#dark!agatha harkness x reader
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hellooo, i wanna request some story, this is kinda dark so basically, Agatha H meets Reader by chance and is very attracted to Reader. Reader doesn't know that Agatha has powers. Reader begins to feel watched and then Agatha kidnaps her. Reader is only conscious from time to time and Agatha is like "Everytime you struggle I will numb you with more magic”... so that's it... add some smut if you want 🫣🥹!!
Pairing: Dark!Agatha Harkness x Fem!Reader
A/N: Is this anything like you asked for.... no.
Is it also over a month late... yes.
But hey, i added smut :)
Also, I made this fem reader since you didn't specify, if that is wrong don't be afraid to tell me and I will change it!
Disclaimer: English is not my first language. All mistakes are my own.
Warnings: Dark, kidnapping, use of magic for restraint (*cough* and smut *cough*), smut, edging, smoking, swearing, dub-con
Minors DNI 18+
Word Count: 2.1k
The fabric dampens as your tongue pushes against it, your teeth clutching the white material tightly, and your eyes scrunch as you push down the desire to scream in frustration.
You are going to kill your neighbor.
With one last clench of your jaw, you release the wet fabric of the pillow and sigh.
The digital clock on your left tells you it’s way past your bedtime. Yet, the booming from the redhead’s loud friends makes it sound like you are in the middle of a frat party.
You drag your hands over your face, the pads of your fingers digging into the skin beneath your eyes and pulling. The hackle of feminine laughter echoes throughout the streets of your little town.
It had been like this for hours on end.
With a huff, you swing your legs over the side of the bed, and your right hand delivers a quick slap to wake yourself even more.
If this is how it is going to be; then you might as well make the most of it.
Curling your toes as the surprising electric shock of cold wood quirks your system, a chill creeps through you, settling deep in your spine. The duvet calling your name must be ignored for now, and with that, you make your way to the kitchen.
Smoke tendrils float among the remaining cloud of puff as deep amber lips pull in another sharp inhale. The hot air burns like a delight through her as she sits in her own bubble.
She was so over it, sitting on the porch with her shoulders leaned back and her cigarette resting easily in her right hand was the first break she had gotten all night, these girls are loud. And not the fun kind.
Hyena cackles pierce her ears as one of Wanda’s many friends tells another miserably boring joke on the other side of the, thankfully, closed door.
“For fucks sake ladies, it’s not that funny” She mumbles to herself as the rest of the women join in on the animalistic laughter, this is the downside of having ears and eyes everywhere, she supposes.
Her right ring finger taps the side of the burning stump, the texture familiar and soothing. Pieces of ash fall like snowflakes, clustering in a pile beside leather boots.
She is just about to stomp the thing out when one of the neighbor’s front door opens with a little too much force. Wood crashes against wood, the planks behind the heavy thing indenting and chipping the paint, as the door slams into the sidewall of the suburb house.
A young woman curses herself as she looks at the damage she caused while trying to balance the multitude of trash bags she is clutching.
With an amused smirk, the older woman leans forward, tilting her body to get the best view of the younger thing. Her blouse shifts and bunches where the silk is hastily stuffed into dress pants worth half of your rent.
You groan as you feel a pair of eyes study you from afar. People these days.
With a puff of air, you blow away the small whisk hairs that cling to your sweaty forehead, “You know, it wouldn’t hurt you to help a girl out.” You turn around to what you assumed was going to be just another one of Wanda’s familiar friends.
She had people over almost every weekend, so some faces were hard to forget, however, when you finally lock eyes with the rude woman, she is nothing like you expected.
With her head thrown back in an almost cruel laughter, you can see the wide expanse of her neck, dark hair falls freely in subtle waves. In one of the hands, the older woman clutches the outer plank of the porch, while the other one grips an almost burned-out cigarette.
You shift from one foot to the other, the weight of trash in your hands almost forgotten as you can’t help but admire her for a moment.
Yeah, she is nothing like the redhead’s other friends at all…
You almost startle as a teasing voice responds to you with delight, “Oh, you are a fun surprise sweet plum.” The woman crushes her cigarette under sturdy black boots, the sizzle of burning leaves dying out much like the flame.
You simply stare at her, even her voice is so different from the other women around these parts.
She struts toward you with confidence even a man couldn’t muster.
Frozen on the spot you would barely notice when she takes two-thirds of the bags if it wasn’t for the way her fingers so deliberately brush against yours. You don’t dare look down, but as you feel cool metal against your warm skin, you know her fingers are decorated with only the best.
“Excuse my bad manners, let me get that for you, honey.”
Her lip lifts into a mean smirk, and the hint of wrinkles just makes her all the more alluring. You can’t tell if you want to drown in her eyes or run away from them as fast as possible.
She is already halfway down your driveway before you can get a peep out, and you follow with haste.
Throwing both yours and her trash into your big bin at the end of the driveway she asks you if you would like to join her for a smoke, you can tell by the repressed giggle that she doesn’t think you will take her up on it.
Which only makes it all the sweeter when you get to surprise her with an easy, “Yes, I would love to.”
For a moment she is the one frozen to the pavement as she studies you, her eyes squinting as if she believes you to be joking. Her eyes travel up and down your younger frame, pausing for a moment on your chest, but you decide that you probably imagined that bit.
Wishful thinking or whatnot.
A soft tongue swipes across dark red lips before the mysterious woman regains her composure and laughs with mirth, drowning out the other ladies, you can’t help but think she looks beautiful when she laughs like that. All, carefree and happy.
She tilts her head toward you, her hands letting go of the bin´s handle and instead reaching out for you to take,
“Well then sugar, I'm Agatha.”
You take it with as firm of a grip as you can manage, “Y/n.”
That’s how it started, with a cloud of smoke surrounding the both of you while you share silly stories from childhood.
And that was the end of it too, she was funny and sassy, but she never came over much to the Maximoff house, so you figured that would be the end of your little connection.
How naïve you are.
There is audible whining as the deep magic slides against your body, it holds your torso and legs tight against the comforter. You try and free yourself with grasping hands but with a quick turn of the older woman’s delicate wrist the magic shifts and turns until it takes ahold of your wrists and pins them down beside your head.
“Don’t be like this baby…” A smooth voice slithers itself into the vast expanse of your mind, almost like she never said it out loud, just forced it into your thoughts.
The sheets rustle as you wring and struggle. The purple void closes in, tightening around you, forcing you still.
You feel numb as your limbs give in to the older woman.
“Good girl. That’s it, baby…” Your eyes feel heavy, and you can’t seem to keep them open. You feel a warm breath against your midsection as the words glide over warm skin.
Before you can comprehend who, the voice belongs to, the tendrils vibrate against you in excitement, and you gasp for air as they close in on the delicate spot between your legs.
You can’t help the moan that escapes you as one of the stronger tendrils drags itself in an up-and-down motion against your sensitive clit.
You can’t even recall when you stripped your clothes, but the purple sorcery delights in it. The feeling is almost like pure lust submerging itself within you.
It crawls up your body, one sticks to that sticky spot between soft thighs, while the others spread against you. Like wildfire, they spread and absorb your every thought. One of them settles like a set of warm hands against your bare chest. Teasing taught nipples.
Another one forces your mouth open, and slides against your tongue, firming into the feeling of ghost fingers. They drag gently over your lips when they are coated enough.
Then it drifts lower as the one against your clit speeds up.
Your back pulls like a taught string, if this doesn’t let up, you will break soon. The purple tendril against your pulsating weak point hardens. You gasp for air, and finally, you can breathe, the continuous assault against your body is now over, and you relax a little into the sheets.
“Oh fuck!” Your eyes roll to the back of your skull.
You let out a breathy whine as the purple mystery is replaced by the feeling of wet fingers pushing into you. They force their way past your lips and enter you without any problem.
Another moan fills the heavy air, but this one isn’t from you. It’s deeper, passion laid within it like an accent.
“That’s it, honey, hop like a bunny for me.” When the feeling of cruel eyes prickles the back of your neck, you finally make the connection.
You wake up with a gasp, hands clutching the sheets like your life depends on it.
Your eyebrows scrunch together as you huff in annoyance, if you were going to keep having these dreams, they may as well let you finish. With your eyes still closed, one of your hands releases the smooth silk and glides down your bare stomach, then you stop to a halt.
Placing your hand back on the soft material you open your eyes in wonder, you most definitely do not own silk…
The first thing you see when your senses return to you is expensive sheets, in a deep purple shade, then as your eyes wander your heart races.
This is not your house.
“Ah, you are finally awake.” You startle as the feminine voice calls out to you from across the room.
“That was a close one wasn’t it honey? You are dripping all over the sheets.” Agatha sits in the armchair in front and center of where you lay gasping.
Her legs crossed; she cradles a cup of tea in her left hand. Narrow eyes study you as you scramble to cover yourself only to find that you can’t move any longer.
The deep purple is back as your wrists get pushed back into the bed. The mattress hugging you close as the purple weight of restraint takes hold of you yet again.
The chuckle that escapes Agatha is cruel and unstoppable, it builds within her, crawling up her stomach until she can’t help but voice it. She can see the realization dawn all over your face, the feeling of eyes in the back of your neck, the strange dreams, the never-ending teasing of naughty dreams for her own pleasure.
The lack of memory, the restraint deep within your bones, all because of this woman.
After your little meeting all those weeks ago you had heard stories about her, the rumors, the purple aura that seems to follow her everywhere she goes. However, not once did you believe the petty gossip of the redheads’ other friends, that was your first mistake.
Now you understand, they were all true.
After all…
It was Agatha all along.
And as she pushes herself into your mind yet again and forces you into yet another dream that will keep you just on the edge, Agatha Harkness is one wicked witch.
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Hi Idk if your requests are still open but if they are, please can I request something? 🫣Remember Agatha photos, yes the one with the suit 🥴🫠🫨 I was thinking about Professor! Agatha. I want that. Daddy kink, breeding, and magic of course. Add whatever you want to it. Obviously, Top!Agatha
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Pairing: Agatha Harkness x Reader
Word Count: 3102
Warnings: Professor!Agatha, Smut, Manipulation, Enchanted Strap, Fingering, A bit of mind control, Use of magic, Squirting, Daddy Kink, Dark!Agatha, Dom!Agatha, Sub!Reader, Breeding, Cock Warming, Virgin!Reader, Innocent!Reader, A bit of Dacryphilia, Age Gap (Agatha early 40s, Reader early/mid 20s), I think that is it
A/n: Alright so this one got away from me a bit. I made her a bit dark because I didn't want to fully typical professor/student relationship. I did also feel with making Reader so innocent that Reader being a virgin so that Agatha can manipulate her more was fun. Hope you like it and I didn't add anything that you didn't like
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This class was your least favorite. History. You’re in history class with your least favorite teacher, Miss.Harkness. You don’t understand why you are borderline failing this class. You have been a straight A student all your life. You currently have a 4.0 GPA but you still can’t wrap your head around why this one is different. It’s like when you get your test back that you took a totally different test than what is being handed back. You’re beginning to think you are going crazy. How could you be doing this bad on all of these tests? Your GPA is tanking quickly and you just want to cry. And you almost do when another F lands on your desk right in front of you.
“See me in my office after class.” Mrs.Harkness leans down and whispers in your ear. It’s like you can hear the smirk in her voice but you dare not to look. Fighting back the tears that threaten to fall as your eyes shine with them. You just give her a gentle nod as she continues to pass out papers.
Your hands grip the pages looking at all the red X’s on the page. It’s History, it shouldn't be this hard. You studied all night for this test. You’re beginning to think that Mrs.Harkness has it out for you and wants you to fail.
What you don’t know is that she doesn’t want you to fail. She has a plan for you and the only way she can make it happen is for her to make you desperate. So she uses her magic to change your answers. The handwriting looks the same so that you get the question wrong. She likes to tell herself that she would never use her magic in this way but she has to have you. So she continues to make you fail. The only test left is your final and she knows that you are at your most vulnerable and desperate to achieve a higher grade. So now is her time to strike.
After class you walk slowly to her office. Having stopped in the bathroom to clean yourself up after letting a few tears slip down your face. You now stand outside the office door. Frosted glass with Miss.Harkness written in bold letters on the glass. The name mocking you as you gently knock on the door.
“Come in dear.” You hear her call out from behind the door. You gulp down the fear rising in your throat as you turn the squeaky handle and enter the room. There she is behind her desk in a large black chair. She looks up at you with a smirk playing on her lips. She watches your nervous form as you rub your sweaty palms on your pants. “Y-you wanted to s-see me Miss.Harkness?” You stutter out, fear in your voice.
“Agatha sweetie. You can call me Agatha sweetheart. We aren’t in class anymore.” She smiles at you standing from her seat as you awkwardly stand in the middle of her office. She shrugs off her long suit coat that almost reaches the floor. She sets it on the back of her chair leaving her in a white button up shirt and suit pants. You hate to admit it but the older woman is very attractive. If you weren’t terrified of her you may actually have a crush on the woman. But you have no time to think about that. You’re failing her class and you need to pass.
You nod and mumble “Agatha.” Her name feels strange on your tongue. “Sit dear, we have some things to discuss.” She motions for you to sit in the chair in front of her desk. You hesitantly move and sit as she rounds her desk. She moves and sits on the edge of her desk right in front of you. Pushing her sleeves up before gripping the edge of her desk, her legs slightly crossed as she holds herself up on the desk. “I’m very disappointed in you Y/n. I had heard many wonderful things about you from your previous professors but your work has been… underwhelming to say the least. I thought you had some brains in that pretty little head of yours.” Her voice is condescending and you can feel more tears in your eyes. You don’t even register the fact that she called you pretty at that moment. Only focusing on the criticism at the moment.
You look down, not meeting her eyes. “I-I-I” The tears threaten to fall as you try to hold your composure. Agatha thriving on your innocence and your fears. Her finger hooking under your chin as she leans forward forcing you to look up at her. “I don’t understand why. I-I study for hours. I know the material.” Your voice shakes slightly. “Obviously not or you would be passing my class.” She tisk. A tear rolls down your cheek. She moves her hand cupping your cheek and wipes the tear away with her thumb. She has you exactly where she wants you. “What if I told you there was something you could do for me. Something that will let you pass and possibly even get you an A.”
