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agathasangel · 1 year

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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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skylarinfinity · 4 months

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agatha : [turn male reader into a frog] now suffer!

[male reader hopping away on the leaf to leaf with a big smile]

wanda : [sighed] you just make his childhood dream into reality...

agatha : wait- no!

tags lists @sonicqaulan @graysonfriggason @thebettermaximofftwins @sloanalistair @acienthazard @starlinggoldeneyes @ortegaolsen @wednesdaywanda @sandwichmarvel @gardenofmarvel @wanda-cabin-natasha-jacket @panandinpain0 @badblondebisexualboy @loving-wanda-in-every-universe

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upat4amwiththemoon · 1 year

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🌻 Marvel masterlists 🌻

Natasha Romanoff

Masterlist

Wanda Maximoff

Masterlist

Kate Bishop

Masterlist

WandaNat

Anywhere

Realizing your true love takes time.

Misunderstandings 1 | 2

Listening is all it takes.

Comfort

Mothers' arms are the best place to be.

No good teacher

Learning differences don’t make you a bad student.

Nightmares

Every night, the same nightmare.

Concentration

Sometimes the mind works too fast to keep up with.

Teenage dream

Enjoy your youth.

Teenage dirtbag

It never felt so good to be alive.

Saving you

There’s nothing more dangerous than two angry mothers.

Group project 1 | 2

Proximity warms hearts.

Teenage phase

At the end of the day, nothing is more important than moms.

Still works

When the counting starts, you better run.

Stranger danger

The most important rule: never go into a stranger’s house.

The blip 1 | 2

Broken families take time to heal.

Innocent crush

Everyone has that one teacher.

Ring camera

Caught in the act.

Fight

Punch a homophobe.

Spider-Girl

Is it a plane? Is it the Friendly neighborhood Spider-Girl? Sort of, it’s a girl who doesn’t listen to her moms!

Yelena Belova

I wish it was you

Big emotions lead to dangerous words.

Protector 1 | 2

Be the person you needed as a kid.

4 am

Nightly conversations.

Carol Danvers

Everything new

The house is starting to get full of unused things.

Bad idea

Not everything good looks perfect from the start.

A+

Sickness can't get in the way of a perfect score.

The stars

I see my lover when I look at the stars.

Agatha Harkness

My girlfriend is a witch

I'm your neighbor to the right. My right, not yours.

Jealousy, jealousy

No new friends.

Daisy Johnson

Training sessions

Workplace crushes.

Resurfaced

Feelings don't go away at the snap of fingers.

Friends, pals, besties

It's so great to have a friend like Daisy.

Bad time

Words that should've been left unsaid.

Kitson

What happens in the planet Kitson is contagious and burns.

The past

Actions done in the present stem from mistakes made in the past.

Lemons

When you’re in the past, don’t leave lemons on your crush’s bed.

Haunted

The memories never leave.

I love you

Two kinds of love.

Jemma Simmons

Art and science

The biochemist and the painter.

Bedside confessions

Near death brings out big feelings.

Avengers

Family

Sometimes it takes a while to find your true family.

BlackHill

Vigilante shit 1 | 2

Sneaking out to make out and beat bad people up.

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zafirosreverie · 4 days

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Always been like this (Agatha x F!Reader)

For: @tryingmybest233333 hope you like it!

Wanda jumped, barely saving the cake she had in her hands thanks to her magic. She quickly placed it on the counter and forced a smile as she watched Agnes storm into her kitchen. She doubted the brunette hadn't seen the red threads that came from her hands, but whatever it was that had her annoyed distracted her enough not to mention it.

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"That bitch!"

"What happened?" the redhead asked carefully "is it Y/N again?"

“When is it not Y/N, Wanda?” Agnes rolled her eyes.

The younger woman felt a little awkward for asking, but she kept her smile on her face as she allowed her friend to raid her wine rack. She really didn't know how it had started, or why.

Everything in Westview was supposed to be perfect, so that she and Vision could live their lives happily with each other without worrying about a thing. Sure, she had put Dottie there, but it was simply for the occasional drama she watched on old shows when she was a kid.

However, she did not remember this. A feud between neighbors, sure, in some episode perhaps, but a damn pitched war that devastated everything? Where had that come from?! Wanda had no idea.

The only thing she knew was that for some reason, you and Agnes hated each other's guts. You couldn't see each other on the street without starting to hurl insults that you barely disguised as flirting (but everyone could hear the venom in your voice), it was normal for indecently rude gestures to be thrown at each other, and even sabotage at each other in Dottie's meetings if you had the chance.

It was common knowledge that having you in the same room with Agnes for more than two seconds was an imminent catastrophe, and over time, they had all learned to leave you alone and try not to get caught in the crossfire between you two. But no one had been able to tell Wanda why you hated each other so much.

"It's always been like this" Geraldine had told her, shrugging as Agnes shot you annoyed glances across the street.

It was as if no one knew, as if you had simply woken up one morning and decided that you hated the brunette with everything in you and she had agreed to return the favor. Something had to give in. Even if it was for the sake of her cupboard.

“Agnes” she began cautiously as her friend poured her second glass “why do you hate Y/N so much?”

"Hey! She hates ME, so I hate her back" the brunette defended herself

"But why does she hate you?"

"And what do I know?" Agnes shrugged "probably because I'm prettier and she's jealous."

Wanda laughed, deciding it wasn't worth arguing with her friend, especially when it came to the other's ego and vanity, but something in her mind was bothering her. What if she was losing control? What if she had kept this fake reality for so long that its was strating to become real? What if people were gaining freedom? She wasn't going to get a straight answer from Agnes, so she would have to go to you to try to figure this out.

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"Oh, hello Wanda!" you smiled sweetly as the redhead walked towards you "how are you?"

"Fine, thank you, Y/N" she replied "I don't want to bother you, but, there is something I would like to ask you."

"Sure! I'll do what I can to help you" you assured her.

Wanda smiled gratefully at you, and the doubt in her mind simply grew. She, like everyone in town, knew you for being incredibly kind and helpful, always ready to offer good advice, a helping hand, or comfort to anyone who needed it. For her, it was almost impossible to imagine you hating someone. And yet, your smile turned into an annoyed grimace and you rolled your eyes when she mentioned her friend.

"It's about Agnes" she said softly.

"What did that hateful woman do now?" you asked with annoyance

"N-nothing…I think" she responded quickly "it's just…I just want to know why you seem to hate her so much"

You looked at the redhead in front of you carefully. She looked as firm and confident as ever, but in her eyes you could see that she was actually upset, almost desperate. You assumed that your fights with Agnes were disrupting her happy married life, especially since you were aware of the brunette breaking into her house to complain about you whenever she could.

"I don't hate her" you said, deciding that you could be a little compassionate toward her "I just resent her presence."

"That…isn't that the same as hating her?"

"No" you replied "I mean, I don't wish her harm or want her to die, that would be hating her, but I don't want her around me. That damn woman is capricious and spoiled and somehow she always gets what she wants. It's annoying."

"I know Agnes can be… difficult" Wanda conceded to you "but she's a good person, maybe you guys just need to get to know each other better"

"oh believe me" you laughed softly "I know her very well, better than anyone"

You winked and smiled before turning around and continuing on your way as if nothing had happened, leaving the redhead with more questions than answers and, if the suddenly cold air around you was any indicator, even greater desperation.

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"You're a bitch"

"You love me for that"

Agatha laughed heartily as she watched you pace around the kitchen, throwing ingredients into the pan as you smiled at her over your shoulder. Ever since you guys came to Westview to steal the chaos magic, the witch had to admit that your plan to have fun in the process made every day solving Wanda's problems worth it.

"How long do you think it will take for her to break?"

"I don't know, she seemed pretty lost this afternoon" you shrugged "although that might be because you're running out of her wine supply" you smirked.

"I have to charge something for all the help I give her" Agatha joked.

“I’m sure” you laughed.

The brunette looked at you in silence for a while longer, waiting until you finished making dinner and turned off the stove before walking over to you and hugging you from behind. She placed a soft kiss on your neck as you leaned against her and you could feel the smile growing on her face.

"So I'm a bloody capricious and spoiled woman, huh darling?" she whispered

"You know well that you are the most capricious and spoiled being in the world, Aggs" you laughed.

"And you are the rudest, most terrible person" she pouted "you fight with me when all I do is love you. But I shouldn't be surprised, it's always been like this"

"It's called marriage, honey" you smiled

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madwomansapologist · 7 months

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figurants still exist even during commercials break | agatha harkness

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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dying in your lips is how i wanna go

pairing: demon!agatha harkness x reader

a/n: re-fucking-post because it isnt showing in the tags

summary: agatha has done well on keeping her desire to ravish you under control in fears that she might scare you away, until one day, she snaps.

warnings: 18+, agatha has a penis, smut, oral sex, vaginal sex, anal, praise and degradation, breeding kink, overstimulation, cumflation, cockwarming, porn with a sprinkle of fluff

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“The devil is in the details.”

“That's not the only place he is.”

Agatha has warned you from the beginning, but you kept brushing her off. Not that you don't believe her, you do, being a witch and all that. You often joked that Agatha meeting you was because of a spell you botched, accidentally summoning her, and now she has to live with you because you don't know how to send her back.

You'd keep on telling her that she is the most beautiful demon you've laid your eyes on, but you haven't seen her true form.

About her true self, and how she might lose the semblance of humanity that she'd acquired from centuries of blending in with mortals—lose control, go berserk, and heaven knows what.

It has been long since she's indulged in her diabolical desires, and with you under her, with that beautiful shade of lipstick smearing on your cheeks and her cock—she knows there's only a short amount of time until she unleashes her demons.

You were so occupied sucking her that you didn't notice the nails buried in your hair starting to grow and sharpen. Agatha herself was lost in the way your cheeks would hollow, the gagging sounds music to her ears as she fucks your throat—that she doesn't feel her tail coming forth, the appendage seemingly with its own mind, slithering towards your still lace-clothed cunt.

You moaned both from pleasure, and surprise—was that Agatha?

Briefly, you let go of her cock, your eyes locked on to the pale purple color as it starts to bleed into her alabaster skin. Her fingers, you notice, are stained black up to the knuckles; her nails, always kept short, were long and sharp and claw-like.

When you made no move to escape, her tail began to creep towards your mouth, the pointy and tongue-like end prodding between your lips. As your tongue made contact with it, Agatha whined under her breath, telling you there's more than her fingers and cock that will have their turns inside you.

Agatha's pupils are blown, gradually spreading over her bright blue irises until her whole eyes become pitch black. It should be enough to have you run away in fear, but you stay glued to where you are, looking up at her with sparkling eyes and parted swollen lips. So small. So vulnerable. All for her to break.

Her soft spot for you has her starved, keeping herself from ravishing you wholly, only indulging in kissing and dry humping—afraid that if things went too far and she let herself feed on your lust, she'll scare you away and lose you.

But with you offering yourself on a silver platter, who is she to deny?

Curled horns start to sprout from her head, along with her pointy ears, and finally, her wings–huge and bat-like, spreading freely given the enormous space of the room.

You thought that that was the last of it until she grew taller, almost seven-foot in your quick estimate. Of course, along with the growth spurt is her cock.

Goodness gracious.

You stare at it, unconsciously licking your lips at the thought of it absolutely railing the living lights out of you.

The woman– demon in front of you could kill you with her bare hands, thighs, and wings, and you find yourself aroused beyond measure.

