#this was also supposed to be soft!dark!agatha but uh

[our-blood-is-our-ink]

make me behave//like an animal

Ship: Agatha Harkness x Reader

Summary: Agatha comes home after a long day, looking for a release.

Word Count: 7.3k

Disclaimer: 18+ ONLY minors dni

Warnings (not in order): smut, a little fluff, degradation, praise, choking, spanking, magical strap-on use, heavy use of pet names (bunny, little one, little love, etc.), heavy use of slut/whore, spitting, collars, vibrating butt plug, unrealistic fisting, mommy kink, mistress kink, pet play, bondage, mouth fucking, oral sex (Agatha receiving)

Agatha comes home in a dark mood, her anger and frustration immediately alerting you that something is wrong.

“Long day?” You ask from the kitchen counter, where you’re preparing a cup of tea.

“You don't even know the half of it.” Agatha mutters darkly.

You pick up the teabag by its string and shake it gently to get off the excess liquid before tossing it into the garbage.

“Is there any way I can help?” You ask, well knowing what you’re offering.

Agatha sweeps her eyes over you, her face still stormy. “Strip.” She commands.

You bite your lip as you slowly set down the mug you had been about to take a sip from, bringing your hands to the hem of your shirt.

“Now, slut.”

You sharply inhale at the name as you pull your shirt off, dropping it to the floor as you quickly unbutton your pants.

Evidently, it isn't fast enough for Agatha, because her hand finds its way around your throat.

“You can't even follow simple instructions, can you?” She demands.

The lack of oxygen is making your head spin in an entirely pleasant way and you can't help the moan that makes its way out of you.

“Look at you, such a dumb little whore. I should have known better than to ask so much of you.” Agatha tsks, her unoccupied hand snaking its way behind your back in order to unclasp your bra.

“Atha.” You whine.

You realize your mistake as soon as Agatha's face darkens.

“What did you just call me?” Her voice is dangerously low and it sends a throb of arousal straight through you.

She clearly wants an answer as she steps back, allowing you to breathe properly.

“I’m sorry.” You whimper. “I'm sorry mommy. I didn't mean to.”

It's not the answer she's looking for.

“I think you did.” She says, tight anger lacing her voice. “And here I thought you wanted to be my good girl.”

“I do! I promise! I'm your good girl, mommy!” You cry out, desperate to avoid whatever punishment she has decided is fitting.

Agatha slowly shakes her head, her eyes focused on you.

“No, no! Please, mommy! I just want to make you feel good, I just want to be your good girl! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. I swear!”

“That's all you want? To make your mommy feel good?” She inquires softly, her face unreadable.

You nod eagerly.

“Very well. But not in here.” Agatha decides, and you can't help the sense of relief that floods through you. “We'll do this on the couch.”

You move to follow her when she turns around and raises an eyebrow.

“Is that how good pets are supposed to walk?”

Realizing you've made yet another mistake in your eagerness to please, you violently shake your head and drop to your knees.

There's a moment of stillness before Agatha snaps.

“Well? You don't seem so desperate to apologize as you were just a few seconds ago.”

Your eyes are cast downwards, and you swallow hard.

“I forgot.”

“You forgot to say you're sorry?” Agatha asks, eyebrow raised.

“No. I forgot that good pets crawl.” Your voice is barely above a whisper, and you can feel yourself on the verge of tears. “Sorry isn't enough.”

There's a pause, and then you let out a yell when Agatha's fingers harshly twist into your hair, yanking your head viciously upwards.

“You're right.” She hisses. “Sorry isn't enough.”

Her other hand comes up to your face, the palm of it coming to rest right below your chin as her fingers squeeze your cheeks in a painful manner.

“Stick out your tongue.”

You comply, and you watch with wide eyes and growing arousal as Agatha spits onto it.

You can feel it, an almost burning sensation where it rests on your tongue.

“Keep it there.” Agatha orders as she detangles her fingers from your hair and drops her hold of your face.

She flicks a hand and you shiver at how you're suddenly fully exposed to the cool house air. 

You watch as she walks around you, and you can't help the whimper that finds its way out from you as you hear ceramic and granite clink against each other.

Agatha's drinking the tea you've made, and knowing her, she'll purposely take a good long while.

Which means you'll have to stay here, kneeling on the hard kitchen tiles, entirely naked with your tongue sticking out for who knows how long.

You feel a shot of fear go through you when you realize it's a distinct possibility that by the time Agatha decides she's finished, the spit that's soaking your tongue will have dried out.

You must've let out another whimper, because the next thing you know, Agatha's boots are filling the space of floor you had been staring at.

“Is something wrong?”

Her tone is cold, and you feel a shiver go down your spine as you realize she's setting you up to fail. She wants to punish you.

She doesn't care if you're trying to be her good girl, because it simply won't be enough. Not at this moment. Not when she's looking to take her frustrations out on you in a way you hadn't anticipated when you offered to help her relieve some steam.

You look up to meet her eyes, noting how wide her pupils are blown.

You make a decision.

You swallow her spit.

You can see the way Agatha stills, can sense that you've surprised her with your sudden bratty behavior.

It's very rare that you act up like this.

“I want you to think very carefully.” Though Agatha's tone hasn't shifted, her voice sounds rougher. “You have one chance, one opportunity to apologize, to make this up to me.”

“And if I don't?” You defiantly ask.

“Stand up.” Agatha softly commands, a dangerous edge to her words.

You stand.

“Turn around and bend over the counter.”

You open your mouth to ask if perhaps she'd like to do that for you instead, when you’re suddenly reeling backward, your head ringing from the force of her slap.

“Counter. Bend over. Now.” Agatha bites out.

You comply, shivering as your nipples and chest is pressed against the cool surface of the counter.

“I come home from an awful day.” Her voice fills up the kitchen, anger dripping from every word. “And you offer to make it better.”

You let out a gasp when her hand smacks your ass hard.

“But instead, what do you choose to do?”

Another angry smack.

“You choose to be a fucking brat.”

You let out a cry when she directly slaps your throbbing cunt, your knees buckling slightly from the force of it, pain mixing with pleasure.

“Spread your legs.”

When it takes a second too long for you to understand what Agatha is saying through the fog that is steadily seeping into your mind, she roughly does it for you, harshly digging her nails into the soft skin of your thighs in order to do so.

“Look at how wet you are, getting off on being such a bad girl, being disrespectful, and disobeying mommy.”

A moan catches itself halfway out your mouth as Agatha brutally shoves two fingers into you, pumping them in and out harshly once, twice, three, four times before stilling them while they're buried deep into your dripping hole.

“Squeeze.”

You don't even realize you're obeying her instruction as you do so, your mind growing fuzzier and fuzzier.

You let out a pained gasp when Agatha pulls her fingers out, your pussy still clenched hard around them.

You hear Agatha hum, causing you to whimper, knowing she must be sucking your essence off of her fingers.

“You taste so fucking good. It's a pity you chose to misbehave, I would have loved to bury my tongue in that tight little cunt of yours.” Agatha comments.

You inhale sharply at the thought, starting to regret your bratty antics.

“Yes, you should have thought twice before acting up, but evidently it was too much to expect such a dumb little thing like yourself to know better.” Agatha says, having heard you take in a breath. “Clearly, you can't be trusted to even think for yourself, you're obviously too much of a stupid slut to be.”

A soft whine leaves you as you can feel Agatha's presence invade your headspace, furthering the fuzziness that had started to cloud your thoughts.

“There, isn't that better?” Agatha asks. “Letting mommy do all the thinking for you?”

You nod as you feel your eyes glazing over, struggling to grasp at words that now float on the edge of your consciousness.

“I need to hear you say it, bunny.” Agatha chides, her tone dangerously soft.

Arousal at the sound of her voice throbs through you.

“Y-yes.” Your voice hitches, it's a struggle to get out the single word and you shiver as you feel Agatha's fingers dance across your backside. 

“Yes, what slut?”

You whine. Words are far too difficult to wrangle even within your own head right now, and Agatha knows that, she's the reason for it.

“Yes, what slut?”

She sharply smacks you again, and it leaves you feeling even more lightheaded and dizzy.

“Yes mommy, it's much better when you do the thinking for me.” You somehow manage to gasp out.

“That's what I thought. Dumb whore.”

Agatha's hand returns to your backside, this time to gently rub at the irritated skin.

You press your head further into your arms that are still folded against the countertop.

“Please punish me.” You beg, unable to take the way Agatha is causing your guilt for disobeying to skyrocket. “I just want to be your good girl again.”

Agatha stills her hand against you.

“Say that again.” She orders.

“Please, please mommy.” You feel something wet against your arms and realize you've started crying. “Please punish me. I want to be punished, I need to be punished so I can be your good girl again. I wanna be your good girl, wanna make mommy proud and feel good.” You babble, words that had just been so hard moments ago now freely flowing as you admit to needing correcting, longing for it even. You hate it when your mommy is upset at you. “Just wanna be good.” You sob.

“Oh, bunny.” Agatha sighs. “You are good, but sometimes you do bad things, and then mommy has to punish you so you know better. You have to make things up to me, otherwise, how will I know if you're sorry? That you'll stay good? Mommy doesn't like making her little bunny cry, but sometimes you don't leave her a choice.” Gentle arms tug at you, bringing you up from where you're bent over the counter and turning you around.

You stumble into Agatha's front, hands covering your face as you quietly cry into her.

“I'm sorry, I don't mean to.”

“Usually I'd be inclined to believe that.” Agatha says as she soothes a hand over your back. “But that wasn't the case just now, was it now, little one?”

You shake your head against her.

Agatha sighs as her hand moves up to gently card at your hair.

“I suppose you can't be fully to blame. It was unfair of me to come in and take my anger and frustration out on you, when it's not you who I'm displeased with.”

“Just wanted to make you feel better.” You agree, your tears slowly drying up as Agatha presses a soft kiss against the top of your head.

“How about I make it up to you? Hm? A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for mommy to make you feel good after acting up, what do you say my love?”

Agatha's offer draws your attention back to just how turned on you are, how wetness practically drips from your aching, empty cunt, and a sudden longing to be filled by your mommy floods you.

“Please make me feel good. I'm sorry for disobeying mommy.” You plead, pulling back just enough to be able to meet her eyes.

Agatha's hand is gentle as it comes up to cradle your cheek, her thumb swiping at a stray tear. “I know you are, bunny.”

You turn your head in order to nuzzle Agatha's palm and press a soft kiss into it.

“I'm sorry I couldn't help make you feel better the way you wanted.” You whisper.

Out of the corner of your eye you see the way Agatha's face suddenly turns guilty. “That’s not something to be sorry for little love.” She says. “I never want to feel better about something as a result of treating you poorly.”

You look at her, blinking. “I would have safe worded if I really thought I couldn't take it.”

Agatha stares at you.

“I would've.” You mumble.

“Would you?” Her voice is small, and it's such a drastic change to how she sounded mere moments ago.

You nod. “I… Probably enjoyed the way you were treating me a little too much.” You can feel your cheeks flush. “I guess it's just… Overwhelming. You haven't- I haven't-” You take a deep breath, steadying yourself. Your mind still feels fuzzy around the edges, the lure of subspace strong. “We haven't exactly done something like this before.”

“Oh.” Agatha's eyes are slightly rounded, shocked. “What about it did you like?”

If your cheeks weren't red before, they definitely were now.

“It was the… It's the disregard.” You bury your face back into Agatha's front, this time from embarrassment.

“Disregard?”