“Yes! Yes! Yes! I’ll do anything you ask of me just please I don’t wanna fail.” More tears slip down your cheeks as you don’t even question what she could possibly want from you. All you care about right now is your grade and to pass this class. You can deal with the consequences later. Right now you need this.
Agatha’s smirk grows more sinister. Purple smoke forms around her hand as you hear the door behind you lock. Your eyes widen as you look back at the purple smoke fading from the door before you look back now terrified at the woman in front of you. “W-what are you?” You question her trying to pull away from her touch. Her fingers gripping your chin harshly as she leans down closer to you, her lips inches from yours. “Oh, did you think that history stays in the past? I’m a witch my dear. Delightful to meet you my dear.” She laughs a wicked laugh.
Your mind is reeling from the new information. What could a witch want from you? Is she evil or good? Has she been purposely failing you? How can you get away from her? You can’t seem to understand anything right now. Your mind is going hazy. You don’t even notice the purple smoke this time as it seeps into your mind. You're being pliable to her just the way she likes it.
Agatha leans the rest of that distance and kisses your lips. With the magic she is using on you you kiss her back almost immediately. As the two of you make out Agatha starts to move you both gently. She gets you up on your feet grasping your hips tightly before she flips you pressing you against the desk. With her hands on your hips she urges you to sit on the desk which you do with her help. When air becomes an issue she pulls back her forehead leaning against yours. All you feel now is her and the need for her.
Agatha is pressed against you. You feel a bulge in her pants causing you to let out a whimper. “Oh sweetheart. Do you want daddy to fuck you?” She grinds into you moaning. You look at her with innocence with a touch of fear. Your mind is trying to scream at you to say no but soon that voice becomes small and distant until you can’t hear it anymore. Your only thoughts are of her.
“Daddy?” You say cautiously. Seeing how it feels on your tongue. She smiles at you. “Yes baby.” She says with another grind of her hips which causes you to let out a moan. “I-I’ve never.” Is all that you can get out. Too embarrassed to add anything hoping she gets the hint which she does. A low groan leaving her lips. She knew you were innocent but not this innocent and now she gets to ruin you for anyone else. “That’s ok sweet girl Daddy will take care of you. Do you want daddy to take care of you?” You ponder her question for a moment before nodding your head.
“I need words sweet girl.” Now that she has you she is going to teach you right. “Yes.” You mumble. “Yes what?” She asks, pulling back slightly to see what you would do. “Yes Daddy.” You grip her shirt, pulling her back. “Mmm good girl.” Her words make you blush and let out a small whine. You’re so adorable she thinks.
With her hands on your hips she pulls at your pants motioning for you to let her take them off. You lift your hips for her as she pulls them down and you help kick them off. She moans seeing the large wet spot on your panties. You shy under her gaze and try to close your legs but she doesn’t let you. Her fingers digging into the flesh of your thighs. Where you know you will have bruises tomorrow. Her one hand moving and pressing against your clothed bundle of nerves. You squirm at the touch, a throb you have never felt before in core. Her other hand moving up and tugging at your shirt, a signal for you to take it off.
You help take off your shirt as Agatha slowly starts to circle your clit with her finger. You unconsciously start to grind on her hand. Once your shirt is off her hand moves up and harshly grope your breast. She pulls your bra down letting your breast spill over the top. Leaning down and wrapping her lips around one of your nipples moving her hand to the other to tweak and pinch as her teeth scrape across the one in her mouth. The hand that was on your clothed core moves and grips your hips as she pushes closer and grinds against you. You both let out a moan at the feeling. One of your hands moving to her back and the other moving to the base of her scalp, lacing your fingers in her hair and gripping it tightly when she bites your nipple. Letting out a whimper as she groans.
“Fuck baby girl, so wet and needy for me already.” Agatha pulls back before kissing your neck. Sucking and nipping leaving reddish purple marks on your neck wanting people to know that you are taken. As she attacks your neck her hand moves back down between your bodies, her fingers pushing aside your panties. Swiping her fingers through your drenched folds teasing your entrance before easing her finger in. You squirm at the stretch. “Daddy.” You whine. “Shhhh, baby girl. Daddy is going to make you feel so good.” Her lips never leave your neck as she pumps her finger slowly in and out of your pussy. “Yes daddy.” You whimper.
She slowly starts to pick up her pace. A second finger joining the first as she pushes them both in. You grip her even tighter, digging your nails in whining at the slightly painful stretch. Small whimpers and moans leaving your lips egging her on to go faster curling her fingers. Your walls start to clamp down on her fingers letting her know that you are close. “D-Daddy I feel funny.” You whine trying to squirm away but Agatha growls digging her fingers into your hip. She quickens the pace wanting to see you fall apart around her fingers. She pulls back watching your face. Your face is scrunched up and you're trying to grip at any part of her that you can reach. “Let it go sweetheart. You can do it for daddy.” You shake your head, tears filling your eyes, but your body is telling a different story as your wall clamp around her fingers, your legs quivering. “You’ll feel so good. Just let it go. Don’t you want to cum all over daddy’s fingers?” You whimper and nod, finally letting the feeling take over you. Cum coating her fingers as she fucks you through your orgasm. Slowing down her pace before pulling out causing you to whimper at the loss. She pops her fingers in her mouth moaning at your taste. “Fuck sweetheart you taste devine. I should have done this earlier.” Your mind is hazy. She has you and your mind is hers.
Your panting and lean your head forward onto her shoulder as you try to regain your composure. Until you hear the sound of her zipper being undone. You pull back looking at her. She shuffles her pants and boxers down as a purple strap springs out. It is large and you wonder how it will fit inside of you. She watches you intently as her hand wraps around the appendage. She moans as she jerks it. Your eyes moving up to hers being met with blown pupils. “Fuck Daddy is going to be able to feel how wet and warm you are. How tight your little cunt is. Fuck when your cum coats my dick. I can explode just thinking about it.” She moves back between your legs, a confused look on your face. “Daddy enchanted this cock. I’m going to be able to feel all of your perfect pussy.” Her anticipation has her already swiping her strap through your folds gathering your juices onto it. Nudging your clit ever so slightly as she does before moving it down and nudging it at your entrance.
She slowly pushes in the head of her cock popping into your entrance and making you whine. “Daddy it won’t fit.” You already feel the painful stretch and so full from just the head. “I’ll make it fit sweetheart.” She kisses your lips to distract you as she slams forward fully sheathing herself in your warm tight pussy. You cry out at the painful stretch, her mouth swallowing your cries as you try and push her away but she is stronger than you. “Hurts Daddy.” You whine. “Shhh it’s ok daddy will make it feel better.” She starts to slowly thrust her hips. Tears are falling down your cheeks as she leans her forehead against yours wiping your tears away gently.
Keeping her pace slow but thrusting deep as she watches your face turn from scrunched up pain to melting into pleasure. Both hands dig harshly into your hips as she picks up her pace. Her patience wear thin as she needs to fuck you. To make you cum on her cock. “So fucking tight. Fuck!” She says her hips are snapping into you. Your pain gradually turns into pleasure the more she fucks you. Your legs wrapping around her waist and your fingers digging into her back. She smirks no longer holding back and jackhammering into your willing pussy. Both your moans filling the office. She is fucking into you so harshly that her desks squeaks on the floor and papers start to fall off her desk, but neither of you care.
“Mmm so good. You're such a good girl for me taking my cock.” She mumbles against your lips. The pleasure building causes your brain to turn to mush. Your moans bouncing off the walls. “G-Good.” Is all you’re able to mumble out.
Agatha’s hips slap against your ass as she continues to pound into you. Angling her hips perfectly to hit that spot deep inside you that you're seeing stars. Her thrust is becoming more erratic as your walls start to tighten around her cock. “Fuck! I’m going to fill this pussy so full of my cum. Would you like that baby girl? For Daddy to fill your pretty pussy with my cum? Get you pregnant, breed you. Make you my pretty little housewife. I bet you would look so hot swollen with my babies. Fuck keep you pregnant all the time just so I can fill your horney needs all the time. Continuously fill this pussy till you're dripping and so dumbed down you’ll still be begging for more.” You moan loudly a small gush of liquid coating her cock as you're turned on more. “Oh fuck you like that baby girl. I’ll make it come true. Keep you as mine forever.” Your walls clenching tightly around her cock making her moan.
“Please!” You moan out. You’re not sure what you're asking for whether it is to cum or for her to get you pregnant. You're close to falling over the edge again so you use your legs to pull her closer. Agatha is so close too. Her hand moving down and her thumb rubbing tight fast circles on your clit. Your loud moan edging her on. Her pace quickens again to an inhuman speed as she chases both of your highs. She feels you clench again. “Cum baby girl. Fuck! Cum on Daddy’s cock.”
That’s all it takes. You both fall over the edge at the same time. Liquid squirting out of you onto Agatha as you feel a warm sticky liquid paint your walls. You're both moaning as agatha continues to thrust, riding out both of your highs, her thumb still circling your clit. You whimper as it starts to become too much. She slows down her thrust until she stops leaving herself sheathed inside of you. Her hands firmly planted on either side of you on the desk as both of your chests heave. Your arms wrap tightly around her as you nuzzle into her neck.
Your mind and body are exhausted, but you feel complete like this is what you have always wanted in life. Your mind is absent of the original reason for coming into this office. Your only thoughts are filled with Agatha. You're both there in silence, the only sound is the sounds of your breathing. A comfortable silence between you two as you both enjoy the presence of one another.
Agatha pulls you back and you let out a small whine. She moves your hair out of your face and wipes the tears off your cheeks. She has the kindest, most gentle smiles as she kisses your forehead, then the tip of your nose, before kissing your lips gently leaning her forehead against yours. “Daddy needs to grade some papers. How about you be a good girl and sit on Daddy’s cock while she does that.” You nod. “Mkay Daddy.” Knowing that this night will change your life forever.
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Hiya 😍 so I would like to request about dark! Agatha Harkness and fem!reader with smut cause she hot when she evil
Mommy’s Good Girl
Dark!Agatha Harkness x fem!reader
Summary: How long have you been here?
Warnings: 18+, MDNI, kiddnaping/manipulation, Agatha uses magic to mess with your memories, enchanted strap, breeding, Agatha uses magic like it's a drug on you
Word count: 955
A/N: Kinda struggled with what I wanted to do with this, but I'm happy with what it turned into
It had been a few months since you had come to Westview. You couldn't remember when exactly, but you found yourself living with your girlfriend, Agatha Harkness. Though she never allowed you outside of the house.
“It's dangerous out there dear. Mommy knows best.” She'd say and your mind would go fuzzy. Big thoughts leaving your head.
“You don't need all those big thoughts baby. Those are for Mommy to deal with.” You had no room to argue. You weren't even sure you could. The words alluding you completely.
You weren't sure why your brain always got so fuzzy after you'd ask a big girl question, but it always did. A purple tint in your eyes that you'd blink away along with those thoughts.
You were curled up on the couch one night with Agatha, her arm wrapped around your waist. Your head on her chest as she rubbed your thigh. You felt a wetness pool between your legs as you looked up at her.
“M-Mommy?” You dared ask, but she'd just shush you as she carried on until you were squirming. Your hand tightening into a fist on her shirt. Another plead falling past your lips as she looked at you with faux concern.
“Oh dear you're so silly. You know you're only good for Mommy’s pleasure, right?” Your face scrunched up in confusion. What was she talking about you had never…
A purple tint covered your eyes as you closed them tightly. That familiar fuzzy feeling back. “That's Mommy’s good girl. You're going to take what Mommy gives you and then you're going to forget like you always do so Mommy can enjoy that innocence of yours dear.” You groaned, trying to push away, but you had no strength. Another tint of purple and whispered words in your ear, “You want this dear. Don't run from Mommy.” Your eyes widened, everything only becoming fuzzier. You couldn't make out anything except her.
“Mmm Mommy…icky…” you squirmed, rubbing your thighs together.
“Oh? Do your princess parts feel all icky?” she cooed and you nodded. A wicked smile crossing her features. “Don't worry Mommy knows how to fix it.” The look you beamed up at her was her favorite everytime she did this. That look of innocent bliss of her being able to fix you. You would look so innocent until she was was three fingers deep. Fingers moving roughly to build you up only to stop just before you were there. A whine pushing past your lips only for her to push you. A snap of her fingers and you were both naked, how did she…? You never had time to finish that thought before her strap was pounding into you. Your mind goes absolutely blank. The only words you could form now were,
“Mommy, please! S'full Mommy!”
“That's my good girl. Taking Mommy so well. You're Mommy’s little pleasure doll aren't ya?” she asks and you nod, in your fuzzy state this was all you ever wanted, her, all of her, all of Mommy.
“Yesh Momma! S'full! Love it s'much!” You cry out feeling your coil tighten up. Your eyes widening looking up at her as you feel it get tighter and tighter with every thrust. She's hitting just the right spot relentlessly. Until you're pushed over the edge. Your coil snapping as you screamed and moaned out, clawing and biting on your Mommy. She whispered little praises in your ear.
“Mommy’s good girl. That's it. Let it happen baby. Mommy’s taking care of the icky feeling. Let it all out.” As she fucked you through the orgasm, the fuzziness dissipating, you tried pushing away. Overstimulation setting in.
Purple. Blink. Fuzzy.
“Mommy still needs to cum baby. Mommy’s gonna breed you like she always does and maybe this time you'll be good and give me what I want.” You groan at her words.
You could feel the overstimulation, yet you moved your hips with her letting orgasms rip through you, tears streaming down your cheeks that Agatha so kindly leaned down and licked off you with a moan.
“You're so pretty when you cry. I love seeing you all broken beneath me.” You felt her thrusts quicken, her breathing pick up. “Mommy’s cumming baby. Gonna fill you up and breed you baby. It's all your good for. Mommy’s breedable pet.”
“Yesh Mommy yesh…” you managed out, your throat hurt from screaming and moaning. She did a final rough thrust, hitting the deepest parts of you as you felt her fill you. A moan ripped from your throat, “Mommy’s breedable pet…” made its way past your lips.
“Such a good girl. It's too bad I have to take your memories.” Confusion on your face as you looked up through the haze as you saw her eyes glow purple and a purple mist come from her hand towards you.
