#agatha harkness fic

[agathasangel]

Playing House (alpha!agatha harkness x omega!reader)

this is my first time doing anything omegaverse so yeah

warnings: omegaverse, mommy kink, kinda unhealthy relationship, professor!alpha!agatha, innocence/corruption kink, legal age gap, smut

word count: 1778

summary: agatha was your professor, and she took you under her wing. sure she was an alpha, you were an omega, and you had a crush on her and would always try to play house, but that doesn’t mean anything! Right?

You didn’t honestly expect that Agatha would want to be your alpha. Out of the kindness of her heart, she had taken you under her wing. At the time she was your neighbor, and a professor at the local college, which you had attended. You didn’t expect anything more than that.

Your first semester, you lived in a small apartment by yourself. You had made some friends, two betas and an alpha, and you were doing well in your classes. At first. The stress got to you quickly though. Your parents began to fight and told you they were splitting up at the same time as your friends turned on you. Your performance in your classes started to drop as well. You only had one good thing left, and that was your History of Witchcraft class with professor Agatha Harkness.

Agatha was a beautiful older woman who also happened to live on your floor. She was always kind to you and made sure you were okay.

“Hey, superstar. I heard you crying, are you okay? You wanna come over, have some company while you study? I can make you dinner.”

“I- I don’t want to bother you. I’m sorry you heard.”

“No bother at all, I’m serious. I just want to help you. God, this place is so tiny. Mine has a lot more space if you’re interested.” You came over to her apartment and spent a lovely, peaceful evening with her. You felt happy and less lonely. She did make dinner for you, and she didn’t make you talk about your problems. She just sat with you, being there if you needed her.

You would sometimes come over to her apartment just to talk, just to feel you had someone in your corner. You knew Agatha was an alpha, you could smell it on her, but you never discussed it. You assumed your attraction to her was probably not returned, as she had not yet made a move and you were so much younger than she was, and such a mess. You were there more and more, until you practically lived together. You even fell asleep on her couch from time to time and she would take care not to wake you, tucking you in and making some extra coffee the next morning.

Things changed between the two of you, slowly at first. You spent even more time with her, cuddling her and studying together and having fun. Your liked to cook for her, and you thought it was fun to play house a bit with the older, more experienced alpha. It fulfilled a fantasy you had that you didn’t think was possible. But she always played along, and was loving and caring.

“You’re just adorable, baby. You made this for me?” She would say after you surprised her with dinner.

“Of course!”

You also liked to bake, and were quite good at it. You would use your talent to impress Agatha every chance you got, and it worked.

“That’s amazing. You’re gonna make some alpha really happy one day, hon.”

Agatha never acknowledged that you were an omega before. You were sure that she knew, but she never said anything about it. If you were honest, the fact that she was acknowledging it at all excited you.

Agatha liked to show that she could be protective of you as well.

“It’s okay, little one. Mama’s got you,” she would say, possessively wrapping an arm around you as you watched a scary movie. She often referred to herself as mama or mommy and eventually got you to call her by those names as well. One day she suggested that the two of you begin sharing her bed instead of you sleeping on her pull-out couch like you’ve been.

“It might be good for you. Comforting. I know you get nightmares and it might be nice to have mommy to look out for you, isn’t that right baby?”

“Yes, mommy. Please let me sleep in your bed.”

You were adorably naive, oblivious to the alpha’s obvious attraction to you. To everyone else it seemed shameless, the older woman doting on you and constantly being with you. But you just took it as the affection you needed. Her being nice to you, almost too nice. You didn’t seriously think she wanted you like that. But then, you didn’t see the way Agatha stared when you weren’t paying attention, the way she watched you as you slept peacefully next to her. You didn’t know that the real reason Agatha would often shift her body when you cuddled up to her was so you wouldn’t feel her arousal. You had no idea how your scent drove her crazy, and never questioned how she would disappear into the bathroom increasingly often as your scent began to be a permanent fixture of the house. Agatha managed to control herself, knowing she would scare you off if she moved the relationship too fast. But this was killing her. She wanted you more than anything in the world.

Everything changed one day, when you were busy studying for finals. Your last semester you managed to pass, but your grades weren’t great. You desperately wanted to ace this semester and raise your gpa, and you were studying so hard that you forgot something vital.

You forgot to take your heat suppressants.

Shit.

You didn’t know what to do. You couldn’t focus on studying anymore, that was for sure. And Agatha was away. Even if she was with you, would she want to be your alpha? Would she be uncomfortable? You knew Agatha would surely be able to tell.

And oh, she could tell. The second Agatha got home, she could smell it. You were in heat. It was time.

“You okay there, superstar? Need a little help?”

“I- I’m okay! Don’t worry about me Aggie…”

“No. Don’t do that,” Agatha said as she came over to you, “Stop pretending you don’t want me. I’ve been so patient, taking care of you and convincing you and making sure I don’t scare you. And now you need me, don’t you?”

“I didn’t think- I didn’t think you’d want to be with me…”

“What did you think this was then, little one? You didn’t think I wanted you? You didn’t think you’ve been driving me crazy? Of course you didn’t. Sweet, innocent thing.”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. This woman you loved and wanted felt the same way about you. She gently rested her hands on you and propped you up against some pillows. She felt you shaking.

“My poor little girl. Poor baby,” Agatha said, teasingly rubbing her hands on your inner thighs, covered in slick.

“Mommy… please…”

“Baby, I think it’s only fair that you feel what you do to me before I make you feel better. You’ve been such a tease. Feel, baby.”

She grabbed your hand and placed it on the crotch of her pants, her bulge apparent. You rubbed it a bit and she let out a low groan.

“That feels so fucking good baby. I can’t wait to be inside you.”

You whined, growing more impatient. Agatha spread your thighs and rubbed her clothed bulge against your aching pussy.

“Please, mommy! Take me, claim me! I need you to be my alpha, please. Please I want you mommy…”

“Aww, your begging is adorable, baby. Have you wanted me all this time? And you’ve never said anything?”

“I didn’t think… I didn’t think you… ugh…”

“God, you’re so fucking naive. You’re a pretty, sweet little omega. Why would you ever think the alpha you live with wouldn’t notice you? Wouldn’t be desperate to make you hers?”

You had never really thought of yourself that way. You didn’t think you were the type of omega that someone like Agatha would be so completely desperate for. But you were, and she was.

“Make me yours, Alpha. Please.”

Agatha took it slow at first, starting with one finger, as you whined and begged for more.

She added another finger, while teasing you.

“You’re such a sweet thing. You’ve never even had an alpha before have you? You’ve gone this long without being satisfied, just trying to take your heat suppressants and live life on your own?”

And another finger.

“Poor baby. That’s not what an Omega needs. Cute little Omegas like you need an Alpha to take care of them, to own them. You’ve shown me during all these months we’ve lived together that that’s what you need. You keep pretending to be my wife, cooking and cleaning and decorating. It’s adorable, and I knew exactly what it meant. Tell me what you want, baby. Tell me.”

“I want you to be my Alpha! I want you to own me!”

“That’s right, baby. Now that you’re all warmed up, let’s finally start this.” Agatha pulled her fingers out of you and you whined at the loss, but knew something better was coming as she began taking her clothes off. Under her shirt was a lacy black bra, and she unzipped her fly.

“Mommy needs to be inside you, baby. Are you ready?”

“Please, Mommy. Please, I can’t wait any longer! I need your pups inside me!”

“Oh you do, don’t you?” Said Agatha as she entered you, causing a loud, shaky moan of pure pleasure to fall out of you. “You want Mommy to knot you, to fill you up, trapped inside you until she’s satisfied?”

You nodded frantically and begged for more, harder, it felt so good to be filled up and stretched so thoroughly.

“You’re so big, Mommy! It’s so good, you feel so good!”

“I’m gonna stretch you out, little one, you’re gonna be my perfect little Omega fucktoy! Yes, that feels better than I imagined. I’m- baby- is it really okay if I knot you, if I give you a bite, I think I’m about to-“

“Please! Knot me! Claim me! I want to be yours forever, I want your pups, please…”

You felt Agatha growing even bigger inside of you and figured this must be her knot. You have never in your whole life felt a pleasure this intense, and it was intensified as Agatha bit down on your neck as she came inside of you. You gave her a matching bite as she continued to rut inside you as you finally came.

“I can’t believe you’re finally mine. I love you, my little angel. You’ll be so happy with me, I promise I’ll give you the best life.”

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[sapphickorro]

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Assistant

Pairing(s) - g!p CEO!Agatha Harkness x fem!Reader

summary: You question your boss about the work you have to do (or rather don’t have to do) as an assistant.

warnings: girl penis!!, men grabbing you, mommy kink, dirty talk, oral, penetration, unprotected sex, p in v, smut!!!!

word count: 2,227

A/N: Agatha? g!p Agatha??? Yes. Mommy.

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The sound of keyboards clacking fill the rather quiet room. Light mutters and phones ringing accompany the early morning office space. 

You run back and forth, carrying hot cups of coffee to workers in cubicles and conference rooms. Although working as an intern for a well known electric company provides decent pay, you despise the workers there.

Your meaningless hours are spent being treated like a lapdog to those above you in the corporate hierarchy, having no say in your treatment as you’re desperate for a job during this time. 

“Shit!” You exclaim as you look up seeing an angered face in front of you. You had just spilt hot coffee all over one of the managers. Fearing for your job you pull out a packet of napkins from your skirt pocket profusely apologizing as you attempt to wipe off the brown liquid from their blouse. 

A sharp hand clasps your wrists causing you to yelp out. 

“Can’t even do one thing right, you impudent intern.” The man in front of you drags you away to your supervisor’s office. Your eyes widen as you realize that your mistake had potentially cost you your job. His grip on your wrist is not nearly hurting as much as it’s overshadowed by the anxiety that fills your lungs.

Your soft apologies do nothing to ease his temper as he knocks loudly on the door of your supervisor. ‘M. Rambeau’ are the letters that occupy the sign plastered next to the door. 

The man holding you is about to knock again as the door swiftly opens, his fist still in the air halting as through the other side reveals another woman standing from inside the room. Her attire flushed with tints of purple. 

“M-Ms. Harkness!” The man stutters out. He straightens his posture and looks at her, his hands getting clammy from the mere presence of her.

“This better be worth my time.” She says flatly, staring at the man so intently almost as if she was traveling through his irises. 

“It seems to be that I caught Ms. Rambeau at a bad time, I’ll return later.” He says quickly as he’s about to turn back around from the way he entered through. “Wait.” Agatha says halting the man in his path.

“Is this man bothering you?” She walks up to you pulling you into her arms and effectively dropping the grip the man had on you. Her arms caress your shoulders, sending a wave of electricity to run through your body. He tries to plead his case, “No, Miss. I was just-” 

“I don’t recall asking for your statement.” She cuts him off. She looks down at you expecting an answer to come out of your mouth. “No, I made a mistake and he was rightfully angry.” 

The answer seems to ease the man in front of you as he lets out a sigh. “I see, such an humble girl you are.” She smiles down at you. “However, I expect that you receive an apology for the manhandling, don’t you think?”

You nod up at her and she turns her head towards the man. 

“I’m truly sorry for the actions I made in my tempered state. Please forgive me.” He says, bowing his head. 

“Well?” You quickly mutter that you forgive him and Agatha adds, “Next time I see you touching a worker like that, expect your things to be packed. Understood?” 

With a quick nod, the man scampers off.

“Aren’t you a cute one?” Agatha boops your nose. Her high heels cause you to have to tilt your head up to look at her. You avert your eyes to avoid her intense gaze, noticing Monica sitting at her desk staring at the two of you. Your face flushes at the eyes on you.

“Do you work on this floor?” She grabs your lanyard looking at your name and position. “An intern?” 

“Yes, ma’am. I just started a couple weeks ago.” 

“It’d be a shame for such an adorable little treat like you to go to waste. Why don’t you work as my assistant?” She rubs her hands warmly over your back.

“Are you serious? That’d be lovely.” Your smile beams at her, warming her heart.

Agatha Harkness turned out to be the CEO and chairwoman of the whole company. You cursed yourself out for not doing your research on the company you were interning for earlier. 

You hadn’t done anything while working under her. Well, not that she would let you. She put it as “Just sit still and look pretty for me, baby.” 

Everytime you would offer to get her coffee or carry out papers for her she would respond with something like, “I don’t want your pretty little hands to have to lift a single thing.” 

It had been a week of doing absolutely nothing for 8 hours a day until you finally snapped, asking her, “Ms. Harkness, I need to ask. Why did you hire me to be your assistant in the first place if I do even less than what I would be doing, interning?” 

She pauses her typing to look up at you from across the room. You’re seated on her couch, her office is spacious with minimal decorations aside from the purple colored crystals adorning the room and rugs that seem too clean, like everything else Agatha owned, pristine and neat. The empty room makes you feel small, petite like how she describes you. 

Agatha takes off her glasses and places them to the side of her desk. She clasps her hands like a ball and places them under her chin. The silence is too long for you, her staring makes you feel like you had asked a stupid question and your body starts to fidget.

“Listen hun, I thought I was being real obvious with this, but I find you attractive. Very attractive. Like, I want to fuck you, attractive.” Her bluntness causes your eyes to widen. Your face flushes red and heat rushes down your body. 

“I don’t need an assistant. That’s what I have a secretary for, but when I saw you, I couldn’t imagine a sweet little thing like you working in a company where there’s nothing but sharks wanting to eat you alive.” You remain silent, unsure what to say. Her flattery causes your body to react along with it. Agatha lowers her hands and places them onto her lap. She leans back in her chair emitting a relaxed look, “You can go back to how you were, interning and serving coffee to rude men, or you can stay here with me. It’s your choice.” 

“So…you want me to…have sex with you?” You mutter out. 

“I won’t make you do anything you don’t want to, but I need to know right now, do you want me?” She says lowly, straightening her posture. A second passes as the two of you stare at each other. 

With a breathless voice, you respond, “Yes.”

Agatha lightly smirks, adoring the way she makes you react. She stands up stalking towards you slowly. When she’s right in front of you, she holds your face in her hands and rubs your cheek softly with her thumb. You crane your head up vertically to look at her.

She leans down so her head is right next to your ear and whispers, “Last chance to back out.” 

“I want you.” You whisper back.

It takes Agatha less than a second to turn her head and capture your lips into her own. The both of you moaning into each other’s mouths from the contact. Her lips are plump and addicting. She quickly forces her tongue into your mouth and scours every crevice desperately. 

She starts to unbutton the bottom buttons on your blouse and you quickly help her out by unbuttoning your top ones. When your blouse is free, you take no time to work it off your arms and your hands quickly find perch behind Agatha’s neck. 

Agatha’s hands find the hooks on the back of your bra and undoes them. She steps back admiring your bare chest. Her dark lust filled eyes cause you to cower away wanting to cover up your chest. 

“Oh baby, don’t be shy. You’re perfect.” She kneels down, taking one of your nipples into her mouth. You let out a whimper as one of your hands fly into her hair, gripping it. She moans at your light tug and moves her hand to cup your other breast quickly fondling it. 

She lets go of your nipple with a pop and moves up towards your neck starting to mark you. 

“I need to taste you, baby.” Agatha moves her hands down to your skirt and she starts to tug at it. You lift your hips slightly to help aid her with undressing you. When you’re left with nothing but your cotton underwear she sticks out her tongue and licks her way down to the wet spot seeping through the material of your garments. 

“You’re so wet. It’s like a buffet down here, hun.” You kick off your underwear with her help and she drops completely to her knees. She grabs your thighs and pulls them over her shoulders so she’s face to face with your clit. 

“I’m going to ravage you.” She says before swooping down to your bud and sucking it. You emit a loud moan at the sudden wetness from her mouth.

“Fuck!” Your hands find her hair again and pull on it. She moans as she lifts her face off your center. 

“You taste so good.” She dives back in licking and tasting your insides. You were sure that you wouldn’t last long with the way she was moving her tongue.

“Ah, mommy. Please.” Agatha can feel your orgasm coming and slips her tongue out. You let out a whine and tug at her hair. 

“No tugging.” She moves your hands away from her hair and stands up. “I was so close!” 

“I know baby, I know.” She unbuttons her blazer and slips out of it, dropping the coat to the floor. She rolls up her sleeves and places one hand under your chin.

“But look what you’ve done to mommy.” Agatha grabs your palm with her free hand and places it on the bulge protruding from her pants that matched her blazer. She unzips her pants and lets it slide off along with her boxers, the clothes pooling down by her ankles. Her rock hard cock flies out sticking up into the air.

“You wanna make mommy feel better?” She asks cooing at you as you nod fervently. She moves to the other end of the couch resting her knees onto the soft cushion. She shuffles towards you, separating your knees from each other. 

You swallow nervously as she moves the tip of her cock closer to your entrance. The size of it scaring you slightly. 

She notices the hesitation on your face and decides to take a hold of your hand. She lifts it to her face and kisses the back. “I’ll be gentle with you, but I can’t promise that I’ll be able to stop myself once I’m in you.” 

With that, she sticks her tip into the entrance of your pussy, slowly sliding in more. You gasp at her stretching you out, she already fills you up with only half of her length in. She moans your name into the air as she feels your tight walls around her.

“Fuck baby, you’re so warm.” She lowers her body so it’s hovering above you. Her hands rest on either side of your face. She swiftly thrusts her cock into you without warning causing you to yelp out, arching your back. 

“Shhhh, you’re doing so well for me.” Agatha moves one of her hands to push the hair out of your face. She admires the way your face contorts while adjusting to the size within you. Her cock pulses in you and it sends waves of pleasure through your body. 

“You ready?” You reply to her question with a small nod and she starts to move back and forth, dropping her face into your neck to give you more markings. 

“I’m so full.” You moan out into the air. Agatha’s hands move down to your breasts, fondling them lightly. 

She starts to move faster at a pace that you were unprepared for. Her cock slams into you at an uneven pace as Agatha tries to chase her orgasm. 

“Mommy, I’m gonna cum.” 

“I know baby, I’m close too. I’m gonna fuck every last drop of me into you.” You come undone with her words in your ears, arching your back and moaning her name. She follows soon after, her cum filling up your insides. Your thighs shake from the burst of pleasure.

Agatha stills in you and for a while, all that’s heard throughout the room is the panting and heaving that comes from the two of you. The odor of sex filling the room.

Agatha lifts her head from your neck and looks at you. Removing the shirt off of her chest and revealing her bra before unhooking it, leaving her upper half bare. “Round two?” 

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[madwomansapologist]

figurants still exist even during commercials break | agatha harkness

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synopsis: You are lucky. At least, that's what you've spent your whole life believing. After the blip, seeing what the world has become, you finally understood: you were a witch. Afraid of what that meant, you decided to isolate yourself. It would be safer for everyone. You just didn't think you would end up in a sitcom. Or that you wouldn't be the only person to realize that. [6K]

warnings: agatha fantasize about killing you (you want to fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid). mutual hate to reluctant allies to future lovers. sunshine x grumpy. murder (but only if you really think about it. so just don't). reality stone powers. what if... manifesting was a power. probability control. post-blip. discovering powers. blue magic!reader. reader is pretty much a reckless being to the point there is a borderline suicide attempt. curse words. female!reader. wanda maximoff. pietro maximoff (dead). geraldine (monica rambeau). dottie (sarah proctor).