“I like being used.” You clarify. “Wanna just be your fuck toy.”

Agatha sucks in a breath, causing her chest to heave against you as she releases it.

“Mommy likes that?” You ask as the sensations of subspace come flooding back, giving in to the desire to be in that floaty headspace, pulling back once more so you can look at your partner.

“Mommy likes that very much.” Agatha rasps, a dark gleam in her eye. 

You shiver.

“Please use me mommy.” You beg. “Just wanna be a good fuck toy for you. Just another plaything to use.”

“That's a big word for my little bunny.” Agatha notes.

You blink at her. “Mommy uses that word all the time.”

And Agatha throws back her head and laughs at that, the last of the tension between the two of you draining away.

“So I do, little one. Come, let's get you all comfortable so mommy can use you.” She gestures for you to move back, but you remember earlier and give her a big smile as you drop to your knees in order to get on all fours, wiggling your ass a little, proud of yourself for remembering how to be a good pet.

“Someone's missing her cute little tail in her cute little hole.” Agatha says with a soft smile.

You can feel yourself clench around air at the statement, can practically feel the exact plug your mommy is describing, how it fills you up so well, how good it feels when she also fills up your other hole with one of her strap-ons.

You gently bump your nose against her leg. “Can I please wear it?”

Agatha looks down at you for a few long moments before nodding. “Yes, I think you can. You also may wear it.”

You're too happy at the prospect of your request being granted to be annoyed about Agatha correcting your grammar.

“Thank you, mommy! You're the best.” You declare.

Something flickers in her eyes, her soft smile briefly disappearing before returning to her face. “Only the best for mommy's good little bunny.”

You beam up at her, and she melts, just a little bit.

“Let's get to our bed, hm? I bet you're just dripping at the thought of mommy using you little one.”

You whine in agreement, following Agatha like the good pet she's come to expect.

“First,” she says once you're sitting on your knees on the bed. “I think you're missing something around that pretty neck of yours.”

You're overcome by a wave of lightheadedness as Agatha dangles your collar from her fingertips.

It's a pretty purple and black thing, a gold front piece that hangs the tag that reads Property of Agatha Harkness on it, where your mommy will sometimes clip a leash to.

You hold still as Agatha puts it on you, tapping at her arm when she attempts to close it one hole too tight.

“Is this better?” Her breath ghosts the shell of your ear, causing you to shiver.

“Yes mommy, much.”

Agatha hooks two fingers under it and tugs experimentally, jerking your head back slightly in the process.

“Alright bunny, be a good little pet for mommy and lay on your tummy so we can get that tail of yours into you.”

You eagerly comply, slightly pushing your ass into the air, as if to tempt Agatha to do more than insert a plug into you.

“Greedy little thing, aren't you.” Agatha comments as you hear the snap of a bottle cap being opened.

“Only for you, mommy.” You reply seriously.

Agatha laughs softly. “Only for me? Are you all mine then?”

Her fingers suddenly are on you, teasing your hole, the liquid on her fingers causing you to flinch a little from how cold it is.

“Mhm.” You hum, struggling once more to find your words. “All mommy's.”

You bite your lip as you feel her fingers retract, holding back the whine that threatened to come out at the loss.

Agatha pushes the plug into you.

Your mouth falls open as you moan loudly while she holds it at the biggest part, stretching you out, a pleasurable burn sweeping through you.

“You look so cute like this bunny, your littlest hole being all stretched out for mommy's amusement. Maybe instead of plugging your greedy hole up, I should fuck it instead, hm?”

You aren't certain what noise you make, just aware that you're suddenly being flipped over with Agatha's blazing eyes meeting yours as you feel the plug sink all the way into you.

You don't think when she presses three of her fingers against your mouth, gladly taking them in, licking and sucking at the blackened digits.

And then she thrusts them, hitting the back of your throat, and it causes you to convulse around them, making you gag hard.

Your hands come up, attempting to wrap around Agatha's wrist and force it back, but she only laughs, a dark sound, as she flicks her unoccupied hand, forcing your own to jump at her accord above your head, bound in purple light.

“Awww… Pretty baby only wants to be used when it's her pretty pussy getting stuffed?” Agatha mocks you patronizingly, fake pouting as you struggle to take in oxygen.

You can feel your eyes tearing as she continues to pull back just enough to give you slight relief before thrusting them in deeper again.

“Too bad little one, you're going to take whatever I give you. Stupid slut didn't think that this would be about her pleasure, did she? When she offered to help her mommy out? Silly bunny. I thought you wanted to be my plaything.”

You somehow manage to whine around the digits that are still gagging you, your eyes rolling into the back of your head and it's like flicking a switch inside of Agatha, she immediately starts thrusting more viciously into your mouth.

You're dizzy from lack of oxygen, and your thoughts have long turned into the same incoherent sounds your mouth is making.

You lose track of the time you lay there on the bed, mouth stretched wide around Agatha's fingers, lost in a haze as degrading praise falls from her lips, utterly focused on the way her digits feel, thrusting in and out, in and out. You begin to get lost in its steady, if fast pace rhythm, head entirely empty as your thoughts are swallowed into the fog of sensations before you could even be aware of trying to think them.

You don't even notice at first when she finally pulls her fingers all the way out of your mouth, aren't even conscious about how loudly you're whining, begging for her to shove them back into you.

“You're so pretty like this.” Agatha says, slipping off the bed. You lazily track her across the room as you pant, only just now realizing that this entire time Agatha was still fully dressed as she unlaces her boots and pulls her shirt off. “So fucked out from mommy only using your mouth, so desperate for anything I'll give you. I'll bet you’re so focused on mommy's fingers you've completely forgotten about that little tail of yours, haven't you?”

Agatha flicks a hand.

The plug buried deep in your ass suddenly starts vibrating, causing your eyes to screw shut as you let out a series of loud moans. You start bucking your hips upwards, attempting to hump the air, chasing friction that you know won't be granted to you.

“Keep that slutty mouth open for me.” Agatha's voice cuts through the intense fog of nothingness that clouds your mind. Not even thinking, you obey, and moan when wet fabric meets your tongue.

“You like tasting how wet you make mommy, I know. You're going to be a good little pet and keep that there until your mistress says otherwise.”

The word mistress echoes around your head. Agatha rarely uses the term, vastly preferring her usual title of mommy, unless making a point, normally one of ownership.

She owns you entirely, a fact you sometimes forget and you feel lucky she takes the effort to remind you.

You force your eyes open, wanting to convey you understood what Agatha was telling you, and are met by the mouthwatering temptation her body is.

“Does my slutty little bunny want to touch her mommy?” Agatha coos, condescending as she sees the way your eyes roam over her.

You whimper, knowing that you won't be allowed, no matter how badly you wish to make your mommy scream your name as she allows you to bring her to ecstasy.

“You know, mommy isn't always mean.” Agatha fake pouts, mocking. “I'll let you touch.”

A thrill of excitement goes through you before it's immediately overtaken by desperation as purple magic glows around your lower body, fading away to reveal a strap-on, thick and dark blue.

“What's the matter, I thought you were my cockwhore?” Agatha teases, purposely misusing the term. “Don't you want to feel it as mommy stretches herself around you, bouncing on your pretty dick?”

You moan around the wet panties that are in your mouth, your hips bucking.

“I'll take that as a yes.” Agatha grins wickedly as she forces your body to stay still, strong hands gripping your thighs as she moves to straddle you. “Maybe if you make me cum, I'll consider taking that gag out of your mouth and riding your face.”

There's a brief moment of silence before you groan in unison with Agatha as she slowly sinks down onto your length, her magic enabling you to feel how warm and tight she is around you.

It isn't very difficult to admit how beautiful your mommy looks with her pussy stretched around you, head thrown back as she attempts to breathe through the initial sensation of being so full, the exposed column of her throat so cruelly tempting.

You feel your eyes roll around in your head, and your hips, having been freed of Agatha's grip, buck upwards into her, causing her to moan loudly as the rest of the synthetic cock is forced into her.

“Be a good girl and stay still, you fucking slut.” Agatha breathlessly orders, a hand coming to wrap its way around your throat, pressing your collar forcefully against your neck in the process.

And you do try so very hard to listen, but the utterly overwhelming pleasure that shoots through you as Agatha steadily starts bouncing up and down on you makes it impossible to not squirm or move in some capacity. You're not thinking, not anymore, not with this entirely pleasurable fog filling your head. You move on instinct, carnal desire and pleasure overtaking everything else, so much so that you don't even think twice about how vigorously Agatha starts to match your rhythm as you thrust upwards into her, lost to the sensations flooding your body. It feels beyond good the way utter pleasure pulses through you, how warm and tight and stimulating Agatha's dripping cunt feels wrapped around you, how it starts to clench as she nears orgasm, and your entire body tries to leave the ground, your back arching almost painfully upwards, thrusting your hips harshly and suddenly as your head remains thrown back in ecstasy, eyes screwed shut. You're right there, right on the verge, can feel how release is just another second away and Agatha moves back up in order to slam back down onto you when–

Your eyes fly open, a loud noise of protest leaving you as you watch Agatha purposefully stills, slowly sinking back down in order to deny you orgasm, her eyes slightly glazed over as her chest heaves so temptingly as she catches her breath.

What takes away yours is the smirk that stretches across her face, somehow managing to look condescending even when Agatha looks entirely blissed out.

“Awww…” She coos a bit breathlessly as she reaches a hand out to remove her panties that she had stuffed into your mouth. “Is my little bunny upset that mommy helped her not to cum without permission? Silly girl, if you had only controlled yourself mommy would have came herself and rewarded you for helping her. Instead she now has to punish you.”

You whine, but it's not out of fear, not when Agatha is looking at you with that fond look in her eyes.

“Thank you, mommy.” Your voice is hoarse, and you swear you can see how Agatha's blue, blue eyes darken as her pupils dilate significantly.

“You're not really a bad girl, are you? Just a sweet thing that's sometimes too dumb not to break a few rules.” Agatha says.

“I'm a good girl.” You agree.

“Well, since you're my good girl, I suppose I can give you a choice of punishment.” Agatha smiles, a sharp thing that tells you there's little choice in the decision she's going to allow you to make, how she's thinking of the pleasure she'll receive from punishing you. “I can edge you until you pass out.” She leans down, so her lips gently brush against your ear. “Or I can turn you over my lap and spank you until you've dripped a puddle onto the floor.”

You shiver at how soft and low her voice is, gently closing your eyes as you try to think, a task more difficult than it should be. 

A few brief moments of silence pass before you give up and impulsively blurt out, “spanking. I want to be spanked please, mommy.”

“That wasn't so hard to pick, now was it, my cute little slut?” Agatha purrs, making your head swirl with how lightheaded her tone makes you feel.

She moves, shifting herself off of you and sitting at the edge of the bed, flicking her hand to release you of the magical bonds that kept your hands above your head.

“Come here and lay across mommy's lap.” She orders.

You carefully shuffle yourself to her, doing as instructed so that your bottom half is draped across her.

Agatha gently tugs on the plug still buried deep in your ass, and in doing so causes you to realize that at some point she had turned it off.

“What do you think, bunny? Should I keep this cute tail of yours in you, or would you rather it come out for your punishment?” Agatha teases, tugging at it with more strength before letting it sink back in.

You whimper. “Keep it in, mommy. Please. Feels good.”

She hums in response. “Ready for mommy to start?”

You nod your head, heart starting to race in anticipation of the first blow.

“Count for me.” Is all the warning you get before Agatha smacks your ass, hard.