“No Mommy please be good! I'll be good!” You tried to argue as waves of memories hit you of every time this happened. How long you'd actually been here in this almost constant fuzzy state. It wasn't a few months. It had been a few years.
You looked up with pleading eyes, more tears falling, you just wanted to be Mommy’s good girl. You couldn't live without her. Why would you want to? She takes care of everything even if she's kept you trapped here as her sex doll, her breedable pet. You didn't want to be anything else. You didn't want to forget.
You blinked, eyes feeling heavy. The room spinning as you tried to fight it. “Want Mommy please…be good…good baby, good pet.” Your words are slurring.
“Shhh sleep.” Purple. Blink. Darkness.
Maybe someday you'd convince her you wouldn't leave, but today wasn't that day.
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Thank you so much for your writing. My mind is completely in the nine cloud. If your requests are still open, Can I request Agatha Harkness scissoring with Reader? More smut? Yes please
pairing: agatha harkness x reader
summary: smut. and then some more smut. with a sprinkle of sadism in there. oh, and scissoring.
content warnings: restraints, sadism (agatha <3), denial, crying, agatha being mean but in a loving way
word count: 1.8k+
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A/N: This is a first for me! I’ve never written a scissoring scene before, so I hope it’s to your liking!! This is a little bit shorter than my usual stuff, because it’s just pure smut hehe. Let me know what you think!
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Good Girl
Blue eyes peered up at you from between your legs, and Agatha held steady eye contact with you as she licked a slow strip up your pussy, collecting your arousal on her tongue. Your head fell back against the pillows as you groaned, the sight alone sending pulsating waves of arousal down to your clit, which you were certain Agatha could feel.
You’d been in this position for what felt like hours, and you were starting to get frustrated. Agatha had been slowly working you up, her hands gripping your hips and pinning them to the bed whenever you tried to move. She’d alternated between gently sucking your clit between her lips, and sloppily making out with you pussy. Occasionally, she’d dip her tongue inside, and you’d respond with a drawn out plea.
Pulling away, Agatha licked her lips as she observed you. Your hips were attempting to escape her strong hold, canting upwards as ragged breaths left your lips. She wanted to pity you, truly, but it was difficult when you looked so perfect like this. So desperate and pliable, like putty in her hands. Or tongue, rather.
Glancing down, Agatha smirked as she watched your arousal drip down your thighs. She was certain that her lower face was coated in your juices, but couldn’t quite bring herself to care. Not when she was so close to getting what she wanted.
“Do you want to come?” Agatha asked, her voice teasing as you groaned. She shifted her body, rising to her knees as you pried your eyes open to glare at her.
“Of course I want to come, I’ve been begging for the past hour.” You whined, pulling against the cuffs that attached your wrists to the headboard of your bed. As much as you loved your girlfriend, she could be downright evil sometimes. This was one of her favorite activities, sweet and slow torture. But, if you were honest with yourself, you loved it almost as much as she did.
Smiling widely at you, Agatha raked her sharp nails down your stomach, relishing the way you trembled beneath her touch. Moving quickly, she discarded her clothes with a flick of her fingers before spreading your legs open.
Groaning, you shuddered at the thought of more stimulation to your already over-sensitive pussy, and attempted to close your legs around Agatha’s muscular waist. When blue eyes narrowed, you realized your mistake, and quickly spread them again.
Agatha’s hand made its way to your throat, her eyes hard as she squeezed. “Do not ever attempt to close your legs again, do you understand? This pussy is mine, and I’ll play with it however I want, and as long as I want. Are we clear?”
You swallowed harshly against the hand wrapped around your neck, nodding as best you could. You breathed a sigh of relief when Agatha’s fingers released some of the pressure they were applying, oxygen rushing back to your head and making it spin slightly. Focusing hard on breathing properly, you missed the shift in Agatha’s position as she threw her leg over one of your thighs.
Hooking one of your legs around her waist, Agatha adjusted her hold until her pelvis was pressed firmly against yours. Then, she let out a low moan at the feeling of her own slick pussy sliding against yours.
“Holy shit.” You breathed, your eyes snapping to where your cores met. You watched in fascination as Agatha moved her hips, the movement practically frictionless as your arousal provided a barrier between you two. The fingers around your throat released their hold, dragging down the column of your neck before landing on your chest.
Smirking, Agatha increased the pressure of her thrusts as she began to cruelly twist your nipple between her fingers. Your mouth dropped open, your wrists straining against your restraints as your nerve endings seemed to catch on fire. You felt overstimulated, and rolled your hips to match Agatha’s in an effort to gain some control over your body.
With a sharp pinch on your nipple, Agatha let her displeasure be known. “None of that now sweetheart,” Her voice was sickly sweet, and you felt your orgasm approach as she continued speaking. “Be a good girl, stay still and let me play with you, okay?”
Groaning, you forced your hips to still, trembling from the effort. You were rewarded with Agatha’s fingers gently rolling your other nipple between them. Your body felt like it was on fire, your orgasm quickly rising from the burning pressure where Agatha’s pelvis connected to your own.
“Please,” You began, pleading with your eyes as Agatha moved slightly faster. She panted, her lips parting as she watched your face contort in pleasure. “I’m gonna- fuck. I’m gonna come, please can I come?”
The sound of your breathless pleas sent Agatha tumbling headfirst into her own orgasm. She squeezed your abused chest as a warning not to come without her permission as she shuddered and shook on top of you.
Your mouth fell open, watching Agatha writhe against your center. The wet sounds of your skin sliding against each other filled the room, Agatha’s low moans filtering in and out of your ears as you watched in amazement. Your own orgasm was rising fast, and watching Agatha in the throes of pleasure against you was not helping.
With one final thrust, Agatha finally slowed down, catching her breath as she gazed at you with pride. You were fighting to keep your hips still, your muscles trembling from the effort. Your eyes bore into her own, glazed slightly as the color of your irises was reduced to small slivers.
A smile slowly spread across her face as an idea came to Agatha’s mind. She released your chest from her death grip, choosing to gently stroke your face as tears started to form in your eyes from the effort of not orgasming.
“You’re doing such a good job, hon. I’m so proud of you. Such a good girl for me.” She murmured, watching your face light up at the praise. Her hands started running through your hair as she started rocking her hips once more, the sensation of her soft fingertips and sharp thrusts confusing your mind slightly.
“I- I wanna come.” You began, before Agatha’s had you moaning with one sharp thrust of her hips. Her eyes were kind as she looked down at you, a small smile playing on her lips as she increased the pressure of her clit against yours. Her thumb swiped across your cheek, collecting the single tear that had escaped your watering eyes.
Her smile widened, “It’s okay baby, can you hold off for a little while? I’m not done playing with you yet.” Agatha’s tone was laced with false sympathy even as she increased the speed of her thrusts. She could feel your juices increasing as you held back your orgasm, your arousal increasing at the denial.
Nodding, you let your tears fall, choosing to focus your energy on holding off your looming orgasm instead. Agatha let a few sympathetic noises leave her lips, wiping away your tears with gentle fingers before fucking you with earnest. Her hips rocked, moving the entire bed as she slid her throbbing center against yours. She could feel another orgasm approaching, and leaned down towards you to whisper in your ear.
“Just a little more, okay baby? As soon as I come, you’re free to orgasm as much as you’d like. Does that sound good?”
You couldn’t help but let out a whimper at her words, the sound spurring her on as her orgasm rapidly approached. Her fingers found your jaw, and she manually moved your head up and down for you. You took the hint.
“Yes, that sounds good. Please come for me, I’ve been so good. Please- god you’re so hot. Please, Aggie.” You rambled, your brain turning to mush as you felt your muscles tense up. You hoped that you wouldn’t come before Agatha, not wanting to face a punishment. Her prolonged teasing had already been nothing short of torture.
Agatha held back her own orgasm, wanting to see you struggle. She watched with a smile on her face as you clenched your eyes shut tightly, your hands balling into fists as you pulled against the restraints. Your lips parted, and you moaned loudly when you felt Agatha’s protruding clit against yours.
What sent Agatha over the edge for the second time, was your eyes opening to look at her with a picture perfect look of innocence and desperation. Your eyes were wide and watering, pleading with her silently as more tears escaped. Agatha felt the dam break, and she worked her jaw as her orgasm washed over her.
You felt Agatha’s clit pulse wildly against yours, and you felt a wave of wetness hit your own over-sensitive core. As the sound of her low, rough moans reached your ringing ears, you finally let go of your iron-clad control.
Waves of heat seemed to rush to your core, and your hips thrust up against Agatha’s still moving form as pleasurable waves ripped through your body. You were sure that you’d strained a muscle from how hard you were pulling against your restraints, and you felt your throat start to hurt as you panted furiously.
Through it all, Agatha continued to move against you, the combined slick from your orgasms creating a barrier between the two of you as you shook from the aftershocks. You saw black spots in your vision, and blinked at Agatha while you came down from your high.
She didn’t stop, her eyes darkening as your whines turned into pleas. She felt her own orgasm approach again as she watched you struggle weakly against your restraints, your tears flowing freely as you buried your head into the pillow.
“None of that, I want to see you.” Agatha’s tone was stern, and the hand on your chest reached up and wrenched your head back towards her. Her fingers tightened, becoming painful as you looked into her eyes, unable to move.
You felt another orgasm weakly attempt to rise, the pain quickly overtaking the pleasure. Tears streamed down your cheeks and onto the damp pillow beneath your head as Agatha rocked her hips against you. She chased her orgasm, grinding down on your over-sensitive pussy until she drained the last drops of pleasure from her own body.
Panting, Agatha finally removed herself from you. Her eyes watched as your body relaxed, a relieved smile overtaking your tear-stained face. Then, she gently swiped her finger through your dripping folds, flicking your swollen clit cruelly before bringing her finger to her lips. Sucking, she watched the realization and resignation come to your face in the span of a few short seconds.
“Oh hon, did you think we were done?” She laughed, flicking her fingers as purple wisps started to float around you. “We’ve only just begun.”
#mcu#marvel#agatha harkness smut#agatha harkness x reader#agatha harkness#agatha harkness x fem!reader#mean!agatha#agatha's a sadist#idk why i write her so dark but its hottttt
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A midnight surprise//NSFW
Authors note: okay so this is my first EVER thing i've actually written and went through with, tell me if you want a part to or some shit, i did not proofread so like yeah be prepared, also i wrote this at 2am instead of sleeping it is now 3am, so god help me
(OKAY so this is the writer at a reasonable time, I wrote this 2-3am, so if it makes no sense, sorry, I was on an adrenaline rush [Also, I was just rereading this, and I think I completely changed the plot halfway through, still kind of makes sense.])
warnings: smut minors dni, possessive!wanda, mentions of drinking, toxic relationship, rough sex, semi-public sex, fingering, oral sex, knife play, mentions of drinking, strap-on sex, lesbian sex (obviously), manipulation if you squint
relationships: possessive!wanda maximoff x fem!y/n, natasha romanoff x darcy lewis x carol danvers x fem!y/n (platonic), jimmy woo x fem!y/n (platonic), darcy lewis x monica rambeau (mentioned), natasha romanoff x maria hill (mentioned), obsessive!exgf!agatha harkness x fem!y/n
summary: wanda is in love with y/n, like madly in love with her, they're practically already dating, just that, y/n doesn't know it yet! so when wanda sees your ex, agatha harkness, kissing you at a bar, her anger is immeasurable, so at midnight after the incident, she decides to pay you a visit. (btw they both work for s.h.i.e.l.d)
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Wanda cornered you in the bathroom, "You're mine," she said, jealousy as clear as daylight in her eyes as she held the dagger to your throat, "I don't want to see you around that whore again." She pressed the dagger to your cheek, letting the the smallest bit of blood drop onto her dagger before licking it off. "W-Wanda, we broke up months ago, I'm not into her!"
It was hard to argue back when Wanda's hand was pressed hard against your throat, your words slipping off your lips. Wanda's eyes narrowed in anger as she leaned in closer, the dagger coming dangerously close to cutting through your throat. "Did you forget already that I can do that?" Wanda pushed down harder on the dagger, her expression slowly turning into one of worry, "You won't be forgetting about this anytime soon. You're mine."
She dragged you into your apartments bedroom and practically threw you to the mattress. A couple hours ago you were just relaxing at the bar with your friends, why'd Agatha have to be there, you broke up 10 months ago, and yet when she noticed you she immediately started flirting with you. Wanda jumped on top of you and pinned you to the bed with her arms, she started kissing you neck with anger and lust, "You're mine." She repeated, "Not Agatha's, not Nat's, not anyone else." Wanda's lips went further down to your neck. She placed kisses onto your collarbone before getting to your belt buckle and unclasping it, dragging it down along with your panties. She had already ripped your shirt off so she continued to unbuckle your bra, struggling as she had you pressed under her on the bed.
You tried to flip around so you wouldn't be naked, but Wanda just pushed up her body to the side, pressing her breasts firmly on your back while sticking her dagger in your back, making you whimper. You gasped as her hand covered your mouth, "Sorry," she whispered before planting a kiss on your neck, "But I just can't let Agatha touch you. She's not going to get away with this, if I have to kill someone, it'll be Agatha" She then went to take off her pants, only to reveal the surprisingly large strap she had hidden under them.
Your mouth dropped at the sight of it, so she took the chance to thrust it into your pussy, making you moan at the haste of it all, the perfect mixture of pleasure and pain. She put her mouth to yours and pushed her tongue inside to swallow all the noises you were making as she slowly started to thrust into you. Slowly soon turned into her bottoming you out as she thrusted deeper than you thought was possible. Her thrust were harder and faster than you've every experienced, and you were approaching the edge quickly. "You're mine Y/N!" Wanda hissed in your ear, her fingers digging into the flesh of your back before giving you one final thrust, sending you off the edge. The orgasm was so much that you passed out.
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You wake up the next morning to find you're still in the same position you were in the previous day, but now Wanda is gone. You're feeling slightly refreshed after sleeping in, but your back was really sore, and you don't feel the sheets that were covering your body. Your legs hurt from laying in the same position for so long, and your mind was more sore than your body was. You decide to get up and take a shower, still covered in sweat and smelling of sex.