Some people have difficult lifes. Some people need to work hard and don't even get what they want. Some people always lose. Don't matter what they do, don't matter how much they try. Of course you feel terrible sorry for them. You just can't relate.

You don't have the time to count how many times you heard stories about people hating their new haircut. That must be sooo awful. Or that myth that some people don't like how they look in front of a dressing room mirror. And imagine how painful it must be to break a nail.

You can't even imagine how complicated this might be. Life is just... easier for you. You collect coincidences, are best friend with chance, can guess the writings of fate. What else can you say? You're lucky. Very, very lucky.

Yes, you don't know how it feels to miss a bus. And yes, you quickly got a new, better job everytime you got fired. And yes, it's true, you are guilty. At least if having what you want, how you want it, when you want it is considered a crime.

But apparently you are not that lucky.

Because all those things... they don't really matter. Your life wouln't end if you got one or two B grades at school. And breaking a nail probably isn't that painful. At least you think so. Having a bad haircut must be a... humble experience. Working in a horrible job because money is the only thing that separates you from death must be a traumatic lifestyle, but you can do it. You can. Yes, you totally can.

There was only one moment that you needed to be lucky — you didn't want to, you didn't prefer if you were, you had to. You needed to be lucky, you needed to. And in the only moment that really mattered... all that lucky just vanished.

And it only took one snap.

In a moment, you were trying on the earrings you saw through a shop window. Swarovski. You didn't intend on buying it, dear lord, you just wanted to see how they would look on you. Black swans in pavé on two-centimeter pearls. They cost more than half your salary.

And when you turned around to ask if you could try on the white swan pair, all you saw was an abandoned storefront.

There were no more display windows, no more sparkling crystal, no more saleswomen with bright smiles and elegant attitudes. There were no other customers, no mirrors, no white light. No furniture, no movement, no life. Empty. Countertops smeared with dust. Sheets covered the display cases, but dim light filtered through them.

That must be a weird dream. You pinched yourself and the pain surprised you. You could hear your heartbeat, feel your hair tickling your face and your mouth drying. Awake. Alive.

You guess that, well, that mean those earrings... are yours now?

Slowly, you walked to the locked door. The moment you grabbed the dusty doorknob it broke in your hand and the door opened by itself. The light blinded you when you left the store.

Everything was different. Completely different. It wasn't in that street you walked on earlier. These cars... you've never seen anything like this before. And why is it getting dark? You were on your way to work, it's still early. Why it is so dark out of sudden?

Then you noticed the powder... no. Not powder. This was different. These particles came together and in moments there was a person in front of you.

You... No. No. That's not happening. You're not... Nothing made sense. Nothing was right. Your heart began to ache in your chest, your heartbeats deafened you, your mind no longer knew what to imagine.

Horns woke you up. You were in the middle of the street. Have you been walking? You don't remember moving. You tried to cross the avenue, but there were so many cars. Some managed to stop, causing others to hit their rear. Some drivers swerved to the side and ended up hitting other cars.

When you reached the sidewalk, there was only chaos left behind you. And you didn't have a single scratch.

You're lucky, you always knew that, but this... This is not a coincidence. This is not chance. Something is really wrong.

It didn't took you that long to understand what happened. Five years for others, mere seconds for you. For days you felt like you were trapped in a nightmare. But there was one thing that kept you on your feet. One thing that stopped you from going batshit crazy.

Your luck. Or, well, something else. Entirely. You can't call it luck anymore. It's a Thing. A Thing that helps you, that protect you, that shapes the world around you.

Little by little, you started to notice things. How you never got sick. How you don't remember feeling pain. You just don't. Nothing bad really happened to you. Your life wasn't perfect, and certainly you don't enjoy being blipped for five years, but before that nothing bad happened to you.

And the world has changed a lot. Its been so long since powerful people started to show up. And you saw somethings. They were really so different between one another, from a nordic deity to a rich genius, but they were more than normal people. And since you come back, you think you might be more too.

So you made a decision. And you assume it was reckless. You assume it may have gone really wrong. But you never were know by your caution.

You started to test that Thing. You started to try it out. To play with its limits. To see at what point it would stop working. At what moment it would break.

You crossed the street without looking. Let knives fall towards your feet. Went to places without knowing how you would get out of there. Ignored police warnings. Touched bloodstained blades. Walked towards the subway stop. Took off your belt during turbulence in the plane.

You did everything you could, but it just wasn't enough. Not enough to prove that something wrong was happening to you. So you did something else. Something stupid. Something so uterly reckless that it was borderline a suicide attempt. Something that, if you survived, would mean that you were right.

You had no idea it was so easy to climb over the railing of a bridge and hang over the river. Shouldn't it have some kind of protection? What if someone tried to do something to themselves?

You hesitated. You prayed. And then you jumped.

In your defense...

You have none.

Except that you didn't fell into the water.

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Westview wasn't on Agatha's initials plans. She didn't plan on going to a bankrupt small town in the middle of nowhere. Agatha could be anywhere, doing anything, but she sensed it. The power. The desolation. The inexperience.

It was such a strong presence it seemed like a trap. Agatha couldn't help but to give it a chance. The reward was worth the risk.

When she saw the hex, Agatha couldn't help but feel hunger. Crossing the deep layer that separed the town from the rest of the world, Agatha was able to read the signs. Read the project signature so to speak. That made her giggle in antecipation.

Agatha got so melancholic when Thanos snapped and Wanda Maximoff was turned to dust. She had so much potential. Within good condition and time, Wanda could grow. She could become stronger, wiser, effective. Agatha always wanted to drein it from her.

Now she has the chance.

And that's how she became Agnes, the nosy neighbor. She enjoyed the black & while aesthetic, and its been long since Agatha got the chance to have fun with her prey. Pretending to help Wanda with her special dinner, Agatha settle everything for her to fail. For her to wake up from this humiliating dream and left those stupid things behind.

She assumes that making Mrs. Hart beg for Wanda to stop was a little too much. Agatha thought she needed to be abrupt, sudden, but it's not the case. That dinner was too much. Agatha needs to be more subtle, more unerving.

There was the moment she came up with Dottie. Intimidating, but not violent. Assertive, but not too aware of her surroundings. Confrontational, but too busy to focus on something.

Dottie was the perfect character to ruin Wanda's ilusion. It was suppossed to create just the right amount of fear and anxiety to make Wanda stop that bullshit. It was suppossed to be the end of Agatha's struggle and the beginning of Wanda's. It was suppossed to be so many things.

But you.

Disobedient, friendly, conciliatory you.

"We only have a few hours until show time", Dottie picked on Wanda's distraction as quickly as she could. Such a great pawn. "So a little less cross chatter and a little more focus."

Wanda tried to hide her embarrass. When she was about to say something, you placed your glass on the table, drawing everyone's attention to you.

"I agree with Geraldine. Those are some really nice pants, dear", you smiled to Wanda. Looking at Dottie, your smile seem to grow even bigger. "Please, go on, Dottie. It's an honor to count with you to bring a smile to those little boys and girls. For the children."

"For the children", the women spoke in unison. Except by Wanda, who was followed by a laugh track. The same thing happened during the round of palm.

Whenever Dottie was about to make Wanda uncomfortable, you found a away to step in. You pest. You kept on smiling at the wrong moment, reassuring Wanda whenever she couldn't understand a social clue, making Dottie laugh and lose track of what she was saying.

Agatha was so close of snapping your neck. She could see life escaping from your eyes, your warm blood against her skin, your pain emanating until there were no you anymore. Agatha didn't care if you weren't her target, if she wouldn't take any power from you: she wanted to see you dead.

But Wanda would notice your abscence on this stupid nightmarish town.

So Agatha tried to stop you. To lure you into being quiet, into being mean to Wanda, into saying you needed to go. Apparently Wanda's desire for you to be the kind, young neighbor was too strong. Perhaps Agatha thought too little of her.

What Agatha didn't know was that she'd also underestimated you.

As soon as Wanda wasn't near she grabbed your wrist and pulled you to a more private place. "Stop talking", Agatha said through her teeth. "And don't be near Wanda."

Your smile was filled with distrust, but she didn't notice it. "Sure, Agnes", your sweet words were almost replaced by an incredulous laugh, but you managed to hold back. You blinked to her, still into your character. "As you wish."

You watched as that lying bitch went closer to whisper something on Sarah's ear. No. You have to make sure to remember to call them by their fake names. So you watched as that lying bitch whispered something on Dottie's ear.

You did as Agnes — or whatever her name is — said, but not because she could control you. You did it because you had a lot of questions, and you knew that being subtle was your only way to maybe get some answers.

You're getting to know Wanda. Trying to understand if she has control of what is happening. If she even understands what she's doing. Wanda is a hero. She saved so many, fought so much, lost more than someone should ever. Your know that someone must be controling her. Using her. You just don't understand for what.

But why that fucker was pretending to be part of that town? Agnes wasn't here before. She wasn't here even at the time this whole magic trap started. Why did she entered the town? What did she expect to get from here? Why she is stronger than your neighbors?

Agnes isn't the only intruder. Geraldine also is not from here, but she don't seem to get a say into what happens. Agnes ordered you to do what she wanted, Geraldine seem like someone trying to get information. While one treated you like a brain-washed puppet ready to obey, the other tried to understand why you were in this situation.

And honestly, you also don't really know. At the time it seem like a wise decision. But now... Now it just looks like you're unlucky. And you never thought you would believe such a thing.

Your powers were the reason why you runaway from NYC. Not even a million dollars would made you stay there, not now that you are so sure you have powers. It would be only a matter of time for you to end up drawing atention. This city looks like it has magnets to super villains. You didn't want to fight anyone, to be part of any group, to fear for you and your loved ones safety.

Moving on was great. You got your house in such a great deal. And in Westview you can really breath in. The world is crumbling, the blip made everything worse, but there... There you feel like a person, not like a being that lost five years of your life. You felt a little bit less empty.

You planted blue lilies. You didn't know you had a talent for gardening, it was a nice surprise. Sarah Proctor and her daughter welcomed you with chocolate cake and cherries. Your favorite. For the first time in your life you bought a welcome mat. Sharon — now Mrs. Hart — became your gossip buddy.

It was nice there. Westview was a good place to grow up and rest a little bit. You would even say it was perfect. Until it happened.

At first you thought it was just a weird sensation. You had weird dreams, dreams that looked like someone else's memories. It was entering in rooms someone had just left. Or knowing that someone is just waiting for you to get out of a room to enter it. It was words that didn't felt like yours, actions that didn't felt like yours, clothes that didn't felt like yours.

You felt trapped, but couldn't see your jail. Today you woke up after a nightmare that wasn't yours, put on clothes you never saw, and walked towards a neighbors meeting you didn't know would happen. And in that moment, when you saw Wanda entering the club area all your neighbors were silently waiting for her, you woke up.

You could hear Wanda whispering into your mind. Sending you directions of what to do, what to say, what to think. After you started to help Wanda you could also hear Agnes' instructions, normally going against Wanda's ones. They wanted different things from you. Wanda wanted empathy, Agnes wanted you away from the avenger.

So you gave them both what they wanted.

You didn't talk to Wanda for the rest of the meeting or got near her. But whenever you felt that she was scared, or uncomfortable, you just did something to draw atention to you. Dropped a glass, spoke louder than you should, fell into the pool.

For Wanda, you were the comic relieve she needed. For Agnes, you kinda of behaved.

"Wanda", Dottie called the redhead when she was almost getting out of the pool area. Wanda came back with a bright smile and anxious eyes. "You were selected to clean the area today."

"I'm so lucky to help", Wanda's smile got even bigger. So obviously fake. "Who else will help me?"

"No one", Dottie blinked. "It's work for one woman."

"I can help", you raised your hand. "Two brains are better than one, and four hands get the job done."

Before anyone could speak, you felt arms getting intertwined with yours. Agnes gave your forearm a gentle squeeze, her flashy smile catching your attention. "Haven't you agreed on helping me with my presentation? If I depended on Ralph's help I know for sure that everything would just explode."

You forced an sweet laugh, pretending to know what she's talking about. "Sorry, Wanda. But the next time you're selected, I gonna help you for sure."

"It will be soon", Dottie whispered. "Now you both should finish your own presentation. And don't forget-"

"For the children", you three shouted at the same time.

That made Dottie relax a little bit. Poor, Sarah. It may be something your mind made up, but you see melancholia on her eyes. She must be so scared. If everyone here can also hear Wanda's instructions and nightmares, than she's also so tired.

Will the Avengers came to help? Will they save everyone and defeat whoever is controling Wanda? Do they even know this is happening?

What can you do? What should you do?

Agatha started walking, what made you do the same. You kept yourself quiet, unsure if this curse made Westview' citizens stay in their character even if they are away from Wanda. You forced a smile, just in case.

"I'm guessing Ralph isn't a helpful..."

Agatha held your wrist, her nails marking into your skin. "Quiet", she ordered. You chose to do as she said. And you did it with a smile.

Walking throught the neighborhood, Agatha didn't even knew she was making you a favor. You spend the last days locked into the same scenario, and just now you could understand what was happening to your brain. With Agatha forcing you to follow her, she gave you the chance to see how things are going.

Even without Wanda near, all your neighbors acted how they were suppossed to. Infinite smiles, chores done perfectly, key phrasew repeating here and there. But the more you walk, the more haunted this town seems. The more lifeless it is.

And when you almost thought this all may be just a bad dream, Agatha pulled you against a wall. Surprised, you didn't knew how to react when she grabbed you by your chin.

"Wanda worked a lot on you." Her eyes glowed with a deep purple tone. Her hands were warm against your skin. "So obedient to her, so difficult to work with." Agatha looked into your eyes. It was so difficult to keep on looking at her, but you did it anyway. "I'll love to break you."

Before you could open your mouth, she touched your forehead and a electric wave passed through your body. When you opened your eyes again, Agatha was still in front of you. But her eyes, her forest green eyes, were lifeless.

And with a certainty you never expected to have you just knew: Agatha was into your mind. You could feel her wandering. Exploring. Trying to find a breaking point hidden inside of you and destroy it.

And you just couldn't just let her do whatever she wanted to you.

You didn't knew how your magic works. You don't know if you can be considered a witch. All you know is that reality bends towards your needs and desires. So you did the only thing that has always worked for you.

You thought about what you want to happens. You desired it with all your being, closed your eyes and begged to have what is yours, and waited. So you waited.

And before you could say hocus pocus, Agatha blinked. She spend a few seconds just looking around, completely lost. It remember you of all the times as kid where you woke up in your bed, so scared and confused because you had slept on the couch.

"I was", Agatha dry tone come out. Not those high pitches she uses to appear friendly, her real voice. It was so different. So mature and certain. "What was I doing?"

"I thought you were about to kiss me", you still used your fake tone. "I'm not Ralph, sweetie!"

Agatha stared at you, but this time you didn't feel threaned. You just felt seen. She looked at every detail, not caring about the time she was wasting. Agatha analized your eyes, looking deep into your soul. Her gaze seem to carress your skin, shivers went down your spine. Agatha eyes landed on you mouth for a second, and then came back to your eyes.

"Yes." Agatha like she has touched something secured and received a chock. "You're nothing like him." It wasn't a fight nor a battle, but she felt like she lose one. "What are you?"

Something glimpsed in your eyes, Agatha was sure she seem it. Did her little tricky woke you up from Wanda's magic? But at the moment she was sure something happened to you, that same bright smile came back to your face. "Clearly not Ralph", your forced laugh hurted Agatha's ear.

Agatha made you follow her, but this time she didn't felt the need to be violent. Her silence wasn't a threat, but a sign that she was thinking. Maybe Wanda is stronger than she thought. Maybe she was able to create a protection barrier in some of her play things.

But that does not change what she saw in your life yes. When Agatha made sure Dottie would behave, for a few minutes she saw pure fear. Dottie tried everything to get help, then everything to get away from her. But you... She didn't saw fear.

She saw determination.

When you both got near to your house, right in front of Wanda's, everything was normal again. Neighbors talking more, their gestures making sense, their eyes not showing any emotion. Wanda must be at her house now, so life quickly decided to follow her steps.

At your doorframe, you took the keys from your pockets and unlocked the door. "Do you already know what you will do for the talent show? I'm really good with flowers, but I don't think it can be of any help."

"I won't do anything", Agatha didn't noticed she answered you. A few minutes before she would ignore you, but this time she just talked back. "See you in the next scene."

When you closed your door, you locked it really slowly. When nothing happened, you breathe in and tried to calm yourself. Everything is okay. You can do it.

You need to.

On her way out of the entrance of your house, Agatha noticed the blue lilies — they were black and white, but Agatha knows they're blue just as she knows that Wanda's flowers are red and hers are purple.

It wasn't just a fabricated line. You really are good with flowers.

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Your usually don't notice the decades changing.

The last time it happened everything was still black and white and you could hear laugh tracks from inside your house. You thought you were on a Lucy episode, the moment you realized it wasn't the case was when you found pants on your wardrobe.

Althought Wanda changed everything — and you have a theory that she does it at her sleep, not even aware of what is happening —, you still found little ways to retain your autonomy wherever it happened.

Like those pants. Their tissue was too thick, it didn't feel nice. You prefer when it is more silky. So you put them on your wardrobe and closed the doors, imagining what you wanted them to be.

When you opened it again, they were perfect.

Your powers don't look like the witch movies you grew up watching, nor with the things you know Wanda can do. You don't cast spells, no one taugh you magic, you don't have black cats waiting for you at your house. But you do have a way with changing reality.

And, yes, it can be seen as a selfish act. Like when your hair was cut during your sleep. You took a bath and your hair grew while you washed it. Easy, peasy. Mostly selfish, but you also use it to help your neighbors.

You restored your neighbors clothes. You know it worked because you saw Sarah using her worn out mom jeans at her bedroom during the 60's. And you also shut Wanda's mind. Now they can have dreamless sleeps. All those horrible nightmares now are only hers. And yours.

Wanda has a lot of them. About her parents, her brother, her husband. She's always suffering, remembering her bombered country, her days at Hydra, her moments with the Avengers. A monster after another, a death after another.

You could feel melancholy taking over your body, rising like static through your legs and freezing your mind. It is impossible to speak, move, change something. It's disabling. Is this how Wanda feels?

Is this how Wanda always feels?

You wanted to be able to help her, to fix everything, but you never have a chance to be alone with her. Maybe if you could only talk to her, not playing a character or trying to fool her, you can do something. Just a genuine sign of kindness, of care, of worry. A friend. Maybe this all she needs. A good friend.

But they are always following her. Vision — you were so sure he died, but now you don't know if you can trust the things you heard —, Dottie, Mrs Hart. Geraldine. She is still a question mark for you, but you feel she have good intentions. But it wasn't just them. It would be so easier to make them go away. The real problem is Agnes.