“One.” You gasp out, the stinging pain flowing through you. “Thank you, mommy.”

Agatha doesn't bother to soothe over the afflicted area, barely waiting a few seconds between your words and the next blow.

“Two.” Your voice catches. “T-thank you, mommy.” You wonder how long it'll take before you're a moaning, squirming mess, given how hard Agatha is hitting you.

“I wish I didn't have to punish you so often, slut.” Agatha comments between the sounds of your counting and thanking her as she rains the blows down. “As much as mommy likes seeing you a crying, begging mess, she'd much rather have you on your knees serving her like a good little pet.”

You whimper at her words, and she continues to spank you roughly.

It goes on like that for a bit, her smacking you and you thanking her as you count when you suddenly let out a small scream when she spanks you particularly hard unexpectedly.

“Aren't you going to thank me?” Her voice is hard, angry at your silence as you brace yourself for the next hit.

“T-twen-twenty.” You force yourself to say. “Than-thank you.”

“Thank you, who, brat?” Agatha hisses.

“Tha-thank you, mom-mommy.” You start crying, a release of emotion that you hadn't been aware of welling up and overflowing. “Thank-thank you for correcting your st-stupid sl-slutty bunny.”

“I'd call you a good girl if you weren't currently being punished for being so bad.” Agatha says, and you cry some more at that.

“I'm sorry mommy for being bad, I'm sorry for being a bad bratty bunny trying to cum without permission, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.”

You let out a little louder scream than the last when Agatha's hand sharply meets the sensitive flesh of your backside.

“Twe-twenty-one.” You're sobbing now, tears streaming down your cheeks earnestly. “Thank yo-you, mommy.”

Agatha doesn't acknowledge your words this time, simply opting to continue in your punishment.

You lose track of what you're saying at some point around the thirty-fourth spank, pleasure starting to outweigh the pain, causing you to feel utterly alight.

Moans mix with your sobs, and eventually Agatha must have decided she's abused your ass enough because she then smacks your aching cunt directly.

You scream.

It's the exact friction your body has been craving and you cum all over your mommy's lap, can hear how your essence drips down and splashes against the hardwood flooring.

And yet still, you count, uttering thanks to Agatha for taking the time to make sure you know how to be nothing but a good pet for her, and she groans, loudly and full of lust.

“Oh little one, you have no idea how beautiful you are like this.” She says as you rut against thin air, squirming in her lap as the last of the aftershocks pass through you. “Such a good girl for remembering to count like that, to tell mommy how thankful you are.”

You're still seeing stars in your vision, your head entirely floating on cloud nine, full of fluff and air as you ask, “mommy won't punish her toy for cumming without permission?”

You can feel how Agatha shifts a little beneath you at the question, can feel the way the muscles flex as she arches her head back and then forward again. 

“No, little one, not right now. Mommy just wants her pretty toy to eat her out like the good pet she knows you are.” Her voice is slightly strained, and you realize that Agatha is more affected from watching you cum from being spanked than you thought.

You can hear how heavily she's breathing as she waits, giving you a little time to regain control of your limbs as a wave of tired content crashes over you.

“‘M ready now.” You mumble, forcing your eyes open as you slip off of Agatha's lap, wincing as you kneel, your heels digging into your sore backside. The wetness against your knees from the puddle of cum you ignore, looking up at Agatha pleadingly. “Wanna make mistress feel good.” You let slip Agatha's rarely used title, longing to feel owned entirely as you gaze up at her prettily flushed face, her eyes nearly all black from how aroused she is, lips parted slightly as she gazes down at you.

“Mommy owns you, doesn't she? You're just a plaything all for my use.” Her voice is low, and it causes your pussy to throb. “Mistress loves using her cute little toy however she wishes, how lucky I am that I have such a willing one, so easy to break in.”

“Please mistress, let me be a good girl for you.” You beg, gently laying a hand on each thigh. “I want to make you feel good.”

Agatha's lips turn upwards in an indulging smile as she slowly spreads her legs, exposing her soaked center.

“That shouldn't be too hard, little one. Look at how wet you've made your mommy already.”

Your mouth waters at the sight, a breathless moan leaving you as you fixate on Agatha's dripping cunt.

“Go on, bunny. I can see how much you want to.” Agatha encourages, a hand tangling in your hair, guiding you forward.

You don't need further invitation than that, eagerly diving in, pressing your nose flush against her clit as you delve your tongue deep into her, not bothering to be gentle about it.

Agatha jerks forward when you do, a loud whimper leaving her as you eat her out.

“Fuck- right there, right ther- don't stop.”

Your hands prevent her thighs from closing in, you can feel the way they strain against your hold, which only encourages you more, determined to hear Agatha make all of the prettiest sounds you've ever heard.

If you could live the rest of your life like this, situated between Agatha's thighs and drinking in the very taste of her, you would. It's an enticing thought, to imagine bringing her constant pleasure, to make her pull at your hair and buck her hips further into your mouth while breathless noises spill out from within her.

It doesn't take long for Agatha to cum, her legs closing around you, and you happily suffocate as you continue to lick and suck at her now sopping wet pussy, easily pushing her over the edge a second time, not giving her a moment to recover from the first. Her hand remains tangled in your hair, keeping you in place as she uses your face to ride out the aftershocks, moaning as she does so.

“Mommy.” You whisper against her. “I want to make you cum again.”

She doesn't hear it, not with how quietly you expressed your desire, not with how your words are muffled against her, but you can hear the whimper she lets out as the vibration of your voice makes her clit throb.

You take it as permission, gently taking the little bud between your lips and sucking, flicking your tongue every so often against it.

Agatha nearly screams as a third wave crashes over her, you can hear it in her loud inhale, how there's a moment of loud sound before her body shakes and goes rigid, and you can't help but feel pleased with yourself that you've managed to make her cum so hard, even as she violently jerks your head away from her, her grip on your hair becoming painful enough your eyes can't help but water.

“Did I do good?” You ask once you see Agatha's somewhat caught her breath, though her chest still heaves so invitingly.

“You did very good, bunny.” Her voice is rough and slightly breathless, her eyes still closed as she wills for her limbs to stop shaking. “Such a good girl.”

Her hand loosens from its place tangled in your hair which allows you to rest your head on her thigh, getting the wetness that coats the bottom half of your face onto her skin.

“You're making a mess.” Humor colors Agatha's tone, and you smile up at her.

“I can always clean it.”

A hand comes down to tenderly play with your hair, and you sigh contently, closing your eyes and focusing on the sensation.

You stay like that for a while, gently breathing as you focus on matching your breaths with Agatha's, who starts softly humming.

“Mommy?” You ask after some time. “Can you make me cum again?”

The humming stops, and her hand stills against your head. “I really should punish you for earlier…”

You stay quiet, hoping Agatha will decide to be nice.

“How about this, little one. Mommy will start on a bath for us, and you'll have the time while it's filling up to get off on her fingers.”

Your head shoots up at the offer. “Yes, please!”

Agatha smiles indulging at you. “Alright then bunny. Get onto the bed and wait, I'll be right back.”

You go to do as she instructs, when she stops you by putting a hand on your arm, giving you a quick kiss against your forehead before standing up herself.

“One minute.” She promises.

You settle comfortably against the pillows as you hear the thundering sound of the tub being turned on.

You close your eyes and allow your hands to wander while you wait, cupping your tits before teasing your nipples, light whimpers falling from your mouth as you make yourself all sensitive, your pussy starting to throb with an aching need as you rekindle the burning arousal that had cooled to embers.

“Fuck, mommy. I need you.” You pant, spreading your legs wide open as you imagine her filling you up. “Need you inside me so bad.”

“Oh, you need me, huh?”

At the sound of Agatha's voice, you smile and open your eyes.

“I'd hate to not meet your needs, bunny.” She hovers over you, a hand coming up to caress your cheek.

“Please.” You whine. “I'm so empty and wet.”

Her lips find yours, and for a moment you lose yourself in the kiss, slow and sensual, before Agatha pulls back.

“Spread your legs back open. Be a good little whore for me.” 

You obey, arousal continuing to leak from your dripping hole as you watch her trail her fingers down toward your soaking cunt.

“Oh fuck.” You breathlessly gasp when your mommy stuffs three fingers into you without warning, the slick feeling accompanying it telling you that she had covered them in lube.

“Look at this greedy pussy.” Agatha mocks. “So desperate for me it'll take whatever I'll give it.”

You moan in agreement. “Feel so good. So, so good mommy. Wanna feel like this all the time, wanna be a messy slut for you.”

“You want to be a messy slut for me? I think we can arrange for that.” Agatha's voice is pitched low with her own arousal, and her eyes have a dark gleam in them you miss entirely as you lose yourself to the pleasure overtaking you.

“Mommy!” You cry out when she suddenly adds a fourth finger. “Too much!”

“Aw, I'm sure my precious whore can take another finger. Don't you just love the idea of mommy's entire hand being inside of you? So full of her that you can't do anything but take it?”

You snap your legs open when she harshly smacks a thigh for them daring to try to close. 

“Answer me, bunny.”

“Yes! Yes, I'm your whore mommy, just a slutty plaything to use. Want your hand, please, please. Gonna cum from it, gonna cum so good.” You babble as you buck your hips, hands reaching for something to grasp, finding the bed sheets as the closest option.

“Good girl.” Agatha purrs, and your brain stutters to a halt when she does just as promised, maneuvering her fingers so she can slip the final blackened digit inside of you.

“Oh bunny, you look so pretty.” Agatha breathes out.

A strangled sound leaves you as your eyes roll in the back of your head.

“I can feel how close you are. Mommy can tell you just need a little push.”

You don't have time to wonder what Agatha is planning as you convulse the moment the vibrator in your littlest hole turns on, a white-hot wave of ecstasy crashing down on you, causing a ringing in your ears and spots of black to dance in your vision.

Everything goes fuzzy, pure static filling your brain as you buck and writhe, riding out what is one of the most intense orgasms you have ever experienced.

“-UCK! AGATHA!”

It takes you a second to realize that it's your hoarse voice that fills the air, that it's you who's screaming her name.

“Fuck, love.” Agatha's own voice sounds hoarse and utterly awe-struck. “You’re so pretty like this, I was right. God, you look absolutely irresistible coming undone around my hand. Shit, baby.”

You're too out of it to really process what she's saying, but not too out of it to try to protest when she carefully, carefully removes her hand from in you, the tail plug still vibrating.

“I know, bunny. Give mommy three seconds.”

You whimper as you see through your blurry vision Agatha getting up, leaving you panting on the bed.

The sudden quiet causes you to remember the bath that Agatha had left running.

You can see the vague outline of her returning, and a soft kiss presses itself against your sweaty temple.

“I'm going to have to take out your tail now, love.” She softly says. “Can you be a good girl for me and turn onto your tummy?”

“Feel like jello.” You complain.

“Even jello can flop around.”

You groan, but summon up the last scraps of your willpower to listen, rolling over so that your face is now buried into the pillows.

There's a still silence that falls over the room when Agatha turns the vibrator off, and you moan, oversensitive, when she slowly and gently pulls it out of you.

“If I thought you could handle it, I'd be fucking your little greedy hole right now.” Agatha comments.

“Maybe tomorrow.” You mumble into the pillows. “Just wanna cuddle with you now.”

“I think that's a good idea, dear.” She agrees. “Flip over onto your back again.”

You huff, but the absence of the tail plug makes you feel a little less jello-y, and you find it easier to obey.