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As the exit the bathroom, you think back to the night before, and your eyes darted to your bed. The sheets and bedspread were all folded neatly, but all the notes Agatha had been sending over the last few months were gone from your vanity, Wanda must have taken them. You were still unsure as to what Wanda was really up to, but you couldn't find the words to come to terms with her mind games, her manipulative actions. She practically broke into your apartment at midnight with her dagger, green jealousy radiating off her. You opened the door to see who was there and she just barged in and started walking you backwards, shutting the door with her foot, into the bathroom. It took you a while until you realized she was jealous over the fact Agatha was at the same bar as you last night and was flirting with you. How'd Wanda even find out, and more importantly, she liked you? You thought back to what happened at the bar.
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Natasha and Darcy were talking about their crushes, Maria and Monica, while Carol was observing, she noticed Agatha from across the bar and tapped your shoulder, recognizing your obsessive ex-girlfriend, you two were dating for 4 years, you had wanted to leave several times, but she always convinced you to say, eventually you had enough of her bullshit and left at night without another word. when she figured this out she was texting you for days before you blocked her. It had been 9 months since then and here she was, practically running towards you.
"Heyyyyyyy Y/N!! Howww have yoou b-eeeen!?" She was clearly way too drunk, as her words struggled to come out in coherent sentences and slurred around. "Uhm-" you tried to say, but Agatha interrupted you, "Y'knoowww, I'm reeeally sorrrrry aboout what happppednedd, I n-evvveerrr meannt tooo pusshh yoou a-awwayy!" Carol watched in silence as Nat and Darcy were trying to keep themselves from bursting out laughing, but they stopped when drunk Agatha gripped you by your suit's collar and pulled you in for a kiss.
It took you a couple of seconds to process what was happening while her lips were on yours, but when you did you pushed her away as fast as you could, "Agatha, I'm not into you, how many times must I tell you this, stop sending me your fucking letters, we broke up 10 months ago, go get laid by someone else!" You snapped, and the people around you were shocked, Agatha looked about on the verge of tears, she turned around and sped away. You immediately felt guilt rise up, but you pushed it away, Agatha should've known better. Little did you know, your other secret admirer, Wanda, was too in that bar, watching the scene unfold.
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After eating breakfast and getting ready, you headed downstairs to your car so you could head to S.H.E.I.L.D. headquarters. That is wear Jimmy stopped you, "Darcy told me all about what went down last night, what a coincidence!" He laughed and so did you, "Yeah but I didn't mean to make her cry, but I just snapped, I forgot how difficult she is to handle.." "Well, more reasons as to why not to get back together!" he responded, putting a smile on your face, he always manages to do so. "Well I'll see you later, I'm heading to work." "Later!!" You heard him yell back as you walked away.
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When you arrived at the headquarters, you immediately went to your private study, not wanting to talk to anyone else of the incident. When you walked in you locked the door, but when you went to turn on the lamp in the dark room you were pinned against the door with speed "W-hat!?" "Shh hon.." when your eyes adjusted to the darkness you saw Wanda. "Wands?" Wanda laughed a bit at your nervousness, "Yes love."
"Uhm, why are you here, what is happening, what happened last night, do you like m-" before you could fins rambling, Wanda shut you up with a passionate kiss, when she finished she responded "Well, I never got to finish what I started last night, since you passed out, never even got a chance to taste you!" Now that your eyes were just about fully adjusted to the darkness, you could tell Wanda's eyes were blown and darkened with lust.
She rose her knee to be firmly placed against your already soaked pussy, she grabbed your hips, pinning you to the door with her body, and began to grind you into her thigh, making you moan and whimper, you bucked your knees and began going faster, already close to the edge. Her grip on your hips tightened and she started grinding you harder and faster against her thigh, and when you were about to fall of the edge, she pulled away.
"Hey what the h-" before you could protest she grabbed your neck and started kissing you, forcing her tongue into your mouth as she rotated the both of you and dropped you in an arm chair, she then quickly tore your shirt off and starting palming at the back of your bra. When she got it off, she put her mouth around your nipple while taking off your pants and underwear. She started kissing your neck leaving marks as she teased you. Her hands groped your tits and clit at the same time, but she also grabbed your nipples and pinched. The pain was soon replaced by pleasure as her soft touches sent waves of pleasure through your entire body.
She moaned as you started grinding into her hand, feeling your orgasm start to rise. You moaned "Ahhhhh!" loudly and leaned into her touch, and suddenly your wall dropped and your climax hit. She decided this was the right time to stick three fingers into your pussy and started thrusting them hard and deep, through your orgasm. "Wands, sensitive, please" you mumbled, struggling to turn incoherent thoughts into coherent words. You could already feel the next orgasm coming quickly, she could tell from the way your pussy was clenching her fingers like she was their life line, "I saw what happened at the bar," she said as she was still thrusting into you, you moaning wildly, " I don't want you kissing anyone but me." and with one particularly hard thrust you fell of the edge screaming her name.
She wasn't done yet, she took out her fingers and put one to her mouth, tasting it, "Mmm, so sweet" she moaned, she put the other two fingers up to your mouth as she worked to sit between your legs, but you couldn't care less. "Try it" You opened you mouth and sucked on her fingers, groaning at the taste. "Yeah good I know right, can't wait for more" "Wait what do yo- OHHHhhHH" before you could finish, Wanda started devouring you, which you were not prepared for, Wanda was sitting between your legs and was sucking on your clit like a hungry infant, not only was her tongue going wild on you, her fingers she had just put in your pussy were slamming in and out and she took one and sucked on it. You tried to scream, but before you could Wanda took your clit between her teeth and bit down, feeling her teeth against your sensitive spot sent you to your climax, the only problem was you had no idea how.
You just fell in her arms, completely spent. Wanda crawled up and kissed you, leaning back against the wall with a smug look on her face. "Did you hear me, no more Agatha or anyone for that matter." "Yeah yeah, of course.." you mumbled as you lay comfortably in her arms. As you fell asleep, Wanda whispered in you ear,
"You're mine now detka."
#wanda maximoff#wanda maximoff x reader#wanda x reader#scarlet witch#the scarlet witch#scarlet witch x reader#dark wanda maximoff#wanda fanfic#natasha romanoff#darcy x monica#darcy lewis#natasha romanoff x maria hill#jimmy woo#carol danvers#captain marvel#agatha harkness#first fic#possessive behavior
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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
Be
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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Masterlist
WARNING! Most of the following contain SMUT and/or have a DARK theme!
Disclaimer! These Fanfics aren't mine! They're just some of my favorites. Check at the bottom to see when it was last updated. I've made a second masterlist which I'll be updating once in a while.
Masterlist II
Dark-♤ Angst-♧ Fluff-♡ Smut-♢
Shoulder to Cry On
Paring; Agatha Harkness x reader
Summary: you have a rough break up and Agatha invites you over to make you feel better.
Rated- ♧♡
Witch hunter
Paring; Agatha Harkness x witchhunter!reader
Summary: as a friend of Blade, whilst he hunts monsters, you focus on ending the witches of old that have come to ruin the future. Agatha Harkness happens to be one of them, but she isn’t running into your trap, it’s the other way around.
Rated-♤♢♧
Say You Want Me
Parings; Agatha harkness x reader
Summery: your neighbor agatha's seen you looking at her, and she gets the wrong idea-- or, well... sort of.
Rated-♢
Closer
Parings; Salem!Agatha Harkness x Reader
Summary: you and Agatha are forced to share a bed while out for the coven.
Rated- ♡
Working Together For Her
Paring; Agatha x reader x Wanda
Summary: Y/N escapes to Westview, on the run, and Wanda and Agatha pause their fight to work together and help her.
Rated- ♧♡
Make Me Feel Special
Pairing: Milf!Agatha Harkness x fem!reader
Summary: You are angry at your best friend for turning down the opportunity for something that you would give your life for: a mother.
Rated- ♤♢
Jealousy
Paring; Jealous!Agatha x reader
Summary: you have been getting too close with Wanda and Agatha doesn't like that.
Rated- ♤♢
Taste Of A Poison Paradise
Pairing; Agatha Harkness x Fem!Reader
Summary: It’s your wedding day, and you’re freaking out with the stress and anxiety of it all. Fortunately, your future mother-in-law is there to help.
Rated- ♤♢
Love Thy Neighbour
Paring; Agatha Harkness x reader
Summary: Wanda’s spell did quite a number on Agatha. She forgot who she was. Her powers gone. But ever since she met you, she's been her memories and powers come back.
Rated- ♤♢
Oh Red String of Fate
Pairing: Agatha Harkness x Fem!Reader
Summary: you're Agatha's soul mate.
Rated- ♡
Broken Doll
Paring; Bucky x reader x Steve
Summary: Steve and Bucky have to now live with the consequences after they have broken you.
Rated- ♧
July
Paring; Cate Blanchett x reader
summary; you’ve been in australia on vacation and made a new friend, maybe more than just a friend. When your time comes to an end you reminisce the last weeks and doubt your feelings.
Rated- ♡♧
Right here right now
Paring; Carol Aird x reader
Summary: What if Carol went away by herself over Christmas and met you instead? One morning your eyes lock across the room at a motel and you spend the day together, getting to a women's bar where things heat up and you end up getting a hotel room together.
Rated- ♡♢
The Animal I Become
Pairing: Damian Priest x Fem Reader
Summary: Being the eldest daughter of Rey Mysterio, it surprises most that she’s nothing like her family. After her father and family ban her from wrestling due to her violence, she is officially the black sheep, but breaks that rule, coming back to help during an attack from the Judgement Day, only to be scolded by her father for the madness she started, then running into someone who knows her like no one else…
Rated-♧♢
Animal Unleashed
Pairing: Damian Priest x Fem Reader
Summary: After having a meeting with Judgement Day, making official plans to join and also ending the issues the reader created with Rhea Ripley after attacking her, they find the perfect way to show that the Reader is now apart of Judgement Day, joining in on the attack on her family, letting the world know she’s walking her own path away from her Mysterio family, unleashing the animal she knows she is…
Rated-♢♢♢
Tag Team
Pairing: Damian Priest x Fem Reader x Rhea Ripley
Summary: Rhea and Damian take turns having their way with Y/n.
Rated-♢♢♢
I Can Keep A Secret, Can You?
Paring; Eve Fletcher x Camgirl!Reader
Summary: The camgirl that helps Eve edge into oblivion every night changes her life in more ways than one.
Rated-♢
Miss Deavor
Paring; Evelyn Deavor x reader
Summary: Not everyone needs a screen to be under Evelyn Deavor's wiles. As her brother's assistant, you can attest to that.
Rated- ♢
To Attend the Cruise
Paring; Evelyn Deavor x reader
Summary: You're desperate for a reporting gig at the Everjust cruise. Perhaps Evelyn Deavor can arrange something?
Rated- ♢
Energy Source
Paring; Hela x reader
Summary: Hela has you locked up in a dark dungeon cell to use you as an energy source. But she's nice to you.
Rated- ♤♡
Pleasing your Queen
Paring; Hela x reader
Summary: You're a palace maid who's been summoned by your newly crowned Queen. You have no idea what to expect, but the events that play out will surprise you more than you could have imagined.
Rated- ♢
El Amor Duele
Paring; Jake Lockley x Fem!Reader
Summary: Marc and Steven suspect there is another alter looming about as you begin to notice small mannerisms/movements that don't belong to either of them. You try and lure the new guy out.
Rated-♢♧
Through the Looking Glass
Pairings; Jake Lockley x fem!reader, Steve Grant x fem!reader, Marc Spector x fem!reader
Summary: “I knew who I was this morning, but I’ve changed a few times since then.” —Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland
Rated-♤♢♧
Love Is A Hard Thing
Paring; Lady Tremaine x reader
Summary: You are one of the staff workers of the household belonging to Lady Tremaine. Let’s just say you caught her eye.
Rated- ♧♡
So Pure, So Dirty and Raw
Pairings; Lilith Ritter x fem!reader
Summary: Lilith is your boss, and she's been waiting to make you hers.
Rated-♤
Nightmarish
Parings; Lilith Ritter x fem!reader
Summary: You have an appointment with your psychiatrist.
Rated-♢
You're My Property
Parings; Lilith Ritter x fem!reader
summary: You just want her attention. She is your boss, you're her secretary.
Rated- ♢
Special Friend
Parings; CG!Loki x little!reader
Summary: loki wants to scare everyone he comes across today, however you rather enjoy him in his reptile form.
Rated-♡
Don't listen to them
Paring; Loki x little!reader
Summary: Loki is in the glass cell and reader is with Thor in a room with the avengers talking bad about Loki. Reader is upset and goes looking for Loki.
Rated- ♡
Good Girl, Bad Grades
Paring; Professor!Loki x reader
Summary: Your grades in Professor Laufeyson's class have been slipping recently. You are distracted - because of him. Professor Laufeyson invites you to his office to discuss your grades and it seems that despite his disappointment in you, he may have a way to help you improve them.
Rated- ♢♡
Workout
Paring; Rhea Ripley x Fem!Reader
Summary: You needy for Rhea, so she gives you what you want in the gym bathroom.
Rated-♢
A Hard Fuck
Paring; Rhea Ripley x Fem!Reader
Summary: You call Rhea a bitch during an argument and she doesn't take it lightly.
Rated-♢
Jealousy Jealousy
Paring; Rhea Ripley x fem!reader
Summary: You get jealous of Rhea and Liv but Rhea shows you she belongs to you.
Rated-♢♢♢
Tease Me, Please Me
Paring; Rhea Ripley x fem!reader
Summary: "I want you to ride my thigh until you're a whimpering fucking mess, and if you come, then I'll punish you for it."
Rated-♢♢♢
The Aftermath: Our Pretty Princess
Parings; DarkQueen!Wanda x Fem!Reader x SoftDarkKing!Valkyrie, Kate Bishop x Fem!Reader (Brief/Established)
Summary: Wanda and Valkyrie think you'll be the perfect fit as their princess, so their take you as theirs.
Rated-♤♢
She’s in Your Mind
Pairing; Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader
Summary: Instead of whispering “run” Wanda reads your mind and sees that you are attracted to her. She uses a different method instead of fear, to make you submit to her, and it definitely does not involve running.
