your familiar footsteps on the other side of the door. The door swings open and Wanda’s heart skips a beat at the sight of you; in your pajamas; hair messy from sleep; fabric marks on the left side of your face, indicating that you still sleep on your side in the direction of where Wanda used to be when she slept next to you. 

“Good morning, Y/N.” Wanda can’t help how quickly her smile reaches her eyes.

“Wanda? What are you doing here?” you mumble, rubbing the remnants of sleep from your eyes. 

Wanda frowns. Did you forget?

Sparky takes it upon himself to remind you with a small whine as he lifts his paw to scratch at your leg.  

You look down to find him with his tail a blur, wagging from side to side, and it automatically puts a lazy smile on your lips. “Hey, buddy!” 

“You agreed to take him for the weekend.” Wanda says slowly, gauging your reaction. “But if the plan has changed, then–”

Your eyes widen when, at last, the realization sinks in. “No. Sorry. I just lost track of time. I didn’t know it’s Saturday already. I still want to take him.” you say, flushing in embarrassment.

“Great,” Wanda breathes out, and then motioning inside your apartment, says, “Can I, uhm, use the toilet before I–” 

“Of course!” you exclaim, opening the door wider to let her in. “Sorry, I’m still out of sorts.”

“Rough night?”

“Hmm,” You hum pleasantly. “Something like that. The bathroom’s that way.” 

Wanda doesn’t miss your little indulgement in reminiscing last night’s affairs. Definitely not ‘something like that’. She heads to the bathroom with Sparky following behind her. He curls on the floor as he waits for Wanda to finish her business.

“Do you want some coffee? Or maybe not coffee. I have…” you yell out, searching the fridge. “Beer and soda.”

“Water is fine.” Wanda says as she approaches the kitchen. 

She picks a chair that’s nearest to the counter where you’re busy making coffee and pouring Wanda a glass of water. 

Wanda surveys your new home. The lack of decor and the monochromatic paint job screams Natasha; the best friend who’s attached to your hip, but is obviously not present at the moment.

“Where’s Natasha?” you hear Wanda ask.

You think whether or not you should disclose the news about Natasha. You figure it’s not necessary anymore for Wanda to keep tabs on your friends. “She’s visiting a family member upstate.”

“Oh, I didn’t know she had family,” Wanda states, feeling a little silly. Natasha’s an important person in your life, and this is the kind of information she’s supposed to know already. 

“It’s good she’s spending time with them.” she adds.

“Yeah.” you mumble, feeling remorseful about the little lie. “Made me think of mom. I’m actually heading to Montauk later. I’m taking Sparky there if that’s okay with you?”

Wanda gives an enthusiastic nod. “Just don’t forget to pack some water on the trip.”

“And some healthy treats too, I know. I’ve got it, Sparky’s Mom.” you say with a quiet chuckle as you bring over a tray of water and two large mugs of black coffee.

Wanda rolls her eyes at the nickname, secretly elated.

“It’s like we’re co-parenting him.” she blurts out without thinking. 

By the look on your face, the idea of it hits you in a different way. 

“Is…that what we’re doing here?” you say, only half-teasing. 

“I’m not insinuating anything. It’s just somewhat comparable if you think about it.”

You’re quiet for a moment, and it drives Wanda on the edge. 

“I know I’m the one who wanted kids, but I’m glad we didn’t have them when it happened.” you say, and it surprises Wanda beyond anything–the trivial way in which you said it.

“I don’t know, Y/N, ” Wanda whispers. “Maybe if we had kids, things would’ve been different.”

Your eyes are unreadable as you ask, “Different how?”

Wanda couldn’t think of anything to say except what’s really on her mind. 

“Maybe we could’ve avoided separating altogether.”

“Because you think having kids would have made me stay married to you?” you say, in a tone of voice that makes Wanda’s knees buckle and her heart squeeze in regret of her words. 

“Because maybe it would have stopped me,” Wanda says in a rush. It’s the wrong thing to say, but it might even be more wrong if she chooses to lie about it. “Maybe it would have given me a different purpose. Would have made me into someone who isn’t selfish and didn’t lose sight of what truly mattered–”

“You’re saying that our childlessness is what motivated you to cheat on me.” you say, and Wanda watches you flex your fingers; shaking away some numbness. 

“That’s not–” Wanda grapples for words. 

There’s none. 

“I didn’t think this through.” you whisper to yourself, eerily calm and collected. 

“What do you mean?” Wanda asks frantically. 

In the absence of words, you merely look at her with a pained expression.

“Y/n?” Wanda gapes at you and her soulful green eyes widen in panic. “Wait, please, I’m sorry. If we can just–”

“I’ll drop Sparky at your apartment on Monday.” 

Wanda pauses momentarily at the door; but you’re already walking back to your room, indifferent to what she chooses to do. 

[xqueen-of-disasterx]

𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐥 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

FLUFF: ❤︎︎ ANGST: ★ SMUT: ꨄ DARK:☾

𝐍. 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐅𝐅

𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒

Run Rabbit Runꨄ❤︎︎: fem!hybrid!reader x Nat

Closerꨄ: fem!reader x step-sis!Nat

Favourite ꨄ: fem!reader x prof!Nat

Say yes to me ★ꨄ: omega!reader x alpha!Nat

You’ll be a starꨄ: camgirl!reader x Dads!friend!Nat

I hate to hate to hateꨄ★fem!reader x Natasha Romanoff

Keeping it quietꨄ: fem!reader x dads!friend!Nat

(Un)pleasant surprise pt.2❤︎︎: fem!reader x dads!friend!Nat

(Un)pleasant surpriseꨄ★: fem!reader x dads!friend!Nat

Lonely ꨄ: Innocent!reader x dads!friend!Nat

As sweat as a peach ꨄ: Innocent!reader x dads!friend!Nat

Bad Bunnyꨄ: jealous!Nat x Fem!reader

Out of the woodsꨄ☾: witch!Nat x Fem!reader

Key Wordsꨄ☾: Mob!boss!Nat x Fem!Reade

It’s okay ❤︎︎★: sick!Nat x Fem!Reader

Art Deco ❤︎︎ꨄ: Artist!Nat x Fem!Reader

You can be the boss ꨄ☾: Mob!Nat x Fem!OC

𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐑𝐁

Salvatore

𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒

Part: one, two

𝐖. 𝐌𝐚𝐱𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐟𝐟

𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓

Shot ꨄ ☾: Mafia!boss!Wanda x reader

𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐑𝐁

Step!Mommy!Wanda: one,

Step!daughter!Wanda: one

𝐊. 𝐁𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐏

Every girl gets her wishꨄ: Kate Bishop x reader (maid outfit)

𝐀. 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬

Gift ꨄ: Agatha Harkness x reader

𝐁. 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬

Playing dangerouslyꨄ: Bucky x Nat x Reader

[yelenasdiary]

Welcome to my October Special! Below you will find fics for Kinktober, Flufftober & Darktober!