“There's my pretty girl.” Agatha's face lights up, and you offer a sleepy smile back.

“You gonna carry me now?”

“I am, angel. Just let me-” She slips off the bed, before using her magic to pull you into her arms. “There. Here we go.”

You wrap your arms around her neck and nuzzle the point where it meets her shoulder.

“Did I help with the long day?” You ask, recalling how you ended up here.

“More than. I'm so lucky to have such a wonderful bunny like you.” She answers.

“I'm lucky to have a mommy like you.” You reply. “The best mommy.”

“I suppose it's only right, because you're the best bunny.” Agatha says, the softest smile you have ever seen gracing her features.

“And I'm all yours.” You insist as Agatha lays the both of you down in the tub, eyes fluttering close at the warmth of the water and the heat of her skin.

“And you're all mine.” She softly agrees.

As you drift off to the soothing rhythm of her heartbeat, you hear her whisper against you, “I love you, my darling. I love you more than you could ever know.”

[storiesbybea]

Toil and Trouble (wlw Wandavision smut)

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Agatha Harkness

Words: 2.4k

Warnings: Smut (oral sex, fingering, kissing) & possible Wandavision spoilers (if you haven’t gotten past s1 ep6)

Summary: After Agatha’s secret witch lair collapses on them, Wanda tries to use mind control to convince her they are friends who need to work together to escape. But when Wanda accidentally triggers the wrong hormone in her brain, Agatha thinks they are a little more than friends.

A/N: I know it sounds sketchy with mind control elements, but everything in this is completely consensual! This is my first fanfiction - but not my first erotica ;)

Agatha finally had Wanda Maximoff exactly where she wanted her - tied up in her secret witch’s lair. She had been preparing for this moment for weeks: collecting the fake screams of Wanda’s children to lure her down here, casting the sound-proofing spell Wanda had activated by crossing the threshold, and preparing the runes that prevented Wanda from accessing her magic. All meticulously planned with no way of going wrong. 

“Just admit it, Wanda. I got you this time.”

Wanda spit a stray piece of hair out of her mouth and stared daggers into Agatha. 

“Never.”

“I was hoping you would say that.” Agatha cackled as dark magic collected around her hands. She waved her hands, pulled Wanda’s hands behind her back and magically restrained her. Wanda let out a cry. “Scream as much as you want,” Agatha said, “no one is going to hear you.”

“Just give me back my children,” Wanda said through gritted teeth. Agatha cackled again, louder this time. 

“Your kids aren’t here, Wanda. I collected those screams a week ago.”

“Then where are they?” 

“How should I know? I thought mothers were supposed to keep track of their children. You’re not a very good mom, are you?” 

Wanda thrashed against her restraints and shouted obscenities at Agatha, who merely smiled. 

“Someone’s a little sensitive towards other people’s perceptions of their parenting style,” Agatha quipped, “Let me help with that.” She flicked her wrist and threw Wanda against the wall. Wanda cried out in pain, then was violently dropped to the ground.

“Bet you regret mind-controlling a town with a witch like me in it, don’t you?”

Wanda regained her composure and looked directly at her captor. “My only regret is not changing your hair while you were under my control. Those highlights are atrocious.”

Agatha narrowed her eyes and levitated Wanda off the ground.

“You’re about to have one more regret,” she said. Then, she pulled Wanda toward her so forcefully that she crashed through a load-bearing pillar. In an instant, the entire cave collapsed around them. 

Wanda coughed and rubbed the dirt from her eyes. Her magical restraints were gone. Perhaps the runes had been damaged by the falling rubble as well? She decided to give it a test, focusing her energy on her right hand. A tiny circle of magic emitted from her palm. She smiled, but this was still a mere fraction of what she was normally capable of. Then, she noticed Agatha lying next to her, unconscious. There was no way out of the wreckage alone, not with her magic still mostly suppressed. But if Agatha woke up, she would undoubtedly try to destroy her again. If only Agatha didn’t know they were enemies...

Suddenly, Wanda got an idea. She gently laid her hands on Agatha’s head and focused as hard as she could. Though the connection was weak, she could feel Agatha’s brain waves shifting. Wanda found all of Agatha’s memories and went to work erasing the ones indicating they were anything less than chums. She also decided to give her an extra shot of dopamine, for good measure. Then, she gently shook Agatha’s shoulders and whispered for her to wake up.

Agatha opened her foggy eyes and turned to Wanda. 

“What happened?” she asked.

“Your lair collapsed on us.”

“What? How?” Agatha asked. Wanda bit her lip. 

“Uh, there was a big earthquake.”

Agatha scoffed and put her hand on Wanda’s forearm. “This is New Jersey, dummy. There are no huge earthquakes here!”

“That’s what I thought, too. But then one happened and now we’re stuck here.” 

Agatha sat up and looked deeply into Wanda’s eyes. “Well, there’s no one I’d rather be stuck here with,” she said tenderly. Then, she leaned in and kissed Wanda on the lips. Wanda froze, but accepted the kiss. She had stimulated her dopamine receptor, right? Agatha pulled back and smiled. “I’ll never get over how good your lips taste.”

Wanda had to consciously keep her jaw from dropping to the floor. That definitely was not her dopamine receptor. Agatha traced her fingers down Wanda’s arm and she shivered from the contact. She had to tell Agatha what happened. 

But Wanda stopped herself. There was no way Agatha would react kindly to a botched mind control attempt from her nemesis. And right now, Agatha was the only one with enough power to get them out of here. 

Wanda took Agatha’s hand and kissed it. “I feel exactly the same,” she said, “But we should probably try to get out of here.”

“In case there’s an aftershock!”

“Exactly, in case there’s an aftershock. Why don’t you try using your magic to move the rubble?”

Agatha booped Wanda on the nose, “You are definitely the smart one in this relationship.” Wanda had to restrain herself from laughing. 

Agatha took a moment to focus herself, then threw her arms out dramatically. Nothing happened. She tried again. Nothing still. One more attempt, even more forceful than the others. Nothing. Agatha frowned. 

“I guess my magic doesn;t work anymore.”

Wanda nervously laughed and shook Agatha by the shoulders. 

“No, they have to work. Because otherwise we’ll never get out of here!”

“Can’t we just scream and wait for the first responders to dig us out?” Agatha said. 

“That’s a great idea. Unfortunately, you hexed your lair and now it’s sound-proof.” Wanda slid her face into her hands. 

“Why did I sound-proof the lair?” Agatha asked. Wanda popped her head up.

“Uh, you mean you don’t remember?” Wanda asked. Agatha shook her head. “We were, uh, going to celebrate our anniversary? So you, uh, sound-proofed the lair because we were gonna, uh...”

“Oh! We were gonna--” Agatha rubbed her hands together suggestively and winked. Wanda nodded her head.

“Exactly, we were gonna do that and you were worried about the neighbors.”

“You are quite a screamer,” Agatha said as she patted Wanda’s thigh. 

“Uh, yeah.” 

It was at this moment that Wanda realized Agatha was shivering.

“Are you ok?”

“It’s so cold,” Agatha replied through chattering teeth. Wanda realized she was shivering as well. 

“How is it so cold? It’s July.”

Agatha gasped. “The collapse must have triggered the frost hex.”

“F-Frost hex?” Wanda shouted.

“Yeah, I put it in after some of the neighborhood kids tried to break in here. If only my magic was functional, I could reverse it.” Agatha looked to her expectantly, but Wanda didn’t notice. The cold was getting to her. She could feel it in her bones; her teeth were chattering so loud that it made her head pound. She had experienced some brutal winters in Sokovia, but nothing like this. 

“We should hold each other,” said Agatha, “For warmth.” 

Wanda put her arms around Agatha and held her close. She smelled like witch hazel, which Wanda found funny and a bit on-the-nose. But it smelled really good. Agatha’s hair was long and warm. Wanda buried her face in it. The immediate warmth felt incredible on her shaking lips. 

Despite the frigid cold, both Wanda and Agatha felt a considerable amount of heat between their bodies. They pulled each other as close as they could, each desiring to consume the other’s warmth. Wanda nuzzled further into Agatha’s soft hair, and Agatha took her freezing hands and slid them down the back of Wanda’s shirt. Her back was burning hot, and Agatha dug her fingers into Wanda’s warm skin. Somehow they both managed to fall asleep, huddled together through the frosty night.

Agatha was the first to wake. Wanda was nuzzled against her neck. She was still shivering. Agatha slowly removed her hand from Wanda’s shirt and flicked her wrist to remove the frost hex. The room got warmer immediately. Agatha looked down at Wanda, whose head had shifted and fallen to Agatha’s chest. A small ray of light was shining through the rubble, and it spread across Wanda’s face. She had to admit that Wanda looked angelic, even though she was her nemesis and had tried to mind control her into some disturbing romance. Agatha took her free hand and gently stroked Wanda’s head. There just was something fantastical about Wanda Maximoff. If anyone else had tried to mind control her into romance, she would have annihilated them on the spot. But when Wanda did it, there was something endearing about it all. She really thought she could best her? It was adorable. Wanda was adorable.

While Agatha was looking at her, Wanda woke up. Still a little groggy, she sat up and rubbed her eyes. 

“Why were you staring at me?” she asked. 

“You had a bug on you and I thought it was funny,” Agatha lied. Wanda chuckled.

“And you just let it stay on my face? What if it was poisonous?”

“The only thing poisonous here is your failed attempts at mind control.”

Wanda perked up. “What are you talking about?”

“Don’t lie,” Agatha said, rolling her eyes, “I know you tried to take advantage of me with some weird love hex, but my runes limited your magic too much for you to be successful.”

“How did you know?” Wanda asked. 

“You really think I can’t feel intrusions into my own mind?”

“But you were passed out!”

“Yeah, so I was literally trapped in my own mind. That’s like the worst time to try and mind-control someone. Anyone with a basic knowledge of magical theory should know that.”

Wanda gulped. “So what are you gonna do to me?”

Agatha cackled. “Do to you? What do you think this is, a prison?”

“Uh, this all started when you lured me down here and magically restrained me against my will. That’s the definition of a prison.”

“So you think you deserve some kind of punishment?” Agatha asked. Wanda nodded. Agatha sighed and conjured her magical glowing hands. She whipped out her hands and the rocks around her began to shake. Then, with another wave of her wrist, the room was restored to its original formation. 

“Why did you do that?” Wanda asked.

“Well, I was planning on betraying you and locking you in here for all eternity, but I decided against that. You’re free to go.”

“Why are you letting me go?” Wanda asked, even more surprised.

“Why did you try to put a romance hex on me?”

“I didn’t do that! I was trying to make you think we were friends, not lovers!”

Agatha blushed furiously and Wanda almost wished she hadn’t said anything. She grabbed Agatha’s hand. 

“Why did you kiss me yesterday?” Wanda asked. Agatha blushed even more.

“I was playing the part.”

“Yeah, well you could have played the part without kissing me,” Wanda said shyly. Agatha looked intently at the ground.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to kiss you,” she admitted. Wanda tilted her chin towards her. 

“Then what are you waiting for?”

“What?”

“What are you waiting for? Do it again.”

Agatha wasted no time in pressing her lips to Wanda’s. They were soft and full; it was like kissing her rabbit’s fluff. She pulled Wanda close to her and felt her breasts press against her chest. Wanda took her tongue into Agatha’s mouth and they wrestled each other for control of the kiss. After a few minutes of passionate tongue fighting, Agatha finally won, just barely. 