Rated- ♤♢
20th Birthday
Paring; LegalGuardian!WandaMaximoff x Fem!Reader
Summary: After your father's 'sudden' death you are being placed under the custody of his neighbor and close family friend, Wanda. She has been waiting for this moment since she laid eyes on you many years ago swearing in that you will be completely hers. Mind and body. And you being her innocent dumb little baby, that will be just a matter of time.
Rated-♢♡
Stephen Doesn’t Have to Know
Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader
Summary: Wanda had captured you in her palace when she took you from Stephen, she planned to make you hers to get back at him but she found herself taking a liking to you.
Rated- ♢♡
Training
Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader
Summary: When misbehaving in public after your owner told you to obey, you are punished for your trouble.
Rated- ♤♢
After School Special
Paring; Professor!Wanda Maximoff x Reader
Summary: In the midst of your exhaustion you fail to see the flirtatious manner in which a classmate speaks to you, but alas Wanda has to prove who your real owner is.
Rated- ♡♢
First Times Aren't Shameful
Paring; Wanda Maximoff x Reader
Summary: Your first time with mommy Wanda is filled with lots of soft praises and big feelings.
Rated- ♢
Her World
Paring; Dark!Mommy!Wanda x little!reader
Summary: After Wanda lost Pietro and then Vision she can't risk to lose you as well. So, she took you with her to Westview and live her perfect life with you as her little angel, like she always wanted.
Rated- ♤♡
Only Mommy Can See You Like This
Paring; Mommy!Wanda x reader
Summary: Professor Wanda gets jealous of you while teaching class and decides to make you stay after to remind you who you belong to.
Rated- ♢♡
Last updated 02/18/23
#fic rec#tony stark x reader#lady tremaine x reader#evelyn deavor x reader#agatha harkness x reader#lilith ritter x reader#loki x reader#valkyrie x reader#kathryn hahn x reader#bucky x you#lou miller#jake lockley x fem!reader#hela x reader#hela odinsdottir x reader#dark!marvel#rhea ripley x reader#damian priest x reader
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Witchview
Fandom: MCU
Characters/Pairings: Steve Rogers x witch!reader, Agatha Harkness
Word Count: trimmed right down to 1,300 exactly to fit the challenge (see below)
Summary: You wanted out before, but now you were compromised as the bait in your own trap and were becoming desperate for freedom. As he had said famously, the price of freedom was high. Desperation was dangerous. Desperation was fed by hope. Desperation erased the limits of reasonability. You had crossed lines, and you wouldn’t stop now.
Content Warnings: sexual situations (p in v), magic, sorcery, trickery…
Additional Notes: Written for the Friday the 13th challenge hosted by @boxofbonesfic. This one lives in the shadows rather than straight up dark… Another one or two hundred words I may have gotten it darker, but here we are.
A/N 2: Steve returned the stones and came back, because...that's what he did. Literally why would he have done anything else?
Foreheads pressed together, he thrust into you again and again, the yearning engulfing both of you. He held himself over you, leaning on his forearms as if to cage you in, not knowing he was the one moving further into your elaborate trap.
“How can you feel so perfect beneath me?” he asked, reverent as a prayer.
Your heart burned, but you didn’t know what to say – you didn’t want to lie, but you were also unable to form coherent thoughts as you barreled towards your release – and you could not spare any focus elsewhere or risk breaking the spell. So instead, you tilted your head up and sought his lips again for a kiss.
He shifted his hips, hitting your sweet spot, and with a few more strokes, you shuddered and gasped, your orgasm rolling over you. With the clenching of your walls, he reached the peak of his own pleasure right after, and he came with a groan, spilling inside you.
He rolled off and to his side, pulling you into his chest, and you let yourself become wrapped up in him as your breaths mingled together and you came down from your highs.
He smiled then kissed you softly.
When he pulled back again to look at you, you concentrated everything on being in this moment. Nothing could be amiss as his blue eyes discerned almost everything.
“I’m so glad I found you,” he said.
It was you who found him, but he still needed to believe for this scene.
“I love you, Steve Rogers.”
“I love you, too.”
You brought your hand up to thread your fingers through his hair and then cup his cheek tenderly. “Sleep. I’ll see you in the morning.”
He hummed and dropped off, drifting out of consciousness. You spent a few more moments whispering into his ear, planting more sentiments of devotion you needed him to absorb.
You lurched awake, pulling yourself from the dreamscape. It was taxing to project, and your lungs gulped in fresh air.
With your return, the thirteen candles around you had extinguished immediately. You sat up and pressed the heels of your hands to your eyes, furiously wiping away traitorous tears that had appeared, glad for the dimness in the chamber so your companion could not see.
This would soon come to an end. You needed it to be over. You never wanted to be this invested. He was supposed to be a mark, you drawing him in, not the other way around.
And you needed him to come to you.
To Westview.
The town had been your temporary home before the other two witches appeared and shattered it.
The chaos magic that drew Agatha to Westview was something you’d also felt immediately and wanted to flee, but the boundaries set up by Wanda – one of the first elements of the enchantment – meant you were trapped in the anomaly before you could realize you needed to escape.
Unlike the rest of the citizens, you knew.
You didn’t know everything, but your own magic kept you immune from the hypnotic spell. You knew enough to play along, bide your time, figure out what you needed to when you needed to. Agnes-then-Agatha inserted herself, and you observed, gleaned what you could, kept your head down. You let them play things out.
Once Wanda was gone, you wished to be, too.
As Agatha was trapped, you were, too.
The other citizens had been freed from the anomaly and their lives had returned to normal, but Wanda had bound magic folk to this town, inadvertently caging you in as well, unaware of the unrevealed witch in hiding.
As much as you avoided awakening Agatha from her Nosy Neighbor punishment, you came to terms quickly that you would need another witch to unravel the magical cage and escape.
It had been a feat to get her out, but together you had been able to break the restrictions of the runes and use your magic freely again. The runes had been cast hastily and while Wanda was engaged in battle with Agatha, her focus split.
However, she’d been able to create the magical cage to bind witches to the town without any distraction, and it seemed short of the Sorcerer Supreme or the Scarlett Witch herself, you may never be able to break the enchantment and get out.
You and Agatha had determined you would need someone who – despite and in many ways because of his goodness – would make the world burn for those who mattered most to them.
He may have passed on his shield to someone else, but Steve Rogers would never be able to ignore his heart, and the aim was that he would become an unstoppable force on his quest to set you free. The chances of convincing the powers you needed on the outside to come to your aid were nonexistent otherwise.
With care you had crafted the thirteen candles to commune with the soul of another.
Used individually or only in small groups, they were relatively safe. Burning all at once, thirteen communion candles were incredibly powerful and increasingly dangerous the longer they burned, and you were burning them together and nearly to the end of their wicks to achieve an illusion strong enough to enchant the super soldier. Thirteen candles could simulate reality. But they also could attract demons, ghouls, and spirits, requiring you and Agatha to continue working together – her standing watch while you went under.
You knew she was studying you now.
“Remember, he’s a means to an end.”
You turned your head to meet her gaze, unflinching. “It takes a lot to invest in making the illusion real with someone like him.”
She arched her brows. “I’m not judging you if you’re falling for him.”
You sighed. “He’s intoxicating.”
“Don’t get distracted and mess up. I know you don’t care about trapping me here, but if I’m stuck, so are you, which means no reality with Prince Charming.”
“I know.”
“The candles only burn for thirteen hours, and-“
“I know, Agatha!”
You closed your eyes for a moment and took a deep breath.
“I know.”
Agatha sighed, then stepped closer and briefly touched your shoulder. “I know you do.”
This trust between you was only temporary, but it was something for now, and the small gesture helped to rebuild your focus.
You laid back down. “I’m ready.”
“You’re sure?”
“We’re limited on time with him, too.”
One night. You’d projected yourself into his dreams twelve times in one night, creating scenes, memories, a relationship that needed to be undeniable because now you weren’t going to visit him in a dream. For your thirteenth and final visit, you were going to project to him in his waking state, and either succeed or fail.
“Light the candles.”
You closed your eyes and began your own incantation while she repeated hers to ignite the flames and fortify the protection spells.
You stood at the counter, watching the soft morning light begin to illuminate the branches outside the window, waiting for him.
Soon enough, you heard his footsteps coming down the hallway, and then he entered the kitchen behind you. You turned toward him and smiled – it wasn’t forced or fake because that’s just what he elicited from you now. He returned it, but maybe not for much longer.
“Good morning, sweetheart,” he greeted, reaching for you, but his face faltered as his fingers failed to find purchase.
“Sweetheart?”
“It’s not real,” you started. He would believe you either way – you knew that from everything you had studied about him beforehand, and all your manipulations tonight only confirmed that – but what you didn’t know was if that belief would feel betrayed or be driven to devotion.
“What?”
“This isn’t real,” you reiterated, “but it can be.”
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Countdown to Coven of Chaos: Day 292
Agatha: *wearing a gray sweater*
Wanda: “I see we brought out the pastels for today, I didn’t realize it was spring already”
Agatha: “…pastels?”
Y/N: *gestures to the wall of black clothes stuffed in the closet*
Agatha: “Ah yeah”
#being a dark witch has a look#and aggies got it#wandavision#agatha harkness#house of harkness#agatha all along#house of harkness counter#hahndavision#marvel#wanda maximoff#agatha harkness x reader#wanda maximoff x reader#wagatha#wanda x agatha#coven of chaos#coven of chaos counter#incorrect marvel quotes
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dark!pervy!agatha and virgin!r having sex for the first time... and you're scared because the enchanted dildo strapped around her waist is thick and you definitely can't handle it, but she's so needy and her cock aches so much she starts begging to put just the tip in, just to feel you around her. she manages to keep her promise, jerking herself off until she cums in your pussy, the cum leaking out of you turning her on all over again. “god, baby, you should see how beautiful your pussy looks smeared with my cum. imagine how delicious it would be if i fucked it into your womb,” agatha coaxes, rubbing the tip of her cock against your clit. “don't worry, princess. it'll feel good, this cunt is made for me, after all.”
#labeled it dark to be on the safe side#anyway#have this friends as a peace offering#for taking too long on the claire reqs 🤣#agatha harkness x reader#agatha harkness imagine
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hey! lemme just say first that I love your Agatha fics, it's so on character <3 I read your fic the other night and I can't stop thinking about it. Is there part 2 for 'Why are you here'? If there will be, I was thinking if you could put how Reader went to Agatha's house that night and she (Agatha) fulfilled her promise to her by fucking her in different positions until she's overstimulated. and then she breeds her full of her cum just because she's possessive :D
You Came
Pairing: Agatha Harkness x Maximoff!Reader
Word Count: 2238
Warnings: Smut, Legal age gap, Dom!Agatha, Sub!Reader, Enchanted Strap, Cum Strap, Breeding, Degrading, Possessive!Agatha, Blow Jobs, Rough sex, Dark!Agatha at the end, Overstimulation, Dacryphilia, Slight bondage, Squirting, Marking.
Pt 1, Pt 3
A/n: I had enjoyment of writing this. Of course while writing I had the thought of Agatha having darker ulterior motives but like she still wants Reader either way. Just a bit of a motivation to have them.
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The window squeaks as it slides open. You grimace at the noise hoping that no one heard you. The darkness and silence around you leads you to let out a breath that you didn’t know you were holding. You carefully climb out the window, your foot catching on the window seal before you face plant into the ground. Your hands going out trying to catch you but failing miserably. “Son of a bitch.” You groan as you get up and dust yourself off. You’re thankful that after the commotion earlier in the day your mom as she profusely apologized used her magic to heal you. She normally never did that but she felt so guilty for being the one to cause you pain that she made an exception. You know she never meant to hurt you so all was forgiven, but now you're sneaking out to meet up with a woman that your mom despises.
You look around making sure that no one heard you yet again. Sneaking out past the front window. You can see your mom the glow of the tv in the dark room illuminating her sleeping face. You feel bad for sneaking out to meet Agatha but the woman is so enticing. You shake the thoughts away as you make your way next door.
You raise your hand balling it into a fist ready to knock on the door when it swings open. You gasp in surprise at the much older woman standing in front of you wearing nothing but a lace lingerie set. You frantically look back behind you turning your head in multiple directions scared someone will see. Your head whips back to the woman a smirk on her lips as her hand is planted on the edge of the door. “What the fuck do you think your doing?” You whisper scream at Agatha. She grabs the collar of your shirt, balling her fist there and pulls you in, shutting the door behind you before pressing you against it. Her hand snaking around your neck and squeezing. “Who do you think you're talking to like that little girl? Hmm did your mother never teach you manners? Don’t worry bunny, I'll teach you.” You can’t help the whimper that slips past your lips.
Agatha licks her lips. Your wide eyed innocent look is driving her insane. She can’t wait to destroy you. She pushes you down to the ground hard. Your knee’s connecting with the hardwood floors causing you to whimper from the pain. Sure that you will have bruises there later. You look up to the woman confusion crossing your face as a sinister grin spreads across her. Purple swirls around the both of you before a strap appears around her hips slapping you in the face. Your clothes are also gone in an instant. You blush a deep red trying to cover your body but Agatha has no part of that. Your hands are instantly bound behind your back purple magic wrapped around them tightly.
Arousal starts to coat your thighs as Agatha takes her strap in her hand, jerking it a bit and moaning before slapping it against your cheek a few times. “I want you to suck my cock. Put that dirty mouth to good use.” You open your mouth to talk back but instead Agatha shoves her strap down your throat causing you to gag. When she moans it that is when you realize that the strap is enchanted. You can feel it pulsing in your throat as you look up at the woman with tears in your eyes.
Agatha’s hand cups your cheek wiping away the tears that fall. “So pretty when you cry.” She thrust the strap in and out of your throat. Her hand moving from your cheek up to your hair. Gripping harshly and pulling you all the way down on her cock. Your gags fill the room as more tears fall down your face. She leaves you there for what seems like forever before pulling you off. You cough, catching your breath. But she only gives you a short amount of time before she is back to fucking your throat with her strap. The only sounds in the room are of your gags and her moans. “Fuck if your throat feels like this I can’t wait to fuck your pussy.” She groans her hips already become more erratic the longer she thrust.