Fics will be posted on Monday, Wednesday & Fridays at 5pm AEDT. Starting on October 2nd! There is no set order for what will be posted, gotta keep the surprises coming haha! Anyways, I had so much fun writing these and I hope you all enjoy them!

If your request wasn't written, I do apologise. I only had room for 13 fics x

Friendly reminder, this blog is 18+ ONLY! Men & Minors DNI!

Happy Spooky season everybody!!

Kinktober Fics -

>Dirty Games - Russian Professor! Yelena Belova x College Student! Reader ~Strap on Use, Daddy Kink, Public Sex, Expeditionist Kink, Exhibitionism Kink, Legal Age Gap, Abuse of Power, Degradation Kink.

>Everything Is Perfect My Love - Cult Leader! Agatha Harkness x Innocent! Reader ~Loss of Virginity, Legal Age Gap, Oral, Magic Strap, Manipulation, Indoctrination, Forced Marriage, Breeding, Mommy Kink, Use of Magic, Mentions of Murder, Mentions of Depression.

>Sips of Red Wine - Wanda Maximoff x GN! Reader ~Nipple Play, Tiny hint of Lactation Kink, Light Language.

>Be A Good Toy - Drug Lord! Yelena Belova x Fem! Reader ~Yelena has a Penis, Somnophilia, Daddy Kink, Unprotected Sex, Fingering (R Receiving), Orgasm Control.

>Hold My Drink - Natasha Romanoff x GN! Reader ~Reader has a Penis, Masturbation, Oral (Reader Receiving), Unprotected Sex, Mommy Kink

>Such a Good Girl - Kate Bishop x Fem! Reader ~Fingering, Oral, Daddy Kink, Hickies, Aftercare

Flufftober Fics -

>But I Didn't Win? - Kate Bishop x Fem! Reader ~No Warnings, pure fluff!

>Oh, How The Tables Have Turned - Natasha Romanoff x Reader ~No Warnings

>Pecan Pie - WandaNat x Avenger! GN! Reader ~No Warnings

>New Memories - Older Siblings Nat & Yelena x Younger Sibling! Reader ~Mentions of Red Room, subjugation, drinking

>Trick or Treat - Kate Bishop x GN! Reader ~No Warnings

>Feels Like Home - Scarlett Johansson x GN! Reader ~No Warnings

Darktober Fics -

>When The Time Comes - Military! Yelena Belova x Fem! Nurse! Reader ~Mentions of War, Kidnapping, Details of Torture, PTSD, Depression, Details of Murder, Gore, Mentions of Blood, Scaring, Medical Talk.

Spooky Ghosts -

For a little bit of an extra treat, I'll be posting some of the little ghosties I've drawn recently! All of these are also available on my RedBubble store as stickers, magnets and phone cases if you're interested x

>Wanda Maxiboo aka The Spooky Witch

>Natashaboo Romanoff

>Agatha Spookness

>Yelena Boolova

>Kate Booshop with Lucky

>Yelena Boolova with Hot Sauce

>Kate Booshop

>Kate Booshop with Pizza Box

[dmysterioblog]

Masterlist

WARNING! Most of the following contain SMUT and/or have a DARK theme!

Disclaimer! These Fanfics aren't mine! They're just some of my favorites. Check at the bottom to see when it was last updated. I've made a second masterlist which I'll be updating once in a while.

Masterlist II

Dark-♤ Angst-♧ Fluff-♡ Smut-♢

Shoulder to Cry On

Paring; Agatha Harkness x reader

Summary: you have a rough break up and Agatha invites you over to make you feel better.

Rated- ♧♡

Witch hunter

Paring; Agatha Harkness x witchhunter!reader

Summary: as a friend of Blade, whilst he hunts monsters, you focus on ending the witches of old that have come to ruin the future. Agatha Harkness happens to be one of them, but she isn’t running into your trap, it’s the other way around.

Rated-♤♢♧

Say You Want Me

Parings; Agatha harkness x reader

Summery: your neighbor agatha's seen you looking at her, and she gets the wrong idea-- or, well... sort of.

Rated-♢

Closer

Parings; Salem!Agatha Harkness x Reader

Summary: you and Agatha are forced to share a bed while out for the coven.

Rated- ♡

Working Together For Her

Paring; Agatha x reader x Wanda

Summary: Y/N escapes to Westview, on the run, and Wanda and Agatha pause their fight to work together and help her.

Rated- ♧♡

Make Me Feel Special

Pairing: Milf!Agatha Harkness x fem!reader

Summary: You are angry at your best friend for turning down the opportunity for something that you would give your life for: a mother.

Rated- ♤♢

Jealousy

Paring; Jealous!Agatha x reader

Summary: you have been getting too close with Wanda and Agatha doesn't like that.

Rated- ♤♢

Taste Of A Poison Paradise

Pairing; Agatha Harkness x Fem!Reader

Summary: It’s your wedding day, and you’re freaking out with the stress and anxiety of it all. Fortunately, your future mother-in-law is there to help.

Rated- ♤♢

Love Thy Neighbour

Paring; Agatha Harkness x reader

Summary: Wanda’s spell did quite a number on Agatha. She forgot who she was. Her powers gone. But ever since she met you, she's been her memories and powers come back.

Rated- ♤♢

Oh Red String of Fate

Pairing: Agatha Harkness x Fem!Reader

Summary: you're Agatha's soul mate.

Rated- ♡

Broken Doll

Paring; Bucky x reader x Steve

Summary: Steve and Bucky have to now live with the consequences after they have broken you.

Rated- ♧

July

Paring; Cate Blanchett x reader

summary; you’ve been in australia on vacation and made a new friend, maybe more than just a friend. When your time comes to an end you reminisce the last weeks and doubt your feelings.

Rated- ♡♧

Right here right now

Paring; Carol Aird x reader

Summary: What if Carol went away by herself over Christmas and met you instead? One morning your eyes lock across the room at a motel and you spend the day together, getting to a women's bar where things heat up and you end up getting a hotel room together.

Rated- ♡♢

The Animal I Become

Pairing: Damian Priest x Fem Reader

Summary: Being the eldest daughter of Rey Mysterio, it surprises most that she’s nothing like her family. After her father and family ban her from wrestling due to her violence, she is officially the black sheep, but breaks that rule, coming back to help during an attack from the Judgement Day, only to be scolded by her father for the madness she started, then running into someone who knows her like no one else…

Rated-♧♢

Animal Unleashed

Pairing: Damian Priest x Fem Reader

Summary: After having a meeting with Judgement Day, making official plans to join and also ending the issues the reader created with Rhea Ripley after attacking her, they find the perfect way to show that the Reader is now apart of Judgement Day, joining in on the attack on her family, letting the world know she’s walking her own path away from her Mysterio family, unleashing the animal she knows she is…

Rated-♢♢♢

Tag Team

Pairing: Damian Priest x Fem Reader x Rhea Ripley

Summary: Rhea and Damian take turns having their way with Y/n. 