You're sure she's plotting something. You know that. Maybe there is someone hidden in this town and Agnes is using Wanda's powers to found them. Maybe she's dreining her. Or she's being paid to do that. You wished you were smarter. Than you may have already found a way to stop her.

But what can you do? What could you ever do to those help people? You don't know how to fight, how to protect you, how to protect them. You don't even really know what exactly you are. What scares you is... what if this is all you can do? What if this is your best? That all you are able to do is make them sleep better at night?

That night you went to be wishing for someone to taugh you how to use your magic. You desired it with all your heart. And in some ways your wish was granted. But not how you wanted. Not how you expected.

It was as easy to noticed when it changed to the 70's as to hear the babies' crying from Wanda's house. When you got there, accompanied by your closest neighbors, the next hour where the scariest of your life. You've never felt so uncomfortable, small, impotent. And you have your reasons to be sure about it:

1) Wanda wasn't pregnant the day prior her labor;

2) Those babies were way older than just a few hours;

3) Geraldine was at her house and now she is nowhere to be found;

4) You have a husband.

And that is way more than you can take. Isn't enough all the anguish you're going through enough? All this concern, fear, hopelessness? Apparently you are the only person that could do something, but you can't and this is killing you. And now this. This!

He followed you everywhere. Talked to everyone. Held Billy and Tommy while implying that you both would be the next couple to have kids. He even tried to kiss you!

And no matter when it was finally night and you went to your house: he kept on following you. Calling you love. You did all you could, screamed at him and slapped him across the face,but it never worked: he ate dinner with you, walked around your house with you, went to sleep with you.

His snoring kept you awake all night.

You knew that being subtle was the best choice, but your bondaries have been crossed a long time ago and now you can't take it anymore. That's enough.

"My husband will dissappear", you murmured to yourself. You kept on saying this again, and again, and again. A new mantra, your own way to fall asleep.

You had a dream, and in this dream you were a witness.

You saw two kids. They were young, their faces so rounded, you couldn't help but to smile. They were watching something, a old soap opera where someone finally revealed their true identity. One of the kids, the little boy with naive eyes, gasped so loud you almost got scared.

You only looked at her when the little boy stared at the other side of the couch. Somehow you knew that he wanted a confimation that this was really as surprising as he thought. But when you looked at the redhead girl, all you saw was a blank expression.

She wasn't bored. You knew that. She was just sad. Filled with melancholy, she glared at the TV but didn't really payed attention.

The little boy got up. He was what, four eyes old? Maybe five. He left the room, keeping the sad girl even more apathetic on her seat. Time passed, the commercials started, and when the boy came back he was holding a glass.

"Your happy juice", said the kid. He reached for his sister, waking her up from her daydreaming.

"What?"

"You are sad", the boy explained. She took the glass from him, it was so full some drops fell on the couch. "And you always smile when you drink your juice. I want to see you happy again."

"Thank you", the girl smiled, and it reached her whole face. It was like a breeze passed through her, taking all the sadness with it. She drank everything in two big sips. "Now lets clean the mess you made at the kitchen, Pietro."

You woke up with tears running down your cheeks. You touched them, your hands trembling against your face, and imagined Wanda doing the same thing.

With lights turned on, you saw that you were alone. Barefeet, you wandered around your house. No one was there. You were alone. Just like Wanda. Lonely, confused, hurt.

Back in your room, you saw by your window that Wanda's bedroom. And you saw the lights turned on.

You didn't planned anything when you get out of your house and runned towards hers. You just knockes on the door, using all your strenght, and screamed her name until your throat ached.

Wanda was in need of a friend. A true one. And you can be that person. You can be her person.

When someone touched your shoulder, all did was shiver. "What do you think you're doing?" Agatha was right behind you, so close you could feel her warmth.

You tried to clean the tears marking your face. "I had a nightmare", you whispered. You couldn't think of a good lie, so you told her a half truth.

Agatha sighed. She's getting tired of this mess Wanda created. Nightmares, really? She should've be able to control them. "Come with me", she ordered.

You didn't move an inch.

Before you could even understand what was happening, something pulled you. Not a hand, not a body. Looking down, you saw a purple energy around your waist. It made you float, following Agatha as she walked towards your house.

She only let you free in your living room. You fell on the couch and immediately try to go back to Wanda's house. Without even looking at you, Agatha locked the front door. "Don't try me, sweetie."

Agatha touched the photos hanging on your wall. Real photos, with real people. She touched your friends smiles, pouted at your childhood friends, slid her fingers throught your degree. Her eyes land on a photo of you in front of the house you're in now.

"Damn", Agatha couldn't help but laugh. "You're new here? How unlucky you need to be so this happens right when you move in?"

You didn't answer her. Agatha turned her head, glaring at you on your nightgown. "It will end soon. Don't worry so much."

You swallowed hard. "Why do you say that?"

Agatha noticed your voice wasn't a high pitch. No pretty words, pretty expressions. Just you, with traces of tears on your face and a real question. "She will be done soon."

"And when will you be done?"

Agatha crossed her arms. "You're a really talktive puppet", she got closer to you. Agatha was taller than you, and she seen stronger too. You felt vulnerable under her watch, but not scared. You don't have time for that anymore. "You really will never behave?"

You breath in, closed your eyes, and gave her the best smile you could. "I need to sleep, Agnes. Good night, girl!"

Without giving her time to say something, you went up the stairs. You don't want her at your house, touching your things, messing with your life. You entered your room, turned off the lights, and when you were about to lay down her voice came back to haunt you.

"Where's your husband?" Agatha asked you.

Fuck.

"On the bathroom."

"No. He's not." Agatha pointed at the open door. "Where's he?"

"Well, I-", you sttutered. You never did that before, and Agrha noticed it. Agatha understood it. "He must be doing something in the garage. You know, men and their endless projects."

Agatha smiled at you. "Sure." She turned around, and you turned your back to her. You heard the sound of the door closing, the silence lingered, but you knew. Agatha was still there. This stupid chase reached its end. "What's your coven?"

You sighed and sat down on the bed. Agatha managed to see you, without any trace of acting or pretending. She saw your tiredness, frustration, impatience. You tucked your hair behind your ear and rubbed your eyes. "I have no idea what that means."

Purple cables attached themselves to your limbs. They were made of the same energy that forced you to return home. They pulled you, stretching your members, glowing against your skin. "Who are you?"

"Oh, don't you know?" Even though it was the worst thing to do, you provoked her. "You couldn't find anything in my mind, witch? Was that what you did to Wanda? Did you mess with her head so you could control this town?"

Agatha stepped closer to you. Instead of screaming at you, using her magic to hurt you, she did something pretty simple. She laughed. At you. "You think that was me?"

"You're using Wanda."

"Oh, sweetie", Agatha held you by your chin. Even with all the lights off, her eyes seen to shine. She carressed your skin. "Your hero is the one doing that. I'm only trying to stop her."

"No", you defended her. "Wanda would never do that."

"Can you tell me who's nightmare woke you up then? Who's desires are being attended by this act? Who's dead husband is alive?" Agatha touched your hair gently. "Done thinking already? I gonna give one more chance of saying the truth. Who are you?"

There was nothing you could do. No wish that would change Agatha's memory. That was the end of his little theatrics. And if this really is the end, you will not die in despair. You won't die begging. If this is the end, then so be it.

"You already know my name. If you want to know what I am, I won't be able to give you that answer. I don't know what I am. I can't cast spells, no one taught me magic. I don't even know what is happening here. So if you want to kill me, just do it already."

With your eyes closed, you were at peace. No one could say you didn't try. That you didn't want to change the situation for the better. Waiting for pain, the mercy of a quick pain or the sadism of a slow one, the strands of energy disappeared. Slowly you fell onto the bed, the feeling was like waking up from a bad dream.

When you opened your eyes, Agatha had her hand outstretched to you. You hesitated, but accepted the touch. She helped you sit down, and it was impossible to silence the question. "You're not going to kill me, Agnes?"

"Agatha", she corrected you. It was a pretty name. "You want to save this city, don't you?" Agatha asked. That was the first time you felt like she actually cared about the answer.

"More than anything."

"Good." Agatha breath in. "So help me make Wanda wake up from this scripted nightmare. Make it end and you will have your town back. As well as your life."

You blinked a few times. "Why are you offering me this?"

"The people of this city are useless to me. Their life or death doesn't hurt me or make me happy. I don't strive to hurt them in the same way I don't strive to save them. But I need Wanda to wake up. For her understand reality. Be my partner, do what I ask, and your life will be yours again. I think offering you this is a purely logical decision", Agatha extended her hand to you with the intention of sealing this contract. "Or maybe this is just your lucky day."

You didn't know if that was a genuine response from Agatha or her desire manifesting itself. You didn't know if Agatha cared about Wanda, if she was trustworthy, if what she promised you was true. You didn't know who Agatha was, what she wanted, how she would treat you. You didn't know so much.

Lucky day. Yeah, that part kind of makes sense.

You shook Agatha's hand. "We have a deal."

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[Taste Of A Poison Paradise Ch. 1] - Series Overview

Agatha Harkness x Fem!Reader

A/N: Kathryn in this dress has me in a chokehold soooooo this is what Agatha is wearing in this fic. Also, this kinda feels rushed idk i hope u enjoy nonetheless! 

Warnings: 18+, darkfic, soft!dark!milf!agatha, pseudo-incest, infidelity, virginity and first times, masturbation, praising, corruption(?), just filth below the cut. minors dni!!!

ch. 2

You pace back and forth in your hotel room, on your way to get your fifth glass of sparkling water (can’t have you drunk hours before the big day) and you still can’t calm your nerves down. You have read all about it. Pre-wedding jitters, bridal nerves– how you would calm yourself down, all the breathing techniques you’d known, failed. Basically, all of your preparations have gone to waste.

No one could actually blame you for it, right? You were a few steps away from becoming someone’s other half, in sickness and in health, ‘til death do you part… A life-long commitment with the love of your life. It all sounds dreamy, growing up to stories about how the princesses got their happy ending with their princes, living their best lives… But now that you’re about to start yours, you feel frightened.

Frightened of the uncharted waters. Marriage is a whole different thing. Honestly, the thought of this wedding is a mistake, and cancelling it has crossed your mind a lot of time prior to this moment. Though you suppose as long as your soon-to-be husband is there with you, you would be able to make it. Franklin, your fiancée, is your first (and last) boyfriend. Almost all of your firsts are with him, but in spite of many shared experiences, there are still more you didn’t have the chance to explore.

Like sex and everything that revolves around carnal desires.

Growing up with your grandmother, you didn’t really have the chance to have sex ed from her. She’s deeply religious and it had a huge impact on how you viewed sex. According to them, your body is sacred and you must only give it to your partner once you are bound in God’s blessing.

Sure, you make out with your boyfriend, but that’s it. The one time it almost went beyond, the image of your grandma flashed in your mind. She’s not yet dead but she haunts you already. 

Luckily, Frank understands and respects your decision. He didn’t do anything that would make you uncomfortable. He’s worth all of this. You’re definitely not going to cancel your wedding.

Thinking about this now, you wish you could go back in time and at least watched porn and explored so you know what you would be dealing with on your first night as a married couple.

A ring on the door interrupted you from your racing thoughts. Wondering who could it be as your bridesmaid won’t be here for at least three hours, you set the empty glass on the bedside table and walked to the door. Peering at the peephole, you flinched away from the door in surprise.

It’s none other than Agatha, your future mother-in-law.

You feel your heart racing. Why was she here? Is she here to tell you that her son called off your wedding? Did something happen to him? What–

The doorbell rang again, and you heard her call you, muffled by the door in between. You took a shaky breath, bracing yourself for whatever news she comes to break.

Your heart raced even faster, and not because you were scared of her or what she was about to say. Instead of greeting her, your throat dried at the sight of the woman. The neckline of her dress was very inviting, it was taking all of you not to look at them. Your eyes traveled from her face down, lingering on her smooth and long porcelain legs. It should be illegal to look this hot, you think, but a bolder voice in the back of your mind was saying ‘what’s illegal is that you find the mom of your boyfriend hot’, but you don’t pay attention to it.

“My eyes are up here, sugar,” she said with an amused look.

“Sorry, sorry. You just look… very good, Agatha.”

You snapped out of your ogling, immediately initiating a hug. Pulling back, she put her hands on your arms. “I came to check on you, dear. I know how bridal nerves can be a real pain in the ass.”

You sighed in her embrace, relieved that help has come, and more importantly, she isn’t here with bad news. “Oh, thank God. I thought you were here to say that Frank has bailed on me,” you chuckled nervously. “And you’re absolutely right. The nerves are killing me. Why don’t you come in?”

It seemed like your eyes have their own will, once again finding yourself checking her out. You’ve always found her beautiful, clear that she’s only gotten better and wiser with age. When you first met, you got intimidated by her intense and scrutinizing gaze but as soon as she spoke, all of your fear dissipated.

Agatha sat at the edge of the bed while you get her a glass of sparkling water, apologizing that it was the only beverage you had. You sat beside her, suddenly feeling very small (and naked) in your silk sleepshirt.

“So, what’s running inside your pretty mind?”

You opened your mouth but closed it again. Were you supposed to tell her that the main worry you have right now is your inexperience in the bedroom?

“C’mon, honey. You know you can tell me everything, right?”

Agatha’s eyes never left your face, the patient and encouraging look in her expression making you spill the beans. You sigh, looking down on your lap to hide the heat in your face.

“I’ve never had sex before. We’ve never done it, and I… I guess I’m afraid. What if I do it wrong, you know? What if I embarrass myself and look like a complete idiot on our wedding night? I’ve no idea what to do. I mean, we’ve kissed, yeah, but we’ve never gone past that.”

Overwhelmed by your worries, you missed the devilish glint in her steely gaze. She’s quick to go back to her caring façade when you looked back.

“Oh, Y/N, hon, don’t worry. I get where you’re coming from. I know it can be scary dealing with something you know nothing about, and what you’re feeling is totally normal,” her hand traveled to your knee, thumb caressing the soft skin. “I’m guessing you’ve never touched yourself either, don’t you?”

“Uh… I’ve tried. But I just– I can’t go there– that feeling that ‘something washes over my body’, like everyone says. So I didn’t try again.”

The older woman’s nails pressed into your skin. Although short, you were sure that they’d leave marks if she pressed on. “Agatha?”

She was deep in thought, your revelation confirming what she had guessed from the beginning. When she first met you, the sweet innocent thing that you are, sparked an unknown desire in her. Agatha wanted to break your purity and taint you, to see you come undone beneath her and tear you apart all for her own amusement. She relishes in your obliviousness when she visibly undresses and fucks you with her eyes (when Frank isn’t around, of course). The brunette has this burning need to break you, meld you into the perfect plaything in-law.

“I know the fastest way to release anxiety,” Agatha suggested.

“Oh? What is it?”

A beat of silence. You stared at each other for a good while, Agatha contemplating her next words.

“Orgasm.”

“Wait, what?” Your eyes were as wide as saucers, mouth gaping open. Chuckling nervously, you pressed on. “Did I hear you right?”

Of all the things you expected Agatha to say, this is definitely not one of them.

“You heard me just right, honey. It’s great for de-stressing! They even use it to relieve anxiety and pain during labor and delivery, did you know?” she remarked, raising the hand from your knee to wave in the air like she was sharing gossip with you.

“No, it’s the first time I’ve heard of it.”

Yes. You’ve heard about it on a medical show somewhere, but you’re curious about how you’d actually do it.

“I’m serious, Y/N,” she urged. “I want you to be at your best on this special day. You’re about to take a big step in your life, and I know how tensing it could be. At least help me relieve some of that.”

You know what she said was right, and how could you even deny her when you could feel her concern to the bones?

“I just… don’t know what to do. I told you I’ve never done this before. Well, never did it right.”

“Why don’t you let me teach you? You know, the basics of it. I’ll walk you through so you know what happens.”

Oh. “Really? H-how?”

Agatha stood up and moved to lie back at the headboard. You gulped as you watch her while she adjusts her position, her little black dress riding up as she spreads her legs. Before you can even find yourself looking at something you shouldn’t, you looked down, the floor all of a sudden interesting.

“Come here, sweetheart. Lay your back against me.”

You did as you were told, crawling your way between her legs, your gaze falling on everything but her.

“Look at me.”

Cold eyes meet yours as you kneeled, stopping short. You couldn’t decipher that look on her face, but it feels very predatory. Like you’re an insect caught on a web, and Agatha is the spider that’s waiting to devour you.

Agatha’s gaze fell upon the way you're presenting yourself, kneeling in front of her like she always longed for. Seems like you’re very easy to break, after all. She motioned you to continue. Once your body was against hers, she takes a deep breath, summoning all of her willpower not to take you right there and then. The woman was always willing to play the long game, especially now that you’re the prize.

You relaxed against the older woman’s body. You’re not sure if the thrumming heart you could feel is yours or Agatha’s.  “Uhm, so how do I- how do we do this?”

Agatha’s hand gently wrapped around your throat, a gasp passing through your lips from the unexpected gesture. You could feel her fingers twitching.

“I want you to touch yourself first, sweetheart.” She takes your hand that’s resting on your lap and then brings it to your breast. Kinda aware of what she wants you to do, you start fondling your tits, her hand still on top of yours.

You let your free hand on the other one, with Agatha instructing you to stimulate your nipples as well. The action sent electricity to your lower region, but not quite enough. You need more.

Seemingly satisfied with how well you obey her, her hands slowly slide down your stomach, your breath hitching with anticipation.

Agatha hummed as she cupped your pussy, feeling the heat from your awaiting cunt that’s begging to be touched.

“You’re already this wet from that, dear?” Agatha husks, her middle finger pressing against your clothed slit. She smirks at her discovery, feeling her own underwear getting soaked.

However, she provides you no more relief as she retracts her hand, only for it to take your hand once again.

Once your joined hands had reached the hem of your panties, your legs closed, ashamed of how fast Agatha had you all worked up just with her teasing touches.

“Don’t be afraid, baby girl. It’s me. Let mommy help you,” the brunette cooed, her hand temporarily leaving yours to pry your thighs apart. She nudges them softly, her cold fingertips leaving goosebumps on their trail as she caresses your skin. Agatha’s hand has finally reached your inner thighs, and you’re just waiting for her to touch you already, but to your dismay, she puts it back to where it was.

“Let’s get this out of the way, shall we?”

As lust and excitement consume you, you quickly shimmied out of your soaked underwear. Your nervousness never subsided, but this time was a good kind of nervous. The shivers that ran through your spine aren’t caused by the chilly room, but because the woman behind you had bitten your earlobe.

Finally, after what seemed like a lifetime, Agatha had told you to stroke your clit. Gently, she specified. The feeling is divine, but it's not enough.

“Now trace circles around them for me, slow and easy.”

“That feels good, right?”

“I bet you’re dripping, yeah? I think you’re ready, baby.”