“I want to taste you,” she whispered into Wanda’s mouth. Slowly, she pushed Wanda backwards and leaned her against her large cauldron. Agatha began tenderly kissing and sucking along Wanda’s neck, then down her chest, in between her breasts, and down the center of her stomach. Wanda eagerly unbuttoned her pants and Agatha slid them to the ground. 

Agatha placed her palm on Wanda’s mound and moved it up and down. Wanda leaned her head back in pleasure and spread her legs further apart, begging Agatha to go further. Agatha separated Wanda’s lips with her fingers. She had the tiniest clit she had ever seen. Then, she took two fingers and tried to slide them into Wanda, but she wasn’t wet enough yet. 

“I have just the thing,” Agatha said as she popped up and ran to her potions table. She threw some ingredients into a small wooden bowl; there was a loud pop and a cloud of purple smoke. She rushed back to Wanda and dipped her fingers in the potion.

“What is that?” Wanda asked. 

“It’s a lubrication spell. I’ve never had to use it before. But there’s a first time for everything,” she said with a wink. Then, she spread Wanda’s legs and entered her with her slippery fingers. Wanda immediately threw her head back.

“Oh my god!” she exclaimed. Agatha smirked and slowly slid her fingers in and out of her while Wanda squirmed and squealed. As Agatha picked up the tempo, she brought her mouth to Wanda’s clit and engulfed it with her tongue. Wanda nearly screamed. 

“You’re really good at this,” Wanda said between gasps. Agatha looked up at her.

“Well, when you’ve been alive for over 300 years, you learn a thing or two,” Agatha said before she forcefully flicked Wanda’s clit with her tongue. 

Wanda felt the pleasure building up inside of her. She tried to hold it back, but it was too powerful. She was helpless against the force of her own climax. When it finally overcame her, she exploded. As the waves of ecstasy passed over her, she felt restored.

When she had regained herself, Wanda picked her pants up from the floor and slid them back on. She looked down at Agatha, who was still on her knees. 

“Your turn.” 

Then, she pulled Agatha up, kissed her passionately, grabbed her hands, and held them behind her back. Agatha pulled away from their kiss. 

“What are you doing?” she asked, suspicion and intrigue coating her voice. Wanda gave her a devilish grin and tried casting a restraint spell. To her surprise, it actually worked. 

“I see you’ve cancelled the runes. That was a mistake,” Wanda said. She used her magic to pull Agatha up into the air. “Oh, and I hope you like the cold,” she said before she reactivated the frost hex. 

“I thought we were ok now!” shouted Agatha. Wanda cackled. 

“I will never be ok with someone who collected my childrens’ screams.”

And with that, Wanda turned to the exit and left Agatha to her fate.

[tiliamericana]

Muay Thai: 1.08

The apartment seemed larger and more echoey than usual. Nairi tossed her keys onto the counter and tried not to react to the clatter. Agatha shifted to lean against her kitchen counter, looking a little uncomfortable in the sparse room.

“Do you want a drink or something?” asked Nairi, to be polite. She didn’t exactly have anything, but it was too late to take it back now.

“Uh, just water? I think I’ve had enough to drink already.” She punctuated this with a smile. A small one, but it eased the lines of her face a little and made her seem less uncomfortable.

“I can do water,” said Nairi, returning the small smile. She pulled her fridge open and grabbed one of the water bottles from the middle shelf, trying not to dwell on how little else was in there. “Do you want a glass?”

“There’s no need to get fancy,” said Agatha drily, taking the bottle. “Thank you.”

Nairi nodded, tucking her hair behind her ear and shifting towards her couch, acutely aware that her conversational skills were lacking. She shrugged her jacket off and draped it over the couch, and when she looked back Agatha’s eyes were following her movements, tracing the lines of her arms and lingering where her shirt was rucked up a little at the waist.

She hummed softly and tugged her shirt off over her head as well. “Is there anything I need to know before we hit the sack?” she asked casually.

Agatha swallowed her mouthful of water and took a moment before she answered, cheeks faintly pink. “Well, I’m not terribly experienced, if that’s likely to bother you?”

Nairi shrugged. “It shouldn’t. I meant more like; do you have any ‘don’ts’?”

Oh,” said Agatha, and she considered it for another moment before shrugging back. “I mean, like I said, I haven’t really done a lot. I guess if I say stop then—?”

“I can do that,” said Nairi, unhooking her sports bra and feeling Agatha’s gaze intensify as she dropped it on the couch with her shirt. “Don’t touch my hair, okay? And no biting.”

Agatha took another drink of water and set the bottle on the kitchen counter, nodding. “I can do that,” she echoed.

“Great,” said Nairi. She turned and walked towards her bedroom, and Agatha’s footsteps followed behind her.

Agatha was very good at listening. And even better—she didn’t once ask about the tattoos.

*

Nairi had spent what most people would likely consider an excessive amount of money on her mattress. Her first goal had been ‘big’, and with the amount ‘big’ cost in terms of mattresses, apparently ‘very comfortable’ came included. She’d slept very well since she’d moved in, especially since she’d pulled out the window and replaced it with one that didn’t open.

The sensation of sleeping as long as she needed to and waking up well-rested was both novel and extremely enjoyable, so she liked to do so as often as possible. It was just nice to wake up at her leisure and enjoy the empty space. Nothing in her system, nothing weighing on her. She had an alarm on her blackberry in case she slept too late to open the dojo, but most days it wasn’t necessary, and besides, no one was showing up for the noon timeslots anyway.

Her pillow was soft and springy, still fresh, and her eyelids were comfortably heavy and dark. There was a comfortable stillness to her state; almost all the way asleep, and then a hand touched her shoulder.

She didn’t think so much as react.

She grabbed the hand at her shoulder with one arm, locking it to her chest as she rolled, pulling out her knife with the other. She used the momentum of the roll to knock them both to the floor, straddling her presumed assailant and pinning them with a forearm to their chest, knife raised by her temple, scowl on her face.

Agatha yelped, staring up at her with wide-eyed shock and confusion, and Nairi woke up the rest of the way. “Oh my god,” she said blankly.

Agatha said something that sounded very rude in a language Nairi didn’t understand.

Her heart was racing like a hummingbird’s under the skin of her throat where Nairi hand was twisted in her shirt collar, her breaths shaky and jagged in her chest. “Sorry,” Nairi forced out after a moment, releasing the fabric in her hand with fingers that felt too stiff and standing up quickly.

Agatha pushed herself onto her elbows where she was sprawled on the floor, blinking owlishly up at Nairi as she tucked the knife back into its holster. Her eyes looked smaller without the glasses, darker, and she raised a hand to her throat, rubbing at the skin where her neckline sat. “…Do you always sleep with a knife?” she asked eventually. From the look on her face, it wasn’t what she’d meant to ask.

“Yeah,” said Nairi, almost settling into a guard stance and catching herself at the last moment, folding her arms over her chest. “Sorry, again. I should have, uh, warned you.”

“Right,” said Agatha, slowly pushing herself up off the floor and rubbing at her wrist where Nairi had grabbed her. “Guess I’ll know for next time.”

She’d only muttered it, and from the faint reddening of her cheeks, Nairi guessed she hadn’t meant to say that either.

“Yeah,” she said, glancing down to tug uselessly on her shirt for moment in the hope that Agatha might think she hadn’t noticed. Linden had a way of making dumb jokes that pulled all the awkwardness out of a conversation, but Nairi wasn’t particularly good at it. She tried anyway. “You’ll just have to like, throw something at me instead.”

It worked, somehow, and Agatha snorted, brushing her hands off on her hips as she looked back at Nairi. “Something heavy, to give me an advantage, I think.” She had a wry little smile and her eyes seemed a little more amused, the hem of her borrowed shirt shifting along the top of her thighs as she brushed her hair out of her face. “Can you pass me my glasses?”

They got dressed quietly across from each other, Nairi turning her back reflexively. It was early for her—not even nine o’clock—but the adrenaline from her wake up had cleared most of the fog of sleep from her system. Her mind was a little sharper, a little less disquiet. Agatha was buttoning her shirt from the night before, tugging it a little to frown at a wrinkle, and Nairi watched her for a second. “Do you want a cup of tea or something?”

Agatha glanced up at her as she buttoned her jeans. “I’m more of a coffee person,” she said, almost apologetic about it. “I was actually thinking about breakfast, though?”

She really had to do something about that empty fridge of hers. “I don’t have coffee in the house yet,” said Nairi, echoing the apologetic tone and trying to sidestep the inevitable question about why she didn’t even have a box of cereal in her cupboard. “Do you want to eat out?”

“Yeah, sure,” said Agatha smiling at her. “What did you have in mind?”

The vegan café down the street flashed in front of Nairi’s mind with no other suggestions, and she shrugged. “No idea, actually.”

Between the two of them, they managed to end up in McDonald’s with matching egg breakfast muffins. Agatha inspected hers carefully for the absence of bacon before she bit into it, and Nairi belatedly glanced down at hers as she chewed. Hers also had no bacon; she was fine.

Agatha was watching her over her large coffee, her eyelids lowered like she was trying to be discreet about it. “You know,” she said eventually, shifting a little in the hard, plastic seat. “People keep telling me how good fast food is when you’re hungover. I don’t think I believe them.”

Nairi chewed her rubbery puck of egg thoughtfully and shrugged. “Most of the people I used to know with dealt with hangovers by drinking more and complaining about it.”

Agatha laughed. “Ah. Linden’s people.” It wasn’t really said in a kind tone.

“I honestly thought Linden was on team junk food,” said Nairi, thinking of the litany of text messages she woken up to the previous week extolling the virtues of chicken nuggets. It had gone on for eight or nine messages before Linden abruptly remembered that Nairi was vegetarian and had sent five more texts that were just series of punctuation around colons and parentheses that somehow managed to look repentant.

“No, no, she definitely is,” said Agatha quickly, nodding. “I just meant—I don’t know, the kind of people she’d hang around.”

Was Agatha not the kind of person Linden hung around? She seemed to have multiple grad student friends who weren’t Agatha, after all. “How did you guys end up becoming friends?” she asked.

“Oh, my boyfriend cheated on me with her,” said Agatha very casually, sipping at her coffee.

“Oh,” said Nairi, and she could almost physically see the red flags lining the conversational path in front of her. She should ask something else; ask about literally anything else. “So, you both like drinking coffee though?”

Wow.

Agatha seemed to find this very funny if the curl in her lip was any indication. “One of the other things we have in common, yes.”

“I just, Linden doesn’t drink tea either, and,” said Nairi, well aware she was fumbling the conversation and deciding to settle for just explaining herself. “And if I’m going to be having coffee-drinking company over more regularly, then I don’t want to be, uh, a bad host. So, um, what kind of coffee do you like?”

Agatha brightened considerably at the question, which Nairi figured meant she hadn’t completely bombed the conversation. “Definitely not this,” she joked, holding up her cup, and Nairi smiled back at her, relieved.

Her free hand crept across the table and slipped under Nairi’s, and Agatha finished her breakfast with a small smile on her face.

Nairi tried to ignore it. Physical contact, it was supposed to be good, especially the non-violent kind. Falling asleep with Agatha’s bare thighs pressed up against her had definitely felt good, in a way that wasn’t even sexy, particularly, but this—she couldn’t quite figure it out. She just… didn’t really want people touching her.

She rubbed her thumb over the back of Agatha’s hand and ate her deep fried hashbrown, ignoring the unease building in the pit of her stomach.

Her cell chirped in her pocket and she dug it out, Linden’s name on the caller ID. “Hi,” she said, glancing at Agatha across the table before looking around the room.