Rated-♢♢♢

I Can Keep A Secret, Can You?

Paring; Eve Fletcher x Camgirl!Reader

Summary: The camgirl that helps Eve edge into oblivion every night changes her life in more ways than one.

Rated-♢

Miss Deavor

Paring; Evelyn Deavor x reader

Summary: Not everyone needs a screen to be under Evelyn Deavor's wiles. As her brother's assistant, you can attest to that.

Rated- ♢

To Attend the Cruise

Paring; Evelyn Deavor x reader

Summary: You're desperate for a reporting gig at the Everjust cruise. Perhaps Evelyn Deavor can arrange something?

Rated- ♢

Energy Source

Paring; Hela x reader

Summary: Hela has you locked up in a dark dungeon cell to use you as an energy source. But she's nice to you.

Rated- ♤♡

Pleasing your Queen

Paring; Hela x reader

Summary: You're a palace maid who's been summoned by your newly crowned Queen. You have no idea what to expect, but the events that play out will surprise you more than you could have imagined.

Rated- ♢

El Amor Duele

Paring; Jake Lockley x Fem!Reader

Summary: Marc and Steven suspect there is another alter looming about as you begin to notice small mannerisms/movements that don't belong to either of them. You try and lure the new guy out.

Rated-♢♧

Through the Looking Glass

Pairings; Jake Lockley x fem!reader, Steve Grant x fem!reader, Marc Spector x fem!reader

Summary: “I knew who I was this morning, but I’ve changed a few times since then.” —Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland

Rated-♤♢♧

Love Is A Hard Thing

Paring; Lady Tremaine x reader

Summary: You are one of the staff workers of the household belonging to Lady Tremaine. Let’s just say you caught her eye.

Rated- ♧♡

So Pure, So Dirty and Raw

Pairings; Lilith Ritter x fem!reader

Summary: Lilith is your boss, and she's been waiting to make you hers.

Rated-♤

Nightmarish

Parings; Lilith Ritter x fem!reader

Summary: You have an appointment with your psychiatrist. 

Rated-♢

You're My Property

Parings; Lilith Ritter x fem!reader

summary: You just want her attention. She is your boss, you're her secretary.

Rated- ♢

Special Friend

Parings; CG!Loki x little!reader

Summary: loki wants to scare everyone he comes across today, however you rather enjoy him in his reptile form.

Rated-♡

Don't listen to them

Paring; Loki x little!reader

Summary: Loki is in the glass cell and reader is with Thor in a room with the avengers talking bad about Loki. Reader is upset and goes looking for Loki.

Rated- ♡

Good Girl, Bad Grades

Paring; Professor!Loki x reader

Summary: Your grades in Professor Laufeyson's class have been slipping recently. You are distracted - because of him. Professor Laufeyson invites you to his office to discuss your grades and it seems that despite his disappointment in you, he may have a way to help you improve them.

Rated- ♢♡

Workout

Paring; Rhea Ripley x Fem!Reader

Summary: You needy for Rhea, so she gives you what you want in the gym bathroom.

Rated-♢

A Hard Fuck

Paring; Rhea Ripley x Fem!Reader

Summary: You call Rhea a bitch during an argument and she doesn't take it lightly.

Rated-♢

Jealousy Jealousy

Paring; Rhea Ripley x fem!reader

Summary: You get jealous of Rhea and Liv but Rhea shows you she belongs to you.

Rated-♢♢♢

Tease Me, Please Me

Paring; Rhea Ripley x fem!reader

Summary: "I want you to ride my thigh until you're a whimpering fucking mess, and if you come, then I'll punish you for it."

Rated-♢♢♢

The Aftermath: Our Pretty Princess

Parings; DarkQueen!Wanda x Fem!Reader x SoftDarkKing!Valkyrie, Kate Bishop x Fem!Reader (Brief/Established)

Summary: Wanda and Valkyrie think you'll be the perfect fit as their princess, so their take you as theirs.

Rated-♤♢

She’s in Your Mind

Pairing; Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: Instead of whispering “run” Wanda reads your mind and sees that you are attracted to her. She uses a different method instead of fear, to make you submit to her, and it definitely does not involve running.

Rated- ♤♢

20th Birthday

Paring; LegalGuardian!WandaMaximoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: After your father's 'sudden' death you are being placed under the custody of his neighbor and close family friend, Wanda. She has been waiting for this moment since she laid eyes on you many years ago swearing in that you will be completely hers. Mind and body. And you being her innocent dumb little baby, that will be just a matter of time.

Rated-♢♡

Stephen Doesn’t Have to Know

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: Wanda had captured you in her palace when she took you from Stephen, she planned to make you hers to get back at him but she found herself taking a liking to you.

Rated- ♢♡

Training

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: When misbehaving in public after your owner told you to obey, you are punished for your trouble.

Rated- ♤♢

After School Special

Paring; Professor!Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: In the midst of your exhaustion you fail to see the flirtatious manner in which a classmate speaks to you, but alas Wanda has to prove who your real owner is.

Rated- ♡♢

First Times Aren't Shameful

Paring; Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: Your first time with mommy Wanda is filled with lots of soft praises and big feelings.

Rated- ♢

Her World

Paring; Dark!Mommy!Wanda x little!reader

Summary: After Wanda lost Pietro and then Vision she can't risk to lose you as well. So, she took you with her to Westview and live her perfect life with you as her little angel, like she always wanted.

Rated- ♤♡

Only Mommy Can See You Like This

Paring; Mommy!Wanda x reader

Summary: Professor Wanda gets jealous of you while teaching class and decides to make you stay after to remind you who you belong to.

Rated- ♢♡

Last updated 02/18/23

[hopelesslygaysstuff]

Hiiiii Char

could you write a fluff oneshot between Agatha Harkness x fem!r? maybe they are having a date and Agatha is just sweet with r

pairing: agatha harkness x fem!reader

summary: your first date with agatha!

content warnings: none

word count: 1.5k+

masterlist

A/N: Hi!! I had a lot of fun writing this, I hope you enjoy!! Sweet Agatha has my heart <3

photo cred: me

The First of Many

The lights around you flickered, their soft warm glow casting a warm ambiance over the cozy little cafe nestled in a quiet corner of the town. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee mixed with the delicate scent of blooming flowers, creating an inviting atmosphere that seemed to cocoon the space in comfort. The sound of other patrons conversing, the chatter of baristas, and the light rain pattering on the window faded into the background as your attention was captured by illustrious blue eyes. 

At a corner table draped in a deep shade of burgundy, you fought the urge to blush for what seemed like the hundredth time tonight. After countless failed talking stages, you’d decided to give up on dating for a while. The woman across from you, however, refused to take no for an answer. After she’d sent a myriad of different colored flowers to your office (you still had them, and smiled everytime you walked into your office), you’d finally agreed to a date. 