All these words that were coming out of her mouth were making your head spin. Every last thought in your brain is replaced by Agatha.

“Try pushing in a finger, sweetheart. Slowly.” You nodded, doing exactly what Agatha is telling you to do. There is something that’s so sexy with the way she commands you that makes you aroused even more, and she also finds it so concupiscent about how obedient you are.

You take it easy, thrusting your digit in and out, finding the rhythm that calls out to you the most. A sigh escaped your lips as your head lolled onto Agatha’s shoulder, enjoying the bliss.

“You think you can add another finger, hon?”

At loss for words, you nod, trying to insert a second finger inside. Once you’ve got the feel of it, you continued your ministrations, your digits pounding into your pussy knuckle deep.

Agatha notices your ragged breaths, alerting her that you’re close. She bites her lips as she stares at the evident arousal on your face, finally taking pity on you as she slides her hands to touch you properly.

Your hips bucked as you felt the light touch of her finger on your clit, eagerly chasing the added relief of her glorious hands. Her feather-like touch turned into fervent rubbing, making your eyes wide as you feel that not-so-familiar intensity building up.

“Agatha, I-I think I’m going to­–”

“Don’t fight your orgasm. Just relax,” she whispered in your ear, her hot breath adding making you shiver.

You could feel your muscles spasming, your walls wrapping around your digits nicely, while Agatha has not once diverted her attention on the sensitive bundle of nerves. In your haze, you didn’t notice her free hand playing with your erect peak. Agatha’s so good with her hands.

“I’m gonna–oh fuck fuck fuck­–” Is this it? Is this the out-of-this-world experience people are talking and gushing about?

“Yes, that’s it, angel. Cum for me.”

At her confirmation–as if she can read your mind, you finally let go, closing your eyes as you feel the white-hot pleasure flow through you. Unbeknownst to you, Agatha’s name had passed your lips. Although your voice was low, but at the non-existent distance you two had, the woman in question had definitely heard it.

The next time you’ll moan her name, it would not be as low as a whisper, Agatha thought.

Once you had gone down from your high, limp torso resting against hers, Agatha kisses your cheek, mumbling how ravishing you look when you cum. Your head turns to face her, a tired smile gracing your features. You relish the moment to take a good look at her, noticing how you can barely see the blue irises with her dilated pupils, and god, her parted lips… How would it feel against yours?

You and Agatha are on the same wavelength, but before that, the brunette takes the hand between your legs, gently holding your wrist as she admires your pretty fingers glistening with arousal. Agatha brings said fingers into her mouth, her tongue consuming every essence that coated your digits.

“Mmm. You taste like fucking candy.”

Heat is pooling in your belly once again at the sight of her sucking your fingers clean.

“You did so well, Y/N. How do you feel?” Agatha asked as you turned around to face her.

“Fucking good,” you chuckled gingerly. “But I still wonder how I never reached climax before.”

“Maybe you just needed a helping hand, dear. Happy to help,” she winked, making you snort at her answer. 

“So uhm, I guess that’s it, right? I mean I’ll just probably figure out the rest myse-”

“You’re so silly, toots! That was just me helping you masturbate. Now I’m going to show you what he’s gonna do to you.”

She’s going to ruin you for anyone else, even her own son, but you don’t need to know that. Agatha’s just going to wait for you to come back to her for more.

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tags: @ilovehotactresses @inluvwithfictionalwomen @p-nymph

#agatha harkness #agatha harkness x reader #agatha harkness x you #agatha harkness smut #milf!agatha #agatha harkness x female reader #agatha harkness fic #taste of a poison paradise series

[p-taryn-dactyl]

Hi, I wanted to ask you, could you write a story with Agatha and the reader where the reader has some high self esteem issues and Agatha is really sweet and soft to her? I would be immensely grateful.

a/n: i absolutely can! (tho i can’t tell if you intended this to be soft smut, so just in case, there is no explicit stuff ‘n this but if that is what you were asking for, i will post a more “elaborate” version lol [maybe])

word count: 805

warning(s): insecurities; self esteem issues

pairing(s): agatha harkness x fem!reader

Perfect

The mirror was taunting you, like it had been for some time. You contemplated shattering the reflective surface, making it as broken as you saw yourself. You opted against the violence, throwing a blanket to cover the surface.

You could still hear your reflections taunts under the blanket, peeling away scabs to reveal new, fresh insecurities. Shaking your head, tears in your eyes, you made your way throughout the house, flipping every mirror around, covering the reflections. Any frame in which your appearance was trapped was either put face down or turned around. You went to your bedroom, where you sat on your bed, arms wrapped around yourself as you mentally picked yourself apart.

When Agatha came home, she immediately sensed something was wrong. Her magic flared within her, sensing your mood. She examined the mirrors, looking at the blankets covering them with a watchful eye. The picture frames she loved to look upon to remind herself of your love were flipped over, turned around. She made her way to the bedroom, pausing at the threshold when she saw you curled up on the bed, rocking back and forth, a faraway look in your eyes. She sat down next to you, reaching out to gently touch your shoulder. In your self-deprecating haze, you flinched at the sudden contact. Agatha pulled back, not wanting to scare you anymore than what your mind was saying. Softly, she spoke.

“Y/N?”

Through the shadows of your mind, her voice was like a light, drawing you back. Though Agatha’s gaze was comforting and concerned, your mind bullied you.

She’s tired of having to console you.

What does she see in you?

Why does she stay when she could have any beautiful person out there?

You probably guilt her into staying when you act like this.

Tears well up in your eyes at the intrusive thoughts, making you look away from your girlfriend. Agatha tried to catch your eyes but you avoided that at all costs. Finally, Agatha sighed, the action making you tense slightly. You were annoying her, you were sure. Your witch leaned one shoulder against yours, becoming a rock for you to lean on.

“What happened to the mirrors?”

Agatha’s question, while spoken in a soft whisper, sent panic down your spine. You swallowed, knowing you had to answer

“I, I was tired of seeing myself. Tired of the voices.” You trailed off at the end but Agatha still caught your words. She looked at you, her blue eyes drowning you in concern. She brought a gentle hand up to your chin, turning your head to face her. When you finally locked eyes, she gave you a smile, content in trying to comfort you.

“Why would you be tired of your beauty? I’m not.”

The tears in your eyes finally fell and sobs were coursing through your body. The sudden change jolted Agatha, who quickly gathered you in her arms. You shook in your arms, words failing you. Finally, you choked out a response.

“Stop…stop lying to me, tell me the truth.”

With your words, Agatha stilled, something akin to panic building in her chest. She maneuvered herself so she was cupping your face, her eyes capturing yours in a mesmerizing trap.

“Y/N…” she trailed off, the sadness in your eyes hurting her, “Y/N, I’m not lying to you. You’re beautiful in every way.” She spoke softly and slowly, as to not scare you. But you defiantly shook your head, breaking free of Agatha’s hands.

“No, no I’m not Aggie. It’s not just my appearance, it’s also just me.”

Agatha scrunched her eyebrows at that, willing you to continue as she took your hands in hers.

“How do you put up with me, Agatha? I’m annoying, I cry too much over stupid things I should keep to myself, I drag you into my personal drama, I’m too much of a burd-”

“Do not finish that sentence.”

Agatha’s firm tone made you pause, her eyes intense.

“Darling, you’re amazing in every way. You are definitely not annoying, everyone has low points and you should not feel bad for them,” she brushed a strand of your hair away from your eyes as she once again cupped your face. This time you melted into the gesture, her comforting tone making you feel warm, “And Y/N, you are not a burden. Never say that. Your problems are my problems and vice versa. Never feel like you’re weighing me down because you’re not.”

New tears welled up in your eyes as you leaned against Agatha, nodding your eyes. Agatha cradled your head with her arms, laying her cheek against your hair.

“Are you sure?” You mumbled out, the taunts in your head fading away with each kiss Agatha planted on your head. You felt her smile as she nodded.

“Yes, Y/N. You’re perfect.”

a/n: hi!! This took a different turn than what i think you wanted and i am very sorry, if you wanted smut - I actually still am working out whether or not i am comfortable with it. thank you for reading! Once again, I am sorry if this isn’t what you wanted but I really enjoyed writing it and I hope you enjoyed reading! Love you guys

#agatha harkness #agatha harkness fanfiction #agatha harkness x reader #agatha harkness x fem!reader #agatha harkness fic #agatha harkness x gn!reader

[vintagegoddess12]

The Ever After (4)

Relationship: Agatha Harkness x Reader

Summary: Agatha is getting more thirsty for the reader. Billy hears something.

The 50s

The 60s

The 70s

The 80s

Agatha laid her confusion to rest when she realized Wanda just pressed rewind on the whole town.

As she’s sitting in the backseat of the Vision’s family car, she thought back to your glitch moment. It looks like the town is on the fritz when Wanda is under stress - more so if it’s labor. The witch did not know if she was relieved that your memory slipped just because of the anomaly, or scared that you would remember her. She decided it was the former.

The new parents decided to bring their kids to a Westview resort for a little rest and recreation. Wanda also reasoned that they should celebrate five years’ worth of birthdays. The kids did nothing but cheer and zoom around their house before their departure, a fact known by Agatha since she can hear them all the way down to her basement.

“Aunt Agnes,” the 5-year-old twins rushed to hug her when she met up with them on their front lawn. Kids are a lot better when they’re not touching her, she thought to herself.

“How are my cute, oh so cute, boys?” She pinches their cheeks which made them giggle. 

Billy continued clinging to her while his twin answered, “I’ve got my floaties, Auntie.” Tommy reached for his inflatable donut and presented it to her. She pretended to be surprised as if she has not seen those so many times. Not two minutes into the trip but she’s already losing energy to deal with them. How are they so energetic? They’re only 9 hours old!

“Are we ready to have some fun in the sun?” Wanda cheered as she approached their car. Agnes feigned excitement and joined the kids in squealing. 

Vision eagerly loaded their luggage in the car and asked everyone to hop in. They all ran and took their seats, the nosy neighbor sandwiched between the kids on the back seat.

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Their vehicle came to a stop when they reached the resort near the edge of town. Bringing the whole family here is pretty bold for the young ingenue, Agatha thought to herself. She decided it’s not up to her to ensure their safety from the surrounding force field, she might even be the cause of its breakdown. 

As the group walked inside the hotel, the kids who are full of energy once again zoomed around the hallways. Vision ran after them as Wanda took their keys from reception. Agnes trailed after her friend, making snarky comments about, you guessed it, her husband.

“Ralph insisted on staying home,” she puffed her now-era-appropriate curly hair while leaning close to Wanda, “says he’s not in a good mood to be under the sun.” 

“Oh no,” the young witch said half-heartedly.

“One of these days, I’m going to poison him with garlic and kill the vampire man that I think he is,” she affirmed with a laugh. Agatha, of course, knows that the food condiment doesn’t really kill vampires. You do it with a stake to their heart, but Agnes is not supposed to know that. 

“Maybe he’s just planning a surprise for you,” Wanda thought of all the sweet gestures Vision had prepared for her and smiled to herself. Always the romantic.

“Oh honeybun, the only way he can surprise me is if he washes his own dishes over the weekend,” Agnes was about to laugh at her statement when her eyes landed on a breathtaking Westview resident. “Speaking of surprises, who do we have here?” She called to the incoming figure, who immediately caught the flirty inflection in her voice. 

“Wanda, Agnes,” you beamed at them, missing the way Agatha appreciated your view. 

She watched as you approached them in the reception area, sunglass in your eyes and a summer drink on hand. Her eyes traveled from your head to toe, not missing the magenta one-piece swimsuit peeking through your black lace coverup. It was modest enough for the time period but not enough skin for the Salem witch. 

“[Y/N], I didn’t know you were here?” Wanda wondered if she had somehow instructed her closest friends to come and follow her here. She’s still confused as to how everything works in her Westview. 

“I needed a break from the mourning atmosphere in my house,” your attention darting between the two housewives, “so I decided to get some sun you know.” You took a sip from your drink, eyes meeting Agatha’s.

“By the looks of it, you can definitely get it,” Agnes winked and continued to hold your gaze, smirking at the spit take you did with your drink. 

“Agnes, you’re so naughty,” Wanda remarked, still not used to the flirty and forward nature of her friend. It made her remember Natasha, who was also flirty but for mission purposes. Agnes, on the other hand, uses it for fun which was definitely refreshing. 

The young witch wondered what her life would be like if she had met Agnes and you before all of this. Would you have been friends the same way? Traces of fear crept into her mind when she realized the two of you would either be dead because of her or loathe her. She feels like she’s found her tribe here, just like she did with the Avengers, but that too ended the same way: losing the ones she loved and fighting with the ones she cared for. 

She shook the feeling and focused on what was in front of her: Vision running around with their kids, friends who get her and are always beside her, and a town where she belongs. 

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Settling in her room, Agatha can’t help but feel excited for her weekend. She’s spending time to know Wanda’s powers and she can keep you safe beside her. It’s as if this town is working in her favor. Or maybe Wanda is just an excellent scriptwriter. 

The witch was putting on her swimsuit, careful not to wear anything out of this time period when a knock from the door took her out of her reverie. She tried to determine who the person was but somehow her magic can’t identify who it is. Taking one last look in the mirror, making sure she’s still the hottest witch in town, she opened the door. It definitely showed on her face how surprised she was to see the woman who’s been plaguing her dreams recently.

“Wanda said I’d find you here,” your face scrunched up with a smile. 

“I didn’t know you were aching to see me.” Agnes pouted cheekily which made you smile even more.

“I was just going to ask you a favor.” She stepped aside, letting you into her room. “I don’t think aching is the word I would have used.”

  After closing the door, she turned to you and asked, “And what would you use, baby?” Her voice was low and sounded like a challenge. You opened your mouth, thinking of a reply, but no words come out. You blame it on the heat on your cheeks when she called you ‘baby.’ 

Agatha surely did not miss the sudden redness

“Can you let me finish?” you ask in between giggles.

You noticed how Agnes’s eyes darken, solely looking at you. It’s like watching a predator set its sights on its prey. You two were stuck in a staring match, both unwilling to first let go, when she stepped forward pinning you against the door.

“That depends, sweetie.” Her closeness clouding all your senses, “will you beg for it?”

You remained still against the door, feeling the heat consuming your body and the stark contrast of the cold golden metal on your ring finger. You tried to gather your thoughts, clearing your throat. 

“I think we have very different ideas of what favor means,” you say as you try to remain upright. The lack of distance between you two makes you wanna fall directly into her arms. 

Agatha gave you a once over before replying, “I bet we do.” She grinned, placing a hand on your waist, seeing how unsteady you have become in the past minute.

“Okay,” you pushed Agnes lightly to regain space, “I just came to ask if you want to get a massage downstairs because they said couples can avail of it for a discounted price. Wanda and Vision are getting it and I was supposed to get it but Herb sort of bailed on me.” 

You were visibly catching your breath when you saw jealousy paint Agnes’ face. 

The Salem Witch felt a pang of pain run through her, especially with the idea of Herb wooing you. She wanted to claim her territory right there and then. She can just push you to the bed or have her way with you against this very door. Any way to remind you that only she can touch you best. She was taken out of her thoughts when you shook her body a little. 

“Did you hear me, Agnes?”

It was her turn to gather her thoughts, to remove the images of you deep in pleasure that only she can cause. 

“Yes,” Agnes smiled, trying to regain the upper hand in the conversation, “massage downstairs.” You nodded as she continued. “What about Herb?”

“I don’t know. I haven’t seen him since…” you trailed off, trying to make sense of the gap in memory you’re just realizing. When did you last see the guy?

Agatha can see the confusion you’re currently wrestling with, no doubt caused by the unstable magic of the young redhead and her affinity for sitcoms. 

“So should we go downstairs and get this massage train going?” Your neighbor enthusiastically reeling you back in reality. She offered her hand and you accepted. You both strut down the hallway, all care thrown into the wind.

You also passed by the twins' room, where Billy is in distress about the voices he keeps on hearing. They all scream one thing: he’s coming.

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[lanawinterscigarettes]

can i pls request some agatha x reader fluff?? just agatha being the best girlfriend / wife ever? life’s been kinda rough the last few weeks and could do with agatha’s comfort 🥺🫂

Of course dear, I can absolutely do that for you! I decided to write some anniversary fluff, I really hope you like it 💞💞

Happy Anniversary, Love (Agatha Harkness x reader)

Warnings: soft Agatha doting and fawning over you (basically being the best wifey ever), tooth rotting fluff, the smallest mention of insecurity (it's really short), mentions of eating/food, pretty sure that's it

When you woke up that morning, you expected to find Agatha sitting in bed next to you, quietly reciting Latin as she flipped through her spellbook. Instead, you were greeted by a loud bang followed by a string of curses coming from the kitchen.

Letting out a yawn, you slipped out of bed and made your way down the stairs, where your nose took you to the kitchen after getting a whiff of the coffee that was being brewed by your loving wife. You stopped in the doorway and watched as you saw Agatha using her magic to make breakfast. Several utensils and various breakfast food items floated gracefully through the air, all except for a lone pan that seemed to have fallen on the floor.

Almost as if she could sense you, Agatha turned around and gave you a big smile. "Hiya, hon! Sorry if I woke you up, I got so immersed with making sure I didn't overcook the eggs or let the toast burn I accidentally dropped a pan on my foot."

You giggled and took a seat at the island across from her. "I figured as much when I woke up you cursing up a storm. Need some help?"

"Absolutely not, I don't want you lifting a finger. Now-" She opened the cupboard and took out your favorite mug, "who wants some coffee?"

She pampered you all throughout the rest of the day, making your favorite for lunch, surprising you with random kisses, and peppering you with tons of compliments. She even surprised you with a new piece of jewelry that was very obviously expensive.

That night, the two of you were cuddling in bed when you felt a sudden wave of guilt wash over you. Agatha had done plenty of things for you all throughout the day, but you hadn't done a single thing for her in return.

Almost as if she could read your thoughts (which is entirely possible with her being a witch), she pulled you into a tight hug and said, "You don't need to do anything to repay me. I love taking care of you, and besides, your mere presence is enough."

You relaxed into her touch, rolling over so your face was buried in her chest. She drew the covers up to your shoulders before placing a tender kiss to your forehead. "Happy anniversary, love."

You smiled, holding onto her as you drifted off to sleep.

~

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[sokovianemo]

Wanda’s First Christmas

Summary: Wanda never celebrated Christmas as a kid, so Agatha gives her one

Tags: fluff bc Christmas, some talk of Wanda’s past, canon character deaths (mentioned), kinda hurt/comfort, lots of comfort, non-binary!Wanda (she/they), autistic!Wanda, ADHD!Agatha, them being cute, I love them sm.

Words:~1.3k~

Wanda Maximoff doesn’t remember too much about their childhood. It was rather messy.. their parents dying when she was only 10, if she ever even celebrated Christmas at home they couldn’t remember it.