Arousal drips out of you, your thighs coated as it slowly drips to the floor. Your mind is already turning to mush as the woman uses you. Her hips are jerking and you think she is about to cum but then her hips come to a stop. Pulling you off of her and pulling you up by your hair. You whimper as your scalp stings her grip tight. You’re soon face to face with the woman but not for long. She waves the restraints away and pushes you back against the door. Her hands moving to the back of your thighs signaling for you to jump. You do as she wants she catches you as you wrap your legs around her waist and she pushes you further into the door. Your chest slightly heaving as your still trying to catch your breath from the brutal throat fucking.
“God, you're already dripping all over me. Are you so much of a whore that fucking your throat gets you off?” Agatha’s words are condescending. “I-” She cuts you off as she thrust her strap into your waiting hole. You let out a loud moan as she sheaths herself in you. “Mmm fuck.” You groan, your head falling back on the door. She starts a hard and face pace pounding into you. Your mind goes blank as the only thoughts in your head are of her. Her name is already falling from your lips like a chant.
You hate how embarrassingly fast she is building you up. Perfectly angeling her hips hitting that spot deep inside you as her fingers dig into your hips. Her lips move to meet your neck leaving her mark behind as she pounds into you. You know you will be covered by the end of this. Nipping and sucking along her neck and chest. “Please.” You whimper out the only word your brain can form. “Please what bunny?” She smirks against your skin. She knows exactly what you want but why not toy with you a little more.
You struggle to find the words. Her hips jackhammering into you erratically and you can tell she is just as close as you are with your walls clamping around her tightly. “Pl-please wanna cum.” You have more tears in your eyes. You try and look down at the woman begging with your tear stained face. Your arms wrapped around her back as your nails dig in leaving angry red lines in their wake.
“Cum with me.” Agatha pecks your lips. With a few more thrust her hips stutter and you can feel a warm sticky fluid filling you up. You cry out as it triggers your own orgasm. Coating her strap in your juices as she continues to fuck into you. But she doesn’t stop there she continues to pound into you intent on keeping her promise to show you just how much she can make you cum. “Oh fuck!” You gasp. Her hips continue to drill into you faster if that was even possible.
Agatha kissing your neck and mumbling against your skin. “This pretty little pussy is mine. No one can have you. No one can touch you, not even you. You understand me, little girl?” She grunts with every thrust. You shake your head, pleasure clouding your mind as your second orgasm nears. “I’m going to fill this pussy over and over again. All mine.” She is like an animal claiming her prey as she bites down hard on your neck. You cry out in a mix of pleasure and pain. Your orgasm unexpectedly washing over you as you cum again all over her strap. Your body arching, pressing your chest against hers as your legs shake around her waist. If she wasn’t holding you against the door you know you would be on the floor. She moans, feeling you cum again following soon after. “Mine. My little breeding bitch.” Her fingers dug in more.
You expect Agatha to slow down but she doesn’t. She continues her pace. You’ve lost count of how many orgasms you have had. Your neck and chest marked with reddish purple marks, bruises forming on your hips and thighs and she relentlessly fucks you. Your cheeks are tear stained and you’ve become a drooling whimpering mess. She fills you up again but this time when you’ve come down her hips still leaning her forehead against your shoulder. Both of you panting heavily and bodies glistening with sweat. You have no idea how she is still holding you up like this but you're too dumbed down to really care.
When your breathing finally evens out a bit she shifts causing you to whimper. You're so overstimulated as the strap still buried inside of you moves. “Too much.” More tears stream down your face. But you can see a flicker of desire and that primal need to fill you once again.
Agatha carries you over to the back of the couch. Her strap slips out, making you whimper more. She places you down and your legs would have given out if it weren’t for her hold on your waist. She quickly turns you around pushing your upper body over the back of the couch. “No more.” You whimper out. “Come on, bunny, just one more for me. I need to make sure you're full of me.” Her fingers trace your red puffy pussy all of your combined juices leaking out down your legs. You squirm at her actions. Your body is telling you no but your mind is begging for more. Just like she knew you would. “Okay.” Your weak voice comes out.
That is all Agatha needs to shove her strap back into your hole. Still somehow so tight even after all the orgasms she has pulled out of you. She pulls your hands behind your back holding onto your wrist using them as leverage to pound into you. You’re both so sensitive that your orgasms are building quickly. She leans over still rutting into you and whispers in your ear. “What would mommy dearest think seeing her little girl getting fucked into oblivion but her enemy. What if I get you pregnant with my child? Poor mommy would be so mad, wouldn’t she?” Your mind reels at her words you love your mom more than anything and would never want to do anything to hurt her. But in this moment you feel so good and fucked out that all you can do is nod.
Agatha darkly chuckles as she stands back up her hips already jerking as she comes close to filling you up again. If her spell works right you will be pregnant with her child by the end of the night. She will get her revenge on Wanda and destroy her perfect little family. Smirking at the thought of how your mother will react when she finds out you're pregnant and when she finds out just who the other parent is. Her thrust becomes rougher and digging her nails into the skin of your wrist. Her plan unfolding perfectly with as she fucks into you. So pretty and perfect the perfect puzzle piece to her plan. But even after this she thinks she will keep you. You're too perfect and pliable to let go to waist on some stupid girl.
Agatha’s free hand reaches under your body, snaking her fingers down to your swollen clit. Pressing into it hard and pinching. You cry out form her actions but you push back none the less, helping to fuck yourself back on her strap. The pleasure is borderline painful as you become way too overstimulated. You can’t hold out much longer as Agatha toys with your clit pounding into your soaked pussy. A mix of whimpers and moans leaving your lips as grunts leave Agatha’s.
All at once your body shakes under her. Your walls are squeezing her strap tight as you cum hard. Squirting everywhere making a mess of yourself and Agatha. She moans as your cum squirts out of you, vigorously pounding into you and circling your clit until she is emptying her load into you. Black spots start to invade your vision as Agatha rides you both through your highs. Soon the spots expand and your vision goes black and your body goes limp under her. Agatha slows to a stop before pulling out of your still spasming hole. Taking a minute to admire the cum leaking out of your gaping hole.
Agatha picks up your limp body moving around the couch and laying you down. With a flick of her wrist you're cleaned up and so is she. She leaves your form naked admiring her handy work. She leans down next to your sleeping body. Placing her hand gently on your stomach, magic flowing through her fingers. She smiles when she feels it. Her plan worked. You’re pregnant with her child. She leans down kissing your head as her thumb rubs gently over your stomach. You’re now hers forever.
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make me behave//like an animal
Ship: Agatha Harkness x Reader
Summary: Agatha comes home after a long day, looking for a release.
Word Count: 7.3k
Disclaimer: 18+ ONLY minors dni
Warnings (not in order): smut, a little fluff, degradation, praise, choking, spanking, magical strap-on use, heavy use of pet names (bunny, little one, little love, etc.), heavy use of slut/whore, spitting, collars, vibrating butt plug, unrealistic fisting, mommy kink, mistress kink, pet play, bondage, mouth fucking, oral sex (Agatha receiving)
Agatha comes home in a dark mood, her anger and frustration immediately alerting you that something is wrong.
“Long day?” You ask from the kitchen counter, where you’re preparing a cup of tea.
“You don't even know the half of it.” Agatha mutters darkly.
You pick up the teabag by its string and shake it gently to get off the excess liquid before tossing it into the garbage.
“Is there any way I can help?” You ask, well knowing what you’re offering.
Agatha sweeps her eyes over you, her face still stormy. “Strip.” She commands.
You bite your lip as you slowly set down the mug you had been about to take a sip from, bringing your hands to the hem of your shirt.
“Now, slut.”
You sharply inhale at the name as you pull your shirt off, dropping it to the floor as you quickly unbutton your pants.
Evidently, it isn't fast enough for Agatha, because her hand finds its way around your throat.
“You can't even follow simple instructions, can you?” She demands.
The lack of oxygen is making your head spin in an entirely pleasant way and you can't help the moan that makes its way out of you.
“Look at you, such a dumb little whore. I should have known better than to ask so much of you.” Agatha tsks, her unoccupied hand snaking its way behind your back in order to unclasp your bra.
“Atha.” You whine.
You realize your mistake as soon as Agatha's face darkens.
“What did you just call me?” Her voice is dangerously low and it sends a throb of arousal straight through you.
She clearly wants an answer as she steps back, allowing you to breathe properly.
“I’m sorry.” You whimper. “I'm sorry mommy. I didn't mean to.”
It's not the answer she's looking for.
“I think you did.” She says, tight anger lacing her voice. “And here I thought you wanted to be my good girl.”
“I do! I promise! I'm your good girl, mommy!” You cry out, desperate to avoid whatever punishment she has decided is fitting.
Agatha slowly shakes her head, her eyes focused on you.
“No, no! Please, mommy! I just want to make you feel good, I just want to be your good girl! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. I swear!”
“That's all you want? To make your mommy feel good?” She inquires softly, her face unreadable.
You nod eagerly.
“Very well. But not in here.” Agatha decides, and you can't help the sense of relief that floods through you. “We'll do this on the couch.”
You move to follow her when she turns around and raises an eyebrow.
“Is that how good pets are supposed to walk?”
Realizing you've made yet another mistake in your eagerness to please, you violently shake your head and drop to your knees.
There's a moment of stillness before Agatha snaps.
“Well? You don't seem so desperate to apologize as you were just a few seconds ago.”
Your eyes are cast downwards, and you swallow hard.
“I forgot.”
“You forgot to say you're sorry?” Agatha asks, eyebrow raised.
“No. I forgot that good pets crawl.” Your voice is barely above a whisper, and you can feel yourself on the verge of tears. “Sorry isn't enough.”
There's a pause, and then you let out a yell when Agatha's fingers harshly twist into your hair, yanking your head viciously upwards.
“You're right.” She hisses. “Sorry isn't enough.”
Her other hand comes up to your face, the palm of it coming to rest right below your chin as her fingers squeeze your cheeks in a painful manner.
“Stick out your tongue.”
You comply, and you watch with wide eyes and growing arousal as Agatha spits onto it.
You can feel it, an almost burning sensation where it rests on your tongue.
“Keep it there.” Agatha orders as she detangles her fingers from your hair and drops her hold of your face.
She flicks a hand and you shiver at how you're suddenly fully exposed to the cool house air.
You watch as she walks around you, and you can't help the whimper that finds its way out from you as you hear ceramic and granite clink against each other.
Agatha's drinking the tea you've made, and knowing her, she'll purposely take a good long while.
Which means you'll have to stay here, kneeling on the hard kitchen tiles, entirely naked with your tongue sticking out for who knows how long.
You feel a shot of fear go through you when you realize it's a distinct possibility that by the time Agatha decides she's finished, the spit that's soaking your tongue will have dried out.
You must've let out another whimper, because the next thing you know, Agatha's boots are filling the space of floor you had been staring at.
“Is something wrong?”
Her tone is cold, and you feel a shiver go down your spine as you realize she's setting you up to fail. She wants to punish you.
She doesn't care if you're trying to be her good girl, because it simply won't be enough. Not at this moment. Not when she's looking to take her frustrations out on you in a way you hadn't anticipated when you offered to help her relieve some steam.
You look up to meet her eyes, noting how wide her pupils are blown.
You make a decision.
You swallow her spit.
You can see the way Agatha stills, can sense that you've surprised her with your sudden bratty behavior.
It's very rare that you act up like this.
“I want you to think very carefully.” Though Agatha's tone hasn't shifted, her voice sounds rougher. “You have one chance, one opportunity to apologize, to make this up to me.”
“And if I don't?” You defiantly ask.
“Stand up.” Agatha softly commands, a dangerous edge to her words.
You stand.
“Turn around and bend over the counter.”
You open your mouth to ask if perhaps she'd like to do that for you instead, when you’re suddenly reeling backward, your head ringing from the force of her slap.
“Counter. Bend over. Now.” Agatha bites out.
You comply, shivering as your nipples and chest is pressed against the cool surface of the counter.
“I come home from an awful day.” Her voice fills up the kitchen, anger dripping from every word. “And you offer to make it better.”
You let out a gasp when her hand smacks your ass hard.
“But instead, what do you choose to do?”
Another angry smack.
“You choose to be a fucking brat.”
You let out a cry when she directly slaps your throbbing cunt, your knees buckling slightly from the force of it, pain mixing with pleasure.
“Spread your legs.”
When it takes a second too long for you to understand what Agatha is saying through the fog that is steadily seeping into your mind, she roughly does it for you, harshly digging her nails into the soft skin of your thighs in order to do so.
“Look at how wet you are, getting off on being such a bad girl, being disrespectful, and disobeying mommy.”
A moan catches itself halfway out your mouth as Agatha brutally shoves two fingers into you, pumping them in and out harshly once, twice, three, four times before stilling them while they're buried deep into your dripping hole.
“Squeeze.”
You don't even realize you're obeying her instruction as you do so, your mind growing fuzzier and fuzzier.
You let out a pained gasp when Agatha pulls her fingers out, your pussy still clenched hard around them.
You hear Agatha hum, causing you to whimper, knowing she must be sucking your essence off of her fingers.
“You taste so fucking good. It's a pity you chose to misbehave, I would have loved to bury my tongue in that tight little cunt of yours.” Agatha comments.
You inhale sharply at the thought, starting to regret your bratty antics.
“Yes, you should have thought twice before acting up, but evidently it was too much to expect such a dumb little thing like yourself to know better.” Agatha says, having heard you take in a breath. “Clearly, you can't be trusted to even think for yourself, you're obviously too much of a stupid slut to be.”
A soft whine leaves you as you can feel Agatha's presence invade your headspace, furthering the fuzziness that had started to cloud your thoughts.
“There, isn't that better?” Agatha asks. “Letting mommy do all the thinking for you?”
You nod as you feel your eyes glazing over, struggling to grasp at words that now float on the edge of your consciousness.
“I need to hear you say it, bunny.” Agatha chides, her tone dangerously soft.
Arousal at the sound of her voice throbs through you.
“Y-yes.” Your voice hitches, it's a struggle to get out the single word and you shiver as you feel Agatha's fingers dance across your backside.
“Yes, what slut?”
You whine. Words are far too difficult to wrangle even within your own head right now, and Agatha knows that, she's the reason for it.
“Yes, what slut?”
She sharply smacks you again, and it leaves you feeling even more lightheaded and dizzy.
“Yes mommy, it's much better when you do the thinking for me.” You somehow manage to gasp out.
“That's what I thought. Dumb whore.”