“Hey!” said Linden, sounding strangely cheerful. “Did you have a good night? Got Aggy off okay?”

“Yeah,” said Nairi, wondering if she was imagining the innuendo in the words. “We’re just grabbing breakfast.”

“Real-ly?” asked Linden, her tone hitting a strange pitch on the second syllable as though Nairi had just told her the most interesting thing in the world. “What, did she grab a crowbar and pry you out of bed?”

“No, we were just hungry,” said Nairi, ignoring the dig at her sleeping habits. “You’re not too hungover?”

“Well, I took a piss when I woke up and got drunk again off the vapours,” said Linden promptly, “But I’ll be fine once I sober up. Tell Aggy to charge her phone—talk to you later!”

She hung up before Nairi could response, and she pocketed her cell, looking back up at Agatha.

“Anything urgent?” asked Agatha, retrieving her hand to crush up their food wrappers and set them on the tray.

“Just Linden checking in,” said Nairi, leaning back to let Agatha stretch over and grab her trash. “She said something about you needing to charge your cell?”

Agatha rolled her eyes. “Oh yes, I forgot that the world ends when I don’t have my phone on to answer texts for a whole hour after I wake up. Do you want to go find some good coffee for your kitchen?”

“Yeah, sure,” said Nairi, standing up. “Do you have the time for it?”

Agatha smiled at her. “Yes.”

[goldleafacrossyourlips]

Uneasy Lies the Head - Dark Lord/OC - Chapter 6

Chapters - 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12 - 13

Chapter 6 - Marigold and Fire

Back at the Spellman House, while Nick and Sabrina were getting the Hand of Glory from Aunt Hilda, Samara ran upstairs to her room. She held out her hand as she approached her armoire filled with potions and ingredients. A bag flew into her hand and she quickly began picking potions out and filling her bag. While she hoped they’d get to the Academy before the Witch Hunters did, she wanted to be prepared if they didn’t. While a couple potions could be used as weapons, most of what she gathered were to help the fallen. Phlox paced around the room ready to go.

“Phlox, I know you want to go with me but you have to stay here. I can’t fight the hunters, help the injured and worry about you too. You’ll be safe here.” Samara’s words were met with fierce protests from her familiar. She huffed out a breath and knelt down. She extended her hand towards him.

“I know. I know. I’m the worst Witch alive and the most neglectful familiar. But I can’t have you go. I need to know you’re safe, here. Please Phlox.” Her voice was pleading and soft. She fought a smile as her familiar huffed and padded over to her, bumping her hand with his snout. She scratched his head before hurrying downstairs.

“Sabrina. Sabrina!” That sounded like Harvey Kinkle. Samara strode down the stairs, bag slung on her shoulder and clinking against her hip. Sure enough, that was Sabrina’s ex-boyfriend standing in their entry. Sabrina came running from the botanical room.

“Harvey!” 

“Oh, you’re okay!” Harvey enveloped Sabrina in a tight hug. Samara’s brow quirked at that. From what Sabrina had filled her in on, Harvey and his friends hadn’t been very nice to Sabrina. Judging her for her witch power and other things. It just lowered them in her mind. Samara never did have a high level of empathy for mortals.

“Well, yeah. I’m fine. But what are you doing here?” Sabrina pulled away as she spoke. Samara continued down the stairs, joining Nick at his side.

“Sabrina, someone was trying to kill you. How could I not come?” Samara rolled her eyes at his comment while watching her Aunt melt at his words.

“How’d you know about that?”

“I was with Roz when she had her vision. I rushed over to make sure you were okay. I’m so sorry for what I said and how I acted. Roz and I both are. It was shitty. It’s just… Roz has been hurting and I don’t know how to help her.” Harvey continued to ramble. Samara rolled her eyes again at his excuses. She heard Nick scoff at her side and shot him a smile.

“It’s fine, Harvey, truly. But we have to go. Witch-hunters are attacking the Academy.” Samara blew a sigh through her nose as Sabrina spoke. Now the boy would want to join them and help save Sabrina. Typical.

“Witch-hunters are attacking your other school?”

“Yeah, we better hurry.” Nick’s answer was short as he clapped Harvey on his back as he passed by him. Samara squeezed her Aunt’s hand and began to leave with Nick.

“I wanna come too. To help.” Bingo.

“No way, Witch-hunter.” Nick was firm in his response. 

“No. Uh.. Nick’s right, Harvey. It’s too dangerous.” Sabrina tried to speak some sense into the other boy.

“Yeah, and we don’t need anymore Witch-hunters.” Nick spit out. Samara moved forward and rested her hand on their magically repaired door, ready to go.

“I told you the night of the Greendale Thirteen, Sabrina. I’m done being a coward. If there are people-” Harvey began on a tirade.

“Witches.” Nick corrected.

“Whatever, in trouble, you’re gonna need as much help as possible.”

“Oh for Satan’s sake, let him help. He just wants to put things right. We don’t know how many Witch-hunters there are do we? So the more the merrier. Come on, sweet Harvey. I’ll catch you up on the way, my love.” Aunt Hilda cut in corralling everyone out the door. Always the one with a big heart. Samara couldn’t care less if the mortal came. So long as he actually proved useful and not a hindrance.

The group of 5 entered the Academy to destruction. There was blood spattered along the tile and the statue at the center of the school was rubble. 

“Baphomet! What unspeakable thing could have done this?” Nick breathed out. Staring in horror at the pieces of stone strewn on the ground. Samara continued around the room, looking for the students or professors.

“Are we too late?” Hilda asked the question on everyones’ minds. 

“Prudence? Agatha? Dorcas?” Sabrina called out. 

“Where is everyone?” Nick asked as he left the fallen statue. Just as he did, someone collapsed onto the floor over a chair in the next room. They all rushed over to see the heavily bleeding man.

“Ambrose? Ambrose!” Samara ran forward and fell to his side. She helped him onto his back and began scanning his wounds. She stared in horror at the dagger sticking from his chest as he seized. Blood poured from his mouth and wounds, soaking his clothes and staining his teeth.

“Thanks for the chicken, Aunt-” He began speaking but was cut off by choking and seizing. Aunt Hilda knelt across from her as Samara began rummaging through her bag. 

“He’s losing a lot of blood. I’m trying to find something for him. Try to stop the bleeding and get that Satan-forsaken dagger out of him.” Samara snapped as she continued to search for the vials she needed.

“Okay. This is going to hurt a tiny bit okay?” Aunt Hilda soothed before wrapping her hand around the dagger and ripping it out of his chest. Ambrose’s torso rose from the ground from the pain. Both let out ear-piercing shrieks.

“Ohh, I’m sorry, love. I’m sorry. Okay. Rivers may flow that blood may not. Blood be bound, and blood be clot.” Aunt Hilda chanted and continued under her breath as the blood flow paused. Samara finally found the vials she’d been searching for and began pulling them from her bag. Setting them onto the floor beside her.

“Ambrose, where is everyone?” Sabrina leaned over her cousin and asked him.

“Two...angels…..took them.” Ambrose managed to groan out. Samara’s head shot up and stared in shock at the rest of the group.

“Angels?”

“Aren’t angels supposed to be nice?” Harvey’s questions broke through Samara’s shock.

“Have you ever actually read the Bible? Angels are the ones with fiery swords.” Samara bit out, double checking the vials beside her.

“Took them where, Ambrose? Do you know?” Sabrina pressed to her gasping cousin.

“I do, Miss.” Came an otherworldly voice of a little boy. Sabrina leapt up and rushed towards the figure.

“Quentin! What happened?”

“The angels, they tried to take me and the other ghost children to Heaven, but we ran and hid.” The boy walked towards Sabrina. Samara felt sorrow slash through her at the thought of these Angels trying to uproot the children from their home.

“Did he just say ghost children?” Harvey asked full of disbelief. Samara snorted.

“So where did the angels take the witches, darling? ‘Cause we need to help them.” Hilda’s distraught voice interrupted, her eyes filled with tears. Ambrose began choking again and Hilda’s attention was drawn towards him.

“Our desecrated church.” 

“Our desecr- Why would they go there?” Sabrina asked in confusion.

“To convert them probably. That’s what they do. Convert then kill. They call it Cleansing.” Samara answered as she began pouring potions down Ambrose’s throat. Blood replenishing, pain numbing, energizing, plus others. 

“Let’s go then!” Sabrina was filled with determination.

“No you can’t Miss. They found the Church from us. Sealed it with Holy Water and reconsecrated it. No witches can get in or out.” Quentin interrupted. Samara felt herself droop at his response. All those witches.

“Okay, well. It’s not safe for you or the other ghost children here. Go back to your graveyard and hide, okay?”

“Yes, Miss.” Quentin disappeared before their eyes, presumably to return home.

“Sabrina I’m gonna have to tend to Ambrose’s wounds, so- He’s still losing blood.” Aunt Hilda despaired. Samara growled and started pulling more vials from her bag. The group behind her began figuring out how they were going to break into the Church. Samara forced some more potions into Ambrose. 

“I’ve already given him as much blood replenisher as I can for right now. He’ll have a reaction if I give him any more. Here, these 3 purple vials are it. If he’s still bleeding like he is in 15 minutes then give him another vial. Same thing 15 minutes after that. Yes?” Samara gave the instructions to her Aunt, feeling anger well within her that her potions weren’t working how she wanted them to. It must’ve been a blessed blade.

“Yes, my love. Thank Satan you brought your bag.” Aunt Hilda cradled her cheek in a bloodied hand, leaving behind streaks of blood on her pale skin. Samara heard her cousin storming out of the room, presumably to head to the desecrated church. She spun around and demanded Nick’s attention. 

“Nicholas. Aunt Hilda will need help. Ambrose isn’t clotting, even with everything I’ve given him. I think it’s because the blade was blessed. Keep chanting and keep him breathing. I’ll figure something out when I get back.” Samara commanded and stood up, turning to leave the room. Nick leapt up and grabbed her arm.

“Whoa, we just went over that no witch can get in or out of the Church. What do you think you’re going to be able to do?”

“Over my dead body is Sabrina facing avenging fucking angels alone. I don’t care if I have to raze that bloody building to the ground myself. Nothing is going to happen to her.” Samara growled out, her eyes flashing with fury. Nick quickly recoiled at her tone. He also ripped his hand away from her skin, feeling like he was holding hellfire. Samara spun around and stalked out of the Academy.

Her trip to the Church was short but filled with violence. Unconsciously any bush, tree or leaf in her path burst into flames as she walked. She found herself before the now consecrated church and glared. She took a deep breath and walked forward with single-minded determination. 

She reached the front door and felt like she’d hit a wall. Even though the doors were open, it felt like they were closed to her. Samara bared her teeth at the barrier and placed a hand against it. She felt it shudder at her mere touch and grinned a wicked smile. She dug her sharpened nails into the barrier and drug down. She felt as she managed to worm a sliver of a hold into the shield. Her grin grew at the small success and began channelling all of her energy, power and focus into creating a rip just big enough to fit through. Her Shadows swarmed around her, lending her extra energy as she expended hers. She felt herself begin to waver, her strength waning. She grit her teeth, solidified her spine and continued to pull and push and rip and rend. She felt a scream build in her chest as her magic threatened to fail. She released it with a haunting wail as blood began to drip from her nose. Finally, she could tell the hole she’d made was just big enough for her.