Green eyes fluttered open as Wanda felt a bunch of soft tiny kisses placed all over their face, waking them up. “Good morning darling, time to wake up..” a soft voice whispered, a small peck placed on Wanda’s lips “it’s Christmas, and we’re celebrating.” Wanda frowned slightly, squinting their eyes at their girlfriend “But Ags, you hate Christmas..” Agatha sat up and smiled down at her partner “nonsense darling, I told you, we’re celebrating. Now get up.” She spoke, gently poking the redheads sides giving her a giggle in response. Wanda hums, closing her eyes “give me five minutes..” their girlfriend rolled her eyes before responding “let me think about that… no.” Agatha stood up from the bed, pulling Wanda up with her, earning her a squeal from the redhead.

“Come on come on come on Wanda!” Agatha held her partners wrist, their arms held in front of them like always, walking past a bunch of pine trees, “this one.” Agatha stopped, standing in front of a giant tree, Wanda looked up at it and then back at their girlfriend “Agatha that’s never gonna fit inside of our house.”, “I don’t care, we’re getting it.” Agatha let go of their wrist as they walked towards it some more “no we are not. Come.” Wanda quickly grabbed their girlfriends arm pulling her towards them. Agatha frowned “I’m trying to give you a good Christmas” the redhead shook her head at that “my love, I can have a great Christmas even with a smaller tree, or none at all.” The brunette sighed “okay fine..” she crossed her arms, her brows still furrowed, Wanda pouted, gently placing a kiss on their girlfriends cheek “don’t be so grumpy, we’re gonna get a tree that fits in our house.”

After getting a tree the two went back home, Agatha placing the tree inside the house while Wanda went up in the attic, they had bought decorations years ago. They always had planned to celebrate it, but when it came to it, she didn’t. Because why would they? They were always alone. “I don’t want you to use your powers for any of this” they spoke as they walked back down the stairs, Agatha groaned in response “that’s stupid.” Wanda smirked at the blue eyed woman “it’s not stupid. It’s more fun that way.” They handed her a box of decorations as they replied, Wanda wrapped the lights around a few of the branches before places them all around the tree, all while their girlfriend kept getting distracted by all of the shiny decorations in the box, they sat down on the floor as they reached the bottom. Packing out some ornaments Wanda all of a sudden stopped what she was doing and looked over at Agatha “do you think.. do you think the other Wanda’s twins are having a good Christmas?” Agatha looked over at her and frowned, without speaking she got down behind Wanda, pulling their back against her front, wrapping her arms around their waist before leaning her head on their shoulder “darling, you don’t have to worry about them, they’re doing great you know this.” Wanda sniffled a bit before nodding “well of course, they had a mother that allowed them to exist.” They scoffed, Agatha softly put a hand on their cheek, softly speaking “don’t say that, it’s not your fault. You’ll see them again my love, I promise you, you’ll be with them again.” Wanda turned their head slightly to kiss the inside of their girlfriends palm “thank you.. I’m sorry, I know it’s, this is supposed to be a good time and all..” she shakes her head a little. “No, no my love, don’t you apologize, you have done nothing wrong. It’s alright to be upset, now let’s go do something to keep your mind off it for a bit yes?” She kissed the redheads forehead, the redhead smiled a little sadly, pecking her girlfriends lips before nodding “yeah.. yeah that’d be nice”

The two were now in the kitchen, a half decorated Christmas tree in the living room, but that’s fine, Agatha will take care of it later, right now she just wanted to focus on Wanda, since the question they asked her a few minutes ago, Agatha hasn’t let go of Wanda, constantly touching her in a way so they know she’s there, she’s not going. Wether it’s holding her hand, hugging them from behind, Agatha is constantly trying to make sure Wanda knows. Wanda leaned her head against Agatha’s shoulder as the older woman held her from behind, “you’re distracting..” Wanda spoke, their accent prominent as it always was around her girlfriend, they were trying to make gingerbread men, and even though their girlfriend wanted to do it, she’d end up burning them. “Sorry..” Agatha moved to unwrap her arms from Wanda “no, don’t.” Wanda put her hand on Agatha’s arm “I didn’t say to let go..” Wanda turned their head and kissed Agatha’s cheek over and over “thank you for doing this for me.. I know you don’t particularly like Christmas and all” Agatha smiled and kissed the redheads nose “don’t worry sweetheart, for you I’d do anything, you know that” “still, thank you.. you make me very happy you know?” Wanda spoke in an almost monotone voice, to many people it would probably seem they were annoyed, or people describe her as cold. But Agatha knew them better, it’s just the way Wanda was, she cant read tone nor use it, they don’t understand what benefit it would have. “I know, darling, I know” Agatha kisses the side of her head again while Wanda was shaping the dough, rolling it out before pressing it into shapes and putting them on a baking tray, she put it all in the oven once it reached the right temperature, they moved to clean up. When they turned back around they saw their girlfriend messing with the temperature of the oven, swatting her hands away “off, I don’t want you burning this” they spoke before moving out of the kitchen, her girlfriend moving after her “I don’t burn things that is not true!”

A while later, Wanda came back to the kitchen after having taken the gingerbread men out of the oven to cool them they went to decorate them while Agatha was busy finishing decorating the tree, most likely taking hours seeing how easily distracted she usually is. Wanda enjoyed the sight of it, their girlfriend doing all these things for her when she herself doesn’t even like the holiday itself. They smiles to themself, shaking their head as they continue decorating. They stepped back into the living room to the sight of Agatha sitting on the couch, a blanket draped over her lap, she smiled and patted the spot next to her “come here..” Wanda nodded and sat next to her girlfriend who immediately wrapped them up in the blanket that was on her lap, if Agatha had learned one thing about her partner it’s that they were always cold. Her arms wrapped around her younger partner as they leaned their head on her shoulder, their face in her neck “what’s up with you?” She whispered to the redhead “just sleepy..” they sighed in return, Agatha smiled and ran a hand through their hair “rest, my love..” Wanda leaned away slightly and looked at their girlfriend “but its so early.. and its Christmas” they pouted, Agatha shook her head and got up, lifting her partner up with her, as she started carrying the younger person to their bedroom “well luckily for you, Christmas is two days.” She laid her partner down before kissing their forehead “merry Christmas, go to sleep..” Wanda smiled and wrapped her arms around Agatha, whispering “thank you.. merry Christmas, I love you” Agatha chuckled softly “I love you too, goodnight, little witch.” and with that, Wanda closed her eyes, falling asleep happy, for the first time in a while.

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[finnicks]

( fic ) remember, remember

remember, remember

wandavision | agatha; mature; 409 words Sometimes Agatha remembered she wasn’t Agnes.

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[agathasangel]

make me forget (agatha harkness x fem!witch!reader)

I’m back and… in another fandom, I guess. Assuming you guys don’t hate this there’s probably gonna be a lot of soft!dark!agatha x witch!reader fics coming

warnings: angst, soft!dark!agatha, mommy kink, no smut though, possibly unhealthy and definitely unbalanced relationship, mind control, lots of pet names because it’s agatha, agatha planned on using reader to drain her power but has fallen too in love with reader.

summary: agatha is your magical mentor, and your first and only love. she has also decided that it’s her job to protect you at all costs, and one of the many ways she does this is the special spell she casts on you to make you forget all your troubles. also i got a little help from @belle-et-laa-bete

You lie on the couch, trying to summon the remote. It shook a little bit, and then fell off the tv table. You couldn’t understand why your telekinesis has gotten so weak. It was your most natural skill as a witch, the one you even struggled to control.

Agatha saw what you were trying to do, and she picked the remote up off the ground and brought it to you.

“Thanks, Aggie.”

“What’s the matter, hon? You look like you’re about to cry.”

“It’s just- i don’t understand why i can’t even do something so simple. It used to be so strong-“

“Baby, this is perfectly natural . You’re learning to control your powers, that’s all. It’ll come back even stronger, now that you’re safe with me guiding you.”

You had no reason to question Agatha, she was the smartest and most powerful witch you knew. But you still worried she was just trying to placate you. And, worst of all, you worried that if you lost your powers, you would lose her. The very thought made the tears in your eyes start to fall.

“No, angel, no. None of that.” Agatha says as she wipes away your tears. “You are a witch, babygirl, and you will always be.”

You hoped she was right. While your inability to control your powers while you were younger caused you to be an outcast, it was also what led you to Agatha. she became your mentor, your protector, and your first and only love.

“Aggie? Mama? You- you’ll stay with me no matter what, right? I- I need you. The world outside of here is scary, I don’t want to live without you.”

Agatha put a protective arm around you, feeling a pang of guilt. When her relationship with you began, she thought you were too strong for your own good. Her plan was to simply drain your power for her use (and, she told herself, for your protection). But now? She truly needed you, almost as much as you needed her. Agatha couldn’t imagine going back to living without you.

“Yes baby. This is your home, this is where you belong. We’re going to be together forever, mama promises. I’ve got you, I’ve got you. Shh…”

“I can’t believe I’m getting so upset over something so little but-“

“It’s okay, little one. Come here.”

She held you tight as you cried more, stroking your hair.

“Mama, the bad feeling won’t go away. Can you- can you do the special spell?”

The special spell was referring to a spell Agatha put on you whenever you were upset or scared, or when she felt you needed extra protection. It was a mind control spell that made you feel happy, safe and at peace. It also made you completely obedient to Agatha, which, the both of you had to admit, you loved.

“I think I can do that for you, babygirl.”

“Please mama, make me forget.”

“Of course, angel. You know how much mommy loves seeing you like that. The way your pretty eyes will glaze over but still look at me like I’m the most important thing in your world. The way you smile and giggle when i touch you, and especially the way you obey my every command so automatically without hesitation, even in your mind. Come over, kneel for mama and she’ll make you forget all your troubles.”

As you knelt in front of Agatha, she began chanting the spell in Latin. It was an incredibly complex spell, one you couldn’t even begin to understand, but to Agatha it was practically second nature. As she finished, you felt anything you may have been worried about melt away. A soft, fuzzy feeling washed over you and the only thing that mattered was your mommy. You looked up at the beautiful woman- the goddess, really- sitting above you as she cupped your cheek in her hand.

“Feeling better, honey?”

“So good mama.”

“I thought so. Just what you need, for me to take the reigns of your mind for a bit. Now darling, as pretty as you look on your knees, I want you to hop up on my lap.”

Immediately, you all but pounced on her, going limp in her arms.

“Good girl. Good.” She absentmindedly played with and kissed your hair for a bit, as you sat in mommy’s lap, feeling nothing but warmth and happiness. You tried remembering what you were so worried about earlier, and you couldn’t. You looked at your mommy. She was so beautiful, so much stronger and smarter than you. You felt so lucky to be hers.

“I’m so lucky to be yours, mommy.”

“I know. You’re mine. My girl, and you always will be. Nothing will ever take you away from me.” Agatha moved her hands to your shoulders and began rubbing them. It felt absolutely heavenly to be touched so gently by the woman you loved. Your brain was filled by the sensation of her hands on your back and shoulders. You felt her giving soft kisses to your temple, and you leaned into her further, smiling.

“Such a good girl for me. I love you. So happy lying in mommy’s arms. I’m glad our little spell could make you feel better.”

“You always know just what to do, mommy. You’re so smart and strong.”

Agatha flushed a bit at your praise, which she was certain she didn’t deserve. She knew how you felt about her, she knew you essentially worshipped the ground she walked on. But it still sometimes shocked her that someone as sweet and innocent as you loved and admired her so dearly.

“Let me kiss you, darling girl.”

You, of course, eagerly accepted her kiss. You stayed like this until you fell asleep, and Agatha reversed the spell, hoping you would wake up feeling better. Agatha’s own feelings of fear and guilt, however, had never fully subsided. She still worried that if you knew what her intentions with you were at the beginning of your relationship, or that she was the reason your powers had weakened, you would hate her.

“I’m sorry, angel. This is all my fault, and I swear I’ll make it right.”

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[sapphickorro]

First Christmas Together

Pairing(s) - Agatha Harkness x fem!Reader

summary: Being alone on Christmas had become second nature to you, that was until Agatha came into your life, showing you just how special the holiday can be.

warnings: 18+, strap-on sex (r recieving), oral/face riding (a recieving), fingering (r receiving), dirty talk, mommy kink, Christmas, breeding kink, overstim if you squint, pet names (good girl, baby), smut, hurt/comfort

word count: 2,363

A/N: for all my people that are celebrating Christmas alone, just like me. To my non-Christmas readers, my apologies, your daily dose of fics will come back after the holidays.

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Christmas time was always a sore subject for you. Watching couples and families walk into the jewelry store you work at to buy each other gifts. Even though it was Christmas, today was no different, if anything there were just more customers.

When you finally finish your shift and pass it off to your coworker that had just arrived, you check your phone to see unread messages from your girlfriend, Agatha. 

“Call me when you finish your shift?” You quietly read to yourself. You smile down at your phone rolling your eyes at the gif she sent of a rabbit dressed in a Santa outfit. Your hands wander to the call button and press it. 

It only takes her less than a minute to answer you, “Hey Aggie, just finished my shift.” You sit down on the bench outside of your building, your free hand finding comfort in your pocket from the cold. 

“Want me to pick you up?” She says as she starts to get up putting on a coat. She answers the question herself as she walks out the door with her keys. 

“I don’t want to bother you. Shouldn’t you have guests over right now?” You check the time on your phone seeing that it was already 6 in the night. “I’ll take the bus.”

“Nonsense, Wanda and Vis left earlier. It’s Christmas, can’t have you waiting around for a bus.” You hear the engine of her car start and you smile to yourself. This is the first Christmas where you aren’t taking the bus alone to get home. 

“I love you.” You whisper into the phone. You can’t see it but Agatha smiles at your words. “I love you too.” Her words are full of love, even digitally you can feel it warming your heart. She sets the phone down onto the passenger seat and begins to drive to your workplace.

When she arrives you take up the place of her phone in the passenger seat and the drive back is quiet. A welcoming quiet.

“Are you going anywhere for Christmas?” Agatha asks you at a red light, looking at your solemn expression at the mention of Christmas. “Nah, I have nowhere to go.” You look back at her and her eyes soften. You can tell she’s pitying you. 

“Don’t be upset at that, I’ve dealt with this for years. It’s not as upsetting every year that passes.” You say placing a hand on her right hand, giving her a tight squeeze. 

She doesn’t say anything but begins to drive when the light turns green. When you turn your head back to look out the window you realize that she’s missed a turn. “Aggie, this is the wrong way back to my home.” You look at her again.

“I know, just enjoy the ride.” Her hand lets go of yours before finding them again after turning on the car radio, a Christmas station being played. You don’t question her as you sit curious at where you could be going.

“We’re here.” You look up and notice that you’re parked at an open mall. “Why did you bring me here?”

She opens her side of the door before walking towards yours to open it for you. She holds onto your hand as you step out admiring the bright Christmas lights that adorn the outside of the mall. The two of you walk inside and you take in just how large the mall truly is. “You still haven’t answered my question.” 

“Christmas is the time of giving. You’ve already given so much to me, I think it’s time I give back.” She leans over to give you a kiss on your cheeks as you stare at her confusingly. 

“I’m letting you have a shopping spree, hun.” She chuckles at your confusion. “What? I can’t do that. I’ve never spent more than 50 dollars at one place.” Your eyes widen at her preposition. 

“Well, first time for everything.” She doesn’t let you respond before dragging you off to all of the stores. 

When you finally finish all of your shopping, you’re left with bags on each of your hands. Agatha’s holding the majority of them before heading back to your car. Most of the items Agatha had to beg you to buy them as she thinks they’d look cute on you. In the end, she pays for all of the items without telling you the total after countless times of you begging for her to tell you how much you spent. 

“I don’t know why you’d spend so much money on me.” You say looking down at your hands while Agatha drives home in the now pitch black night. “There’s no reason other than that you’re deserving of it.” She says focused on the road. 

“Thank you.” You feel the emotions start flowing out of your eyes. You try to sniffle it away but Agatha hears your uneven breathing. She leans over again to take your hands in her own and rubs her thumb over your skin. 

When you get to Agatha’s home you drop all the bags of items that she had bought for you before slamming your lips onto her own, your hands holding onto her face. She slides her hands down to your waist after slamming the door shut with her leg and then locking it. 

She pulls back as she looks down at you, her eyes lidded, “You don’t have to repay me in sex you know.” 

You smile up at her before peppering kisses all over her neck, “I know, I just find you extremely sexy right now.” 

She smiles before picking you up in her arms and running up her stairs. You yelp out giggling and tightening your legs around her. She drops you down onto her bed, attacking you with kisses all over your face. 

“Aggieee.” You drag out the ‘e’ sound as you laugh at her feathered kisses. She moves her hands down to the zipper of your jacket and unzips it. You help her get you out of the jacket by lifting your upper half up to slide it off your arms. You then take off your undershirt by pulling it from the bottom over your head. 

Agatha does the honors of unclasping your bra and laying you down on your chest to admire your upper half. She groans at the sight of your breasts before swooping down to capture them with her mouth, alternating from each one to give each of them equal attention.  

“It’s so icky down there, I need you so bad.” Your voice strains. Agatha runs her tongue down your stomach to the strings of your sweatpants. “You wanna show me how badly you need me by being a good girl for me?”

You nod fervently at her, your eye contact making your pussy pulse. Still maintaining that eye contact, Agatha undoes the knot of your sweatpants with her teeth before tugging the pants down to your ankles. As if she couldn’t be more attractive, your face flushes red. Your whole body heats up, surely thinking that the window in the room can open and your body heat would still keep the room warm. 

Agatha gets up pulling your pants to the floor before taking off her own shirt. She undresses down to her underwear before pulling it off too. Your mouth practically drools at the sight of her nude body. 

“You wanna be a good girl for Mommy?” She slowly crawls back towards you as you nod again. “Then be a good girl and make mommy cum.” She slowly lowers her pussy onto your face giving you a test ride as you stick out your tongue. 

Your hands move their way up to her thighs as your tongue starts lapping at her folds. “Oh, baby. Yes, right there.” She starts riding your face slowly, placing her hands in your hair. Her head raises with her mouth wide open, moaning at the pleasure. 

“Fuck, you’re such a good girl.” Her hips start to speed up, riding you to try to get off quicker. She tugs at your hair when she feels herself getting closer and you moan into her clit sending the vibrations straight to her core. 

“Baby, I’m gonna cum all over your pretty face.” She says before opening her mouth in a gasp. Her hips tense around you and you continue to lap at her, easing her through her orgasm. When she finally comes down from her high, she slides off of you, her back hitting the blankets beside you. Your face is covered with her juices as she laughs, kissing your lips and tasting herself on you. 

You’re about to cuddle up to her when she gets up, standing at the side of the bed now, “Oh, I’m not done yet.” You sit up questioning what she’s about to do. 

She walks into her closet and takes a couple minutes before coming back out, revealing the long strap hoisted around her waist. The color of the fake cock being red and white, imitating the colors of a candy cane. 