You were currently speaking excitedly about your newest project, a sequel to your first book. Agatha's eyes sparkled with genuine interest as she leaned in, her hand gently cupping her chin. "And do tell me, my dear, what intrigues you most about writing stories?"

"Well, I've always been fascinated by stories. The way they transport us to different realms, evoke emotions, and connect us with characters—it's like magic in its own right." You said, running out of breath towards the end of your sentence. You found yourself once more lost in Agatha’s vibrant eyes as they traveled over your face, seemingly memorizing every feature. 

"Ah, magic," Agatha purred with a playful twinkle in her eyes. "A subject quite close to my heart."

You laughed, sipping on your latte as Agatha’s fingers played with the rim of her own mug. Attempting to turn the conversation onto her, you asked, “What is something you’re passionate about?” 

Humming thoughtfully, Agatha sat back in her chair, crossing her arms as she answered. “I’m passionate about my work.” At your gesture for her to continue, she smiled before pulling up a picture on her phone. Turning the screen towards you, she watched your eyes crinkle at the edges as you took in the image of an adorable white rabbit. 

“His name is Señor Scratchy,” Agatha said, putting her phone away and cupping her mug with both hands as she smiled at you. “I work with many types of animals as a veterinarian, and the company I work for specializes in rehabilitation. Unfortunately, Señor Scratchy wasn’t selected by any families, so I decided to take him in.” 

You watched Agatha as she spoke, the walls around your heart crumbling slightly at the soft smile she was wearing. “Señor Scratchy sounds like an amazing friend, you’ll have to introduce me sometime.” 

Blue eyes lit up, and Agatha looked at you for a moment like you hung the moon and the stars. After a second, she coughed lightly and nodded. “I would really like that, and I’m sure Señor Scratchy would love to meet you as well.” She watched you smile into your mug, raising her own to her lips. She’d had enough of talking about herself, and turned the attention back on you with another question about your book.

As you spoke, Agatha watched as your fingers tapped lightly against your mug, the table, and even the rims of your glasses. It was like you couldn’t stay still, your fingers constantly itching to clatter away at a keyboard. Agatha simply adored it, and leaned in, smiling wider at the cute blush that rose to your cheeks at the action. 

You weren’t used to so much attention being thrown your way. With every second that passed, you were grateful that Agatha had put so much effort into asking you out, and you wished desperately to reciprocate. 

“I was thinking, for our next date, I would love to take you to this cute little park. They have plenty of grass and green space for Señor Scratchy to run around, and there’s always food trucks!” You continued to ramble, talking about which food trucks you wanted to try with her as Agatha rested her chin in her hand, watching you with sparkling eyes. 

You paused, having been startled out of your thoughts at the sight of Agatha looking intently at you. “W-what?” You asked, worried that you’d gone overboard. It certainly wouldn’t be the first woman you’ve scared away. 

“You’re adorable.” Agatha simply said, her eyes not leaving yours for a second, enjoying the way that you ducked your head at her compliment. “Already planning our second date, darling, while we’re still in the middle of our first one.”

Your mind latched onto the pet name, and you avoided eye contact as you fought to keep your blush down. Was it getting hot? You were incredibly nervous all of a sudden. A cold hand gently cupped your cheek, and you raised your head with wide eyes. 

“You alright there, hon?” Agatha’s voice was soothing, and her blue eyes held nothing but sincerity. You nodded, immediately missing the physical contact of her soft hands as she pulled away. 

“I hope that wasn’t too forward of me,” You began, pressing your lips together in a shy smile as Agatha shook her head slightly. 

Draining the last of her coffee, Agatha stood and offered you her hand. “I would be honored to go on a second date with you, dear.” She smiled down at you, already mentally clearing any other plans she had for the day. 

Accepting her hand, you allowed Agatha to pull you up, her grip surprisingly strong. She pulled you closer, leaning in until her lips were inches from your ear. “If you’d like, can we start that second date now?”

Pulling away, Agatha watched your face go through multiple emotions within a few short seconds. Surprise, suspicion, excitement, and happiness. In that order. 

Smiling softly, you nodded. 

Agatha smiled, the whites of her teeth showing as she pulled you from the cafe. As you navigated down the cobbled streets, wary of any puddles that had formed from the aftermath of the light drizzle that morning, you found yourself taking Agatha’s hand. 

It surprised you, how comfortable the action felt, and judging by the way Agatha’s hand tightened against your own, she felt the same. As you strolled along the sidewalk, closing in on the park you’d mentioned, the quiet hum of conversation lingered comfortably in the air. 

"Do you believe in first date kisses?" Agatha asked in a playful whisper, a hint of vulnerability shimmering in her eyes. You turned to face her, resting a hand on her shoulder as you pretended to think it through. 

A soft breeze swept through, tousling Agatha’s long brown hair and adding an element of serendipity to the moment. Without hesitation, you leaned in with a smile, your lips meeting in a delicate, tender kiss. It was a fleeting yet electrifying connection that left Agatha’s heart racing and a wild blush on your cheeks.

A stupid smile made its home on your lips, and you felt like cheering when you saw the same smile adorning Agatha’s face. She smiled, intertwining her fingers with your own as she pulled you further into the park, muttering something about food trucks and a grumbling stomach. 

You allowed yourself to laugh, the sound surprising you as you walked. Amidst the echoes of your doubts, a flicker of hope began to burn brighter within your chest. With each step forward, you felt your insecurities fading slightly as Agatha’s smile grew brighter with every glance she stole towards you. Allowing your mind to drift for a moment, you envisioned a future of yourself with Agatha. The only thing you felt was excitement and contentment, filled with blue eyes and laughter and a promise of love. 

“So is this still a first date, or is it now the second?” Agatha asked, her voice playful as you refocused back into the present moment. Her eyes shone as she watched you frown in mock thoughtfulness. 

“Well,” You began, pulling her under the shade of a nearby tree. “This is the official end of our first date.” You lightly pushed her backwards, and she raised an eyebrow at you when she felt her back hit the rough bark of the tree. 

“The first of many, I hope?” Agatha asked, her hands lightly resting on your hips as you wound your arms around her neck. You smiled playfully, pressing your lips against hers in a brief kiss. Pulling away, you grabbed her hand and pulled, laughing at her surprised expression. 

“Of course,” You said, the walls around your heart crumbling completely at the soft look she gave you. The soft sunlight illuminated her features, casting a warm glow that seemed to mirror the newfound warmth in your chest. With a playful twinkle in your eyes, you tugged her towards a small bench, the air alive with the scent of blooming flowers and the soft murmur of a nearby fountain.

As you sat on the bench, one leg pressed against Agatha’s, you let yourself hope. With each soft touch, you hoped. With each stolen glance, you hoped. With each beam of sunlight that dared to touch her skin, and light those dazzling blue eyes, you hoped. And when Agatha finally admitted the extent of her feelings for you, that hope blossomed into something that promised familiarity and content. 