Agatha caresses your cheeks with a finger, her tail slithering out of your lips. “Penny for your thoughts, Y/N.”

“Ruin me, Agatha,” mindlessly, you pleaded. Agatha smirks, the lust that radiates off of you sating some of her hunger—but she needs more. “Make me yours.”

“Mm, but you're already mine, aren't you? My pretty little human.”

Agatha leans down, pressing her lips to yours.

Your hands fly around her neck to stabilize yourself, your knees going weak with the way she's practically devouring your mouth—her forked tongue demanding entrance and slides with yours.

She hooks her hands on your thighs as she lifts you up so easily like a rag doll. Your legs hook around her waist in turn, her cock hard and stiff against your stomach. Agatha pulled away with a whine, as she settles you down gently on the faux fur on the floor—the beds and the tables not sturdy enough for her.

Your breath catches in your throat as she towers over you once again in all her infernal glory—all that was left was her fucking you raw. You want– no, need to have that devilish cock in your cunt.

Prying your thighs apart, you watch her with bated breath as her mouth lavishes your core, her tongue licking stripes from your clit, swirling on your entrance, even reaching up to your ass. Agatha's mouth is so wet and hot and your pussy clenches around nothing as she eats you out like her last meal. Her hand crawls across your stomach, her nails grazing leaving trails in their wake. She reaches out to your breasts, her thumb and forefinger playing with your puckered buds.

Agatha rises between your legs, her smile showing her sharpened teeth and fangs—so sinister, yet so beautiful. She removes her hand from one of your nipples and replaces it with her tongue, licking and sucking and soaking your chest with drool, which quickly cools with the air.

One hand slips between your bodies, finding the warmth she so craves. Two of her fingers enter you immediately as her thumb plays with your clit. Agatha relishes the obscene squelching sound your cunt makes. She feels you clenching around her digits, and slows her thrusts. You whine when she removes her fingers, feeling so empty. “Uh-uh, sweets. I want to see you cum on my cock.”

She has no doubts that your pussy will swallow her huge dick greedily, but she licks you again, and again, for good measure. “I can't get enough of this fucking pussy. You taste heavenly, my pretty slut.”

Before you can say anything, if there's still anything/ left for you to say, her cock slides into you in one sharp thrust, not even letting you breathe for a second.

Oh well, you've been waiting for it.

Agatha lifts your legs up to her shoulders so she can reach into you deeply, your heels digging into her skin as she fucks you relentlessly. With watery eyes, you watch her wings flutter with every push.

Her cock stretches your cunt and you're sure she's reached your cervix. As she pounds into you mercilessly, you feel another appendage, her tail, creeping up on your ass hole. With the seemingly endless slick your pussy releases, it slides into your ass with no trouble. You throw your head back, eyes on the ceiling as your mouth falls open in silent screams and breathy moans.

“Look at you, so pretty all filled up…Do you want me to pump you even fuller with my cum? Gonna fuck my babies into you. I bet you'd want that, hm? My dirty whore?”

“Yes, fuck me! I want all your cum inside me, please, Agatha! Fuck– right there! I'm– please– gonna cum…” you babble out nonsense, mind heady with pleasure and desire to be bred by this painfully hot demon.

You've lost count of how many times Agatha made you cum—not that you were counting anyway. She carried your pliant body around as she maneuvers you in whatever position she thought of, her energy and stamina bottomless.

Every part of your body feels sore and you think you need a whole week of sleep to regain your strength. You weren't complaining, though. Not every person can say they had such out-of-this-world sex.

Agatha's cum seemed bottomless too as she filled your womb up, your belly now bloated with all of her. She rests for a good few seconds before going again–and you wonder, why did the two of you have to resist each other?

And the way she empties herself into you wasn't a slow spurt of white hot cum, no– it was like a fucking high-pressure hose. Agatha just kept cumming, your name rolling off her tongue, with Your cunt feels so good, You're made for me–only for me along the lines.

Her words make you feel so fuzzy, and you're so ready to take all of it.

It didn't take too long before your belly rounded like a pregnant woman in her full term, ready to pop. Agatha tugged at your hair gently to whisper in your ear, “I love you, my pretty little human,” she pants in between words, and this time you feel that her endless cum finally had its end. Her cock is still buried in your pussy as she shrinks down to her human size. “Mine.”

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tags: @midnight-lestrange @our-blood-is-our-ink @minszhuo @tr333sus @shayzulia @academiagaymess @thenazwife @p-nymph @wandakink @phattypoobutt @starrknessblog @gmtsu @inlovewithagathaharkness80

#gls kinktober 2022 #agatha harkness x reader #agatha harkness x you #agatha harkness smut #agatha harkness imagine #agatha harkness fanfiction #marvel imagine #marvel x reader #mcu x reader #kathryn hahn x reader

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lesbian-deadpool · 1 year

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Wanda: Are you threatening me?

Agatha: I’m sorry. I must have done it badly, I thought I made myself pretty obvious.

#source: grimm #incorrect marvel quotes #wade wilson imagine #wade wilson #agatha harkness imagine #agatha harkness #avengers imagine #avengers #marvel imagine #marvel #MCU imagine #MCU

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lowkeyerror · 2 years

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Mini Masterlist Marvel Edition

Welcome to my Mini Marvel Masterlist. New format because of the 100 links cap! Just like before, unless stated otherwise everything is female x reader. Well I'm sure you saw the greeting messages at the main masterlist, if you didn't here. Find something you like and get all comfy cozy, hope you enjoy!

Natasha Romanoff

I Lost Everything Pt1 & Pt2

Ex Military, New SHIELD

I Never Thought You’d Say It

She Wouldn’t Want This

You Left Me

Failure

I Wish I Would've

Adapt

Not What I Expected

Not From This Universe

A Little Mischief

Reformed

Exhaustion

Open the Door

Young & Capable

Ms. Romanoff

Nobody Knows

Spend My Time On Us

Wanda Maximoff

Invisible Thief Pt1 & Pt2

I Have To See Her Again

Distraction Pt1 & Pt2

Party

Simple

Little Brother's Best Friend

Holiday Season 🎄

Love Thy Neighbor

More Than Just A Mission

War Pt1 & Pt2

I'm Yours

Power Dynamics Pt1 & Pt2

Insecure

Unforgettable

Ex-Avenger

Best Friend's Wedding

Feeble Minded

Unsober Activities

Messy

Prom

Don't Forget You're Mine

The Gardener

Drunk

Comfort

Strong

The Lion's Den

The Villain's Hero Pt 1 & Pt2

Reputation

By Your Side

Effort

Warmth

WandaNat

Teammates Pt1 & Pt2

Syllabus Week

My Fault

Third Wheel Pt1 & Pt2

An Earth Kiss

No Escape

The Family Buisness

Agatha Harkness

I Can’t Do This Anymore

I'm Sorry ( Agatha Harkness x Wanda Maximoff)

A Young Ache

Power

Real

Yelena Belova

Nights With You

Car Troubles

Ambush

Kate Bishop

Partner

Drowning

Hero

Home For The Holidays

Teamwork

#natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff imagine #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x natasha romanoff #agatha harkness imagine #agatha harkness x wanda maximoff #agatha harkness x reader #yelena belova imagines #yelena imagine #yelena belova imagine #yelena belova x reader #kate bishop imagine #kate bishop x reader #masterlist

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wandasgf · 8 months

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Hiiii! I read the asks with the 🦖anon and I would like to request a one-shot of Agatha Harkness and bunny! Reader if it is possible ☺️

pairings: agatha harkness + bunny!reader

warnings: none, very fluffy, slight bratty reader, no pronouns used for reader

wc: 300~

a/n: i know this is super short, but i hope you like it anyway ! i hope this is what you're looking for, i struggle a little bit with writing agatha so it might be a bit ooc

“I don’t want to.” You huff, crossing your arms over your chest and pouting up at Agatha, one of your ears twitching in annoyance. The witch looks down at you and arches an eyebrow, “I didn’t ask if you wanted to, Sugar. I said you were going to.”

You stick your tongue out at her and stomp as you stand your ground… try to stand your ground. “Well, I said no.” You think to yourself for a second and Agatha lets you, wanting to see what exactly it is you think is going to make her agree with you.

“...What's that thing Wanda always says?” You mumble more to yourself than anything, tugging at one of your ears thoughtfully. “Oh! No is a full sentence, Aggie.” You grin triumphantly, looking up at your girlfriend.

Agatha rolls her eyes fondly, clearly she'd been letting you spend too much time with the younger witch. “In some instances, yes. This is not one of those instances, Sweetness.”

You open your mouth to protest and Agatha gives you a look that has your ears flattening against your head, but she immediately softens when she notices. She's not trying to scare you, she just wants you to listen.

“Bunny, if you say no to me one more time, it will be the last thing you say for the rest of the day. Understand?”

You nod, sulking and grumbling to yourself about how you knew Wanda was lying when she said that.

“Now, come on, you're not stalling any longer. It's bath time, Sugar.” Agatha motions for you to follow her as she walks towards the main bathroom.

You huff as you follow behind her, dragging your feet, “But Aggie, you know I don't like getting my ears wet!”

#alice's fics !#💌 anons #agatha harkness x reader #agatha harkness imagine #agatha harkness x female reader

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agathasangel · 1 year

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this is only the beginning (agatha harkness x fem!witch!reader NSFW)

warnings: smut, fluff and angst. soft!dark!agatha but she’s more soft than dark here, all the pet names, mommy kink, fingering, sex magic, enchanted strap ons (I feel like it’s unoriginal so sorry but it’s too good not to do), agatha takes reader’s virginity, praise kink, reader and agatha say i love you for the first time

takes place sometime before make me forget

summary: agatha has taken you away from your isolated life, and you’re excited to finally have a friend and mentor, another witch who helps and accepts you. you and agatha have been getting closer, but she wants to truly make you hers.

Agatha woke up in the middle of the night to an unfamiliar feeling. You were asleep in her bed with her, your arms wrapped around her. You looked so peaceful, so pretty. You often stayed over at Agatha’s house as your lessons often went on until late at night. You loved the company, and desperately needed it. And, although she wouldn’t admit it to herself, so did Agatha. Normally you slept on her couch, but tonight was different.

Agatha had been teaching you transmutation, and you practiced on a bug, trying to turn it into a bird. It proved difficult.

“It takes a long time to master, honey. It’s easy for me ‘cause I’ve been doing it for three hundred years, but I didn’t get there overnight.”

She was such a good teacher. Only a few lessons in, and you were able to control your telekinesis so much more. No more accidental crashes or mishaps in public after that, and you had no idea how she did it. Before meeting her, you tried everything and nothing seemed to work. It was harder to use now, but she assured you that that’s just what happens, and and your powers would get even stronger than before.

“Thanks for helping me with this. And being so patient. You’re an amazing teacher, Agatha,” you said, giving her an awkward kiss on the cheek. You had wanted to kiss her for a long time, your attraction to the older woman had clouded your brain since she began teaching you. Sometimes Agatha made you think she felt the same way, calling you pet names like “honey”, “baby” or “sweetheart”, putting an arm around your waist and keeping it there for a bit, or tucking you in at night even though you’re a grown woman. You didn’t know what had come over you in that exact moment, but you figured that if she didn’t feel the same way, she would brush it off as a friendly gesture. Friends do that sometimes, right?

You didn’t really know. The truth was, Agatha was your only friend. You nervously awaited her reaction to your impulsive decision.