Your eyes widen at the size of it, unsure if you were able to take it all. “Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle.” She says, sensing your anxiety at it. She gets back onto the bed kissing your forehead and then slowly kissing her way down to your thighs. She slowly tugs off your underwear, peppering kisses over your clit causing you to squirm under her. “Mommy, don’t tease.” She chuckles into your pussy, the vibrations making you rub your lower half over her face. 

She leans back causing you to whine before slowly prodding a finger over your hole. She then inserts it into you causing you to moan softly. 

“You’re so wet I bet my cock would just slide right in.” She inserts a second finger, working into you. Your bite your lips filtering your moans, “Don’t hide your lovely noises from me.” She leans up to your lips, capturing you in a heated kiss. When she pulls back she starts to ram her fingers into you causing you to gasp at the sudden speed change. 

“Oh baby, if I could just keep you in my home forever and not have you worry about working for a dime ever again I would.” She groans at the sloshing sounds of your pussy. “Actually, we can. Why don't you quit your job hm? Move in with me, let me take care of you like a good mommy would.” 

“I want to be yours forever, mommy.” You lift your hands to her face pulling her in for a deep kiss.

“I’m so close, mommy.” You moan into her mouth with your eyes tightly shut, Agatha’s fingers curl in you, pleasuring you in all the right spots. She starts marking your neck again, surely giving you hickeys to wake up to, tomorrow. You drop your hands down onto the bed, your fingers gripping the bed sheets.

“Let go, baby.” With her permission, you orgasm, moaning out her name. Agatha slows her fingers before pulling them out. You open your eyes to the sight of her sucking her fingers clean and moaning out, “You taste better than any treat in the world.” 

Agatha waits till your breath evens back out before rubbing the tip of her strap over your folds. You try to pull away, “Mommy, too sensitive.”

She pulls you back by placing her hands on your waist and stilling you, “You can give mommy another right, baby?” You look into her eyes, she pulls the puppy dog eyes on you and you nod your head slowly, “I can try, mommy.” 

“That’s my good girl.” She smiles at you before slowly nudging the tip into your pussy. You hold your breath as you feel yourself stretching out. Your eyes clenched shut. You feel one of your hands being lifted by Agatha’s hands. She slides her palm into yours, holding your hand to ease your nervousness.

“You’re doing so good for mommy.” She uses her other hand to wipe the tears that were falling down your cheeks. She slowly moves the whole length into you, allowing you time to get used to the stretch. 

“You can move now, mommy.” You give her the okay and she starts to slowly move in and out of you. The pain easing up into pleasure as you clench her hand.

“Mommy, so full.” You groan out. “I know baby, I know.” You wrap your legs around her hips trying to feel her closer to you

Agatha starts to speed up into harsher thrusts. Her hips moving back and forth till the sound of skin slapping fills the room. You arch your back moaning at the strap hitting your walls in all the right spots, making you closer and closer to cumming.

“Gonna breed this pretty pussy.” She lowers her hands to the bed as she hovers over you, bottoming out. The bed creaks with the force she rams into you. “You want that, baby? Want our little pups running around celebrating Christmas with us?” 

You nod your head, “Yes, want that so bad.” Your moans increase as Agatha’s head drops into your neck marking you more. Her grunts being music to your ears. 

“Mommy, gonna cum.” She lifts her head to look at you, “Cum for me baby, cum around my cock.”

You release a guttural moan, arching your back and tightening the hold your legs have on Agatha’s hips. When your back lowers back onto the bed and your grip on Agatha’s hip loosens, she slides out of you, peppering kisses on your hands along the way. 

You shut your eyes, feeling exhaustion and sleep wash over you before you’re awoken to a damp towel wiping your folds. You shift a little at the sensitive contact against your bud and Agatha drops a kiss on your clit one last time. She turns the towel to the other side before wiping the sweat off your forehead. Agatha climbs onto the bed, turning you to spoon your back. 

“Merry Christmas my love.” She whispers into your hair.

“Merry Christmas, Aggie.” You respond quietly before falling asleep.

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[madwomansapologist]

let me feel you | agatha harkness

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synopsis: All you wanted was for Agatha Harkness to being you the towel you forgot. How could you know that your night would end with her magic strap-on inside of you? You wouldn't trade it for nothing else. [1K]

warnings: smut. bondage. penetration. strap-on. fingering. breeding kink. mommy kink. rough sex. spit. cum eating. praises. degradation. possessiveness. kinky use of magic. gp!agatha harkness. mean!dom agatha but also soft!dom agatha. she's a woman of layers. female!reader.

Once is happenstance. Twice is coincidence. Three times...

You didn't even get out of the shower. The hot water continue to fall on you, relaxing your sore members, a thin fog dominated the bathroom. You just opened the box's door. "Babe!"

"Towel", you heard Agatha yelling back from your shared bedroom.

She was right. It's the forth night in a row you forget it folded on your bed. Getting that she was waiting for you in bed, you're pretty sure Agatha noticed and waited to see if you would remember to get it. Of course you didn't.

You heard when she opened the door. You got out from under the hot water, wishing that somehow your temperature wouldn't change. With goosebumps rising on your skin, you shook the excess water out of your hair.

Agatha opened the box's door, a smirk decoring her face. She looked you up and down, admiring the way water runned down your body. It seem like don't matter how many times she sees you, it always feel like the first time. "That's such a bad habit of yours. What if one day I'm not at home?"

You reached out for the towel, but Agatha held it away from you. "It isn't a habit. It's a constant silly accident."

"So that's how you prefer to word it?" Agatha crossed her arms. You tried to get the towel again, but she took a step away from you. "'Cuz that sounds like a lie, sweet thing."

You extended your hand with your palm facing the roof. "Gimme that."

Agatha held your waist, not caring about the water. All she wanted was to feel your warm skin against her. Her thumb caressed your tummy, while her other fingers grabbed part of your thigh. "Don't think I should. I pretty much prefer this view."

"Than stop complaining", your nails scratched her forearm, fingers following the veins until you reached her hand. You closed yours over hers, making Agatha use more strenght to hold you. "And I promise to always forget my towel."

Agatha response came in a electric feeling against your wet skin. She was doing it again. You watched the purple strings circling your body, enclosuring your feet and hands. Agatha walked away from the bathroom, and her magic made your follow her.

You giggled, enjoying that feeling of being throw around without having to put on any effort. It feels so good when Agatha just put you were she wants and take everything she can from you. You feel like a doll. Like something precious.

"Let's seal the deal", Agatha dropped the towel on the floor and you on your bed at the same time. You couldn't care less about the bed sheets. "Open your legs for me."

She could have opened them. Agatha knows you like to give up control, just as you know she loves to take it. But she wanted to see you revealing yourself. To make you show her where you wanted to be touched, where you needed her.

She crawled and held your thights, pulling you closer to her. She bit your delicate skin, marking it with her teeths. "I won't ask twice."

You did as she ordered, and Agatha licked the bite as a reward for your good behavior. Agatha stayed there for some time, provoking you by being so near where you wanted her and still so far away.

"You'll ended up marking me", you tried to argue with her. To use your logic to make Agatha do what you wanted. You rolled your hips, but Agatha moved away from you.

Agatha kneeled between your legs, and it filled you with a sweet rage to see that you were naked and wet while she was wearing so many clothes. So unfair. "You're mine, aren't you? My dirty girl, my sweet princess, my pretty slut."

"You know I am."

Agatha caressed your cheeks, and that normally pure act of affection never felt so depraved. She kissed your shoulders, licked your neck, pushed her nose against your skin. When her lips were about to touch yours, she grabbed your chin and held you in place. Her nails scratched your face. "Then I can do whatever I want to you."

You put your hand on hers, stroking her skin while looking deep into her eyes. You kissed her thumb, scratched gently her fingers, pulled your face against her skin. You kissed each finger of her hand, then licked them. You kept eye contact, moaned with her fingers on your mouth, and let them go with a dirty pop.

"Please", you whimpered. "Touch me, please. Pretty please."

Agatha slide her fingers through your body, so slowly that for a second you thought she wouldn't do a damn thing. Then she smiled, and her fingers finally laid on your needy pussy.

While her fingers played with your lips, the speed changing whenever you were almost getting used to the feeling, Agatha finally kissed you. It was so rough, filled with a burning desire for one another. It made you feel hers. It made you want to be hers until the finish line.

Agatha moved to suck your nipples. Her tongue was made for you. The way she knew your body, doing exactly what you wanted her to do, made you moan her name.

Agatha groaned against your breasts.

So you did it again. You whimpered her name, whispered it, screamed. Her name was the only word your mouth knew.

"Such a good girl", Agatha moaned against you. You didn't even touched her, but you were doing exactly what gave her pleasure. You praised her, you begged for her, you treated her like your owner. Because she is. You're hers. You will forever be hers. "Doing exactly what mommy taught you."

Before you could even react, she penetrated your pussy. Her pussy. Two fingers, wet with your own saliva, made their way into you. They felt so right, so perfectly made for you. She curved them inside you, and with your eyes closed the pleasure expand into you as waves.

When her tongue rubbed your clit, not even her name was something you could say. You made inhumans sounds, so lost in pleasure. When she was fast, you felt your eyes turning. When she was slow, it was such a great torture you felt like anything would be enough to make you scream. Don't matter what Agatha gives you, it's always what you need.

When Agatha noticed you weren't breathing, she bit your tight and got next to your face. She kissed you, making even harder to breath, and made you taste yourself.

Agatha loves to feel you breathless against her.

You were being so good for her. So docile. You gave up control to her. Many would think that this means you're weaker, but those people aren't worth your attention. You trust her. You want her. Agatha can do anything to you but not because she owns you, but because she knows you.

And for being such a sweet thing, Agatha will do whatever you want. No games, no edging, just you and your pleasure.

"What do you want, pretty girl?" Agatha fucked you even harder. She didn't wanted you to think about it, to imagine what would make Agatha happy, she wanted the truth. "Mommy will give it to you."

Between lossen moanings and her rough kisses, your mind was reduced to something else. To something animalistic. "I- Want", your words didn't felt right. Were they even words? You don't remember. You can't remember. "I want... you. You filling me up. I want to feel you coming into me."

Agatha froze.

When the lack of any movement endured, you opened your eyes. Looking at Agatha, you understood what you have said. "Oh, no", you whispered. "I didn't mean to- Look it wasn't... I swear I wasn't imagining you're a man or anything I just... Dear lord, please kill me or I..."

But this time what shut you wasn't the cacophony of thoughts. It wasn't your fear that Agatha may think you want something more than her. It wasn't the shame of saying something and feeling judge. It was Agatha's fingers deep into your mouth.

"So my dumb slut want mommy to cum inside of her?" You blinked and unsure of what to do you nodded. It was such a pathetic view. You, clearly embarrassed, nodding with her wet fingers into your mouth. "Than that's what mommy will give to her."

A electric wave went throught your body, but this time it wasn't meant to you. When you looked down, you saw Agatha's magic doing something you never imagined that was possible.

Agatha has a dick. Not a strap-on, not a sex toy, but a purple member. And it was exactly how you like it. The exactly measurements you like the strap-on you use the most. The veins, the rounded tip. Have she ever saw it? Does she knows you uses it?

Without warning, Agatha entered you. It was so perfect. Just what you wanted. It felt so good inside you. So made for you. And when you thought it couldn't get better, Agatha moved her hips.

From there you couldn't think anymore.

But the best part was to look into Agatha's eyes. To see her almost whimpering for you. You knew she could feel everything. You could see it on her eyes. So you made your pussy get even tighter, torturing her on such a good way.

"Fuck", her breathless moans made you so wet. How could she never did that before? You will never want something different from now on. "I'll never get out of you. I will fuck this pussy until you can't take no more. I will be inside you forever."

Agatha kissed you, but both of you felt so sensitive. She couldn't close her mouth, so you licked her tongue. It made such a nasty sound. "You do me so good", you whispered.

Watching you licking whatever you could, so hungry to have Agatha on your mouth, she felt that you would do anything for her. That just as Agatha would turn every wet dream of yours into reality, you would make anything that could possibly make her feel good.

So Agatha decided to test her theory. "Open you mouth."

You did just as she wanted. You put your tongue out, almost as if you knew what Agatha wanted. As if it was your thought, your desire, and Agatha was just doing as you wanted.

She spat on you tongue, and you took everything she had for you. Agatha couldn't look away from your eyes. They were teasing her, begging for more while also demanding. You moaned as you drank her saliva.

That was her limit.

Agatha groaned against you, and slapped your thight. The sound you made was so perfect. She put your ankles on her shoulders, and fucked you like her life depended on it.

And at that moment, it was true.

Feeling your insides welcoming her, Agatha gave you everything she had. She went harder against your pussy. For a second she was sure you could see stars. That even herself would.

And when you closed your eyes, your legs shaking and pussy aching, Agatha reached her breaking point.

She came into you.

And for the first time in your life you felt complete.

Agatha buried her head on your neck. "I gonna burn every single towel on this house."

You laughed, or at least you tried since you hadn't been able to breathe in a while. You kissed her temple, and just then you realized that your nails were deep on her back. "Deal."

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[getlostsquidward]

i miss you need a womans touch in your place

A/N: skzksks felt 😖 i'm gonna be honest i haven't written a thing for part 2 yet LMAO i'm still in a high after watching DS:MoM and got a surge of ideas for stephen fics. But don't fret, mother-in-law!aggie is coming back, and here's a drabble for a start

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Family Dinner

Agatha Harkness x Fem!Reader

[Taste Of A Poison Paradise AU] - Series Overview

Warnings: Agatha is sexual provocation personified, but you all know that by now

“Get your fingers away from there, please?” You said with gritted teeth, leaning towards Agatha’s ear.

“I’m sorry, did you forget who’s in charge, dear?”

As you would expect, Agatha never relented and continued to caress your thighs. The touch would be welcomed in any closed space where it’s only the two of you, but her being this bold in front of your husband and grandma is a dangerous thing to play.

The good thing was Frank and your grandma were too engrossed in a conversation to notice your face heating up, breaking out in a sweat. Hell’s on Agatha’s side, you supposed.

“No panties? Good girl,” Agatha whispered as her nimble digits grazed your clit, making you let go of the spoon you were holding. The two unsuspecting persons across the table turned their heads toward you. Shit. All the colors on your face flushed out.

“Babe, you alright? You look pale,” your husband asked, reaching for your free hand resting on the table. You retracted your hand before he could touch you, the sight of him giving you affection while his mother’s fingers were about to plunge deep in your cunt not sitting well with you.

“I’m fine, I just need to go to the bathroom,” you gave them all an assuring smile, before gently removing Agatha’s hand between your thighs and excusing yourself from the table. You could feel the woman’s eyes trailing you.

“God I’ve been thinking about this all week,” Agatha nuzzled her face against your neck, peppering the skin with kisses. Her hands snaked around your waist, effectively trapping you between her and the sink.

“Agatha… they’re… what if someone caught us?”

Your breathing was getting ragged, melting under Agatha’s touch as her hands wander on your body. You could feel your juices trailing on your thighs, a result of Agatha riling you up since the dinner started. And even though you really would like to have her head buried between your thighs, you know you’re not in the power to do so. It was never yours, to begin with.

“I hope they don’t mind me going ahead with dessert. How quickly can you cum, sweetheart?”

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[scarlethexelove]

Hi Idk if your requests are still open but if they are, please can I request something? 🫣Remember Agatha photos, yes the one with the suit 🥴🫠🫨 I was thinking about Professor! Agatha. I want that. Daddy kink, breeding, and magic of course. Add whatever you want to it. Obviously, Top!Agatha

My Office

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Pairing: Agatha Harkness x Reader

Word Count: 3102

Warnings: Professor!Agatha, Smut, Manipulation, Enchanted Strap, Fingering, A bit of mind control, Use of magic, Squirting, Daddy Kink, Dark!Agatha, Dom!Agatha, Sub!Reader, Breeding, Cock Warming, Virgin!Reader, Innocent!Reader, A bit of Dacryphilia, Age Gap (Agatha early 40s, Reader early/mid 20s), I think that is it

A/n: Alright so this one got away from me a bit. I made her a bit dark because I didn't want to fully typical professor/student relationship. I did also feel with making Reader so innocent that Reader being a virgin so that Agatha can manipulate her more was fun. Hope you like it and I didn't add anything that you didn't like

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This class was your least favorite. History. You’re in history class with your least favorite teacher, Miss.Harkness. You don’t understand why you are borderline failing this class. You have been a straight A student all your life. You currently have a 4.0 GPA but you still can’t wrap your head around why this one is different. It’s like when you get your test back that you took a totally different test than what is being handed back. You’re beginning to think you are going crazy. How could you be doing this bad on all of these tests? Your GPA is tanking quickly and you just want to cry. And you almost do when another F lands on your desk right in front of you. 

“See me in my office after class.” Mrs.Harkness leans down and whispers in your ear. It’s like you can hear the smirk in her voice but you dare not to look. Fighting back the tears that threaten to fall as your eyes shine with them. You just give her a gentle nod as she continues to pass out papers. 

Your hands grip the pages looking at all the red X’s on the page. It’s History, it shouldn't be this hard. You studied all night for this test. You’re beginning to think that Mrs.Harkness has it out for you and wants you to fail. 

What you don’t know is that she doesn’t want you to fail. She has a plan for you and the only way she can make it happen is for her to make you desperate. So she uses her magic to change your answers. The handwriting looks the same so that you get the question wrong. She likes to tell herself that she would never use her magic in this way but she has to have you. So she continues to make you fail. The only test left is your final and she knows that you are at your most vulnerable and desperate to achieve a higher grade. So now is her time to strike. 

After class you walk slowly to her office. Having stopped in the bathroom to clean yourself up after letting a few tears slip down your face. You now stand outside the office door. Frosted glass with Miss.Harkness written in bold letters on the glass. The name mocking you as you gently knock on the door. 

“Come in dear.” You hear her call out from behind the door. You gulp down the fear rising in your throat as you turn the squeaky handle and enter the room. There she is behind her desk in a large black chair. She looks up at you with a smirk playing on her lips. She watches your nervous form as you rub your sweaty palms on your pants. “Y-you wanted to s-see me Miss.Harkness?” You stutter out, fear in your voice. 

“Agatha sweetie. You can call me Agatha sweetheart. We aren’t in class anymore.” She smiles at you standing from her seat as you awkwardly stand in the middle of her office.  She shrugs off her long suit coat that almost reaches the floor. She sets it on the back of her chair leaving her in a white button up shirt and suit pants. You hate to admit it but the older woman is very attractive. If you weren’t terrified of her you may actually have a crush on the woman. But you have no time to think about that. You’re failing her class and you need to pass. 

You nod and mumble “Agatha.” Her name feels strange on your tongue. “Sit dear, we have some things to discuss.” She motions for you to sit in the chair in front of her desk. You hesitantly move and sit as she rounds her desk. She moves and sits on the edge of her desk right in front of you. Pushing her sleeves up before gripping the edge of her desk, her legs slightly crossed as she holds herself up on the desk. “I’m very disappointed in you Y/n. I had heard many wonderful things about you from your previous professors but your work has been… underwhelming to say the least. I thought you had some brains in that pretty little head of yours.” Her voice is condescending and you can feel more tears in your eyes. You don’t even register the fact that she called you pretty at that moment. Only focusing on the criticism at the moment. 