And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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[abbyromanoff]

Can I request an omegaverse where R is a beta but when she meets Alpha! Agatha, R’s body changes and become in omega! R?

Please 🥺

SAY YES TO HEAVEN

PAIRINGS: Agatha Harkness x reader

WORD COUNT: 1,832

WARNINGS: ABO universe, smut, car sex, handjobs, breeding, multiple orgasms, creampies, marking, possessiveness, praise, degrading, think that’s all :))

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Agatha never intended to fall in love with someone like you, someone who wasn’t part of her kind. You were a beta, failing to fit in with the majority of society and often finding yourself as an outcast to most, but that only seemed to make your girlfriend fall harder.

You tried to understand what her role as an Alpha meant and the fact that she was destined to be with an Omega, something you weren’t but now wish you could be. She wasn’t like any of the Alpha’s you came across, she cared about more than sex and saw you as a human being, not just a piece of meat to use and throw away once she was done.

But eventually, over the course of nine months, you noticed changes in your body. It started out small when you noticed a growing heat in your lower region, but you assumed it was natural. Then when she was stroking your face, her fingers pumping deep inside of you, an almost purr-like noise left your gaping mouth. You could tell the effect it had on her as well, she had been waiting to hear her partner release such sounds of pleasure.

Then came the need, it was more than ever before, even looking in the woman’s eyes caused a throb to erupt on your clit. What was happening? You didn’t know, which meant you did the only logical thing and visited your doctor.

Agatha offered to take you to the appointment after you informed her of your emotions and physicalities as of late. She had been sensing it too, your smell felt like it was pulling her in, and the urge to claim you as hers only grew.

“It’s going to be alright, my love. If anything happens I���ll be right there with you.” Her words and sweet smile seemed to ease the shaking of your leg before a knocking was placed on the door. The older woman stepped through with what seemed to be an irritated look, she must’ve had a long day, you thought.

“So, tell me, Y/N, what seems to be the problem today?” Came her voice after a few minutes of small talk. A blood-pressure pump was wrapped around your arm and had been squeezing tighter and tighter, cutting off your circulation before you slowly gained it back after release.

“Well, uhm,” Agatha gave you a reassuring look. “I’ve been noticing- the both of us have, actually that there seems to be a change in my body lately and I don’t really know what to do or what it could mean.” You explained, receiving a hum from the doctor as she continued to type on her laptop.

“Mm, and your wife here- is she also a beta?” You blushed at the title she gave your girlfriend and noticed she shared the same reaction.

“Uh, my girlfriend is not a beta, no. She’s actually an alpha.” Her eyebrows rose before shaking it off, but you were used to the reaction, it wasn’t considered normal to see a pair like you together.

“Alright, I think it’s best if I perform a thorough exam, just to be safe. Why don’t you take off your clothes and I’ll be right back.”

The rest of the exam went considerably well, but it almost pained your partner seeing the professional place their hands on your body, on her body. You were hers, it felt almost predatory how much possessiveness could be caused by such a small act.

But when the painfully long wait finally came to an end, you were greeted with the news you had been starting to expect, your body was developing to match your mate’s, you were forming the traits of an omega.

“There’s nothing wrong with it, it’s actually much more common than you think.” The doctor tried to persuade you, but your mind was still swirling a mile a minute. When earning nothing but silence from your end, Agatha spoke for you.

“Uh, thank you, Miss, we appreciate your help.” She left with a nod and the two of you soon left after her, Agatha secretly smiling to herself as she opened the car door for you.

“You know, it’s really not that bad if you think about it.” There were barely any cars in the parking lot besides yours, most likely because they were nearing closing hours.

“Are you really that upset about this?” She didn’t understand why you kept your head in your hands while leaning forward, did you not want to be her omega?

“I’m not upset, I’m just-” You couldn’t finish as a small whine left you, not quite quiet enough to slip by her listening ears.

“Then tell me what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours, baby.” She tried to bring herself closer to you in hopes of getting a hold of you, only to feel your lips being placed on hers in a hurry. You used both hands to grasp harshly at her cheeks, already starting to climb over the dashboard as you found comfort on her lap.

“Fuck, I’m sorry, I’ve just been needing you so bad this week. I’ve been thinking about how nice it would be to have your marking, to finally be your omega.” You kissed hastily down her neck and near her jawline, letting yourself leave purple hints that some may suspect were bruises, luckily, purple was her favorite color.

“And then she told me what I’ve been waiting to hear, and I knew I just needed to have you as soon as possible.” Your arms wrapped around her shoulders as your hips started a grinding motion, all previous nerves disappearing as you got lost in a trance of overwhelming pleasure.

“There- someone could see us…” She mumbled, not being able to stop the moans that flew out of her. You were coming in perfect contact with her length, she was becoming just as desperate as you.

“I don’t fucking care, let them see. I thought you wanted people to know I’m yours, has that changed?” Your head was thrown back as her hands came in contact with your waist, causing the pace you started to quicken to her liking.

“Don’t fucking tease me, Y/N.” The way your name spilled out of her mouth in a haunting whisper sent shivers down your spine and caused goosebumps to erupt over your entire being. Your chuckle drove her mad as she pressed her mouth against your exposed neck, leaving stains of her lipstick across the layers of your skin.

“Or what? You’ll fuck my brains out, hm?” Your nimble fingers trailed down to her pants that were harboring a small wet patch. You reached for her belt and untangled it loosely, tossing it in the back before unzipping her khakis. She decided to help you and lifted her hips before lowering her bottoms, her erect cock coming to show and you nearly drooled at the sight.

“I need you inside me so fucking bad, you have no idea.” You stroked her rapidly, feeling her pre-cum drench your hand.

“That’s it, just like that.” She whimpered soundlessly, almost inaudible.

“Oh, yes! Y- you’re doing such a good job, such a good fucking girl.” You smirked teasingly before leaving a lingering kiss on her lips, letting her chase back in hopes of feeling you once again.

“Aren’t I giving you enough? Or is this not enough for your greedy little cock?” You fauxed a pout of sympathy, laughing to yourself when she thrusted into your enclosed hand.

“Awh, it’s so cute seeing you like this, so needy and distressed. I think I know how to fix that.” You brought her fingers against your inner thigh, slowly dragging it closer and closer to your heat. Feeling you through your tight jeans wasn’t enough, she felt as though she would die if she couldn’t feel you.

“Get in the back,” She stated firmly. “Now!” You nodded, a sudden act of submission that brought you by surprise. She followed soon after, smiling as you started discarding yourself of your clothing.

“You’re so perfect, and all fucking mine.” Her lips wrapped around your nipple, the bud hardening the harsher she sucked.

“Spread your legs for me, sweetheart.” It wasn’t a request as it was a statement. Her mouth fell upon your neglected breast as she lined herself up with your entrance, there was no need for foreplay as you were already dripping, it nearly brought shame seeing just how wet you were.