Agatha's hand returns to your backside, this time to gently rub at the irritated skin.
You press your head further into your arms that are still folded against the countertop.
“Please punish me.” You beg, unable to take the way Agatha is causing your guilt for disobeying to skyrocket. “I just want to be your good girl again.”
Agatha stills her hand against you.
“Say that again.” She orders.
“Please, please mommy.” You feel something wet against your arms and realize you've started crying. “Please punish me. I want to be punished, I need to be punished so I can be your good girl again. I wanna be your good girl, wanna make mommy proud and feel good.” You babble, words that had just been so hard moments ago now freely flowing as you admit to needing correcting, longing for it even. You hate it when your mommy is upset at you. “Just wanna be good.” You sob.
“Oh, bunny.” Agatha sighs. “You are good, but sometimes you do bad things, and then mommy has to punish you so you know better. You have to make things up to me, otherwise, how will I know if you're sorry? That you'll stay good? Mommy doesn't like making her little bunny cry, but sometimes you don't leave her a choice.” Gentle arms tug at you, bringing you up from where you're bent over the counter and turning you around.
You stumble into Agatha's front, hands covering your face as you quietly cry into her.
“I'm sorry, I don't mean to.”
“Usually I'd be inclined to believe that.” Agatha says as she soothes a hand over your back. “But that wasn't the case just now, was it now, little one?”
You shake your head against her.
Agatha sighs as her hand moves up to gently card at your hair.
“I suppose you can't be fully to blame. It was unfair of me to come in and take my anger and frustration out on you, when it's not you who I'm displeased with.”
“Just wanted to make you feel better.” You agree, your tears slowly drying up as Agatha presses a soft kiss against the top of your head.
“How about I make it up to you? Hm? A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for mommy to make you feel good after acting up, what do you say my love?”
Agatha's offer draws your attention back to just how turned on you are, how wetness practically drips from your aching, empty cunt, and a sudden longing to be filled by your mommy floods you.
“Please make me feel good. I'm sorry for disobeying mommy.” You plead, pulling back just enough to be able to meet her eyes.
Agatha's hand is gentle as it comes up to cradle your cheek, her thumb swiping at a stray tear. “I know you are, bunny.”
You turn your head in order to nuzzle Agatha's palm and press a soft kiss into it.
“I'm sorry I couldn't help make you feel better the way you wanted.” You whisper.
Out of the corner of your eye you see the way Agatha's face suddenly turns guilty. “That’s not something to be sorry for little love.” She says. “I never want to feel better about something as a result of treating you poorly.”
You look at her, blinking. “I would have safe worded if I really thought I couldn't take it.”
Agatha stares at you.
“I would've.” You mumble.
“Would you?” Her voice is small, and it's such a drastic change to how she sounded mere moments ago.
You nod. “I… Probably enjoyed the way you were treating me a little too much.” You can feel your cheeks flush. “I guess it's just… Overwhelming. You haven't- I haven't-” You take a deep breath, steadying yourself. Your mind still feels fuzzy around the edges, the lure of subspace strong. “We haven't exactly done something like this before.”
“Oh.” Agatha's eyes are slightly rounded, shocked. “What about it did you like?”
If your cheeks weren't red before, they definitely were now.
“It was the… It's the disregard.” You bury your face back into Agatha's front, this time from embarrassment.
“Disregard?”
“I like being used.” You clarify. “Wanna just be your fuck toy.”
Agatha sucks in a breath, causing her chest to heave against you as she releases it.
“Mommy likes that?” You ask as the sensations of subspace come flooding back, giving in to the desire to be in that floaty headspace, pulling back once more so you can look at your partner.
“Mommy likes that very much.” Agatha rasps, a dark gleam in her eye.
You shiver.
“Please use me mommy.” You beg. “Just wanna be a good fuck toy for you. Just another plaything to use.”
“That's a big word for my little bunny.” Agatha notes.
You blink at her. “Mommy uses that word all the time.”
And Agatha throws back her head and laughs at that, the last of the tension between the two of you draining away.
“So I do, little one. Come, let's get you all comfortable so mommy can use you.” She gestures for you to move back, but you remember earlier and give her a big smile as you drop to your knees in order to get on all fours, wiggling your ass a little, proud of yourself for remembering how to be a good pet.
“Someone's missing her cute little tail in her cute little hole.” Agatha says with a soft smile.
You can feel yourself clench around air at the statement, can practically feel the exact plug your mommy is describing, how it fills you up so well, how good it feels when she also fills up your other hole with one of her strap-ons.
You gently bump your nose against her leg. “Can I please wear it?”
Agatha looks down at you for a few long moments before nodding. “Yes, I think you can. You also may wear it.”
You're too happy at the prospect of your request being granted to be annoyed about Agatha correcting your grammar.
“Thank you, mommy! You're the best.” You declare.
Something flickers in her eyes, her soft smile briefly disappearing before returning to her face. “Only the best for mommy's good little bunny.”
You beam up at her, and she melts, just a little bit.
“Let's get to our bed, hm? I bet you're just dripping at the thought of mommy using you little one.”
You whine in agreement, following Agatha like the good pet she's come to expect.
“First,” she says once you're sitting on your knees on the bed. “I think you're missing something around that pretty neck of yours.”
You're overcome by a wave of lightheadedness as Agatha dangles your collar from her fingertips.
It's a pretty purple and black thing, a gold front piece that hangs the tag that reads Property of Agatha Harkness on it, where your mommy will sometimes clip a leash to.
You hold still as Agatha puts it on you, tapping at her arm when she attempts to close it one hole too tight.
“Is this better?” Her breath ghosts the shell of your ear, causing you to shiver.
“Yes mommy, much.”
Agatha hooks two fingers under it and tugs experimentally, jerking your head back slightly in the process.
“Alright bunny, be a good little pet for mommy and lay on your tummy so we can get that tail of yours into you.”
You eagerly comply, slightly pushing your ass into the air, as if to tempt Agatha to do more than insert a plug into you.
“Greedy little thing, aren't you.” Agatha comments as you hear the snap of a bottle cap being opened.
“Only for you, mommy.” You reply seriously.
Agatha laughs softly. “Only for me? Are you all mine then?”
Her fingers suddenly are on you, teasing your hole, the liquid on her fingers causing you to flinch a little from how cold it is.
“Mhm.” You hum, struggling once more to find your words. “All mommy's.”
You bite your lip as you feel her fingers retract, holding back the whine that threatened to come out at the loss.
Agatha pushes the plug into you.
Your mouth falls open as you moan loudly while she holds it at the biggest part, stretching you out, a pleasurable burn sweeping through you.
“You look so cute like this bunny, your littlest hole being all stretched out for mommy's amusement. Maybe instead of plugging your greedy hole up, I should fuck it instead, hm?”
You aren't certain what noise you make, just aware that you're suddenly being flipped over with Agatha's blazing eyes meeting yours as you feel the plug sink all the way into you.
You don't think when she presses three of her fingers against your mouth, gladly taking them in, licking and sucking at the blackened digits.
And then she thrusts them, hitting the back of your throat, and it causes you to convulse around them, making you gag hard.
Your hands come up, attempting to wrap around Agatha's wrist and force it back, but she only laughs, a dark sound, as she flicks her unoccupied hand, forcing your own to jump at her accord above your head, bound in purple light.
“Awww… Pretty baby only wants to be used when it's her pretty pussy getting stuffed?” Agatha mocks you patronizingly, fake pouting as you struggle to take in oxygen.
You can feel your eyes tearing as she continues to pull back just enough to give you slight relief before thrusting them in deeper again.
“Too bad little one, you're going to take whatever I give you. Stupid slut didn't think that this would be about her pleasure, did she? When she offered to help her mommy out? Silly bunny. I thought you wanted to be my plaything.”
You somehow manage to whine around the digits that are still gagging you, your eyes rolling into the back of your head and it's like flicking a switch inside of Agatha, she immediately starts thrusting more viciously into your mouth.
You're dizzy from lack of oxygen, and your thoughts have long turned into the same incoherent sounds your mouth is making.
You lose track of the time you lay there on the bed, mouth stretched wide around Agatha's fingers, lost in a haze as degrading praise falls from her lips, utterly focused on the way her digits feel, thrusting in and out, in and out. You begin to get lost in its steady, if fast pace rhythm, head entirely empty as your thoughts are swallowed into the fog of sensations before you could even be aware of trying to think them.
You don't even notice at first when she finally pulls her fingers all the way out of your mouth, aren't even conscious about how loudly you're whining, begging for her to shove them back into you.
“You're so pretty like this.” Agatha says, slipping off the bed. You lazily track her across the room as you pant, only just now realizing that this entire time Agatha was still fully dressed as she unlaces her boots and pulls her shirt off. “So fucked out from mommy only using your mouth, so desperate for anything I'll give you. I'll bet you’re so focused on mommy's fingers you've completely forgotten about that little tail of yours, haven't you?”
Agatha flicks a hand.
The plug buried deep in your ass suddenly starts vibrating, causing your eyes to screw shut as you let out a series of loud moans. You start bucking your hips upwards, attempting to hump the air, chasing friction that you know won't be granted to you.
“Keep that slutty mouth open for me.” Agatha's voice cuts through the intense fog of nothingness that clouds your mind. Not even thinking, you obey, and moan when wet fabric meets your tongue.
“You like tasting how wet you make mommy, I know. You're going to be a good little pet and keep that there until your mistress says otherwise.”
The word mistress echoes around your head. Agatha rarely uses the term, vastly preferring her usual title of mommy, unless making a point, normally one of ownership.
She owns you entirely, a fact you sometimes forget and you feel lucky she takes the effort to remind you.
You force your eyes open, wanting to convey you understood what Agatha was telling you, and are met by the mouthwatering temptation her body is.
“Does my slutty little bunny want to touch her mommy?” Agatha coos, condescending as she sees the way your eyes roam over her.
You whimper, knowing that you won't be allowed, no matter how badly you wish to make your mommy scream your name as she allows you to bring her to ecstasy.
“You know, mommy isn't always mean.” Agatha fake pouts, mocking. “I'll let you touch.”
A thrill of excitement goes through you before it's immediately overtaken by desperation as purple magic glows around your lower body, fading away to reveal a strap-on, thick and dark blue.
“What's the matter, I thought you were my cockwhore?” Agatha teases, purposely misusing the term. “Don't you want to feel it as mommy stretches herself around you, bouncing on your pretty dick?”
You moan around the wet panties that are in your mouth, your hips bucking.
“I'll take that as a yes.” Agatha grins wickedly as she forces your body to stay still, strong hands gripping your thighs as she moves to straddle you. “Maybe if you make me cum, I'll consider taking that gag out of your mouth and riding your face.”
There's a brief moment of silence before you groan in unison with Agatha as she slowly sinks down onto your length, her magic enabling you to feel how warm and tight she is around you.
It isn't very difficult to admit how beautiful your mommy looks with her pussy stretched around you, head thrown back as she attempts to breathe through the initial sensation of being so full, the exposed column of her throat so cruelly tempting.
You feel your eyes roll around in your head, and your hips, having been freed of Agatha's grip, buck upwards into her, causing her to moan loudly as the rest of the synthetic cock is forced into her.
“Be a good girl and stay still, you fucking slut.” Agatha breathlessly orders, a hand coming to wrap its way around your throat, pressing your collar forcefully against your neck in the process.
And you do try so very hard to listen, but the utterly overwhelming pleasure that shoots through you as Agatha steadily starts bouncing up and down on you makes it impossible to not squirm or move in some capacity. You're not thinking, not anymore, not with this entirely pleasurable fog filling your head. You move on instinct, carnal desire and pleasure overtaking everything else, so much so that you don't even think twice about how vigorously Agatha starts to match your rhythm as you thrust upwards into her, lost to the sensations flooding your body. It feels beyond good the way utter pleasure pulses through you, how warm and tight and stimulating Agatha's dripping cunt feels wrapped around you, how it starts to clench as she nears orgasm, and your entire body tries to leave the ground, your back arching almost painfully upwards, thrusting your hips harshly and suddenly as your head remains thrown back in ecstasy, eyes screwed shut. You're right there, right on the verge, can feel how release is just another second away and Agatha moves back up in order to slam back down onto you when–
Your eyes fly open, a loud noise of protest leaving you as you watch Agatha purposefully stills, slowly sinking back down in order to deny you orgasm, her eyes slightly glazed over as her chest heaves so temptingly as she catches her breath.
What takes away yours is the smirk that stretches across her face, somehow managing to look condescending even when Agatha looks entirely blissed out.
“Awww…” She coos a bit breathlessly as she reaches a hand out to remove her panties that she had stuffed into your mouth. “Is my little bunny upset that mommy helped her not to cum without permission? Silly girl, if you had only controlled yourself mommy would have came herself and rewarded you for helping her. Instead she now has to punish you.”
You whine, but it's not out of fear, not when Agatha is looking at you with that fond look in her eyes.
“Thank you, mommy.” Your voice is hoarse, and you swear you can see how Agatha's blue, blue eyes darken as her pupils dilate significantly.
“You're not really a bad girl, are you? Just a sweet thing that's sometimes too dumb not to break a few rules.” Agatha says.
“I'm a good girl.” You agree.
“Well, since you're my good girl, I suppose I can give you a choice of punishment.” Agatha smiles, a sharp thing that tells you there's little choice in the decision she's going to allow you to make, how she's thinking of the pleasure she'll receive from punishing you. “I can edge you until you pass out.” She leans down, so her lips gently brush against your ear. “Or I can turn you over my lap and spank you until you've dripped a puddle onto the floor.”
You shiver at how soft and low her voice is, gently closing your eyes as you try to think, a task more difficult than it should be.
A few brief moments of silence pass before you give up and impulsively blurt out, “spanking. I want to be spanked please, mommy.”
“That wasn't so hard to pick, now was it, my cute little slut?” Agatha purrs, making your head swirl with how lightheaded her tone makes you feel.
She moves, shifting herself off of you and sitting at the edge of the bed, flicking her hand to release you of the magical bonds that kept your hands above your head.
“Come here and lay across mommy's lap.” She orders.
You carefully shuffle yourself to her, doing as instructed so that your bottom half is draped across her.