You look down, not meeting her eyes. “I-I-I” The tears threaten to fall as you try to hold your composure. Agatha thriving on your innocence and your fears. Her finger hooking under your chin as she leans forward forcing you to look up at her. “I don’t understand why. I-I study for hours. I know the material.” Your voice shakes slightly. “Obviously not or you would be passing my class.” She tisk. A tear rolls down your cheek. She moves her hand cupping your cheek and wipes the tear away with her thumb. She has you exactly where she wants you. “What if I told you there was something you could do for me. Something that will let you pass and possibly even get you an A.” 

“Yes! Yes! Yes! I’ll do anything you ask of me just please I don’t wanna fail.” More tears slip down your cheeks as you don’t even question what she could possibly want from you. All you care about right now is your grade and to pass this class. You can deal with the consequences later. Right now you need this. 

Agatha’s smirk grows more sinister. Purple smoke forms around her hand as you hear the door behind you lock. Your eyes widen as you look back at the purple smoke fading from the door before you look back now terrified at the woman in front of you. “W-what are you?” You question her trying to pull away from her touch. Her fingers gripping your chin harshly as she leans down closer to you, her lips inches from yours. “Oh, did you think that history stays in the past? I’m a witch my dear. Delightful to meet you my dear.” She laughs a wicked laugh.

Your mind is reeling from the new information. What could a witch want from you? Is she evil or good? Has she been purposely failing you? How can you get away from her? You can’t seem to understand anything right now. Your mind is going hazy. You don’t even notice the purple smoke this time as it seeps into your mind. You're being pliable to her just the way she likes it. 

Agatha leans the rest of that distance and kisses your lips. With the magic she is using on you you kiss her back almost immediately. As the two of you make out Agatha starts to move you both gently. She gets you up on your feet grasping your hips tightly before she flips you pressing you against the desk. With her hands on your hips she urges you to sit on the desk which you do with her help. When air becomes an issue she pulls back her forehead leaning against yours. All you feel now is her and the need for her. 

Agatha is pressed against you. You feel a bulge in her pants causing you to let out a whimper. “Oh sweetheart. Do you want daddy to fuck you?” She grinds into you moaning. You look at her with innocence with a touch of fear. Your mind is trying to scream at you to say no but soon that voice becomes small and distant until you can’t hear it anymore. Your only thoughts are of her.

“Daddy?” You say cautiously. Seeing how it feels on your tongue. She smiles at you. “Yes baby.” She says with another grind of her hips which causes you to let out a moan. “I-I’ve never.” Is all that you can get out. Too embarrassed to add anything hoping she gets the hint which she does. A low groan leaving her lips. She knew you were innocent but not this innocent and now she gets to ruin you for anyone else. “That’s ok sweet girl Daddy will take care of you. Do you want daddy to take care of you?” You ponder her question for a moment before nodding your head. 

“I need words sweet girl.” Now that she has you she is going to teach you right. “Yes.” You mumble. “Yes what?” She asks, pulling back slightly to see what you would do. “Yes Daddy.” You grip her shirt, pulling her back. “Mmm good girl.” Her words make you blush and let out a small whine. You’re so adorable she thinks.

With her hands on your hips she pulls at your pants motioning for you to let her take them off. You lift your hips for her as she pulls them down and you help kick them off. She moans seeing the large wet spot on your panties. You shy under her gaze and try to close your legs but she doesn’t let you. Her fingers digging into the flesh of your thighs. Where you know you will have bruises tomorrow. Her one hand moving and pressing against your clothed bundle of nerves. You squirm at the touch, a throb you have never felt before in core. Her other hand moving up and tugging at your shirt, a signal for you to take it off. 

You help take off your shirt as Agatha slowly starts to circle your clit with her finger. You unconsciously start to grind on her hand. Once your shirt is off her hand moves up and harshly grope your breast. She pulls your bra down letting your breast spill over the top. Leaning down and wrapping her lips around one of your nipples moving her hand to the other to tweak and pinch as her teeth scrape across the one in her mouth. The hand that was on your clothed core moves and grips your hips as she pushes closer and grinds against you. You both let out a moan at the feeling. One of your hands moving to her back and the other moving to the base of her scalp, lacing your fingers in her hair and gripping it tightly when she bites your nipple. Letting out a whimper as she groans. 

“Fuck baby girl, so wet and needy for me already.” Agatha pulls back before kissing your neck. Sucking and nipping leaving reddish purple marks on your neck wanting people to know that you are taken. As she attacks your neck her hand moves back down between your bodies, her fingers pushing aside your panties. Swiping her fingers through your drenched folds teasing your entrance before easing her finger in. You squirm at the stretch. “Daddy.” You whine. “Shhhh, baby girl. Daddy is going to make you feel so good.” Her lips never leave your neck as she pumps her finger slowly in and out of your pussy. “Yes daddy.” You whimper. 

She slowly starts to pick up her pace. A second finger joining the first as she pushes them both in. You grip her even tighter, digging your nails in whining at the slightly painful stretch. Small whimpers and moans leaving your lips egging her on to go faster curling her fingers. Your walls start to clamp down on her fingers letting her know that you are close. “D-Daddy I feel funny.” You whine trying to squirm away but Agatha growls digging her fingers into your hip. She quickens the pace wanting to see you fall apart around her fingers. She pulls back watching your face. Your face is scrunched up and you're trying to grip at any part of her that you can reach. “Let it go sweetheart. You can do it for daddy.” You shake your head, tears filling your eyes, but your body is telling a different story as your wall clamp around her fingers, your legs quivering. “You’ll feel so good. Just let it go. Don’t you want to cum all over daddy’s fingers?” You whimper and nod, finally letting the feeling take over you. Cum coating her fingers as she fucks you through your orgasm. Slowing down her pace before pulling out causing you to whimper at the loss. She pops her fingers in her mouth moaning at your taste. “Fuck sweetheart you taste devine. I should have done this earlier.” Your mind is hazy. She has you and your mind is hers. 

Your panting and lean your head forward onto her shoulder as you try to regain your composure. Until you hear the sound of her zipper being undone. You pull back looking at her. She shuffles her pants and boxers down as a purple strap springs out. It is large and you wonder how it will fit inside of you. She watches you intently as her hand wraps around the appendage. She moans as she jerks it. Your eyes moving up to hers being met with blown pupils. “Fuck Daddy is going to be able to feel how wet and warm you are. How tight your little cunt is. Fuck when your cum coats my dick. I can explode just thinking about it.” She moves back between your legs, a confused look on your face. “Daddy enchanted this cock. I’m going to be able to feel all of your perfect pussy.” Her anticipation has her already swiping her strap through your folds gathering your juices onto it. Nudging your clit ever so slightly as she does before moving it down and nudging it at your entrance. 

She slowly pushes in the head of her cock popping into your entrance and making you whine. “Daddy it won’t fit.” You already feel the painful stretch and so full from just the head. “I’ll make it fit sweetheart.” She kisses your lips to distract you as she slams forward fully sheathing herself in your warm tight pussy. You cry out at the painful stretch, her mouth swallowing your cries as you try and push her away but she is stronger than you. “Hurts Daddy.” You whine. “Shhh it’s ok daddy will make it feel better.” She starts to slowly thrust her hips. Tears are falling down your cheeks as she leans her forehead against yours wiping your tears away gently. 

Keeping her pace slow but thrusting deep as she watches your face turn from scrunched up pain to melting into pleasure. Both hands dig harshly into your hips as she picks up her pace. Her patience wear thin as she needs to fuck you. To make you cum on her cock. “So fucking tight. Fuck!” She says her hips are snapping into you. Your pain gradually turns into pleasure the more she fucks you. Your legs wrapping around her waist and your fingers digging into her back. She smirks no longer holding back and jackhammering into your willing pussy. Both your moans filling the office. She is fucking into you so harshly that her desks squeaks on the floor and papers start to fall off her desk, but neither of you care. 

“Mmm so good. You're such a good girl for me taking my cock.” She mumbles against your lips. The pleasure building causes your brain to turn to mush. Your moans bouncing off the walls. “G-Good.” Is all you’re able to mumble out. 

Agatha’s hips slap against your ass as she continues to pound into you. Angling her hips perfectly to hit that spot deep inside you that you're seeing stars. Her thrust is becoming more erratic as your walls start to tighten around her cock. “Fuck! I’m going to fill this pussy so full of my cum. Would you like that baby girl? For Daddy to fill your pretty pussy with my cum? Get you pregnant, breed you. Make you my pretty little housewife. I bet you would look so hot swollen with my babies. Fuck keep you pregnant all the time just so I can fill your horney needs all the time. Continuously fill this pussy till you're dripping and so dumbed down you’ll still be begging for more.” You moan loudly a small gush of liquid coating her cock as you're turned on more. “Oh fuck you like that baby girl. I’ll make it come true. Keep you as mine forever.” Your walls clenching tightly around her cock making her moan. 

“Please!” You moan out. You’re not sure what you're asking for whether it is to cum or for her to get you pregnant. You're close to falling over the edge again so you use your legs to pull her closer. Agatha is so close too. Her hand moving down and her thumb rubbing tight fast circles on your clit. Your loud moan edging her on. Her pace quickens again to an inhuman speed as she chases both of your highs. She feels you clench again. “Cum baby girl. Fuck! Cum on Daddy’s cock.” 

That’s all it takes. You both fall over the edge at the same time. Liquid squirting out of you onto Agatha as you feel a warm sticky liquid paint your walls. You're both moaning as agatha continues to thrust, riding out both of your highs, her thumb still circling your clit. You whimper as it starts to become too much. She slows down her thrust until she stops leaving herself sheathed inside of you. Her hands firmly planted on either side of you on the desk as both of your chests heave. Your arms wrap tightly around her as you nuzzle into her neck.

Your mind and body are exhausted, but you feel complete like this is what you have always wanted in life. Your mind is absent of the original reason for coming into this office. Your only thoughts are filled with Agatha. You're both there in silence, the only sound is the sounds of your breathing.  A comfortable silence between you two as you both enjoy the presence of one another. 

Agatha pulls you back and you let out a small whine. She moves your hair out of your face and wipes the tears off your cheeks. She has the kindest, most gentle smiles as she kisses your forehead, then the tip of your nose, before kissing your lips gently leaning her forehead against yours. “Daddy needs to grade some papers. How about you be a good girl and sit on Daddy’s cock while she does that.” You nod. “Mkay Daddy.” Knowing that this night will change your life forever.

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[ginnsbaker]

In Losing Grip On Sinking Ships (23/23)

Chapter summary: One year later, Wanda returns to the place where you promise to meet each other again

Chapter word count: 5.5k+ | Warnings: None | Ship: Wanda x Reader

Author's note: And here we are! Will post the Epilogue tomorrow night :)

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Next part: Epilogue

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Twenty-Three

One year later

It’s the most important flight of her life.

Wanda Maximoff is finally going home after a year in Barcelona. 

And it's only a matter of days before the date circled on her calendar arrives, the day she's set to see you again.

Before she boarded the plane, Pietro gave her a call, extending his well wishes and backing for her reunion. Shannon is expecting their second child, a baby girl. Pietro would have loved to be there for Wanda, to welcome her back after such an extended absence. However, Shannon's pregnancy has been more delicate this time around, requiring his undivided attention and care.

In the remaining moments before take-off, and after having secured Sparky on her lap, Wanda finds herself gazing at a picture of you on her phone. It’s an image that Valkyrie captured during the Cup-off, a picture of you and her side by side, your awkward yet endearing smile juxtaposed with her exuberant, wide grin.

As the plane ascends, distancing itself from the ground, her mind becomes filled with thoughts of you. She pushes the tray table up and leans her head against the window, watching the shrinking world below.

Have you changed? Have you grown out your hair or cut it shorter? Did your laugh still come out in those adorable bursts, or had life worn it down to a chuckle?

But beyond these surface changes, she wonders about your feelings. A year can transform emotions as much as it can alter appearances. But her heart aches for you, hoping that this part, this important part of you, remains constant.

The questions dance around in her mind as the miles fly by beneath her. 

Soon, she thinks, soon she'll see you again. Soon, she'll have her answers.

The moment her feet touch the ground at JFK airport, Wanda heads straight to the cafe. 

Although she's still got three days until she sees you, she has missed everyone else. When the opportunity arose to further her studies in culinary arts overseas, she felt compelled to take it. It was a prestigious scholarship in hospitality, coupled with advanced pastry and chocolate crafting, offered to her by one of the judges from last year's Cup-off competition.

Before leaving, Wanda had finalized a business partnership with Agatha, entrusting her with the cafe's operations during her absence. It was a decision made out of trust and necessity, knowing the cafe would be in capable hands.

At first, Wanda was ambivalent, reluctant to leave the comfort of all she knew. But when you told her about your decision, about needing a year to yourself, she took it as a sign. She took the opportunity to explore, grow, and learn more, just like you were doing. But now she's back, eager to catch up with everyone and curious about how the cafe has thrived under Agatha's care.

What immediately strikes Wanda about her cafe is the additional space it now occupies. When the shop next door had shut down eight months earlier, Agatha had promptly rung her up to grab the opportunity to expand their business. The cafe had been drawing an increasing number of customers since their victory in the Cup-off, and Wanda had immediately agreed to the expansion, recognizing that they were quickly outgrowing the existing space.

“Don’t pour anywhere but the coffee bed, Daisy, okay?” 

Peter's voice is the first thing that reaches her ears as she steps inside. He's guiding a young woman, likely a new employee, through the ins and outs of the pour-over brewing method, just like how Wanda taught him before. Their heads turn as the door chimes and an almost instant smile lights up Peter's face.

Wanda's own lips twitch upwards into a grin, returning the warm greetings silently before gently unhooking Sparky's leash. He doesn’t waste any time sniffing every inch of the room in a frenzy of enthusiasm.

“Wanda!” Peter exclaims, leaving the confines of the open kitchen to wrap her in a warm embrace. Just as he lets her go, Agatha appears from the backroom.

“Maximoff!” Agatha shrieks, drawing the attention of several heads in the room. She strides over quickly and practically shoves Peter out of the way so she can enfold Wanda in an even more suffocating hug.

“Welcome back!” Agatha exclaims, stepping back to look at her; her business partner is positively glowing. “How was Spain?”

Wanda smiles, “It was an incredible experience. I learned so much and met so many great people. And Barcelona... It’s a beautiful city.”

“And the food?” Peter interjects, looking curious.

“Out of this world,” Wanda replies with a laugh. Then she turns to Agatha and says, “So, tell me about your new hot date?”

As they chat and catch up, Wanda finds herself glancing at the clock every now and then, her heart beating a little faster with each passing minute. Three days. Just three more days until she sees you again.

Wanda wonders if these three days would feel longer than the year she spent without you.

***

Three days later, the large clock on the wall reads half-past eight. The cafe is usually buzzing with activity around this time, but today it’s quieter, as if everyone else is holding their breath too. 

Thirty minutes till closing, and you’re still a no-show.

Wanda is seated at the bar stool near the entrance, her elbows resting on the counter as she gazes blankly out of the window. Every now and then, her eyes flit towards the door, hoping to see your familiar figure. But each time, she’s met with disappointment.

She can't help but wonder if you've forgotten about the arrangement, or perhaps decided not to show up intentionally. Maybe you've decided to move on, to continue living your life without her. But the thought that terrifies her most is the possibility that something might have happened to you.

She shakes her head, trying to rid herself of these pessimistic thoughts. “They're late, not absent,” she mutters under her breath, clinging to the hope that you'll show up before the clock strikes nine.

Just as the last of her hope seems to be dwindling, the sudden presence of a new arrival snaps her back to the present.

She pivots slowly, heart thundering, and her eyes lock onto a face she had least expected to encounter today.

It's Natasha striding into the cafe with an inscrutable expression.

Seeing her, Wanda feels a strange mix of relief and anxiety. She hasn't seen Natasha since she confronted Wanda about her feelings for you, hasn’t heard from her since she helped locate you in Montauk. If Natasha is here, does that mean you're not coming? Or is she here to deliver a message from you?

Natasha catches sight of Wanda a second later and offers a small smile, a knowing look in her eyes. Wanda's breath catches, her vision momentarily blurring, while her pulse quickens, thundering in her ears.

“Good, you’re still here,” Natasha mutters, claiming the bar stool next to her. A snide remark about how she actually owns the place flits across Wanda's mind, but she brushes it aside, curious to see what Natasha is doing here.

“Nat–”

“I’m not going to beat around the bush because I’m terribly late and she’ll kill me if she finds out,” Natasha explains in a rush. “But Y/N won’t be able to make it.”

Her grip tightens around the edge of the table, knuckles white, as the room seems to tilt slightly. She had prepared herself for the worst, but hearing that you weren't coming still felt like a blow. She had spent the past year missing you, hoping for your return, and the fact that you weren't showing up as promised was a hard pill to swallow.

“Is it... is it because she doesn't want to?” Wanda asks quietly. Her whole disposition seems to wilt, as though an unseen force is pressing down on her.

Natasha lets out a heavy sigh, avoiding Wanda's questioning gaze. “It's...complicated.”

Wanda feels her heart dropping at the evasive response. A part of her doesn't want to hear what comes next, but she knows she has to.

“Y/N's mom has recently been diagnosed with Alzheimer's,” Natasha begins carefully. “And it's been tough on her, especially since she's also trying to mend their strained relationship.”

Wanda feels her heart twist at the news. She knew of your tumultuous relationship with your mother, and the added burden of dealing with such an illness must be incredibly hard on you. It only increases her longing to be at your side, to provide you the comfort you need at this critical time.

“Moreover,” Natasha continues, “She feels like she's not yet ready to see you... that she needs more time.” 

The words sting, and Wanda can't help but feel a rush of disappointment. 

“Thank you for letting me know, Natasha,” she says, attempting a smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes. “I had...well, you know, built up a lot in my head about this reunion.”

“I get that,” Natasha admits with a sigh. “And honestly? I wish she'd had the guts to tell you herself.”

Wanda looks away, blinking rapidly. “Yeah. So do I.”

Natasha's gaze lingers on Wanda's downturned face. There was a time when she despised the very sight of the woman before her, every fiber of her being resisting any empathy. But now, watching Wanda crumble, it twists something inside of her.

“Do you... do you have any idea why Y/N still doesn't feel ready to see me?” Wanda asks all of a sudden. There is a slight tremor in her voice, but she fights hard to keep her emotions in check, swallowing the lump in her throat. She needs to know, needs to understand, so she can find a way to support you, even if it's from a distance.

Natasha merely shakes her head. “I'm sorry, Wanda, but I don't have the answer,” she says, her voice carrying an undertone of regret.