“You’re so cute, baby. How nervous were you to do that?”

“I was- I was really nervous. I’m sorry, I won’t do it again if-“

She cut you off by giving you your first real kiss, her lips and tongue entangled with yours. You didn’t know what you were doing, you had never done this before.

Agatha sensed your attraction to her for a while now, and she did feel the same way. After spending so much time with you she stopped wanting to drain all your power, stopped wanting to use you for her selfish purposes. One night, she tucked you into a blanket on the couch and just told herself she would use her power to protect you from a world that was afraid of women like you and her, that would hurt a young naive witch like you. You were so sweet, and although she told herself and everyone that she preferred to work alone and didn’t need anyone else, the truth was that she wanted you. Agatha cursed herself for being so soft, but a part of her missed having her coven, and her family. And she thought maybe she could start a new one with you, if you’d have her.

She pulled away from you, tucking your hair behind your ears.

“You’re doing great, sweetheart. Just relax for me. Am I the first woman to ever kiss you, sweet thing?”

“First person, actually.”

“So innocent. We’ll take things slow, okay? The last thing I want is to hurt or scare you. I want you, (y/n). Do you want me too?”

“More than anything, Agatha,” and she led you into her bedroom and began kissing you even more, running her hands up and down your body.

“We can continue the lesson tomorrow, angel. Just give into me now.”

You spent the rest of the night kissing and cuddling with Agatha. She wanted to move slowly with you because she knew how inexperienced you were, but her mind raced with the things she wanted to do to you once you were ready.

“It’s getting late, Aggie. I should probably go to bed,” you said as you got up and started for the door.

“(Y/n), wait. Why don’t you sleep in here with me?”

“Are you serious? I’d love to!”

So you changed into your pajamas in front of her as she tried her best not to stare, and you held each other until you fell asleep.

After she woke up, Agatha couldn’t get back to sleep. The newness of all this, it excited and scared her far too much. Not to mention the guilt she felt about her original intentions with you. As the sun began to rise she gently moved you, trying her best not to disturb your sleep, and went to the kitchen to start the coffee maker and make breakfast for the two of you.

You woke up in Agatha’s bed, unfamiliar yet so soft and comfortable. You heard her footsteps coming towards the door, and she entered with a tray.

“You awake, baby? I have a surprise.”

“You made me breakfast? That’s so nice, you didn’t have to do that.”

“I couldn’t get back to sleep.”

“I’m sorry. Did I bother you? I can start sleeping on the couch again if you’d prefer-“

“No, honey. It was wonderful. I’ve just been on my own for so long, this is new. I mean I’ve been with women, sure, but I truly care for you.”

“It’s new to me too. I’ve never even kissed anyone. I’ve never had anyone who cared about me the way you do, Aggie. You make me so happy.”

You snuggled into the older witch as the two of you finished the breakfast she made. You couldn’t believe this was your life.

You and Agatha stayed inseparable since then, hardly ever leaving her house. All you seemed to do was practice magic, cuddle and kiss. It was heaven. One night she tried to take it further, slipping a hand between your legs.

“Does that feel good, baby?”

“I- I’ve never done this before, Aggie.”

“I’ll stop if you want.”

“No, don’t stop. I like it.”

So she continued to kiss you, palming her hand between your legs. You started to feel wet, excited for what the woman would do to you next. Agatha pulled down your pants and underwear and slipped a finger in you, drawing out a shy moan.

“Is that good? Does my baby want more?”

“Yes. Yes!”

She slipped a second finger in you, stretching you out a bit and making you feel so good, and soaking everything around you.

“Such a good girl. So good for mommy.”

“Mommy?”

“Yes, my sweet baby. That’s what I want you to call me when I’m touching you, when I’m deep inside your aching little pussy.”

“Yes, mommy.”

“Good. Now I have a special reward for you. Wait here.”

Agatha pulled her soaking wet fingers out of you and you whined, wanting her back.

“This is even better than my fingers, baby. Just you wait.” She went over to the closet and pulled out a long-forgotten toy that she once loved. Years ago, when Agatha was sleeping around more often, she had enchanted some of her strap-ons so that she could feel herself inside of all the girls she fucked. The idea of taking your virginity with one of them had haunted her mind ever since you kissed her that night, and she was finally about to do just that.

“Aggie- er- mommy- that’s so big-“

“Oh darling, you’ve never had anything bigger than a couple of your little fingers have you?”

You shook your head.

“It’s okay. We can take it slow. Stroke it for me, sweet thing. There, just like that.”

You put her hand on the shaft and stroked it up and down, and Agatha let out a groan of pleasure.

“Ugh, that feels so good, babe. Keep doing that.”

“Can you feel it? You enchanted it, didn’t you.”

“Such a smart girl you are. Yes, my dear, I can feel everything. I can’t wait to for it to be buried inside you, taking your virginity.”

“Mommy, take me. I’m so wet for you. I just wanna make you feel good.”

“Gladly, darling girl. If it’s too much let me know. Now spread those legs for me, let mommy in. Good girl,” she pushed the tip of her cock into you, and you let out a shaky moan.

“How’s that?”

“So big mommy. But- feels so good,” you said between noises of mixed pain and pleasure.

She started slowly pushing into you, rocking her hips back and forth as you moaned loudly, getting even wetter and beginning to adjust to her size.

“Mommy, am I making you feel good?”

“Fuck, baby, you’re so tight. I’ve never taken a girl’s virginity before with this thing and it’s fucking incredible.”

Your moans grew louder, and Agatha began to offer more praise.

“You feel fucking amazing baby. Keep on making those pretty noises for mommy, yes… good girl, good…”

“Mommy, yes! Claim me, make me yours!”

“You’re mine baby girl, no one can fuck you like I can, and no one can take my cock like you. Mine. Fuck, I’m getting close.” She started speeding up, fucking you harder, rougher.

“More! I love this, mommy! I love you! I love you!”

You had never told Agatha that before, but hearing it now, while she had you pinned down and was buried inside you, excited her. You loved her. You were devoted to her. You were hers.

“You’re so good, baby, doing such a good job. Cum for me angel, cum around mommy’s cock!”

You were getting close, Agatha’s praise turning you on immensely. You had no idea this was something you were into. You came around her, the pulsing pushing her closer to her own orgasm.

She stayed in you for a bit as the both of you caught your breath, and then she gave you a kiss on the cheek before pulling out of you.

“How was that, love?”

“Amazing. I-I’ve never felt anything so good.”

“By the way, angel, I love you too.”

#agatha harkness imagine #agatha harkness fanfiction #agatha harkness x female reader #agatha harkness x reader #agatha harkness x you #agatha harkness smut #marvel smut #wlw smut #agatha harkness fluff #Agatha harkness angst #my fics

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p-taryn-dactyl · 10 months

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way down we go (i)

a/n: this was not requested but I couldn't for the life of me get the idea out of my head. this can be considered a dark!fic bc of the events and plot points so please read the warnings before reading! I hope y'all enjoy! also, I already have part 2 written so this is one series you don't have to wait weeks for an update, only a day 💜

word count: 1.4k

warning(s): graphic depictions of crime scene/dead body - murder - blood and gore - this isn't really a happy fic - I'm not the fondest of writing things that show serial killers in a romanticized way so this...isn't going to end well - people die in this guys - if you do not like blood or anything to do with death do not read this - even though I absolutely love forensics I am in no way an expert and all my info comes from my singular forensic class and all the forensic files I watch - this is fiction plz don't come for my inaccuracies - (reader also does profiles bc why not)

pairing(s): forensic scientist!reader x serial killer!Agatha

prompt: your relationship was picture perfect. you're happy and in love but one crime scene brings your love crashing down around you. (I'm not good at descriptions)

You knew you would never escape this feeling.

The chills that ran down your spine as you walked through the scene, the only sounds being camera shutters and shuffling footsteps of your team, the way the air was suspended around you, imitating the way you held your breath. You forced your emotions into a box and shoved it to the back of your mind, your eyes turning from sympathetic to analytical, necessary for your job. The only one who noticed the change was your Crime Scene Photographer, Darcy. She pursed her lips at you, tilting her head towards the bedroom, acknowledging your shift into your role of head CSI.

This scene was different than the others, you immediately noticed as you crossed the bedroom threshold. Blood took over the wallpaper, staining the costly vintage pattern. The body lay face down on the bed, stab marks on the back, mostly shallow and jagged, indicating a struggle had occurred. Your thoughts were proven as your eyes scanned over the blood spatter. This victim fought back, causing a fight your killer hadn't anticipated.

She was the tenth one this month, the bodies being found more and more frequently, the killer getting more confident.

"Y/N."

Your name sounded behind you, making you turn around. Lead Detective Jimmy Woo stood with a grimace on his face, eyes expectant. You nodded as you brought him over to the side of the bed, where you could see the wounds better.

"This one is different, Jim. The scene is a mess, the body mutilated and uncharacteristically stabbed, not to mention the lack of sophistication."

You turned from the bed and walked over to a pile of cleaning supplies, crouching down and cocking your head to the side. Your eyes widened when you noticed what had caught your eye. Pulling out your tweezers from your toolkit hanging by your side, you called out to Jimmy, asking for an evidence bag. As he handed it to you, he asked an important question.

"Then how can we be sure it's the same killer."

Without hesitating you answered.

"The victim fits the profile. A woman in her early to mid 50s, lives alone, estranged from family," you nodded your head to the dusty photographs on the dresser, now decorated by dried drops of blood, "and the cleaning supplies, the same ones we know for a fact were used at the other scenes."

As you bagged the strand of hair, your mind thought back to the other crime scenes. The bodies of the victims lying in bed, dead for days or weeks at the longest, the rooms cleaned meticulously, the only mess being the crusty blood stains from the single slit mark on the women's neck. You thought that those scenes were the worst, but now as you looked around, you knew you hadn't seen the worst of humanity yet.

Handing Jimmy the evidence bag, which he passed on to the officers on the scene, you stood up.

"Forensics is done here, all pictures taken, swabs done, and now all evidence is bagged. Help me roll the body over."

Your plastic gloves were already soaked with blood as you and Jimmy rolled the victim onto her back. Jimmy choked on what he saw. You merely sighed. The slit on the victims neck was jagged but shallow. The scene played out in your head. The killer did the normal business of coming from behind with the knife, but this one struggled, making the cut not deep enough to kill. The killer pushed the woman onto the bed, trying to suffocate her with the pillow but she kept struggling. Finally, the killer resorted to stabbing the woman until the act was finished, even some post-mortem. Then, instead of having time to clean the scene and position the body, something unexpected happened. Someone visited the victim, the young next door neighbor who felt sorry for the elderly woman who never saw her family. The killer had to rush out the back, leaving countless pieces of evidence behind and ruining weeks of planning.

"Let's get her in a bag, make sure to contact the family and ask for her will and wishes upon her death."

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On the drive back to the station and your team's lab, you allowed yourself a moment to text your wife.

You: Hey hon, I don't think I'll make it for dinner. I might stay the night.

You let yourself slip information, a breach of protocol but you trusted Agatha.

We finally have enough to catch this bastard.

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The sounds of reporters never stopped as the hours passed, your team logging and entering every piece of evidence from this scene and past. You ran every single strand of DNA evidence you had through every database you had legal access to. Monica Rambeau, your secret weapon when it came to, well, weapons, made multiple 3D replicas of the suspects height and body weight, using the angles of the blood spatter and the stab wounds. You and your team had discovered a separate blood profile in the mix, a break that had you desperate for a culprit. Now you sat in front of the equipment in your lab, the rest of your team resting while evidence was being processed and while the detective went over profiles and case reports, looking for details they might've missed.