Agatha gently tugs on the plug still buried deep in your ass, and in doing so causes you to realize that at some point she had turned it off.
“What do you think, bunny? Should I keep this cute tail of yours in you, or would you rather it come out for your punishment?” Agatha teases, tugging at it with more strength before letting it sink back in.
You whimper. “Keep it in, mommy. Please. Feels good.”
She hums in response. “Ready for mommy to start?”
You nod your head, heart starting to race in anticipation of the first blow.
“Count for me.” Is all the warning you get before Agatha smacks your ass, hard.
“One.” You gasp out, the stinging pain flowing through you. “Thank you, mommy.”
Agatha doesn't bother to soothe over the afflicted area, barely waiting a few seconds between your words and the next blow.
“Two.” Your voice catches. “T-thank you, mommy.” You wonder how long it'll take before you're a moaning, squirming mess, given how hard Agatha is hitting you.
“I wish I didn't have to punish you so often, slut.” Agatha comments between the sounds of your counting and thanking her as she rains the blows down. “As much as mommy likes seeing you a crying, begging mess, she'd much rather have you on your knees serving her like a good little pet.”
You whimper at her words, and she continues to spank you roughly.
It goes on like that for a bit, her smacking you and you thanking her as you count when you suddenly let out a small scream when she spanks you particularly hard unexpectedly.
“Aren't you going to thank me?” Her voice is hard, angry at your silence as you brace yourself for the next hit.
“T-twen-twenty.” You force yourself to say. “Than-thank you.”
“Thank you, who, brat?” Agatha hisses.
“Tha-thank you, mom-mommy.” You start crying, a release of emotion that you hadn't been aware of welling up and overflowing. “Thank-thank you for correcting your st-stupid sl-slutty bunny.”
“I'd call you a good girl if you weren't currently being punished for being so bad.” Agatha says, and you cry some more at that.
“I'm sorry mommy for being bad, I'm sorry for being a bad bratty bunny trying to cum without permission, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.”
You let out a little louder scream than the last when Agatha's hand sharply meets the sensitive flesh of your backside.
“Twe-twenty-one.” You're sobbing now, tears streaming down your cheeks earnestly. “Thank yo-you, mommy.”
Agatha doesn't acknowledge your words this time, simply opting to continue in your punishment.
You lose track of what you're saying at some point around the thirty-fourth spank, pleasure starting to outweigh the pain, causing you to feel utterly alight.
Moans mix with your sobs, and eventually Agatha must have decided she's abused your ass enough because she then smacks your aching cunt directly.
You scream.
It's the exact friction your body has been craving and you cum all over your mommy's lap, can hear how your essence drips down and splashes against the hardwood flooring.
And yet still, you count, uttering thanks to Agatha for taking the time to make sure you know how to be nothing but a good pet for her, and she groans, loudly and full of lust.
“Oh little one, you have no idea how beautiful you are like this.” She says as you rut against thin air, squirming in her lap as the last of the aftershocks pass through you. “Such a good girl for remembering to count like that, to tell mommy how thankful you are.”
You're still seeing stars in your vision, your head entirely floating on cloud nine, full of fluff and air as you ask, “mommy won't punish her toy for cumming without permission?”
You can feel how Agatha shifts a little beneath you at the question, can feel the way the muscles flex as she arches her head back and then forward again.
“No, little one, not right now. Mommy just wants her pretty toy to eat her out like the good pet she knows you are.” Her voice is slightly strained, and you realize that Agatha is more affected from watching you cum from being spanked than you thought.
You can hear how heavily she's breathing as she waits, giving you a little time to regain control of your limbs as a wave of tired content crashes over you.
“‘M ready now.” You mumble, forcing your eyes open as you slip off of Agatha's lap, wincing as you kneel, your heels digging into your sore backside. The wetness against your knees from the puddle of cum you ignore, looking up at Agatha pleadingly. “Wanna make mistress feel good.” You let slip Agatha's rarely used title, longing to feel owned entirely as you gaze up at her prettily flushed face, her eyes nearly all black from how aroused she is, lips parted slightly as she gazes down at you.
“Mommy owns you, doesn't she? You're just a plaything all for my use.” Her voice is low, and it causes your pussy to throb. “Mistress loves using her cute little toy however she wishes, how lucky I am that I have such a willing one, so easy to break in.”
“Please mistress, let me be a good girl for you.” You beg, gently laying a hand on each thigh. “I want to make you feel good.”
Agatha's lips turn upwards in an indulging smile as she slowly spreads her legs, exposing her soaked center.
“That shouldn't be too hard, little one. Look at how wet you've made your mommy already.”
Your mouth waters at the sight, a breathless moan leaving you as you fixate on Agatha's dripping cunt.
“Go on, bunny. I can see how much you want to.” Agatha encourages, a hand tangling in your hair, guiding you forward.
You don't need further invitation than that, eagerly diving in, pressing your nose flush against her clit as you delve your tongue deep into her, not bothering to be gentle about it.
Agatha jerks forward when you do, a loud whimper leaving her as you eat her out.
“Fuck- right there, right ther- don't stop.”
Your hands prevent her thighs from closing in, you can feel the way they strain against your hold, which only encourages you more, determined to hear Agatha make all of the prettiest sounds you've ever heard.
If you could live the rest of your life like this, situated between Agatha's thighs and drinking in the very taste of her, you would. It's an enticing thought, to imagine bringing her constant pleasure, to make her pull at your hair and buck her hips further into your mouth while breathless noises spill out from within her.
It doesn't take long for Agatha to cum, her legs closing around you, and you happily suffocate as you continue to lick and suck at her now sopping wet pussy, easily pushing her over the edge a second time, not giving her a moment to recover from the first. Her hand remains tangled in your hair, keeping you in place as she uses your face to ride out the aftershocks, moaning as she does so.
“Mommy.” You whisper against her. “I want to make you cum again.”
She doesn't hear it, not with how quietly you expressed your desire, not with how your words are muffled against her, but you can hear the whimper she lets out as the vibration of your voice makes her clit throb.
You take it as permission, gently taking the little bud between your lips and sucking, flicking your tongue every so often against it.
Agatha nearly screams as a third wave crashes over her, you can hear it in her loud inhale, how there's a moment of loud sound before her body shakes and goes rigid, and you can't help but feel pleased with yourself that you've managed to make her cum so hard, even as she violently jerks your head away from her, her grip on your hair becoming painful enough your eyes can't help but water.
“Did I do good?” You ask once you see Agatha's somewhat caught her breath, though her chest still heaves so invitingly.
“You did very good, bunny.” Her voice is rough and slightly breathless, her eyes still closed as she wills for her limbs to stop shaking. “Such a good girl.”
Her hand loosens from its place tangled in your hair which allows you to rest your head on her thigh, getting the wetness that coats the bottom half of your face onto her skin.
“You're making a mess.” Humor colors Agatha's tone, and you smile up at her.
“I can always clean it.”
A hand comes down to tenderly play with your hair, and you sigh contently, closing your eyes and focusing on the sensation.
You stay like that for a while, gently breathing as you focus on matching your breaths with Agatha's, who starts softly humming.
“Mommy?” You ask after some time. “Can you make me cum again?”
The humming stops, and her hand stills against your head. “I really should punish you for earlier…”
You stay quiet, hoping Agatha will decide to be nice.
“How about this, little one. Mommy will start on a bath for us, and you'll have the time while it's filling up to get off on her fingers.”
Your head shoots up at the offer. “Yes, please!”
Agatha smiles indulging at you. “Alright then bunny. Get onto the bed and wait, I'll be right back.”
You go to do as she instructs, when she stops you by putting a hand on your arm, giving you a quick kiss against your forehead before standing up herself.
“One minute.” She promises.
You settle comfortably against the pillows as you hear the thundering sound of the tub being turned on.
You close your eyes and allow your hands to wander while you wait, cupping your tits before teasing your nipples, light whimpers falling from your mouth as you make yourself all sensitive, your pussy starting to throb with an aching need as you rekindle the burning arousal that had cooled to embers.
“Fuck, mommy. I need you.” You pant, spreading your legs wide open as you imagine her filling you up. “Need you inside me so bad.”
“Oh, you need me, huh?”
At the sound of Agatha's voice, you smile and open your eyes.
“I'd hate to not meet your needs, bunny.” She hovers over you, a hand coming up to caress your cheek.
“Please.” You whine. “I'm so empty and wet.”
Her lips find yours, and for a moment you lose yourself in the kiss, slow and sensual, before Agatha pulls back.
“Spread your legs back open. Be a good little whore for me.”
You obey, arousal continuing to leak from your dripping hole as you watch her trail her fingers down toward your soaking cunt.
“Oh fuck.” You breathlessly gasp when your mommy stuffs three fingers into you without warning, the slick feeling accompanying it telling you that she had covered them in lube.
“Look at this greedy pussy.” Agatha mocks. “So desperate for me it'll take whatever I'll give it.”
You moan in agreement. “Feel so good. So, so good mommy. Wanna feel like this all the time, wanna be a messy slut for you.”
“You want to be a messy slut for me? I think we can arrange for that.” Agatha's voice is pitched low with her own arousal, and her eyes have a dark gleam in them you miss entirely as you lose yourself to the pleasure overtaking you.
“Mommy!” You cry out when she suddenly adds a fourth finger. “Too much!”
“Aw, I'm sure my precious whore can take another finger. Don't you just love the idea of mommy's entire hand being inside of you? So full of her that you can't do anything but take it?”
You snap your legs open when she harshly smacks a thigh for them daring to try to close.
“Answer me, bunny.”
“Yes! Yes, I'm your whore mommy, just a slutty plaything to use. Want your hand, please, please. Gonna cum from it, gonna cum so good.” You babble as you buck your hips, hands reaching for something to grasp, finding the bed sheets as the closest option.
“Good girl.” Agatha purrs, and your brain stutters to a halt when she does just as promised, maneuvering her fingers so she can slip the final blackened digit inside of you.
“Oh bunny, you look so pretty.” Agatha breathes out.
A strangled sound leaves you as your eyes roll in the back of your head.
“I can feel how close you are. Mommy can tell you just need a little push.”
You don't have time to wonder what Agatha is planning as you convulse the moment the vibrator in your littlest hole turns on, a white-hot wave of ecstasy crashing down on you, causing a ringing in your ears and spots of black to dance in your vision.
Everything goes fuzzy, pure static filling your brain as you buck and writhe, riding out what is one of the most intense orgasms you have ever experienced.
“-UCK! AGATHA!”
It takes you a second to realize that it's your hoarse voice that fills the air, that it's you who's screaming her name.
“Fuck, love.” Agatha's own voice sounds hoarse and utterly awe-struck. “You’re so pretty like this, I was right. God, you look absolutely irresistible coming undone around my hand. Shit, baby.”
You're too out of it to really process what she's saying, but not too out of it to try to protest when she carefully, carefully removes her hand from in you, the tail plug still vibrating.
“I know, bunny. Give mommy three seconds.”
You whimper as you see through your blurry vision Agatha getting up, leaving you panting on the bed.
The sudden quiet causes you to remember the bath that Agatha had left running.
You can see the vague outline of her returning, and a soft kiss presses itself against your sweaty temple.
“I'm going to have to take out your tail now, love.” She softly says. “Can you be a good girl for me and turn onto your tummy?”
“Feel like jello.” You complain.
“Even jello can flop around.”
You groan, but summon up the last scraps of your willpower to listen, rolling over so that your face is now buried into the pillows.
There's a still silence that falls over the room when Agatha turns the vibrator off, and you moan, oversensitive, when she slowly and gently pulls it out of you.
“If I thought you could handle it, I'd be fucking your little greedy hole right now.” Agatha comments.
“Maybe tomorrow.” You mumble into the pillows. “Just wanna cuddle with you now.”
“I think that's a good idea, dear.” She agrees. “Flip over onto your back again.”
You huff, but the absence of the tail plug makes you feel a little less jello-y, and you find it easier to obey.
“There's my pretty girl.” Agatha's face lights up, and you offer a sleepy smile back.
“You gonna carry me now?”
“I am, angel. Just let me-” She slips off the bed, before using her magic to pull you into her arms. “There. Here we go.”
You wrap your arms around her neck and nuzzle the point where it meets her shoulder.
“Did I help with the long day?” You ask, recalling how you ended up here.
“More than. I'm so lucky to have such a wonderful bunny like you.” She answers.
“I'm lucky to have a mommy like you.” You reply. “The best mommy.”
“I suppose it's only right, because you're the best bunny.” Agatha says, the softest smile you have ever seen gracing her features.
“And I'm all yours.” You insist as Agatha lays the both of you down in the tub, eyes fluttering close at the warmth of the water and the heat of her skin.
“And you're all mine.” She softly agrees.
As you drift off to the soothing rhythm of her heartbeat, you hear her whisper against you, “I love you, my darling. I love you more than you could ever know.”
#kathryn hahn#agatha harkness#agatha harkness x reader#wandavision#house of harkness#marvel#hopefully I nailed the header pictures#also look!#I've finally posted actual writing!#also this has got to be the smuttiest thing I've ever written#this was also supposed to be soft!dark!agatha but uh#it's just soft!agatha#mostly#sky writes
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i just think. agatha with sub reader who is equally as crazy as her. agatha with a sub who is hyperpossessive, who hates when agatha has to be all buddy buddy with wanda to concoct her evil plans. agatha with a sub who is downright cold - maybe even threatning at a certain point - to wanda because she thinks wanda is getting too Close - even though agatha assures her its all part of the act. agatha with a sub who is wholly devoted to doing anything, anything agatha needs. agatha with a sub who leaves marks all over her, hickies on her neck and nail marks down her back. agatha and her sub who would both kill for each other. yandere agatha with her yandere sub ❤️
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I see yall in my inbox like Agatha H... Well then, say less
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✧✦ Welcome to Dmyserioblog
➥ I’m Liz, my pronouns are she/her and I’m Bisexual.
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DarkY/N: We need to get through this locked door, Scar give me your credit card.
SW: if it'll help sure here you go
Dark!Y/N pocketing it: Thanks! Agatha, kick down the door
SW: Hey!
Agatha: You fall for that every time
#marvel#marvel incorrect quotes#mcu#MCU#scarlet witch x reader#the scarlet witch#Dark!Y/N#marvel au#agatha harkness
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