“Please, please- ah! Oh, God!” Her face contorted into pleasure as your warmth surrounded her, she felt like she was going to collapse at any given moment.

“Shh, the only one who gets to hear your moans is me, you got that?” You nodded, unable to form words as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. Her head stuck in your neck as she cried, sensing her orgasm approaching. The previous acts only edged her further, but now with your walls clamping around her, she knew there was no hope in stopping herself.

“So fucking tight! Oh, fuck, I-I’m gonna cum inside you. Can I cum, baby?” You could hear the pure want and desire looming in her breath and knew you couldn’t deny her.

“Yeah, just- please cum inside me, I want your pups, Aggie.” Your breasts were pressed together and your legs wrapped around her ass, pressing her closer into you in hopes she’d be able to thrust even deeper.

“C’mon, Alpha, give me your pups.” Her release emptied deep inside of you, causing you to groan in satisfaction. She painted your walls white and you enjoyed every second of it, and so did she.

“You feel so good, I need more.” She didn’t halt her movements, no matter the overwhelming shock that coursed through her veins.

“You’re gonna cum with me, okay? Can you do that for me?”

“Y-yeah.” She pulled herself up and grasped onto your hips, pulling you in even further as your legs clenched even tighter around her.

“You see that? That’s how deep I am inside of your needy little cunt.” She pressed against the bulge appearing on your stomach with a wicked grin, pulling you by the back of your neck so your vision lined up with her. You moaned at the sight, reaching out to interlace her hand with yours on the newfound interest.

“Shit, you’re so deep.” There was no warning when her cum shot deep inside of you, some oozing out and dripping down to your butt. You took it as permission to let go, soaking in the orgasmic state you shared.

“This is all I’ve ever wanted, my love, you’re gonna look so precious carrying my babies.” You connected your lips in a hungry kiss, refusing to pull away until you both were gasping for air.

“I- I don’t think I’m gonna be able to stop, you don’t know how badly I want to mark you right now.”

[scarlethexelove]

Hello there would you mind writing dark Agatha x femreader. Something really dark maybe with manipulation and smut

Ty 🙇🏼‍♀️

You're Mine Now

Pairing: Agatha Harkness x Reader

Word Count: 2604

Warnings: Smut, Dark!Agatha, Kidnapping, Shackles, Illusion to forced age regression, spanking, finger, oral sex, light bondage, drugging, tit sucking, squirting

Part 2: You're Not Going Anywhere

A/N: So this one got a little longer than I expected it to but I hope that you like it.

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You walk into the parking garage crying with a box of your stuff in hand. You don’t understand what happened. Everything was fine. You were one of the best employees at your company and was loved by everyone. Why were you all of a sudden fired? Why could they not give you the reason? You are questioning everything that happened in the last week but couldn’t come up with a single thing that you did wrong. 

You pop the trunk of your car and place the box inside before slamming it shut. As you do you drop your keys and just your luck they manage to go under your car. So you bend down but you can’t reach them. You have to completely lay down and get them from under your car. “Fuck today.” You mumble as you get back up dusting yourself off with tears still in your eyes. In all of this you haven’t noticed the dark figure that comes up behind you. There is a sharp pain in your neck before everything around you goes black. 

As you start to stir your head is spinning and you feel almost like you got hit by a truck. You blink your eyes before opening them up. The room is dark except for a cute dinosaur lamp that is placed on the bedside table. The lamp looks childish but you don’t pay that any mind. You start to try and sit up but you feel a heavy weight on your ankle. You look down and that is when you also realize that you are completely naked. You look further and see a shackle on your ankle that is chained to the bed that you have woken you on. 

In your haze you haven’t noticed the dark haired older woman that has moved towards you from the dark in the room. “Look who is finally awake.” The sweet voice comes from the woman that makes you jump. You scramble till your back hits the wall bringing your knees to your chest trying to cover yourself from the woman. “Who the fuck are you and why the hell am I naked?” You question with a quivering voice. “Oh baby girl my name is Agatha but you can call me Mama.” She stalks closer to you. 

Trying to scramble back further as your back is completely pressed against the wall, the shackle digging into your ankle but you ignore the pain. “Fuck you bitch!” You yell trying to sound more confident. Agatha chuckles darkly. “Oh little one we don’t use big girl words here. If you continue, Mama is going to have to punish you.” Your mind is running wild as the woman sits on the edge of the bed. “I have been watching you little one and I know you’re just the perfect little girl for me.” She reaches out her hand to your face, but you slap it away. “Don’t you fucking touch me bitch. I’m not yours, I'm my own person.”

You can see Agatha's demeanor change slightly, she is more angry than before. She gets up and walks over to a dresser opening up a drawer. You can’t see what she grabs until she turns around with ropes in her hands. “I told you little girl that if you continue Mama is going to punish you.” She walks over to you grabbing your hands. You try to fight her but her grip is strong and she is able to pin your legs between her thighs. “Mama worked hard to get you here. She got you away from that terrible job. Mama is here to take care of you. No need for my baby girl to be working if Mama is here to help.” She says as she ties your hands together tightly. “Ow fuck! What the hell do you mean that you got me away from that terrible job. I loved my job. What the fuck did you do?” 

Without a warning Agatha slaps you hard across the face. You feel the sting as tears well up in your eyes. You look at her with shock moving your tied hands up to your cheek. “I told you no big girl words.” She pulls your legs from between her legs and starts to tie them together just above the shackle as you kick and try and fight her. But she is very strong and has no issues keeping you from kicking too much. The shackle is now pressing into your other ankle causing you some discomfort. “There.” She smiles looking down at you tied up and tears in your eyes. Her hand rubbing your cheek where she slapped. “So pretty when you cry.” 

You're too stunned to speak as you look at the woman who has just admitted that she got you fired and she has kidnapped you. Agatha sits on the edge of the bed and starts pulling you towards her. “No, please!” You plead with the woman but she doesn’t seem phased. All she does is pull you and lay you over her legs. Your head hanging down and your ass up. 

“Now Mama has to give you a punishment. She doesn’t want to but little girls have to learn to listen.” Agatha’s hand smacking down hard on your ass. You can’t help but cry out from the pain. Her hand smoothing over where she hit as it turns red. “I think 20 spanks is good. 10 on each side. What do you think, little one?” 

“Fuck you.” You spit in anger at the woman. Her hand slapping down on your cheek again. “You keep going, I'll make it 20 each side.” She threatens as you whimper and just nod. Not seeing a way out of this. The older woman above you is much stronger and has definitely planned this out. “Good girl. Now I want you to count each slap. You mess up, I will start over. Do you understand me?”

You nod your head in understanding. “I need words little one.” Agatha tells you. “Y-yes.” You mumble out. “Good girl.” Her hand slapping down on your right cheek. “O-one” You whimper. You can’t see her face but she is smiling before slapping again. “Two” She slaps down hard in rapid succession. “T-three” You cry out and tears start to stream down your face. Her hand smooths over your burning red ass. “You missed one sweet girl, start from one again.” You whine at her words but you comply. 