You kept yourself from drifting into sleep by scrolling on your phone. When you opened your messages, your brow scrunched together. Agatha hadn't responded to your text, leaving it delivered. Frowning, you started typing but realizing the time, you thought she would be sleeping. Maybe you missing dinner tonight had struck a nerve with your wife. Sighing, you slumped in your chair, practicing your apology in your head. You knew it wasn't common of you to miss dinner, so maybe she had something special planned for tonight, even if it was nowhere near one of your birthdays or an anniversary. But that didn't mean anything, maybe it was a surprise date night. You were so lost in your worry, you almost didn't hear the ping from your computer indicating a match. You read the results, a hint of surprise at the determined sex of the killer. You started to type some notes in an email for Jimmy when your computer indicated it had found an 94% DNA match in a database. You paused, your hands still hovering over your keyboard as the killer's picture came up on your screen.

Time suspended around you, suffocating you as your vision tunneled. The buzzing of your phone broke you out of your stupor and with shaking hands you opened the message from your wife.

aggie❤️: no worries about dinner love, how's the case going?

Your eyes flickered from the text to the picture on your screen, your wife's cold blue eyes staring into your soul. You hesitated before you answered.

You: not well. everything came up a dead end, ig it's back to square one.

You put your phone face down on your desk, quickly exiting out of the page, your wife's picture replaced with your background. Which did nothing to sooth your rapidly panicking state, as it was your wedding photo. You slammed the power button, relief flooding your body at the black screen. With shaky hands, you cradled your head.

This can not be happening. You thought, pinching your arms, desperate to wake up from this vivid nightmare.

This

Can

Not

Happening.

Your phone buzzed with your wife's reply and you read it through blurry vision.

aggie❤️: im sorry to hear that hon. text me when you're on your way home <3

Normally, the heart as the end of the text would send butterflies ablaze in your stomach but now all it did was sending waves of nausea coursing through you. Were there signs you missed? Something you overlooked through the haze of being in love?

Were all these women dead because you were too blind to see what was in front of you the whole time?

You stood up suddenly, your chair crashing behind you. Darcy rushed in, concern lacing her actions.

"Y/N, are you-"

"I have a migraine. Staring at a screen for too long and all that." You cut her off, even giving a slight chuckle at the end to play it off. Darcy still looked concerned but let you gather your things and walk out of the lab.

"If anything comes up, I'll call you!" she called out, not knowing her words caused your stomach to hardened.

As you went to walk out of the station, you noticed Jimmy had recklessly left his gun and holster on his desk.

You walked out of the station, pulling your jacket tight against your body as you got into your car.

No one had noticed Jimmy's gun was no longer on his desk.

a/n: ok I really hope y'all enjoyed this bc ive been waiting to write it for forever!! part 2 will 100% be out tomorrow bc ive already written it lol. I like writing true crime/mystery fics or fics with the same vibe so hopefully I did it well!! thank you for reading and I love all of y'all so much <3 sorry I haven't been writing that much

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skylarinfinity · 3 months

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wanda : [eating hot food and so she blow it off to cool it down]

[agatha and male reader watching from their house]

male reader : girl, she’s performing black magic rituals to try and retrieve your soul from the netherworld again.

agatha : [scoffed in jealousy] how she doing all this so easy!

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sarahpaulsonsoftie · 10 months

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Easily broken

Professor!Agatha Harkness X student!reader- Easily Broken

Hi guys, this fic is heavily inspired by @zafirosreverie ‘s fic ‘must be the eyes’ so I recommend you guys give that a read. this fic was written months ago but i never had the courage to post it. I suppose its been long enough that i don't feel embarrassment over it now, so you guys can have it now

Description- You and Agatha had a strange relationship, at first she had tried to push you away as a way of protecting herself but very soon into… whatever you had going on she realized that you had already pushed her too far away for her to even try.

A trip for college leads you back to your hometown, Salem, in which, Agatha learns why you have shut her out so much.

You and Agatha had a strange relationship, firstly, you were her student, and secondly, Agatha had never encountered someone so like herself. The way you pushed her away reminded her so much of her when she was young and fragile, healing from wounds that others had placed upon her. But she couldn’t read you like she could other people. You were so well guarded, and she had realized as much after you both had sex for the first time. Usually, someone would have waited and pondered aloud what had happened, but you didn’t. You had just left, placing on your jeans (you had refused to take your top off), without a promise of another time and yet, Agatha wanted more. She wanted to know you and understand you.

You had liked Agatha, perhaps more than anyone you’d ever been intimate with, but you never allowed yourself to let your guard down, you acted as if all she was providing was a release. You never asked for anything in return and never stayed long after the act, even though you so wanted to. But questions would begin to form if you did, so you never stayed the night.

It was a Tuesday morning, and you were sat in the back row of Agatha’s classroom. It was a small class, only 17 students, you supposed that a History degree wasn’t the ‘in’ thing anymore. It was then that she notified you that one of you would be picked to visit Salem to relish in its history. You had a tight-lipped smile at that, and Agatha looked at you. Of course, you knew the history of Salem, you had grown up there after all. You also knew of your own history there, and it was what made you who you were.

“Now I have already picked out who I will be taking with me to Salem, and I have decided that it will be Y/N.” You looked up at Agatha who smiled lightly at you, you merely nodded in appreciation. “Y/N has worked the hardest this year, and from what I have seen, she will be the one who will take in the beauty of Salem and appreciate its history.”

Your classmates smiled and congratulated you and you now looked at Agatha who wore a grin on her face.

“Thank you, Professor.” You smiled, and Agatha grinned, moving towards your seat and stopped when she was in front of your desk.

“We’ll be leaving on Thursday and will be back Friday next week, so please pack accordingly.” Agatha smiled at you once again and began moving towards the front of the class again. “Any other details will be discussed after class, Y/N, so please come and see me.”

You nodded you head, smiling at her again before looking back to your notes.

That night you had ended back at Agatha’s and minutes after you both had finished, you were already getting ready to leave. Just as you finished placing your shoes on, Agatha hand reached out and pulled you back onto the bed, placing a kiss to your lips.

“Will you stay tonight?” She had asked, you lifted your hands to her face and looked into her eye.

“I can’t Agatha, not tonight.” You responded, as you began to lean back up. Agatha let you, watching as you rubbed your eyes lightly, and frowned.

“What’s wrong, Y/N? Are you not excited to see Salem with me?” She had asked and you looked back to her a frown of your own forming.

“Its not...” You trailed off, your eyes growing distant, an ache grew in your heart and you moved your gaze back to Agatha. “Of course, I am. I just have some history there, but yeah, other than that I am.”

Agatha grabbed your hand, watching you as you brought your other hand to your lap to fiddle with the button on your jeans.

“I had no idea you’ve been to Salem before, I just thought it would have been a fun trip. I’m sorry if I overstepped. I can offer to take someone else, Kyle was next on my list actually.” Agatha rambled and you smiled lightly.

“Why did you choose me then? Can’t get enough of me?” You teased her and you watched as a blush formed on her face. Butterflies were sent to your stomach which you ignored. You were not going to allow yourself to be hurt again. Agatha was just a friend.

“No, no. I just thought maybe you couldn’t get enough of me. Seeing as you’re here almost every night. But don’t you worry my dear, I’ll always take good care of you.” Agatha smiled and you frowned moving to stand. Agatha was getting too comfortable, and it scared you. She didn’t deserve to be hurt by you and you didn’t want to be hurt by her.

“I need to head out, you know, to pack and stuff and I’m gonna be busy tomorrow, just cause I wanna get ahead with my other classes before we leave but I’ll see you Thursday morning, okay?” You didn’t wait for a response before you showed yourself to the door and watched Agatha’s face drop.

Thursday morning had rolled around and you waited outside the university at 5:00am. Agatha had told you that you both needed to leave early to sort out the hotel and then maybe you’d be able to nap there.

You bit your nails nervously and began to regret deciding to come, wondering if it was too late to turn around and leave. Before you could get too deep into thought, Agatha’s car had pulled up and she waved at you through the window. You smiled lightly and moved the back door to put your stuff in and then got into the passenger side.

“Hello.” You said, quietly, with a tired voice. Agatha looked at you with a small smile and turned to look around, making sure no one was near before pulling you in for a kiss. You didn’t respond but you felt your cheeks heat up lightly.

“Hello, beautiful. I missed you yesterday.” Agatha stated, moving her hand away from the wheel to turn and look at you. She looked at your face with a small smile forming “Ah, I see from your blush that must have missed me to.”

You ignored her and bit your lip before turning to look out of the window. Agatha moved her hand to the cup holder and pulled out a coffee cup and handed it to you. You saw the reflection in the window and turned to accept it, as a small smile appeared on your face.

“I’ll say anything just as long as I get to keep this.” You joked and Agatha rolled her eyes before beginning to drive.

“I think we need to talk.” Agatha stated and you took a sip of the coffee in your hand, you raised an eyebrow at her and she glanced at you quickly before returning her eyes to the road. “If you feel pressured to do anything, just because I’m your professor, I just want to let you know that we can end it right now and I won’t hold any negative feelings towards you.”

You sighed after hearing her words. “It’s not like that, Agatha.” Was your defeated response and Agatha glanced at you.

“Then what is it? Because you don’t ever stay, you don’t ever kiss me back, you never make the first move, and you never take your top off in bed. Why?” Agatha asked. You bit your lip. This was not how you wanted to start your trip.

“I wouldn’t do anything I wouldn’t want to, even if you are my professor.” You replied, hiding your face behind the cup. “Besides, I shouldn’t need to do any of that stuff. It’s not like we’re dating. We’re just having fun, right?” As soon as the words left your mouth, Agatha’s demeanor had changed.

“I guess it would just be nice if you actually showed some interest instead of leaving me chasing you!” Agatha exclaimed before taking a breath to calm herself. “I can tell that something has happened to you, Y/N. I know that. I just, I want you to know that I’m here for you. Not just as a Fuck buddy, or your professor but as your friend.”

Her sincerity was too much and you straightened your shoulders, eyeing her before responding. “You have no clue what has happened to me. And you have no right to speculate.” Was the words that had left your mouth.

Agatha didn’t respond and instead, you both ignored each other for the rest of the journey.

When you pulled up to the motel, you sighed relief. You would recognize this place anywhere. It was what carol owned and Carol was always one of the nicest women you had ever met. After what had happened, she took you under her wing and guided you like a mother would have.

You stepped out of the car as Agatha muttered about having to call the university to let them know you were here. It was currently 11:00am and you walked into the building looking at the reception. You saw a lady you didn’t recognize and she smiled at you.

“Hey, I’m Y/N. I’m here with Agatha Harkness.” You smiled and the lady nodded, typing into the computer.

“Ahh, I see, yes well, you’ll both be sharing a twin room, 332. Would you like me to show you the way?” The lady asked and you shook you head.

“No, no. That’s okay, thank you. I’ve been her before. Is Carol around?” You asked, shuffling your feet, turning to face the window, and watched Agatha on the phone.

“Carol? Yes, she’s out back. I’ll let her know you’re looking for her.” The lady said and you thanked her quickly, watching as she disappeared out back. Agatha stepped into reception and took a step towards you.