Samara rested her hands against the still standing parts of the barrier, panting as she recollected herself. She finally squirmed her way through the barrier. She flicked the loose hair out of her face and used the back of her hand to wipe the blood from her nose. She squared her shoulders, straightened her spine and marched towards the internal doors of the Church.

Samara stood in the doorway of the room as she watched Sabrina fall to the ground, arrow-riddled and a thorn crown upon her head. She remained silent as she took in the scene before her. 

The mere observer would’ve kneeled before her as they saw the fury within her eyes. Her dark hair flowed from her shoulders, her chin held high and set in determination. The glint of hellfire that shone in her eyes. The unholy shadows that danced around and caressed her. The coven that trembled before her would always picture this when her name was mentioned. 

“Samara Spellman! As your cousin was forsaken, there is still a chance for you! Kneel before the Lord and repent!” Jerry shouted, his arms raised before him. A crossbow held in one hand. Samara raised an eyebrow in response, feeling as though something otherworldly was influencing her.

“You dare come into my Community. You dare push your beliefs onto us. You dare slaughter innocent Witches in our Church of worship! I promise you, angel, you will come to regret what you have done. You will live the pain you have caused. You will not know peace for as long as I walk this Universe!” Samara’s voice echoed around the church with promise. The witches shuddered at the truth that rang through it. The male angel sneered at the tiny fearsome witch before him.

“Then you will meet an end like your Coven.” With quick movements he sent an arrow soaring through the air where it found its home in Samara’s abdomen. She looked down at it, prepared to approach the angel who shot her, when a blow from behind caused her to fall to her knees beside Sabrina. The dagger buried in her back was blessed. She could tell from the molten burning it riddled her with. A scream burst forth as a thorn crown was also placed upon her head. A second arrow flew and buried itself in her chest. 

“When you have died, know this Earth was cleansed from an aura of Darkness such as yours.” The man spat before her and turned towards the rest of the witches. Samara fell to her hands as blood spilled from her lips. She looked upon her cousin’s face and rested a hand on her cheek. She could feel as the end approached. She could feel and see her Shadows fluttering about, waiting for direction. She bowed her head and rested it on Sabrina’s, eyes closed as she struggled for another breath.

When she was about to give up, fight leaving her, she felt it. The same presence that had accosted her at her Dark Baptism. The same thing that filled her and blinded her when Blackwood touched her in his office. She felt as it’s fury licked up her spine, the worry it clenched in her belly, the determination it set in her jaw. She felt as it shared its own breath with her. She felt as it shared its own power with her. She felt herself smile at the gifts it was bestowing upon her and sent it a short prayer of thanks. 

Her eyes snapped open to stare at her cousin’s still face. Everything was hazed in gold and blue. She felt raw power coursing through her veins. She placed her lips upon her cousin’s cooling forehead and whispered against the skin.

“It’s not your time to leave, my Sword. Rise and finish them.” The words danced upon the girl’s skin. Samara watched as Sabrina’s eyes snapped open, no color to be seen but a glowing white. Samara knew that if she could see her own they’d be glowing the blue of hellfire.

She watched as Sabrina rose into the air and extended her arms towards the angels. Samara stood below and behind her cousin as she continued.

“That’s enough. I offer you a chance to survive the night. Convert, Hunters.” Her voice was not her own. Filled with the power and strength she now possessed, it sounded like dozens of voices combined to one. With a wave of her arms the angels were forced to kneel.

“Take Lucifer Morningstar into your hearts, and I promise you mercy. But you must say His prayer. O’Mighty Dark Lord, by whom all things are set afire….” She waited for them to repeat her. 

“Never.” Samara glared as the man spat. She felt satisfaction fill her at the shocked gasps and awe as Sabrina’s hand became fire.

“Say the prayer! It’s your one chance. Come on! Say it with me or you’ll burn in Hellfire.” Sabrina warned. Samara had a dark wicked smile curl on her face as she saw the angels’ resolution crumble and they began to repeat her cousin.

“O’Might Dark Lord, by whom all things are set afire. Thy power be thy path. Thy will be my desire. In Hell as it is on Earth. Praise Satan!” The prayer was finished with horror and fear fixed on the angels’ faces. Samara clapped and laughed.

“Well done. But my, how quickly you turn on your False God.” Samara drawled as she slowly walked towards the kneeling angels.

“Neither one of you is a witch. What are you?” The man breathed in fear.

“I am the Dark Lord’s Sword!” With Sabrina’s declaration she caught them up in Hellfire. Samara grinned at the action as the witches around them shrieked in fear. Samara glanced at the dead witch on the floor with her throat slit.

“Arise, Sister!” Samara shouted, her hands extended towards the fallen woman. The witches around her jumped as the dead woman gasped and began to sit up.

“Arise, Brother!” Samara did the same to the man laid on the floor, his throat slit too. Again those around him jumped as he sat up.

Sabrina floated down to join Samara on the floor, both their eyes still glowing. They clasped hands as the other got closer. 

“‘Brina? ‘Mara?” Came the shocked voice of Harvey behind them. Both girls tilted their heads as one to look at the mortal behind. 

[justanotherboyinblue]

Greek Myth Asks

by @wonderbreadwoman and @spidcrsman

GODS: Life

Zeus: What’s your name or nickname?            Knox, which gives you K and Knoxy ig lmao

Hera: Where are you from?            Michigan born and raised, unfortunately

Athena: How old are you?                 No<3

Hephaestus: When is your birthday?                        February 26th

Aphrodite: What’s your relationship status?                   Complicated. I’m polyamorous so...available? lol

Poseidon: What are your pronouns?                    he/him

Dionysus: Are you and extrovert or an introvert?                   ambivert 

Demeter: Do you have any pets?                   oh Boy do i. one dog and nine cats

Apollo: What kind of music are you into?              absolutely everything. corpse and rare americans are my favs

Artemis: What do you first notice about new people?                 appearance wise, hair, otherwise it’s body language i suppose, what your pose is/are you using your hands to talk/do you look relaxed

Hades: What’s a big fear of yours?                physical? spiders. hate em. otherwise abandonment, neither unique 

Ares: What’s a big pet peeve of yours?             Crumpled Dollars I Hate Them So Much

Hestia: Where do you consider home?               for the longest time it was in my church basement, where youth group is held but right now i don’t suppose i have one

CREATURES: Lasts

Pegasus: Last movie you watched?                   baby driver, 100/10 would recommend 

Mermaid: Last tv show you finished?                  ooo good question, i think legend of korra? 

Centaur: Last book you read?                 the body in the library by Agatha Christie, it was So boring

Siren: Last song you listened to?             currently listening to time adventure by Rebecca Sugar on loop 

Gorgon: Last thing you ate?                apple fritter 

Cyclops: Last time you cried?                  like teared up or Cried cried. 1 is at the poem i reblogged and 2 is two nights ago because people Suck<3

Minotaur: Last time you were truly happy?                  uh. shit. two nights ago before things went south 

Sphynx: Last text you sent?                making fun of my friend for going to public school 

Chimera: Last call you made?                  i genuinely Cannot remember i dont make calls almost ever 

Griffin: Last thing you did before going to sleep last night?              drank water? i think

Nymph: Last dream you remember?                last night and it was a Destiel dream. it was adorable

Satyr: Last time you couldn’t stop laughing?             it’s been a long time since i laughed like that, i dont remember 

HEROES: Experiences

Heracles: Have you ever had a dream come true?                   literally or figuratively Be Specific With These Questions Op also idk

Theseus: What is your worst regret?                  i was 13 and i felt so alone and i did really stupid things to feel loved

Perseus: Have you ever been arrested?                  nope

Cadmus: Have you ever had your heart broken?                 HAH                  ..yeah

Achilles: Have you ever had to be hospitalized?                 nope

Actaeon: Tell about a memory you wish to forget.                   omegle video chat. need i say more

Bellerophon: Have you ever passed out?                          nope. im very boring lmao

Agamemnon: What is an achievement you’re proud of?                         moving forward 

Oedipus: Have you ever been in love?                 many times. some more than others

Jason: Have you ever travelled abroad? Where?              oh jeez no

Atlanta: Have you ever stood up for someone else?               every chance i get

Hippolytus: Tell an experience you will never forget.                       love. true love. i’d never felt like that and i don’t think i will again                         i miss them, even after this long. i still love them and ill never stop

MAGICAL ITEMS: Favorites  

Trident: Who are your favorite people?                 i only have one real friend honestly, A. love her to death

Lightning Bolt: What are your top three favorite movies?                            the dark knight, the losers, and the a-team

Sun Chariot: What is your favorite mythological creature?                        how dare you make me pick a favorite child.......dragons

Lyre: What are your top three favorite songs?            u h the soulmate song by Carson James Argenna, time adventure by Rebecca Sugar, andddd miss you by corpse. for now anyway

Caduceus: What is your favorite color?                     soft warm yellows, cool pale blues, purple almost as dark as black

Aegis: What is your favorite book or series?             the fnaf og series or the o’malley series

Scythe: What is your favorite tv show?                 fuckkkkk idk man im really diggin hannibal rn

Bident: What is your favorite way to spend free time?                 music and art

Harpe: What are your top 3 favorite places?               any water. literally anything. please i miss swimming

Cornucopia: What is your favorite place to eat?                        deluca’s omg their seafood pizza is to Die for

Winged Sandals: What is your favorite thing to do when you hangout with your friends?                             laugh

Golden Fleece: What is your favorite animal?                             any and all cats ever

PLACES: Goals and Wishes

Olympus: Describe your dream job.                   recently i’ve been really thinking about tattoo artist. idk man

Tartarus: What’s a short term goal you hope to achieve?                  having a bf. that’s it. im lonely. 

Underworld: Describe your dream vacation.                       W a t e r

Styx: How would you like your life to look like in 10 years?          happy. warm. preferably with a cat and someone i love away from here

Athuna: If you could live anywhere in the world for the rest of your life, where would it be?                 Not In America

Sparta: Do you have a bucket list? If so, what’s on it?              i reeeeeeeeeeeally want to see a krampus run at Least once. germany here i come babey

Elysium: If you could have a superpower, what would it be?                 earthbending. that would be Awesome. or shapeshifting bc obvi

Ogygia: Describe your dream husband/wife/life partner?                kind

Troja: What is the craziest thing you wanna do before you die?             i’d love to sit in the passenger seat of a racecar on the track

The Labyrinth: Have you ever died and came back to life as a vampire?                           hahahah what no ofc not what a weird question

Delphi: Are you currently doing anything to pursue your dreams?              im trying to draw everyday, and just hang in there honestly

[arc-17]

Darkness - Part 1

A Choices Whodunnit Fandom Fanfic

Introduction: This is set within the Alternate Universe @rr-roe-es aka @choiceswhodunnit 's game here within the fandom, starting right before the third murder and prior events are covered in flash back here. Before continuing on in the other parts, 2, 3, etc. of this fic series. This is VERY AU obviously since some of these characters lived at different times (Kenna Rys specifically) and well… have, or will be dying LOL! Since the premise of this whole event has sparked my interest, and I’ve really loved working with everyone on these mysteries, and gotten a bit of my old Role Playing skills up and running again, I decided to write the events as if they were really happening to the characters, within this AU, from Ryan’s point of view. So… without further ado, here it goes. ~~~~~~~~~~~ Darkness. It was within and without, in his thoughts, his dreams when they did happen, and in the room around him. He’d never felt anything like this, but… he’d also never experienced anything like this before. Not before coming here that is, to this castle, before getting trapped in this… psychopathic murderous game. Hollywood Actor Ryan Summers rolled over in his bed, unable to sleep despite the ridiculously posh and warm surroundings, had the situation been different; it would have been a dream trip. But instead, his fellow guests have been getting killed one by one while he and the other survivors get to play Sherlock Holmes and figure out how the killer has been committing the murders. Obviously it’s one of them, Kenna was the only person he knew coming here and he’d trust her with his life. It could be the staff, but knowing Kenna, she’d only have people she’d trust with her life, so no, it can’t be one of them. “…I am among you...” The first note had said, and it was the first of many he was to find out. Ryan got up and walked over to his window, reflexively testing to see if it too was locked from the outside, just in case. It wasn’t, and he opened it a crack and left it open. Moving back he sat on the edge of his bed as the previous two day’s events replayed them in his mind.