You are able to get through the 10 without another mistake. You're crying more now as you squirm in her lap. “Good girl.” She leans down and kisses your head. “Time for the other side.” She uses her other hand to still your squirming in her lap. This time you make it all the way to 8 before you fuck up. So she starts over, but you learn this time and don’t mess it up again. 

Agatha’s hand smooths over both of your cheeks. “You did so well for me.” She groans looking down at your bruised cheeks. Your body squirms as you whimper and whine in her hold. Trying to rub your thighs together as your body betrays your mind. “Did you like that little one?” Agatha asks you, her hand still on your ass.

“N-no” You shake your head trying to sound confident but failing. “Hmm, the wet spot on my pants tells me different little one. You don’t want another punishment for lying to Mama do you?” She asks you. Her hand moving down between your legs. “N-no, I’ll be good.” You whimper. “Good girl.” She smiles, her fingers tracing your slit. “My little girl getting turned on by Mama spanking her ass black and blue.” You nod your head as you buck your hips into her hand causing Agatha to smile. “Does my sweet baby want Mama’s fingers in her tight little cunt.” 

You nod your head quickly. “Yes! Please!” You whine trying your best to get her fingers inside of you. “Yes, what little one.” She asked sweetly. Your head is spinning from want and need. “Y-yes Mama! Please!” Agatha smiles when you finally call her Mama, shoving two of her fingers into your hole harshly and starts pumping them. The action causes you to moan loudly as you squirm more in her lap. 

Agatha’s pace is unforgiving as she pumps her fingers and you buck your hips the best you can to meet her thrust. She smiles above you loving how pliant and needy you have already become for her. Your pussy gripping her fingers tightly as she pumps and curls her fingers perfectly inside you hitting the right spots. She already knows your body better than you do. She moves her thumb down and starts rubbing small circles on your clit. 

Your whimpers and moans start to echo off the walls. Agatha adds another finger as she continues to pump her fingers into your cunt. “Mama!” You moan out at the slightly painful stretch. “Does my little one like Mama’s fingers filling your tight little cunt?” She asks you, slamming her fingers in as she curls them giving you immense pleasure. Your walls are squeezing her fingers as your legs start to tremble slightly. “Does my little one need to cum?” Agatha asks you.

“Yes Mama” You nod your head frantically. “Cum baby girl. Cover Mama’s fingers.” Agatha demands you. You don’t hesitate already learning that you don’t want to mess with the older woman above you. Your cum coats her fingers as your moans fill the room. She keeps pumping and curling her fingers. Her thumb is still rubbing your bundle of nerves. “Good girl.” She praises you the more she pumps her fingers. 

You whine when she doesn’t slow down but continues to speed up. “Mama wants to see you cum again little one. Be a good girl for me and take what Mama gives you.” Agatha says as she continues, your cum dripping down more onto her lap. You whimper but nod your head which causes her to smile at your pliant form. 

It doesn’t take Agatha long to bring you to your second orgasm of the night. But she still doesn’t slow down. She wants to make a mess of you, turn your brain to mush. Push you into your sub space so that she can take care of you. So she doesn't stop with just two. She makes sure that you cum four times. By the time you have cum a fourth time you're a babbling whimpering mess over her lap. Your juicing soaking her pants. Your thighs are coated in cum along with her hand. She finally slows her thrust until she stops pulling her fingers out slowly. The action still causes you to whimper. Agatha sticking her fingers in her mouth and moaning at your taste. 

“Such a good girl for me and you taste so much sweeter than Mama could have ever imagined.” Agatha gently rubs your back and sides helping you calm down. Once you have calmed down slightly she moves you to lay on the bed leaving your legs dangling over the side. You whine as your ass hits the bed and tries squirming away. Agatha warns you with a tisk as you struggle to stay still you ass burning with the touch of the fabric. But she doesn’t care as she gets to her knees on the floor. She removes the ropes from your legs and spreads your legs as she settles between them. 

“So pretty.” Agatha whispers looking at your glistening cunt. Your legs twitching and your hole clenching around nothing as she looks on. “Mamaaaa.” You whine. “Mama is just going to clean you up, little one. Don’t want you all sticky and uncomfortable.” Your head is too fuzzy to argue so you give her a weak okay. 

Agatha throws your legs over her shoulders as she dives in. Not caring as the shackle digs into her back. Your taste is already addicting to her. She moans into you causing you to moan at the vibrations. She wastes no time as she eats you out like you are her last meal. Your whimpers and moans bring her joy. Your body is squirming and trying to get away from her tongue as it dips into your quivering hole. She uses her arms to hold you down. 

Agatha wraps her lips around your overstimulated bud and sucks. Your hips are bucking into her face as the mix of pain and pleasure. You don’t know if you want more or for her to stop. She alternates between sucking and dipping her tongue into your hole. She can feel your cunt already squeezing her tongue after a few minutes. You're so overstimulated it will take her no time to taste your cum right from the source. 

With her continued ministrations on your cunt you unexpectedly cum. To your surprise and Agatha's, your juices squirt all over her face. You want to apologize but all that comes out of your mouth are jumbled words and whines. But Agatha knows what you want to say. “Fuck that was amazing baby girl. I didn’t know you could do that.” 

She licks you clean before getting up. Your juices are still covering her face but she doesn’t care. Excited to see what else you can do but that is for another time. She unties your wrists. “Thank you.” You mumble lightly. She helps roll you on your stomach. “Stay like this little one Mama will be right back.” Agatha tells you before walking into the en suite bathroom. 

You have no energy to move as your eyes close and your body trembles. Agatha soon returns with a washcloth and some ointment. She applies the ointment to your bruised ass causing you to whine and squirm. “I know it hurts little one but this will help.” She says as she finishes applying it. She then cleans up between your legs. Once she is done she throws the washcloth into the clothes hamper and sets the ointment on the bedside table. 

Agatha then crawls into the bed, her back facing the wall. She then helps gently move you fully on the bed and towards her. Your fuzzy brain doesn’t hesitate to cuddle up into Agatha. As you do that is when you realize that she is no longer wearing any clothes either. But you're too tired to care. She is warm. She pulls your head on her chest which you gladly accept and you nuzzle your face into her. 

Agatha does her best to pull a blanket up over you two as you cuddle in. She pulls you closer and cuddles you tightly. You nuzzle more into her chest and let out a whine. It takes her a moment to realize what you want. She smiles at how fast you are breaking for her. She knew you were the right choice for her to take. You are absolutely perfect for her and she is perfect for you which you will soon realize. 

“Go on, little one.” Agatha moves your head closer to her breast. With your eyes closed you wrap your lips around her nipples and start to suckle lightly. She brushes her fingers through your hair. Enjoying the closeness that having no clothes on gives her to you. Your body gets heavy as you drift off to sleep. “Good night my little one. Mama will be here when you wake up.” Agatha kisses your head and falls asleep with you. The last thought on her mind is how much she loves you.