“All is good with the university; did you check us in?” Agatha asked and you nodded.

“Yeah room 332, It’s a twin room.” You stated, not meeting her eyes and you returned your gaze to the reception door where you saw the lady and carol stepping out. Carol opened her arms as she approached you.

“Is that my darling little Y/N?” She asked and you laughed and pulled her in for a hug. Carols hands went to your hair and she began to stroke it lightly. “How are you, sweetheart? I’ve missed you.”

Your eyes met Agatha’s, and her face displayed jealousy before you pulled back from Carol.

“I’m okay, I missed you too. How is everything?” You asked, and Carol smiled, moving to look at Agatha and before sending you a questioning glance. “This is Professor Agatha Harkness, she’s my history lecturer. She took me on a trip down here to appreciate the history of Salem.” Was your answer.

Carol shot you a look but smiled at Agatha and shook her hand. “It’s nice to meet you, Agatha. I’m Carol, I’m sure Y/N mentioned me on the way down here.”

Agatha glanced to you with wide eyes before returning her gaze to Carol. “It’s nice to meet you Carol. Y/N didn’t mention anything about you. I hardly know anything about her.” Agatha’s eyes grew sad and Carol began to scold you.

“What? You haven’t told your professor about me? The only reason you’d never tell anyone about me is if—” Carol cut herself off before glancing at you and Agatha next to each other. ‘--You had fallen in love with her’ was the words you knew Carol would have spoken.

“I know, I’m sorry, I just didn’t wanna stress her, you know? You know how protective you can be.” You responded, an apologetic look on your face. Agatha moved closer to you, so your hands were almost touching.

“You’re not a very good liar, my darling girl. However, I’ll let you off for now as I know its been a busy journey.” Carol stated and you gave her a kiss to her cheek before you led Agatha to the room you would be staying in.

As soon as you opened the door, Agatha pulled you in and had pinned you against the wall, looking into your eyes. Your breath grew short in panic as you tried to maneuver out but Agatha didn’t let you.

Her voice was low when she spoke. “Please, please, please, tell me that you and Carol are just good friends and you haven’t been cheating on her with me.”

You looked at her wide eyed and once again tried to move but Agatha had now gripped your wrists tightly.

“Get off of me, Agatha.” You demanded and Agatha glared at you, her hands gripped you tighter. You wasn’t thinking so you pulled your arms away quickly and with force and pushed her back. Agatha wobbled slightly but gained her balance again. “You really think that of me?!” You demanded.

Agatha took a step closer, anger showing on her face. “I don’t know anything about you! Nothing! None of your classmates do, no other professors do! The only thing I know about you is that you’re taking a history degree, you’re 21 and you have ‘history’ in salem!” Agatha was now shouting, and your anger grew too.

“Carol is like a mother to me, Agatha! She let me stay in one of her rooms, free of charge, when I had nowhere else to go!” You were shouting too and you moved to the beds and Agatha followed you.

“I don’t believe you.” Agatha had muttered, and you turned to face her, a look of sadness crossing it as you realized that you had pushed her away too far. Agatha watched you and began to speak again. “I have given you every opportunity to open up, Y/N. I just want you to trust me, I’m not going to leave. But I will leave if you carry on like this.”

“Yeah, but you’d pin me against a wall. You can fucking leave Agatha. I have so much fucking history here it makes my brain hurt. I only know Carol because I ran after my dad—” You cut yourself off and shook your head before moving to leave the room. Agatha gripped your hand and your pulled away.

“Y/N, please. I’m sorry.” Agatha pleaded and you left the room, not turning to look at her.

You woke the next morning, after a broken night’s sleep. Agatha was still asleep, and you moved toy check the time on your phone. 5:07am. You knew Carol would be awake by now, sorting out reservations for the motel and the breakfast.

You got up slowly, careful not to wake Agatha and your eyes watched her thrash about before calming. You quietly exited the room before wandering down to the kitchen, hearing the pots and pans moving.

You walked in slowly, as you looked to Carol, who was alone, preparing breakfast for guests and you smiled.

You cleared your throat and Carols eyes moved to meet yours. She smiled a welcoming smile before beckoning you forward.

“Couldn’t sleep?” It was phrased as a question, but Carol had known you long enough to know your struggles with sleep. You nodded lightly, moving next to her and began to help her portion out each meal. “Ever since I’ve known you, Y/N, you have always struggled to let people in. I’m not saying I don’t understand because I understand more than most what you have been through. But Agatha? This ‘professor’ of yours knows nothing about you and I don’t think its fair to her if you shut her out.”

Carol’s lecture led you to look her in the eyes, a feeling of guilt following soon after.

“She’d leave. Wouldn’t look back.” You murmured, turning away from her. Carol stopped what she was doing and turned to face you fully, her hand reaching to your cheek. Your own eyes were beginning to form tears which you unsuccessfully tried to blink away.

Carol smiled sadly, her hand still upon your cheek. “What your dad and Terry did to you wasn’t your fault. She cares about you, Y/N. More than you want to realize.”

You stepped away slightly, bringing a hand in front of your eyes and sucking in a breath. “But.. I don’t know Carol. You knew me back then. The way I was. It wasn’t completely undeserved. I was such a bad kid, you know? And I’m scared that once I tell Agatha about all of it, that she’ll think I deserved it too.” You murmured, trying to hold in your own tears.

Carol tried to reach out towards you again, but you moved away, not wanting to be touched. You moved your hand from your face, and Carol’s expression was one of sadness.

“I met you when you were 14, Y/N. 14. You were so kind to me and were always willing help, even though you never accepted help yourself. You were not a bad kid. You were a scared child. You were a child, and you did not deserve any of it. Agatha would never believe you deserved it. No reasonable adult would ever believe you deserved it. You only feel this way because it was you. But let me tell you, Y/N. If anyone ever told you about something they experienced that was in anyway like what you went through, you would not blame them. You would do anything in your power to help them.” Carol now moved closer and one of her hands rested on your shoulder, the other hand wiping away tears you didn’t realize were forming. “You are too hard on yourself, my love. I wish I was the one who raised you.”

A clearing of someone’s throat caused you both looked towards the entrance of the door and you, and Carol saw Agatha standing there, with a pained expression on her face. You pulled away from Carol and wiped your throat, taking a step closer to Agatha.

“Morning. I’m sorry I didn’t mean to interrupt; you weren’t in our room, so I came to look for you.” Agatha stated and you nodded slowly, looking towards Carol, who continued preparing breakfast. Carol nodded to you.

“I think you two should talk, breakfast won’t be ready until 8:00am so take some time to talk.” Carol stated, smiling encouragingly at you.

You nodded and grabbed Agatha’s hand and leading her out of the kitchen and towards your room.

You and Agatha didn’t say anything to each other when you were leading her back to your room and once you opened the door, you gently let go of her hand and walked in. Agatha followed behind and closed the door behind her.

You sat down on your bed and slightly beckoned her forward, patting the spot next to you. Once Agatha was beside you, you took a moment to look her in the eyes seeing sadness filling them and you knew your own eyes were brimming with tears.

“I uh- I think we need to talk.” You muttered, voice slightly shaky. Agatha didn’t say anything but nodded before placing her hand on yours, her eyes remaining on yours. “I-I-“ You sighed out a breath and Agatha’s thumb stroked your hand. She didn’t say anything, in fear or scaring you off, so she remained silent, patiently waiting for you to talk. You breathed in a long breath and moved your eyes to the wall, before closing them. This was difficult for you, just as Carol knew it was.

“Agatha, I do care about you. I do. And it scares me. For a long time, I was on my own, dealing with stuff on my own. Even when I was a kid. I couldn’t go to my dad for stuff, and my mum left when I was young, so I had no other option to deal with it on my own.” Your voice was low, and Agatha heard the pain of what you were saying. You felt her hand raise to your cheek, just they way that Carol had done earlier. But it didn’t feel as comfortable when Carol did it.

Carols touch was secure because she knew you trusted her. Agatha’s touch was hesitant. Like the way you would touch a wounded animal, scared they would run before you could help.

You opened your eyes, moving them to look to Agatha. She was biting her lip, watching at your tears fell. You could sense her inner battle and you wished you were strong enough to comfort her. But instead, you continued to talk. You weren’t sure how else to make her understand.

“I was 14 when I met Carol. She caught me shoplifting while she was doing her shopping. She didn’t turn me in, didn’t make a big deal. She bought me what I was trying to steal and told me to follow her to her motel, here. I was 14 and I didn’t have anything to lose, so I followed her. She took me into her office and patched me up with a first aid kit and then let me stay here for the night. My dad didn’t care that I didn’t come home, he just went about his life.” You continued. You watched Agatha.

“Where is your dad now?” Agatha asked, and you closed your eyes lightly, pulling back from her ever so slightly. But Agatha kept her hand on your cheek, even though she was hesitant.

“He overdosed when I was 15. I came home and he was stone cold, foaming at the mouth. I ran here to Carol. She called the ambulance. She sorted this all out for me and when it came time for me to live somewhere, Carol fought so hard for me to stay here but the police refused and moved me to a foster carer. Terry. He wasn’t any better than my dad.”

Agatha pulled you into her embrace and you felt her own tears spilling down your back, her hands ran up and down your back and you tensed, not liking the feeling. You lightly pulled away, and Agatha looked at you, concerned.

“Y/N?” She asked questioningly and before you could tell yourself to get up and leave, you placed a kiss on her lips, the first time you had ever kissed her first.

When you both pulled away, you kissed Agatha’s hand before standing. “I- Uh, I’m going to go smoke, I’ll meet you for breakfast in 10?” You asked and Agatha smiled slightly nodding.

The days had gone by so quick, and it was now your fifth day in Salem. You and Agatha had gone to visit multiple landmarks and although things were more open than before, Agatha could tell something was amiss. You still refused to take of your shirt when you were being intimate with each other, and Agatha had assumed that it was due to an insecurity you refused to tell her about. However, she knew not to push because the times she had before, you had ultimately shut her out from that topic. Agatha had decided to open to you about how her mother had disowned from her family when she was 18 and you had hugged her that night, stroking her hair and whispering words of comfort in her ear.

The night had fallen, and you and Agatha had decided to go to a bar that was a 5-minute walk away from the motel. You knew of this place well; you had visited it a lot when you were staying with Carol.

When you had entered, Agatha had decided to find a table while you went to order your drinks. As you approached the bar, A young bar woman smiled at you, and you recognized her as Stacy, a girl who was just a few years older than you.

Stacy had worked at this bar for 5 years and she used to always serve you, even though you didn’t look 21 and even though you never used to have ID.

As you stepped closer, Stacy stepped out from behind the bar and pulled you into a hug.

“Y/N! It’s been so long.” She grinned and you smiled in return, grateful for all the times that she had served you. You let go and threw a quick glance to Agatha who was eyeing you both, you smiled at her lightly but Agatha had a light scowl on her face. You turned away, now focusing on Stacy.

“Hi, Stacy! How are you?” You asked and Stacy grinned before stepping back behind the bar.

“I’ve been good, Y/N. Better now I’ve seen you. Let me guess? A vodka and coke?” Stacy asked and you laughed, remembering the number of times you had drunk that combination. Stacy laughed along with you, before moving towards the selection of drinks.

“Nah, I think I’ve slightly matured beyond that. Could I get two glasses of the house red please?” You asked and Stacy’s eyes sparkled mischievously before playfully pushing your arm.