Wanda gives a nod, a sad smile curving her lips. “Alright, thank you, Natasha,” she says quietly, a soft resignation in her voice. She wraps her arms around herself, as if trying to find comfort in her own embrace. Despite the gloom, she tries to put on a brave front. “Tell Y/N that... tell Y/N that I'm here, whenever she’s ready.”

“There's something else, Wanda,” Natasha says evenly, but there's a solemn look on her face that sends a shiver down Wanda's spine. “Y/N wanted me to tell you that it's okay to move on. She feels guilty that she couldn’t fulfill her promise and she doesn’t want you waiting forever.”

Wanda takes a deep breath, her eyes glistening as she fights back the tears, especially in front of your best friend.

“She... doesn't want me to wait?” Wanda's voice breaks a little as she forces the words out. 

The idea is utterly unfathomable to her. The very thought of not waiting, of possibly moving forward without you, feels foreign, almost laughable. All this time, she felt tethered to you, even with the miles and silence between. 

“No, Wanda, that’s not it,” Natasha gently corrects, her demeanor softening. “She thinks it’s not fair to you. To keep you waiting for something that might not even happen.”

Wanda blinks, a frown marring her face. “But I want to wait for her.”

Natasha sighs, rubbing her temples. “She worries that she might be holding you back from finding someone who can, well, be there for you. Someone who can offer you more certainty.”

“Does she need more time?” Wanda asks, and though she can hear the tinge of desperation in her own voice, she couldn’t bring herself to care. “I can wait, you know. I can give her all the time she needs.”

“That's the thing, Wanda,” Natasha says, meeting her eyes with a grimness that makes Wanda's heart sink. “She no longer knows when she'll be ready, if she'll ever be. She didn't want to give you an indefinite timeline.”

The gears in Wanda's mind are visibly turning as she digests the information, her face contorting with various emotions before settling on a desperate resolve. “Can I contact her? Just to see if she's okay?”

Natasha is quick to shake her head, an empathetic look on her face. “Wanda, I don't think that's a good idea.”

“But–”

“Listen,” Natasha interrupts, holding her gaze. “I understand where you're coming from. I do–”

Fury surges through Wanda. She pounds her hand on the table, her voice trembling as she snaps back, “Oh, so you know all about it, do you? Given your own track record with relationships, Natasha, can you honestly tell me you get where I'm coming from?”

“Yes,” Natasha says firmly, a statue of patience, undeterred by Wanda’s outburst. And she's able to remain steady, because she truly does get it. 

“Look, Wanda,” Natasha begins, leaning back in her chair with a sigh. “I made Bruce wait for me for years,” Her gaze falls, as if lost in the painful memories. “But all that waiting, all that uncertainty, it only bred more resentment, more pain. I hurt him more by making him wait than if I had just let him go. Perhaps I even took away many opportunities for him to be happy.”

She finally lifts her gaze to meet Wanda's. “Sometimes, we have to let go of the people we love, not because we want to, but because it's the right thing to do. It's not easy, and it hurts like hell. But sometimes, it's the kindest thing we can do.”

Wanda lapses into silence, feeling a sting of regret for having belittled Natasha's own experiences. She realizes, perhaps too late, that heartache is not a competition and that she has no right to assume that her own pain holds precedence over the other woman.

“In the end, I think Y/N is trying to spare you both from going through the same thing,” Natasha finishes, her voice thick with emotion as she allows a glimpse into her own painful past.

An extended period of silence blankets the pair as they both wrestle with their respective thoughts, looking out the window. As Wanda observes the thick snow blanketing the Manhattan pavements, she can't help but draw comparisons to the winters she experienced in Spain. The biting cold is a far cry from the Spanish winters where temperatures never dipped below zero. She likens herself to a plant frozen in an enduring winter, suddenly thawed out, expecting the warmth of spring, only to be thrown again in an even longer winter–an uncertain one.

The silence stretches on until it is broken by an awkward cough from Natasha. “So...uh,” she starts, glancing at her watch. “Is it too late to order a cup of coffee? I know you guys close in like, ten minutes?”

Wanda can't help the small chuckle that escapes her lips. Nodding, she pushes off from the table, making her way towards the counter. “It's never too late for a cup of coffee.”

Natasha follows her to the open kitchen, leaning casually against the countertop as Wanda gets to work. Wanda moves around the space with practiced ease, retrieving two mugs and starting the espresso machine.

“When did you two patch things up?” Wanda tosses out casually, glancing at Natasha while the coffee brews.

“About six months ago,” Natasha shares. Wanda acknowledges with a nod, meticulously pouring the espresso and then frothing milk, completely absorbed in her task.

“Because she took your advice?” Wanda asks over her shoulder, the undercurrent of raw emotion detectable in her otherwise composed demeanor.

Appearing a bit disconcerted, Natasha shakes her head slowly. “Truth be told, I didn't even know she took my advice... went her own separate way,” Natasha reveals, her eyes darting away. “I found out when her mother called me by accident. The anger had subsided by then. I wasn't furious anymore. I just... I missed her.”

As Wanda brings Natasha her coffee, they fall into a comfortable silence, standing side by side at the counter. 

“Even if she hadn't taken my advice, I think we would have found our way back to each other, eventually,” Natasha says, her voice soft, almost wistful. "She's my best friend, after all.”

Natasha stirs her coffee, her gaze lingering on the whirls of foam swirling in her cup. She doesn’t look at Wanda as she speaks again. “I’m sorry, Wanda,” she says, her tone solemn. “For having a hand in this. I never meant for things to turn out this way.”

Wanda gives her a long, hard look before letting out a sigh, her shoulders slumping slightly. “I know, Nat. It’s not your fault,” she says, her voice subdued. “I’m the one who set things in motion.”

Natasha, with a stern look, responds, “You can’t keep blaming yourself, Wanda.”

“I'm not blaming myself,” Wanda quickly counters, her voice carrying a faint echo of a smile. “But it's the truth. I've accepted that what happens in our future is like ripples spreading out from our decisions and actions.”

Natasha gazes at Wanda thoughtfully until Wanda starts to fidget under the intense scrutiny.

“What?” Wanda finally asks, her tone almost defensive.

“Nothing,” Natasha replies, her lips curling into a small, amused smile. “You just called me 'Nat'.”

Taken aback, Wanda gives a small, sheepish laugh. “Is that... bad?” she asks, her cheeks flushing a little in embarrassment.

“No, not at all,” Natasha's smile is warm and friendly. And for the first time, Wanda feels the start of a real, meaningful friendship between them.

Wanda’s quiet for a moment, mulling over something. Then, she breaks the silence with a soft sigh, “I'll wait for her. No matter how long it takes.”

Natasha raises her eyebrows, a clear question on her face. “Are you sure, Wanda?” She asks, her voice equally soft. “You're setting yourself up for a long, uncertain wait.”

“Yeah, I know,” Wanda murmurs, eyes instinctively darting to where the band used to be on her finger, now just a faint mark left behind. “But I want to. And... I'd appreciate it if you don't tell her. I don’t want to weigh her down with the burden of knowing that someone is here waiting for her.”

“You have my word,” she promises. Natasha takes a sip from her coffee, then poses her next question, “Hey, do you mind if I swing by here sometimes?”

Wanda gives her a mock exasperated look, rolling her eyes, “Of course, Nat. As long as you're not planning to rob me blind or something.”

Natasha chuckles at this, taking another sip and then humming in satisfaction. “Good,” she smiles appreciatively, “Because this might just be the best coffee I've ever tasted.”

***

A year and two weeks later

As you amble down the familiar streets leading to Second Chances Cafe, each footfall feels heavier than the last. You're more than a year late, and you have no idea if there's anything or anyone still waiting for you after all this time.

“Sure, Yelena, I can look into it for you,” you speak into your phone, rounding the corner onto the alley where the cafe is located. A twinge of nostalgia hits you as the signboard comes into view.

“Really?” Yelena sounds surprised and relieved all at once. “I mean, that's fantastic! You have no idea how much this could help. And don't worry about your identity being revealed. I'll make sure it stays hidden. This exposé is about uncovering the truth about Stark Industries’ tax evasion case, not dragging you into unwanted attention.”

You appreciate her consideration, knowing how much of a sticky situation it could become if your name gets thrown around with the exposé, especially considering you used to work for them.

As your conversation wraps up, you remember to send your best wishes to her partner, “Give my regards to Kate, will you?”

Yelena's laughter echoes from the other end, “She's right here. Kate, Y/N says 'hi'.”

There's a muted shout from the background, presumably Kate's greeting, and you can't help but chuckle. “Tell her I’ll beat her half-marathon record next time. I'll see you both soon.”

With that, you end the call. As you slide your phone back into your pocket, your fingers trace and then retrieve another item there–the contours of an old photo you have carried with you all this time. It’s the photo Valkyrie took of you and Wanda at the Cup-off, and you kept it with you wherever you went for more than two years. It’s tattered around the edges, but you both looked so happy, so in love, and so hopeful. 

It was a different time–a different you. 

Taking one final glance at the picture, you tuck it back safely into your pocket and push open the door to the cafe, the bell overhead jingling in recognition. The familiar sounds, the smells, the sight of the cozy interiors bring back a flood of memories. Your heart flutters with both anxiety and anticipation as you step inside, not knowing what awaits you, a year and two weeks too late.

Two unfamiliar faces are tending to the cafe at the moment. As you slowly approach the counter, you catch sight of a name tag on one of the employees–‘Daisy’, it reads. She greets you warmly, welcoming you before promptly asking for your order.

Rather than choosing a drink, your mind is focused elsewhere. You hesitate for a moment before speaking. “Actually, I was wondering…” you start, pausing to gather your thoughts. “Is the owner here today–”

Before you can even utter Wanda's name, Daisy interrupts, offering an apologetic smile. “I'm sorry, but the owner's not here right now. She's on an extended honeymoon in Asia,” she explains.

As soon as the words leave Daisy's mouth, it's as if everything around you ceases to exist. The casual banter, that constant buzz of the espresso machine, even the sound of mugs and spoons clattering, it all just blends into some distant background noise. 

“Honeymoon?” The word tumbles out of your mouth, your voice sounding foreign to your own ears, the impact of the statement making your heart lurch uncomfortably in your chest. “She's... married?”

Daisy nods sympathetically, her eyes showing a hint of surprise at your visible shock. “Yes, they left three months ago. I think they're in Bali now... or was it Thailand?”

Her words ricochet inside your mind, leaving you grappling with the sudden change in reality. Looking back, you guess it isn't the worst thing that could have happened. Honestly, you had no idea what you were walking into when you decided to come here. After all, you had asked Natasha to tell Wanda not to wait.

And that’s it, Wanda found love again, real enough for her to want to say 'yes' to a new beginning with someone else, and you’re–

You’re happy for her. At the end of the long dwindling tunnel, you just wanted to see Wanda once again. If not, you want to make sure she’s happy and living her life to the fullest. 

And knowing that makes you feel okay, maybe even hopeful, about moving forward. 

The smile that makes its way to your lips isn’t forced. It’s not as big as you hope it would be but it’s genuine. As you take in your surroundings, seeing the expanded area of the cafe, you can’t help but be proud of her. 

It's so overwhelming that you don't even notice the tears tracing a warm path down your cheeks until you hear Daisy's voice.

“Ma'am, are you alright?” she asks, concern etched in her young face.

Surprised, you hastily swipe at your eyes with chilled fingers.

“May I leave something for her?” you ask Daisy, pulling out the polaroid from earlier. You take a moment, looking at it one last time, before flipping it over and pulling out a pen.

With careful, slow strokes, you inscribe the words, ‘I'm happy for you, wherever you are.’ 

As you pass the photograph over to Daisy, the reality of the situation seeps in, casting a definitive end to the chapter that was. The young woman before you studies the photograph, her brows knitting together in confusion, a detail you fail to notice as you begin to take your leave.

Wanda is your greatest love–enough to last you this lifetime. You’ll find a way to spend the rest of your life without her, knowing what you two had will sustain you until your last breath. 

Daisy watches as you walk away, wondering who you were and why it felt like she had said the wrong thing.

Just moments after you step out of the cafe, its door swings open again to let in a breathless Wanda, her arms laden with grocery bags. 

She narrowly missed your visit by a heartbeat.

“God, this city is unbearably cold,” she grumbles, setting down the bags onto the counter with a huff. Daisy wastes no time handing her the keepsake you had left behind only moments ago.

“Hey Wanda, this was left for you,” Daisy says, extending your memento towards her.

Wanda, still catching her breath from her rush over, eyes the object in Daisy's hand with curiosity. From where she stands she can already tell what it is and who it’s from. The world seems to pause, almost taking a breath, as she hesitantly extends a trembling hand to take it.

Her voice breaks a bit as she asks, “Who... who dropped this off? When was this?”

Daisy, reading the urgency in Wanda's eyes, scrambles to recall. “A woman came in not long ago…” she starts, but Wanda's already dashing for the exit before she can finish.

Holding the photograph close to her chest, Wanda barely gives Daisy a chance to finish her sentence before she's out of the cafe, the door swinging shut behind her with a soft chime. Daisy, left in a daze by the abrupt departure, hardly has time to process what just happened.

Then, just as quickly, Wanda bursts back in, her face flushed from the adrenaline. “Which way did she go?” she asks urgently. Daisy, taken aback, simply points north. 

With a nod of thanks, Wanda takes off in that direction. Based on Daisy's indication, she surmises you’re probably headed towards the subway station. Her heart pounds in her chest as she makes her way through the familiar streets, the city's buzz fading to a dull roar in her ears. All she can focus on is the hope that she's not too late, that she might still catch you.

Racing towards the station with swift, almost reckless strides, the life she shared with you hit Wanda like a tidal wave. As each scene of their past plays out in her mind, she sends a silent prayer to anyone listening above, begging for a chance to find you.

Wanda's footsteps echo in the nearly deserted subway station. It's a lull between the usual crowds, making the vast space feel even more desolate. The sparsely populated platform should have made it easier to spot you, but instead, it made the hollow in her chest grow.

As she steps onto the almost empty platform, the glaring absence of familiar faces or shapes drowns her in dread. Every corner she checks, every shadow she hopes will move to reveal you, and with each passing second, the sinking feeling in her gut grows. 

Drawing a deep, shaky breath, she fights off the building tears, hoping against all odds for a glimpse, a hint, any sign that she hasn't missed her chance.

And then she sees you.

You're at the far end of the platform, bundled up in a thick black coat, hands rubbing together in a bid to fight off the cold. You blow into them, your breath fogging up in the chill.

For a beat, Wanda just watches. She doesn't rush, doesn't shout. She simply approaches with measured steps, drinking in the sight of you, allowing this moment to stretch out. 

As she gets closer, she takes in the subtle changes. The way your hair falls around your face, the look of concentration as you keep yourself warm, the way your shoulders hunch slightly against the cold. 

It's you, but also a different you, one shaped by time and distance.

She stops just beyond your immediate circle, her heart pounding furiously within her chest. Yet, before her lips part to speak your name, something–shift, an intuition–makes you pivot sharply towards her.

Your eyes blink slowly in surprise and then they quickly flick to her left ring finger.

It's bare. 

Your mouth drops open, then shuts again, clearly struggling to comprehend the sight of Wanda standing only a few feet away. 

“The woman from the coffee shop... she said you were married?” 

“That's Agatha,” Wanda responds, tears welling in her eyes.

“But she mentioned the owner–”

“I sold the cafe to her a year ago. I'm in the process of setting up a restaurant. I... I've been assisting at the cafe while she's on her honeymoon,” Wanda explains with a faint laugh.

“I thought–” Your voice breaks off, and the overwhelming urge to pull her into an embrace nearly overpowers you. Yet, there's a question, one that burns with urgency, that you need to clarify. 

Any more confusion could devastate what's left of your heart.

“Are you with someone else?”

Wanda releases a noise, somewhere between a chuckle and a choked cry, and then she's rushing into your arms, pressing her lips to yours in a kiss that's tear-streaked, snotty, a little gross, yet absolutely perfect. 

Because kissing Wanda Maximoff could never be anything other than perfect. ​​You hesitantly deepen the kiss, and suddenly, it's like a dam breaking. The cold metal and concrete around you are replaced by the warmth of her body pressed against yours. A faint scent of her shampoo wafts over, one that you recognize from days long past.

Your fingers, almost of their own accord, find their way to her face, tracing the contours you once knew so well, feeling the dampness of her tears. The intensity of the kiss shifts with each moment–at times tender, at times desperate, like a language only the two of you understand.

Breaking the kiss, she pulls back just enough to look you in the eyes, her own filled with a level of intensity that nearly takes your breath away.

“I'm not with anyone,” she says, her words tumbling out between gasping breaths. “There hasn't been anyone else for the last two years. It's only ever been you–”

“Me too,” you whisper against her lips before diving back into another kiss. This kiss is different, less desperate, but it’s as if this single kiss is mending the broken threads of the past, sealing the promise that you two will never let go again.

But eventually, you have to let go and let her breathe. Pulling back just a hair, you rest your forehead against Wanda's. “God, I've missed you,” you murmur, eyes still closed, half-afraid that this might just vanish if you dare to look.

Wanda gives a watery chuckle, “You have no idea.”

“I'm sorry I'm a year late,” you utter, tears suddenly spilling over before you can rein them in. The thought that Wanda might have really been the one that got married, that you could have truly lost her, crashes over you.

Wanda gently strokes your cheek with her thumb, her eyes soft and understanding. “Even if you're always late,” she murmurs, her lips tantalizingly close to yours, “I'll always wait for you.”

Holding Wanda close, you feel an overwhelming desire to ask her to marry you again. But this time, you won't rush it. After all, there’s two years of new things to learn about each other. And you want to cherish everything–the way her eyes light up when she laughs, the warmth of her hand in yours, and the quiet moments shared over morning coffee. 

You want to learn from your past, not rush into the future. You're ready to enjoy each day, to let your relationship grow and strengthen naturally. You're willing to be patient, because you know that the journey is just as important as the destination.

Wanda raises an eyebrow, a teasing glint in her eye as she waves the photograph slightly. “You really just dropped off this photo and planned to leave? Wishing me happiness like that?”

You nod, sniffling, “It meant everything to me. I thought... I thought if I couldn't be with you, at least I could hope you found happiness.”

Wanda's expression softens, her fingers tracing the lines of your palm before squeezing your hand reassuringly. “So, you were just gonna let me go, thinking I had moved on?” She laughs softly, though there's a tremble in her voice.

You swallow, the tightness in your throat making it hard to speak. “A lot can happen in two years, Wanda,” you say, meeting her gaze squarely. “More than anything, I wanted you to be happy... whether that was with me or someone else.”

She tilts her head, her eyes searching yours for a moment. “Two years,” she muses, as if contemplating the weight of every day, every hour that had passed between you two. Wanda takes your hand, squeezing it gently. "Let's not lose any more time," she whispers, intertwining her fingers with yours. 

You eventually miss the train that you’re supposed to take. 

But it doesn’t matter.

You’re already home.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“But-”

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

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

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

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

“Oh, shit! I’m gonna-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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