[starryd0ll]

── ☆ 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 + 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬

what i write :

Smut, fluff/comfort, angst/with our without comfort. Character x reader. fem & gender neutral reader. dark content such as stalking, perverted characters, etc. non con/dub con. dom/sub dynamics. poly relationships. all my readers are implied as chubby/chubby friendly. Any other descriptions are strictly vague and poc friendly.

what i won’t write :

incest. daddy kink. male reader. piss kink. foot fetish. anything and everything i don’t feel comfortable with.

(anything that’s not mentioned in this category, can be asked for.)

what characters? :

Horror -

| billy loomis | stu macher | ethan landry | bo sinclair | brahms heelshire | herbert west | dan caine | jason vorhees | michael myers | corey cunningham | all of the lost boys |

| amber freeman | tara carpenter | sam carpenter | carrie white | tiffany valentine | jennifer check | ginger fitzgerald | needy lesnicki | maxine minx | lorraine day | nancy downs | sarah bailey | rochelle zimmerman | bonnie harper |

Creepypasta -

| ben drowned | eyeless jack | jeff the killer | hoodie/brian | masky/tim | ticci toby | habit/evan myers |

Marvel -

| wanda maximoff | natasha romanoff | kate bishop | agatha harkness |

[getlostsquidward]

YO CONGRATS ON THE 500 FOLLOWERS!!! honestly u deserve it so much, your fics are just aaaaaaaaaaaa

[meme i wanted to send u with this]

for prompt request: dark milf agatha, 43, reader giving her head on the family couch while everybody else is asleep (so a lot of trying to hold back) + some cuddling at the end if that's ok

A/N: ok i'm not sure if the number here is from the fluff prompt or.. but it fits so i guess that's what you meant? lmao xddd anw thank u!! also how could i say no to cuddling with agatha

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Hush

Agatha Harkness x Fem!Reader

[Taste Of A Poison Paradise AU] - Series Overview

Warnings: 18+, oral & fingering r giving

You weren't sure if you opened your eyes or if they were still closed as total darkness met you. You blinked, trying to catch a glimpse of the shadows in your room. Reaching for your phone, you checked the time.

2:45 A.M.

You decided to make warm milk for yourself, carefully getting off the bed to not wake your husband up. The house was dim but the blaring light and the low volume of the TV downstairs caught your attention.

"Why are you still up?" Your voice was still groggy from sleep. Agatha flinched, surprised by your sudden appearance.

"I can't sleep."

You hummed mindlessly before you went to the kitchen to drink some water. You watch Agatha as she lazily switches channels to find anything that can make her drowsy.

Agatha watches you as you saunter around the couch and finally take a seat by her side. "Why are you up?"

"Don't know. Woke up for no reason," you shrugged.

There was a moment of silence, the two of you basking in the tranquility of the room.

Until, of course, you got horny. There was no explanation as to why the mere presence of this woman turns you on.

(This is exactly what you were worried about.)

You looked at her in the corner of your eye, and when you confirmed that her attention was still on the tv (although you could see she was disinterested), you asked. "Hey, do you wanna sleep?"

She furrowed her brows in question, but you didn't give her the chance to speak as you quickly maneuvered to kneel in front of her, pushing her thighs apart.

The sight of you kneeling before her, willing to offer her release was exquisite.

"Took you long enough, baby. Now help mommy out and put your mouth to good use."

You would laugh at her if your tongue wasn't busy collecting her arousal from her entrance. You locked your gaze on the woman above, her head leaning and back arching against the couch every time you'd wrap your lips around her clit.

Her moans were getting louder every minute, and as much as you love it, you both have to keep it down. "Agatha, you're being too loud," you groaned against her cunt, the vibrations from your voice adding electricity to her core.

She didn't answer, but her moans were reduced to breathy ones as she bit the back of her hand to suppress most of it.

"You're doing a great job, honey. Keep going."

And keep going you did, until you felt her thighs closing in your head, shaking as you flicked your tongue on her clit and your fingers curled inside her.

Agatha knotted her hand in your hair as she brought your head impossibly closer to grind on your face, shuddering in sensitivity as she came down from her high.

A victorious smile crept up your lips as you watched her yawn. "What are you so smug about?" she asked.

"Hmm. Nothing."

You slowly moved up to straddle her lap, arms looping around her neck as you leaned in to kiss her. You made out lazily on the couch, the tv still playing in the background. She pulled away to yawn, and she chuckled as you did the same.

Agatha gave you one last (deep) kiss before gently steering both your bodies to lie on the couch, arms and legs tangled together.

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[redvelvetnat]

REQUEST GUIDELINES

one shots : closed to all requests.

blurbs/drabbles : open to smut requests only.

CHARACTERS

most popular : natasha romanoff, wanda maximoff, carol danvers, kate bishop

other characters : agatha harkness, sharon carter, maria hill, yelena belova (sexual content may be rejected), monica rambeau

CHARACTER COMBINATIONS (x reader)

— restrictions : more than 3 characters + reader

wanda + natasha, carol, or agatha

natasha + wanda, carol, sharon, or maria hill

carol + natasha, wanda

— special combinations : marc spector + layla el-faouly, natasha + bucky barnes

WHAT YOU CAN REQUEST

— genres : smut, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort

fem!character, top!character x fem!reader, bottom!reader

the completion of wips (wips can be found on masterlists)

— smut : daddy kink, strap-on use, choking, spitting, dirty talk (praise + degredation + pet names), double penetration, semi!public/public sex, masturbation, knife kink

if you're not sure, just ask!

WHAT YOU CAN NOT REQUEST

male!charcter or reader, top!reader, bottom!character

charcter x character (platonic or romantic), real person fic

homophobia, transphobia, or other offensive content

reader or characters under 18 years of age

pregnancy or pregnancy related content (breeding kink not included)

mental health or eating disorder related content

— smut : noncon, incest, pedophilia, g!p, toilet play

— susceptible to change : pet play, mdlg, dark and soft!dark content

[carnagewidow]

19 | she/her !! | lesbian. men dni. | i reblog and make 18+ content so minors dni.

i mostly read wanda and nat fics, yes -- i write for myself most of the time but im looking forward to writing n posting my stuff!! So pls send requests or ideas, i write basically everything (not good with smut but i deff can try)

☆ chrs i write :

wanda maximoff, natasha romanoff, agatha harkness, elizabeth olsen, scarlett johansson, kathryn hahn, elizabeth olsen characters and scarlett johansson characters, such as; leigh shaw, therese; lucy, rosie, etc.

☆ what i write (character x fem!reader) :

fluff, angst, smut, dark fics, kinks, dubcon, noncon, legal age gap, etc

☆ what i dont write :

male characters or male reader, bdsm, explicit depictions of self harm and gore, incest, beastiality, etc