“Oh my god! You have matured!” She exclaimed loudly and you threw a quick glance to Agatha, who did not look happy in the slightest. Stacy’s eyes followed your and she smiled. “Is that your girlfriend?”

“Oh er, we haven’t labelled anything yet, but I guess she is yeah.” You smiled, Stacy grabbed two wine glasses and filled them up while glancing up and smiling at you.

“I’m so happy for you, Y/N. You deserve someone who makes you happy.” Stacy said while handing you your glasses and you grinned.

“Thank you.” You smiled, before walking to the table that Agatha was now sat.

Agatha’s expression was one of annoyance as you placed the glass down in front of her, and you moved to sit beside her.

“Who was that?” Agatha questioned before you had the chance to speak, and you raised an eyebrow to her.

“Stacy, she’s a friend. She knows me from way back.” You stated, taking a sip of your wine. Agatha scoffed in disbelief, shaking her head.

“A friend? She seems a lot closer than a friend.” Agatha’s tone was accusatory, and you raised your eyebrows, moving your hands to you lap and fidgeting.

“Can we please not do this now?” You pleaded, remembering the last time that Agatha had gotten jealous. Agatha scoffed and shook her head once again before taking a gulp of her wine. You remained quiet, watching her anger grow, unsure of what to do because you were in public.

“You know what really gets me, Y/N?” Agatha seethed, and you did not dare respond. “No? Well, I’ll tell you. It’s watching you so willingly giving away the affection that I had to earn. I mean, I can understand with Carol. She was there for you during your worst times but thus girl? Who you’ve never even mentioned? What’s your excuse here?” Agatha demanded and you closed your eyes and shook your head lightly.

“Agatha…” You pled. You opened your eyes again and Agatha took another gulp of her wine, throwing a glance to Stacy, who smiled at you both cluelessly.

“Tell me something, Y/N.” Agatha started, her expression now pure anger and jealousy. It was not a something you liked to see, and it pained you so much that Agatha still did not trust you. You knew that this was only going to escalate but before you had time to say anything else, Agatha spoke again. “When you fuck her, do you take your shirt off for her? Do you let her see you in ways I don’t?”

Your eyes widened and you realized that Agatha had gone to far, you tried to move to stand but Agatha grabbed your hand and held it to the table. To anyone else, it would look romantic, except to the two of you.

“Agatha. Stop. This is enough.” You protested and her eyes met yours, seeing the tears beginning to form.

But Agatha was too jealous to see sense. To angry to stop. And so, she continued to poke.

“What? I am asking a question, Y/N. Are you really that disgusted by me that you refuse to let me see all of you or is it that you’re disgusted by yourself?” Agatha demanded and you shook your head, you didn’t see this leading to anything other than a full blown fight. So instead of giving in, you decided to push her away in a way you had never done before.

“I think we should stop seeing each other.” You Sniffed. Agatha’s face froze and you got up, leaving before she could say anything else.

You jogged back to the motel before Agatha even had the chance to follow you and as soon as you entered, you saw Carol at reception and tears were freely falling as you approached her.

“Y/N?” She asked and took you into her arms. You sobbed lightly before pulling back to look at her.

“I need another room please Carol. We fought and she said some things and—I just can’t.” You cried and Carol hugged you, shushing.

“That’s okay my darling. I always have a room for you.” Carol soothed.

The trip had ended early. As soon as Agatha had gotten back to the motel and realized you had switched rooms, she didn’t think there was any use in trying to convince you or to apologize. So she had found Carol, asked her to tell you that you would both be leaving the next day and that was it.

Agatha didn’t attempt to speak to you on the drive back. She had regretted what she had said but she didn’t understand. She didn’t understand. No matter how much she wanted to, she didn’t understand.

Agatha cared for you so much and yet she managed to push you away just as you were finally beginning to open up. She knew that it would be a regret she would carry for a very long time.

When you both came back early, her colleagues had asked why and Agatha had just stated that you had visited everywhere on a tight schedule and didn’t feel the need to stay any longer.

Agatha watched you in her class, she saw your tired eyes and sad expressions. She even heard of her colleague’s concern for you. Her guilt was immeasurable, and she had never felt anything like it.

You had both been back two weeks before she had received a message from an unknown number.

‘Hi Agatha,

It’s Carol. We met in Salem. I got your number from your reservation, and I thought I would try to explain what has happened, because I know Y/N is too hurt to.

I’m not very sure how much Y/N explained of her childhood and even I don’t know the full story. But Y/N’s mother left when she was very young, and her father was a drug addict who would beat her compulsively. She has lots of scars on her back. I’m quite sure you would have noticed how she doesn’t take off her shirt. When her father died, Y/N went into a foster placement and the person who was supposed to look after her did the same thing as her father.

I tried so hard to protect her and it took me years to get her to trust me.

I would appreciate it if you didn’t mention I reached out, but I just thought you ought to know some of the story.

Kindest Regards, Carol.”

Agatha cried when she had read it. It made so much sense. The way you always tried to avoid conflict when she was intentionally seeking it out, and it also explained the way you looked at her so scared she when she pinned you against the wall.

Agatha still decided to keep her distance from you, deciding that you would be better off without her hurting you.

Four weeks had now gone by since you and Agatha had come back, and you missed her in ways you had never missed anyone. It was different to the way you missed Carol and you felt a need to explain everything to her.

Although her words had hurt you so much, you felt you were also partly to blame for what had happened.

That is why you found yourself, right now, with tears in your eyes, on Agatha’s doorstep. You knew it was late but you didn’t want to talk yourself out of it again. You needed her and you hoped so much that she still wanted you.

You rang the doorbell before you could hesitate any longer. You felt your heart pounding in your chest, both from the nervousness for the situation and the hope you had for this working out.

After a few moments, the door opened, and Agatha stood in front of you, she was in her pajamas, and she looked like she had been crying. You sucked in a breath and Agatha stilled in shock.

“Y/N.” She breathed, and you stepped closer to her. “Come in, darling. Come in.” She beckoned you in and Agatha was acting in a way you had never seen her act. She seemed worried, scared even. Agatha led you to her living room and you both sat opposite each other in and awkward silence before you spoke.

“I- I’m sorry for coming so late-“You began before Agatha had cut you off with an urgency you had never heard from her

“You’re always welcome. Always.” Were her words before she almost forced herself to calm. “I’m sorry. You can carry on, Y/N. I didn’t mean to interrupt.”

You cleared your throat before speaking. “I needed to see you, I needed to speak to you. I didn’t want to back out this time.” You spoke and just like the first time you had opened up to her, Agatha remained patient and listened to your every word. But this time, her hand was not resting on yours.

So instead of waiting, you moved you hand to hers and brought it into your lap before speaking again. “Agatha, I have- “Your voice broke, and Agatha moved her other hand to your cheek, just like before. You cleared your throat again and looked her in the eyes. You wanted her to see you, fully.

“I have pushed so many people away in my life because I was scared. But- I don’t want to lose you. I’m sorry I pushed you, I’m sorry I wasn’t honest. But I didn’t want you to see me as broken and for you to decide you didn’t want me.” You were crying, your eyes spilling with tears. Agatha wiped some away before pulling you into her embrace.

“Y/N, I am so sorry for treating you the way I treated you. You did not deserve it. I swear to you, I will never ever hurt you again. I love you, Y/N.” Agatha stated sincerely and you pulled away from her, raising your own hand to her cheek and wiping the tears if hers that had begun to fall.

“I love you too Agatha. I swear to you, I will always try to be open with you.” You smiled lightly at her before pulling her into a kiss.

You both melted into eachother and now finally felt at ease. Once you both finally pulled away, Agatha smiled at you and you smiled at her before resting your forehead against hers.

Right now, you didn’t feel so breakable while you were in her embrace.

Fin.

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━ ✧ unraveling you | chapter 1 - welcome to westview!

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series synopsis: Trapped inside Westview, Agatha Harkness was reduced to Agnes. The noisy neighbor and nothing more than that. Until a meteor rain brought something strong to Westview. Something strong enough to help her, and maybe strong enough to free her. You. In a journey to save herself by teaching you the ways of magic, Agatha Harkness wants one thing only: to avenge herself.

Agnes woke up before the alarm, unsure if she even slept last night.

Standing in front of the bedside table, surrounded by shadows and whispers of familiar voices, cold water soaked her feet. It rained at midnight. She remembers it now. Soon Agnes will forget about it, but for now she remembers.

The analog glitched, its numbers changing again. Agnes tried to blink. It never works. Not before the right time. Rubbing bellow her sore eyes, Agnes felt the trace of tears. It wasn’t raining, a familiar voice whispered on her ears. If only she knew whom it belongs to. My tears flooded this cursed place.

Something trembled inside her mind. Hatred. Agnes didn’t knew she could name her feelings. Hatred, hatred, hatred. That made her laugh, but then the clock changed again. Time to wake up. The rebellion was gone just as quickly as it came.

She made her bed, without noticing that the pillowcase was left backwards. Agnes opened the curtains. It had stopped raining already. Something told her to dry the floor. It was an order, and she obeyed. What else could she do?

The kitchen was next on her assorted routine. Agnes made coffee, without any sweetener, althought she prefers tea. She drank it all in one gulp. It burned her tongue and throat.

She stared at the knifes on the counter top. It was impossible to not wonder. To not imagine a different path. An exit door. If only she were allowed to get near them. If only Agnes could grab one of them and just…

Agnes took her keys and stood before the main door. She smiled widely. As she walked outside, her hands waived automatically to her neighboors.

An empty puppet, something whispered in her ears. You lived far too long. Agnes agreed.

― Good morning, hot suff! ― Agnes purred, opening the fence. ― A good day to be good, am I right?

Sarah Proctor bumped her head against the car. It was too early for someone to be that noisy. She rolled her eyes and went back to taking her groceries out of the car, ignoring Agnes’ presence.

― Just drop the act ― Sarah murmured to herself.

Agnes passed by her, continuing her daily walk through town. After wandering around the center, her path ended at an isolated grove. She sat on a bench still damp from last night rain and gazed at the sky.

After an hour the watch on her hand bipped, allowing Agnes to go back home. Later that day, the clock on her kitchen’s wall gave her permission to eat. Another on the living room made her turn on the TV. Then off. One informed her of when to go to bed.

That morning, when the clock woke her up, Agnes threw it against the wall. It ricocheted, the metal colliding against the bricks, and slid under her bed. It kept on echoing inside her head.

When Agnes got out of bed, it stopped.

Agnes ate eggs with no salt and drank old, icy coffee.

― I am happy ― Agnes smiled, glaring at herself through a mirror on the kitchen’s wall. Lips ever so enchanting. Her cheeks burned. And so did her eyes. ― Don’t look at the knifes. You are happy.

Forced to walk out of that place ― she can’t call it home, no magic or spell can make Agnes call it home ―, Agnes felt the cold tears against her skin. More of a drizzle than a tempest, but uncomfortable still. Without an umbrella or warm clothes, Agnes continued her day.

Part of her wanted to know what month it was. It’s raining more often. Which season are they on? The other part knew that time meant little now. It lost its meaning when she stopped trying. She can’t remember how long ago that was.

She can’t remember most things now.

Gazing at the sky, all she could see were gray clouds. They moved slowly, the air changing their shapes as it continues to rain. Then, something passed right throught it. An blue line crossing the sky, leaving an trail of smoke behind. Dozens upon dozens of them fell from the sky, all ending the gray hanging over Westview.