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Stepping out of the limo, Ryan pauses to take in his surroundings, the crisp fall air of the open country estate surrounding him as he took a deep breath, enjoying the lack of city smell as he took a moment, straightening the cuffs of his Armani Tuxedo. With a soft whistle he took in the sight before him of the sprawling age old structure, a castle built in a by gone era “Haven’t seen a castle like this since I was in The Prince of Dragons! You ever see that one Jeffrey?” He says to the valet as he closes the door for him. “I cannot say that I have sir, but you’ll find the lady of the house inside, just this way.” He motions for Ryan to follow, another servant taking care of his baggage. Upon entering the grand foyer he spots her immediately, closing the distance to give her a hug. “Kenna! It’s been to long!” Ryan grins, planting a kiss on her cheek as they parted. “Ryan, it’s good to see you, tell me how is Cassandra?” She smiled though, it didn’t reach her eyes which he should have noticed, like there was a sadness she was hiding, but he discounted it entirely. “She is doing wonderful, as always, has her Pilot’s License now, I think when the examiner found out what she did in that damaged Jet with Dave and Sam it helped.” He chuckled. “That is good to hear” she said looking over his shoulder at some more guests arriving. She then gave his had a slight squeeze. “Maybe… if,” she shook her head. “I’d like to hear about your friend’s Sam and Dave, later some time if you don’t mind.” “Of course, It’s quite the tale, the adventure that those two get themselves into” he chuckled and then moved aside as she went to great the others, watching the other guests arrive, taking an offered glass of wine as a waiter walked by. There were a few faces he recognized, though didn’t know them personally, such as Leo, former Prince of Cordonia. The tabloids were alive with the goings on there and the “contest” for his Brother’s hand in marriage and the crown. He knew personally how unforgiving the press could be, and how hard it was to keep one’s personal life private. And then there was also Benjamin Park, the writer. He was a fan, though he tried to keep it low key. And he’d heard rumors through his friend Dave that one of his comics would wind their way to the big screen, where Ryan hoped he’d get the chance to get a part. He made a mental note to talk to him later. Having finished his glass while surveying the group, Ryan sets it aside and taps who he supposed was a passing waiter. “Pardon me son, when you have a moment, I’ll take a Manhattan, but eh, make it the top shelf stuff” He says with a wink. The young man furrows his brows, “I am off the clock. Get your own drink!” he says briskly then, pauses realizing who was in front of him he beams and the next words almost fell out of his mouth all at once. “Oh boy! Love your work sir! I’ll be back in a second with the Manhattan, sir!” Ryan laughed, resting an arm on his shoulder to have him wait, having given him a full look to see he wasn’t dressed like Kenna’s staff, and had a drink of his own. “Woah easy there friend! My apologies, I mistook you for one of Kenna’s crew here, but I see that is not the case. My name’s Ryan Summers but I guess you already knew that.” He smiles extending his hand in greeting. “I’m Daniel, waiter by day, and family friend of Kenna’s… any other time!” Daniel says, grinning ear to ear as he shook his hand. “And say, let’s work together! I’m game for an alliance” Ryan chuckles again, the young man’s infectious enthusiasm for this adventure impressing him. “An Alliance eh? Excellent because I have no idea why we are here, other than this is some sort of special Mystery game, event, thing, with mandatory attendance.” “Hey, any excuse for a party is a good one, am I right? Cheers!” Daniel clinks his glass against Ryan’s.

It looked as if this kid, Daniel, was a ball of anxiety and excitement. He probably was relieved to not only have a night finally off, but to have something to do on top of it. “Well said!” Ryan grins. “Cheers!” He returns, meeting his glass to his. He then pauses; taking a sip as he took a glance around the room then motioned with his glass. “You know anyone here? I only know Kenna, our host, though I recognize a couple of the other guests.” “Some of them are familiar. But, I’ve worked so many places, I’m not sure if we met or it is just Deja vu.” Daniel answered, looking across the room, taking it all in. “Mhm! True” Ryan nodded, taking another sip. “The faces do start to blur after a while, after so many get-togethers and shindigs. Well, it’s been a pleasure,” Ryan said extending his hand again, “I’m gonna go see if I can speak with our hostess and see where they took my luggage. I’ll be seeing you around Daniel.” He says with a warm smile, which Daniel returned as Ryan left; weaving is way through the guests. While he was looking for Kenna, he stopped when a tall young man tapped him on the shoulder. “Excuse me, Mr. Summers? I was wondering if you had a moment. My name’s Sean Gayle and-” he was saying, extending his hand in greeting when Ryan interrupted him, his face lighting up as he recognizes the young man, taking his hand and shaking it, clapping him on the shoulder warmly as well. “Hey! Sean? As in The Sean Gayle #5?! Heck yeah! I’m a big fan of yours!” “Yep, that’s me- Wait, you’ve heard of me? That’s awesome! I’m a big fan of your work!”

“Awesome buddy! So uh… got any clue what’s going on here? Kenna is being all… mysterious about why she invited us here, other than the whole mystery thing. Personally I think she’s been reading too many Agatha Christie Novels.” Sean shook his head “To be honest, I’m pretty confused by it all. Half these people are from my college, but the rest I don’t know. Do you recognize anyone?” “Kenna’s the only one I actually know, but I recognize Benjamin Park over there, he’s the one with glasses. He’s a writer.” Ryan said with a quick nod. “I think I’ve seen some of Benjamin Park’s work. He works in comics, right?” “Yes, comics, and good ones if you haven’t read them yet.” Sean nodded. “I’ve read a couple here and there- a friend of mine is a collector.” Ryan smiled “Really? Hmm... I’d like to meet him some time then. Keep this on the down low but I am a fan too. Just like to keep a few things away from the paparazzi, if you know what I mean.” “I’m sure my friend would love to meet you- he’s a great guy. And oh, I understand. It’s hard when everyone seem to know every detail about you.” Ryan nods in agreement, looking around a moment, taking a sip of his wine when he spots another face he knew. “So as far as others I recognize… hmm ah! And over there is one of the Princes of Cordonia, I believe the one that abdicated the throne. The cute one with him in the pink dress looks familiar too but I can’t place where I’ve seen her.” Sean looks over at Leo and the Lady Hana, as he later found out was her name, frowning slightly in thought. “I thought he looked familiar- he used to be on all the gossip websites. I’ve no clue who the girl is, though. His girl, maybe?” he said with a shrug then turns slightly, and points across the room. “The red head over there is my friend Quinn, and the girl with her is Michelle. We actually just got back from…. an Island getaway, so we nearly missed out on this.” Ryan smiles as he looks over at Sean’s friends. “An island getaway with those two? That sounds rather romantic. Reminds me of the time I played a down on his luck smuggler in the South Seas, got the worst sunburn though.” Sean laughed, “Romantic is the farthest thing from it I’m afraid- we were with a group, and some of the people there weren’t our biggest fans… ” He laughs again, “And sunburn is something I’ve been lucky enough to avoid in life.. You got to always slip slop slap!” “Yeah, you got that right! And the natives were restless eh?” Sean grins slightly “Just a little. But they turned out to be pretty great people once they got to know us. Sean then looked around, brows furrowed for a moment. "On a serious note… any clue what we all have in common? Seems like a weird group.” Ryan shrugged. “As for this group, your guess is as good as mine. You know Kenna our host?” Sean shook his head, scratching the back of his neck. “I know of her, but we haven’t met until tonight. I thought tonight may be something to do with Hartfeld, like a fundraiser… but it doesn’t seem like it.” Ryan nodded “Same impression I had, fundraising but… no long winded speeches and checkbooks spotted yet, guess we’ll find out together then” Sean laughs warmly “Yes! And so far nobody has come over to shower me in compliments, which is usually the big sign they’d like me to be generous.” He then goes quiet a moment, sipping his drink thoughtfully before changing the subject. “So tell me, how do you know Kenna?” “I met Kenna a ways back at a promotional event for one of my films, her and my friend Cass knew each other and kind of went from there, been friends since. She’s also lent the studio some of the artifacts in her collection for use in the films I’ve been in. And I think they want to use this castle at some point as well.” “Oh wow, that’s great!” Sean grins. “It would be amazing to see some of the artifacts she has- the history behind them would be incredible. I’m surprised they haven’t already used the castle- have you been here before?” Ryan nodded his agreement “Honestly I would like to see them as well. May not look it but a bit of a history buff myself. And no, this is my first time here actually.” Sean smiled thoughtfully as he continued “I think we’re all secretly a history buff. I only just recently became a fan of it myself.” He pauses, sipping his drink and he looks around at the others. “From what a few of the others here have said, nobody has been here before.” From what Ryan could tell, Sean clearly had some misgivings of this whole event, and was on edge, looking around and this crease of a frown always at his temples, something was nagging at him, but it wasn’t for Ryan to pry into. He’d only just met the guy after all. “Then it shall be a new adventure for all of us then.” He responded. Sean sighs, running his hand over his forehead. “I guess I should check in on Michelle and Quinn, see how they’re doing.” He smiled slightly to himself as he looks over at them. “If I’m honest, I hate this kind of thing, so I’m glad to have them here.” Ryan follows his gaze and smiles, then with a final sip he emptied his glass then setting it aside, he extends his hand again. “Well, I’m going to go do the rounds and see if I can’t sweet talk one of the servants into telling me when dinner is going to be served and when I find out more I’ll let you know. And maybe later we can get a chance to see that famous Number Five throwing arm in action!” Sean flashes a smile, shaking his hand firmly. “Sounds great- if you find out, let me know. I’m starving.” He laughs slightly. “And if you can find a football I’ll be more than happy to throw it around! Might break a few things in here though, so best take it outside.” “It’s a deal then! I’ll find a football, and then introduce me to your friends over dinner.” Ryan smiles with a wave as he moves off to continue his search for Kenna or one of the servants. “I’ll see you at dinner!” Sean nods in response, smiling back before moving off to meet some of the other guests. The rest of the night was a little blurry for him at the moment; he remembers meeting a couple other people, James another student at Hartfield University, a writer, who had written the script for that Indi Film that Hollywood was buzzing about. Brandon, a nice kid who worked the coffee shop at the same School, he too wanted to team up for whatever “Mystery Event” Kenna had planned. He also met Quinn, Sean’s friend, her smile was infectious, as was her laugh, and Jess, who went on this amazing cruise and had this crazy to do list with her family from her Grandma’s will. Also a girl named Brooke, a friend of Benjamin Park’s, who at last he also finally got to meet and plug his name in for a role in the upcoming adaptation of one of his comics. None of that mattered anymore though, not after the events that happened at dinner… That scream will stick with him for the rest of his life, which if things continue as they are, won’t be for much longer.   (Parts 2, 3 and 4 coming soon!)