Meteor rain.

It burned so brightly. The fire catching as they passed right throught the atmosphere seemed rosy from where Agnes stood, watching intensively the espectacle. The rain ceased, the clouds dissolving so the blue sky was visible.

It is beautiful. Agnes laughed. The world really is.

Agnes watched as they dissapeared in the sky. All meteors burned until they were barely tiny rocks. Once so powerfull, now reduced to nothing out of Earth’s nature. Except by one. It was bigger than the others, and it glistened red. It continued falling, crossing the sky with ease, as if its fate was to be a constant presence.

Her laugh ceased when Agnes realized it was too close.

Unable to move away, to say anything, Agnes was the witness of its destruction. It crashed into the trees of the grove, tearing everything on its way down. The wood turned into dust, the grass disappeared, the rainwater boiled. An endless moment of pure despair.

It was so beautiful.

A circle of fog expanded throught the grove with its impact. It covered everything there. Agnes coughed, trying to protect her face from the hot air.

Agnes tried to find her way towards the meteor. Ignoring the destruction, she focused on a pearly glow deep into the grove. Outlined by the trees, it glistened. Agnes just wanted to see it closer.

It has been so long since she last wanted something.

The pearly glow started to fade, and a woman’s silhouette appeared in the middle of it. It looked like she was walking on fire, then it suddenly was the opposite. She was brighter than anything else. The only thing shining in this whole world.

And she looked at Agnes, eyes burning in a white liquid light. A sign of strength. Of power and potential. Agnes was unaware that her own shined purple, overflowing with her magic.

The woman fell unconsious on the floor, leaving Agnes to figure out how to take her home.

― Welcome to Westview ― Agnes murmured to herself. ― Home is where you make it.

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The universe was fated to end in harmony.

All worlds crumbled together. Suns imploded in waves, disturbing the planets orbiting around it. Galaxies crashed against one another, satelites imploding and changing comets’ paths.

Colors that were once infinite, sounds that were once the only unavoidable event, all faded.

Nothing remains. No darkness, no vacuum, no space to be rebuilt. Nothing except them, ready to go and never look back. The job was finished. They turned out the lights, cleaned the mess. Now it’s time to leave and lock the door behind them.

― I can start it over ― you declared. ― Get it right this time. Do it right.

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The ceiling was molding. It was the first thing you’ve noticed. Not only was it visibly molding but you could smell it too. Those facts came accompanied by a doubt: who’s ceiling was that?

― Morning, beautiful ― a energetic voice startled you.

You moved your neck, now seeing the woman standing at the other side of the room. As you sat on the bed, back against the icy wall, your whole body throbbed.

― You’ve slept for quite sometime now ― she pointed out. A voice so full with energy, and yet her eyes were sore. She looked exhausted. ― Do you remember anything that happened?

You tried to think of what you did last. Of where you were. Nothing came to your mind. You are here now. There is no before. There is just this room, that tired woman and doubts you don’t have a way to answer.

― Who are you? ― You rubbed your face, trying to get your mind to work. Your heart vibrate inside your chest. ― What is happening?

Agnes saw that same light pooring through your eyes again. That pearly glow defying the rules of gravity. Little rays of energy came out of your fingers, and their intensity made the room vibrate.

Your magic was untamed.

Tempting.

― I know as much as you do ― Agnes sat down beside you. She reach out for you, stroking your back slowly. As if you were a beast chosing between attacking or running away. ― Breath in, breath out. There is no need for you to panic.

You tried to do as she said. Again and again, you tried to calm yourself. The energy on your eyes disappeared, the power gone, revealing tears about to escape.

Agnes wiped your cheek. The tear glistened, and Agnes saw it for what it was: a crystal. When her thumb brushed against it, the crystal penetrated her skin. She saw it disappearing on her finger, but felt nothing.

Keep her around, that voice told her. This time, it sounded different. Like it came from a different plane of existence, one that suddenly became closer to her own. Agnes recognizes it now. That voice was her own. Don’t let her go.

You did something to her. To Agatha Harkness. Not Agnes, not the noisy neighboor, not an middle age lady with something flirtatious to say. She is Agatha Harkness. You shattered something, and Agatha needs you to fully break it.

― There is something about you ― still, the words were pronounced by Agnes. That tooth-aching sweet tone, so fake and unhuman. ― Something impressive about you. Reminds me of someone I used to know.

― Used to?

Agnes opened her mouth, but the words she wanted didn’t made out of it. Agatha could think, but Agnes is the one that can act. And Agnes isn’t allowed to do as it pleases her.

― It’s fine ― you saw right throught her. She wanted to say something, but couldn’t. You felt it in your bones. ― If you can’t talk about it.

Can’t. Not don’t want. You said can’t.

The clock interrupting her line of thought once more. Time for another walk. Agnes kneeled down, getting it from under the bed. She glared at it, broken in pieces and still ticking.

That bitch can’t be simple, can she?

Agnes’ threw it out of the window.

― It’s that annoying?

― Honey, you don’t even know.

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The leaves levitated, dancing on the sky. From the questroom on the second floor you couldn’t see the ground. For you, the leaves were flying etternaly. A matter of perspective.

Your back burned. You were being watched. Turning around, you expect to see Agnes. The woman you meet a day prior. That funny, tired, noisy woman who took care of you when you needed it the most. Instead, by the open door of your room, tiny black eyes glared at you.

You kneeled down and waited for it to get closer. When it did, you stroked its ears. So soft against your palm, malleable and warm. A rabbit. You remember. That tiny animal is called a rabbit.

― Let’s buy something different for dinner ― Agnes entered the room, cleaning her hands with a towel. You smelled raw meat. And you don’t know how, but you knew she would rather starve than to eat that again. ― Put on some clothes.

You continued to scratch the rabbit’s ear.

― I’m already using clothes.

― You’re using a nightgown.

― And? ― It was a honest question. Agnes could tell. ― Is it wrong to wear that?

That naivety intrigues Agnes. She saw it on Wanda before. That need to pretend the world is somewhere simple than it is by turning yourself into someone easier to be. Something happened to you. Something that you rather forget than face.

No honest questions or sweet smiles will make Agnes forget you came with the meteors. That you smelled like magic and potential. You’re strong. Strong enough to recover from whatever stole your memories. All you need is time. Agnes will give you that.

And when you’re to pay for your debt, Agnes will chose what to take from you.

― He likes you ― Agnes said. She opened the wardrobe, looking for something you could use outside. ― Señor Scratchy, I mean. That’s no very common.

― I like him too ― you yawn. ― You could feel it, right Señor Scratchy?

Cute.

Agnes put some clothes on the bed and walked from the room, giving you time to change. After long enough for Agnes to get impatient, you appeared on the kitchen. In front of the main door, Agnes grabbed the keys.

― Do you remember anything else now? ― She unlooked the door, trying to look like she wasn’t giving to much thought to the subject.

It wasn’t the first time Agnes asked you that, but it was the first time you had something to say.

― Yes, I do!

― Oh ― Agnes smiled. ― And what is it?

― Señor Scratchy is a rabbit!

Agnes opened the main door, nodding to herself. That was on her, she admits it. She better lower her expectations. Althought, it is curious you know what a rabbit is. She wonders if maybe you hit your head after the meteor crashed. Perhaps it’s a medical case, not a magic one.

But her intuition says the contrary, and Agnes trusts it enough.

― Of course, sweetheart ― she murmured. ― A rabbit.

You weren’t paying attention on her. Wandering out of the house, you just observed the world. It was the first time you got out of the house. So many lights and colors, they all blend together to create new things. From that tiny window, all you could see were trees and the skies. But this…

― Wow ― you laughed. ― Oh my.

Agnes held you by the shoulders to make you walk towards the center. Instead of behaving, you just walked whenever you wanted to. A few times Agnes had to stop you from crashing against a car.

― Can you stop moving? ― Agnes hissed, following you. ― We were supposed to head…

― Morning, Agnes! ― A neighbor she don’t remember the name waived at her.

― Morning, sweetie!

When she turned back, you were gone. Agnes cursed, running towards you on the other side of the street. Agnes crossed the park’s entrance, but stopped trying to reach for you when she noticed what this place was. A graveyard.

She just wanted to buy pork.

Agnes made to where you stood, glaring at an old grave. It was molding, and part of it fell down. In silence, she observed it. The birthday was unkown. The death was a few years prior. What happened to them?

― What are those? ― You looked at her. ― That’s a weird place.

― They bury dead people here ― Agnes explained to you. ― And write some things about them on stone. Birthday, date of death, name, maybe a pretty sentence.

― Why?

― I’m not really sure ― she admitted. ― I guess it makes the living feel better.

― I don’t have a name ― was your response. You pointed at the grave, but Agnes kept on looking at you. ― I want that one.

Agnes laughed. A real, belly aching laugh.

― Stealing someone’s name, huh? ― Agnes nodded to herself. ― I don’t think they will miss it.

As you explored the cemetery, Agnes watched over you, testing your new name on her tongue.

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Agatha and R have been friends for centuries, they have a game where one usually steals something from the other in the month of their friendship anniversary. But this year Agatha is determined to end that tradition, she realized that she doesn't just want to be R's friend anymore. Agatha wants to be R's lover. So when R goes to steal her in the middle of the night, Agatha is awake and waiting for her.

I think it works for both a fluff and a smut so it's up to you what you think is best.

Thank you very much for your attention 💜

Getting what she wants

a/n: @mariahillslittlepuppy you are so big brain, everyone go follow them <3

Word count: 3k words

Warnings: Cute pet names, Smut below the cut (18+), oral (Agatha r), nipple sucking, naked woman, stealing, weird traditions. Basically Fluff with some smut. Wanda is here too for a bit

18+ Below the cut! Happy reading besties, feedback is greatly appreciated too <3

“ Are you excited for Saturday Agatha?”

The older woman turns around to see you come into the kitchen, some groceries in your hand as she tries to think of what’s Saturday.

“ Do we need to pay any bills?”

“ Already done Aggie, use that pretty mind of yours now,” you joke with the woman whose brain yet again stops whenever you’d call her pretty.

“ Wait?”

“What?”

“ it the…” she says to herself wondering how that’s already here.

“ It’s the start of the time I met you all those years ago in Salem,” you tell her.

Both of you were some of the last witches on earth, living together in somewhat peace in a cottage in the woods surrounded by beauty. Though Agatha was older of the two by a couple of years, all the times you teased her about “ listening to elders made her mad but she wouldn’t have had it any other way.

In all the years of being friends, a silly little tradition had developed between the two of you when the anniversary of your friends came around. Each of you would steal something from the other and thought Agatha had hated it at first cause you always went for one of her journals, favorite shirts, or as of recently phones she would never change the tradition.

If she were asked though, Agatha would change your relationship from friends to lovers. All these years of being in hiding from people wanting to kill any remaining witches, exploring every part of the world, some romantic feelings began to arise but the older witch was never brave enough to tell you. Fearful that you’d be disgusted by her and leave her alone which was then proven wrong years ago when she accidentally walked in on you going at it with the new woman in town, deciding not to answer questions.

“ How could you forget dear Agatha? Must be all that time you spend with the Maximoff lady,” you joke to your friend who blushes. Wanda was only a friend and unlike you, she had easily caught on to the crush the brunette had on you when she was visiting.

“ She loves Vision way too much and plus,” she pauses,” I have a crush on someone else you dummy, not on some woman who is clearly happily taken by a man”. The mention of your friend having a crush gets your attention but being as she’s not the one to talk to you about romantic stuff unless she’s comfortable about it, you decide to keep your dumb comment to yourself.

“ Well just be prepared for Saturday,” you say putting the groceries away,” I’m gonna go all out with my plans, not like last year when I decided to go all easy.”

“You’re a witch but decided to just steal a phone, oh wow I wonder how you might top it this year,” Agatha says sarcastically to you.

“ Just wait and see dear Aggie,” you tell her before heading back to your room to plan out what you’ll steal from the older witch this time and it also inspires her to do the same.

This year is gonna be the year where she’ll admit her feelings for you, she knows it.

The Next Day

“ You wanna what?”

“ Finally ask her to be my girlfriend,” Agatha tells her friend as the both of them are sitting in her living room, enjoying some of Wanda’s favorite sitcoms as usual.

While you were working in the office with the rest of the men in Westview, even after a bunch of men told you that women shouldn’t be in finances, Agatha would stay in the cottage to take care of the home or provide some company to her friend while her husband works in the same firm as you.

“ oh,” Wanda says as she doesn’t know how to react being that she didn’t think her friend would finally have the courage to admit her romantic feelings for you.

“ What’s your plan Aggie? ” Wanda asks her, getting a puzzled expression from the woman to her left. Maybe that’s the reason she was here to visit.

“ Oh my god did you-”

“ I’ll even bake a whole batch of pot brownies for you and Viz, i pinky promise with all of my heart,” and to top it off, she does puppy eyes at the redhead. In the last couple of years that she’s been friends with the brunette, saying no to her after she gives her puppy eyes always helps.

“ Agatha,” Wanda says, fighting her inner demon to tell her no as she’s bad at stuff like this but the mention of getting some of her famous weed brownies is convincing her to assist.

“ Think of the brownies dear,” she starts off,” I’ll even get the chocolate chip from the town next door to add to it. I know that should seal the -”

“ FINE I’LL HELP YOU,” Wanda yells as her friend does a little happy dance and then immediately gives the redhead a great bug hug in return.

“ Fuck your puppy eyes” Wanda grumbles while Agatha on the otherhand is just happy to have someone to talk about her ideas. If she’s gonna tell people about how the two of you got together, she wants it to be as perfect as she can.

“ Yeah yeah Wanda, now let’s get to planning.

Saturday Night

After having the Maximoff couple ( who came back right on time as each of them was forming plans ) help her out with the plan, tonight was the night.

Agatha had pretended to fall asleep early, knowing you well enough to know the stealing of her items would start when she was asleep. Before getting to bed tho, she made sure to put on the purple lace underwear set, then threw on one of your shirts over it, and within 5 minutes, Agatha pretended to sleep.

Now for the plan to truly begin.

The moment that you heard snoring from Agatha’s room, you quietly went to her room to steal her phone again for funsies, too busy with work to steal anything different. What felt weird about this plan was her door wasn’t locked, when she usually had it locked to fear of robbers coming into the house. Nonetheless, you slowly open the door to a sleeping Agatha in one of your shirts.

Wait why is she in your shirt?

“Woah,” you whisper to yourself, trying to not look at your friend that way. Yet it’s too hard not to admire her creamy thighs. The shirt not doing too much of a job to hide anything from your view.

“ Fuck you look pretty Aggie,” you mumble to yourself as you move closer to the bed, forgetting the reason you even are here, and place a hand on her right thigh, moving it higher to get a better look at the older witch. You move your shirt up to see that she’s wearing lacy underwear in her signature color.

“ oh my god,” you say out loud and you look at her face to see her awake and smiling. Did she plan things all along?

So many questions go through your mind that you’re taken out of them by Agatha who pulls your body on top of hers, already getting wet at being fucked by you. The first moment that you get to kiss her, all your plans of stealing her phone are thrown away when her lips land on yours, enjoying all of the moans and whines coming from her mouth.

“ didn’t think you were such a needy whore Aggie,” you say between kisses, only encouraging the brunette more. She’s in heaven, being that you’re technically her first in centuries.

“ Fuck,” you hear her say the moment that you move lower to her body, being thankful in the said moment for having the powers to be able to get rid of the shirt on her body. It took all of your willpower not to go crazy over the lingerie on her body as the dark purple color on the underwear and bra compliment her body perfectly. All Agatha could do was whine and hold in any moans threatening to come out as you run both your hands all over her body, making a point to get the woman below you comfortable.

“I'm jealous of anyone else who’s seen your beautiful body,” you tell Agatha who only covers her face in embarrassment as that comment was a lie.

“ About that,” Agatha starts off as she gets up from under you to sit up,” this is actually my first-time y/n, so you’ve been the only person who’s seen me like this”.

“ Aggie,” you mumble, now embarrassed that you called her a whore earlier totally unaware that she didn’t have any sort of experience compared to you. She continues to keep her face covered, not realizing that she didn’t think this part through, and wants to hide under a rock forever after this situation.

“ Agatha,” you start off,” look at me”.

She uncovers her face to look at you, trying her best to be cool in the situation but fails badly. She feels your arms go around her waist and the next thing she knows, she’s sitting on top of you, while you give her a soft smile.

“ We don't have to continue this if you don’t want to my sweet Aggie,” you tell her,” but if you do want to have sex with me I promise to be as soft as I can and check up on you”.

“ i’d like that y/n,” she says.

” how about first we go over some boundaries for us to -,” and before you try to talk to her, Agatha gets back to kissing you, too impatient to wait for you as she’s had to wait all of these years to be with you. It’s not too hard to distract the brunette and you quickly get her body under yours, eliciting a pretty moan from her right after. Which makes you determined to see how loud the woman can get for you.

“ Can I take this off pretty girl?” you ask and Agatha frantically nods, deciding to use her magic to take off her bra, only for you to immediately suck on her right nipple. The woman under you loudly moans at the feeling of her nipples being sucked, only having seen it a couple of times from the porn videos she found online out of curiosity.

You’re in heaven sucking her right nipple, hearing how pretty Agatha is moaning over the stimulation and so you move onto her other nipple. She lets out an annoying whine which is quickly gone when she falls your mouth all over her other nipple and keeps your head in place.

“ Love sucking my pretty girl's nipples,” she hears you say, a little disappointed but relieved as you go down to her core, feeling herself get wet. Being a patient woman for you, Agatha can’t keep still as you focus your time a bit to give the older woman under you kisses all over her tummy.

“ Can you hurry up honey,” Agatha says in frustration, starting to get a bit mad.

“ Let me admire your body pretty girl,” she hears you say the closer you get to her pussy,” I’m not over how fucking amazing your body looks.”

“ but im so wet for you honey,” she tells you, embarrassed to be acting like this in front of you but it only helped you get more soaked. Agatha is grateful when your kisses get close to her clothed cunt but the moment that your lips meet your thighs, the woman lets out another groan.

“ y/n, I’m so wet, can you please stop teasing me already?” she begs you and you look up to see the older witch's pleading face. Feeling bad for her, you give her mercy and take off the last of her clothing on her body and are met with the view of her wet cunt. It doesn’t surprise you at all to see her well-trimmed, never the one to have a messy appearance. You bring two fingers through her folds, getting Agatha very excited too as she tries her best not to just shover your head between her legs to help with the relief.

“ Before I start you should listen, my pretty girl,” you say as you wrap your arms around her thighs in place and she eagerly nods.

“ At whatever point you get uncomfortable, just tap my arm three times or yell out Magenta Aggie and I’ll stop right away my dear” and she gives you a thumbs up as she prepares for the moment that she’s been waiting for.

The moment that she feels your tongue on her fold, all the older witch can do is moan loudly. Too horny to even care as your mouth on her cunt felt amazing. With not a moment to spare, you feel Agatha’s hands keep your head in place, happy to comply with her needs as one of your hands moves away from her thigh to rub her clit.

“ holy fuck,” Agatha moans embarrassed that you haven’t done much to her and she already is on the edge of cumming from your talented mouth. The more that she moans, whines, and babbles about how fucking amazing you are with your mouth, the more you lick at her cunt, teasing her clit to get her to cum.

“ is my pretty girl about to cum?”

All Agatha can do is babble nonsense again, only taking a couple more seconds of praise before she cums, letting out a loud moan while you look at her pussy. In all of her centuries of living, she never thought that she’d be able to get an orgasm out of anyone. Yet she was happy to have her first orgasm, from you.

Agatha is too blissed out in said moment to see that you got up from between her legs, using your magic this moment to clean her up while she rests. Blushing a bit the older woman is completely naked under you, blissed out while you are still clothed. Before you even decide your next plan, Agatha uses her magic again to take off your shorts and shirt to leave you in your underwear before trying to clean her up. Happy to not have to take time away from her but worried that she might see the wet stain from being turned one from her moans. While you would have preferred to continue on with the sex, it was best to just not go any further in the case that Agatha wasn’t ready.

After cleaning up Agatha, you bring the blanket up to her body to cover her up and jump in the sheets with her, not wanting to leave her alone to bring her comfort. Right as you make it next to her side, Agatha takes no shame in cuddling into you, enjoying the feeling next to you in her bed and hoping to stay like this forever.

“ Why haven’t we ever done this after all these years?” Agatha asks herself.

“ Cause I was too afraid about hurting you my pretty girl,” you whisper, “ didn’t think that big mean Agatha Harkness would want to see me for who I was”.

“ y/n,” She says to you and at that moment she starts laughing, feeling dumb that there was feeling between the both of you but it took you this fucking long to even do anything. Wanda was going to have a field the next time she sees her.

“ Are we both dumb Aggie?” you ask the woman. Agatha only laying all of her body on top of you like a koala, never wanting to let you go.

“ Yep “ She giggles, bringingher body closer to you.

“ Maybe i can repay you for making me feel good,” you hear agatha mumble to you right before falling asleep in her arms before you do as well.

The Next Morning

Agatha is the first one to wake up, forgetting about the events of last night when you were trying to steal something from her room. Feeling refreshed to after the night before but feeling herself get soaked all over again, not realizing that she’s fully nude while your’re still in your underwear. She pushes those dirty thought from her mind knowing you were able to easily read minds.

“ Oh my god,” she accidentally says out loud forgetting that your’re sleeping. The loudness in her reaction wakes you up from your slumber, happy to see that Agatha is very much in bed with you still and not in the living room or something.

“ How do you feel my pretty girl?” You as as you get up to be sitting on the bed, Agatha trying her best to hide under the blanket out of embarrassment.

“ Aggie we’ve known each other for centuries, get out from under your sheets my pretty girl so we can talk,” you say to the older woman, who slowly gets out from under the blanket. Agatha says a couple of endearing words in her mind to calm her nerves down, happy to see you smiling at her while she feels a little silly being all nervous around you.

“ You ready to talk about this?” you as and she nods.

“ After last night,” Agatha starts off,” I want us to be more than friends but i’d like to take things slow y/n, if you don’t mind that at all”.

There’s silence between the two of you for a bit, Agatha hoping for the best but a little part of her in her mind telling her otherwise. Though she’s over the moon when you pull the older woman in your lap for a hug, giving her kisses all over her face, making her laugh with joy that after all of theses centuries since your friendship that she was finally able to steal something that she’s always wanted from you.

Wanting to be your lover and for that, it’s something she never wants to be taken away from her.

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