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getlostsquidward · 2 years

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Heyy, can you do where Agatha feels insecure bcuz of her body and aging (maybe her girlfriend witch is in her twenties)? So Y/N makes sure Agatha knows that she is the most beautiful woman... Can you include smutt if it's okay with you, where y/n worships Agatha's body and eats her out until Agatha comes all over Y/N's face

you go down just like holy mary

pairing: agatha harkness x reader

a/n: a long overdue bottom agatha fic

summary: agatha finds herself in a downward spiral of doubts and insecurities, and it's in your hands to help her up.

warnings: 18+, smut, body image, insecurities, mirror sex, oral sex, fingering

Agatha Harkness takes pride in her charms, quick wit, decades worth of personality, experience, and wisdom. She is a formidable, self-assured, confident witch, who could kill anyone in a snap of a finger if she pleased, take power from the undeserving, and leave their rotting corpses without so much of a second thought.

She has an exquisite, captivating, and alluring physique, one that she’s weaponized for her hidden agendas, a femme fatale who knows what she wants and how she wants it.

“They're a lot younger than me, and my body… it isn't what it used to be. I've gone through a lot of things.”

But when insecurities crawled on her skin as she watched you being surrounded by these maidens, all younger and fairer than her (in her eyes), she can't help but spiral down the rabbit hole of doubts and insecurities.

“Are you sure you still want me? You can have anyone in the world,” she attempted to plead, to make you think twice about your decisions. But you are not having it, so you continue to peel her robes slowly, letting it pool at her feet.

“You say I can, but I don't want that. I have you. I only want you.” Wrapping your arms around her waist, carefully undoing her corset, and the rest of all her undergarments, all tossed somewhere around the room.

Agatha closes her eyes as you kiss her once again, all soft and sweet and tender, all things she thinks she doesn't deserve, especially you. You pulled away, only to turn her body around, and there she was, her naked body reflecting back to her. She can't look, won't look at her figure, and instead focuses her eyes on yours.

You, on the other hand, do the opposite. Agatha sees your eyes trail down her body, and up, and down again as if you're looking at a map and commits every detail to memory.

Agatha watches you watch her with such love, lust, and adoration in your eyes. “I'm so lucky and so happy that you're mine,” you reminded, meeting her gaze in the mirror. “I want to show you just how thankful I am for that if you'll let me.”

As soon as she expresses her consent, a green smoke engulfed both figures and Agatha finds herself laid down on a soft mattress, with you hovering over her.

You straddle her middle, towering over her. Normally it would be you underneath, but both of you couldn't care less about the exchange.

You took both her hands in yours, placing them on your chest. “Do you feel that? My heart only beats for you, Agatha Harkness. And you have such pretty hands. These stained fingers showed me I could be more, I could achieve more…and they're so…” you wiggled your eyebrows, implying how much you love them. You shared a laugh, leading you to your next compliment.

“The only thing more beautiful than seeing you orgasm is seeing you smile,” the brunette's cheeks flushed at the cheesy remark, her lower lip caught between her teeth. “And these two tiny dimples. So adorable—and how your eyes disappear when you smile so big—like that! It makes me swoon. You're so beautiful. I probably should check the thesaurus to find more synonyms of that word so it'll be ingrained in your mind and you won't ever forget.”

Agatha swallows down the lump in her throat, your words piercing through her.

“I know I like making fun of your wild hair, but I love the way they frame your gorgeous face. And then these eyes, god...I could stare at them forever.”

“These are only for you.”

“I know they do. So believe me when I say I could never imagine myself being with anyone but you.” She tucks away the hair falling on her face, a dopey and love-struck smile mirrored on each other's faces. “I absolutely love everything about you.”

Eyes already lidded with desire, Agatha pleaded. “Need you...”

“I know, Aggs. Let me take care of you.”

You like to think that you've done something incredibly good in your past life to deserve the love Agatha showers you with, and now, it's your turn to show her just how much she means to you, how much she deserves everything good that life has to offer, how much you love her—with every lick and stroke of your tongue on her skin, down to her core. She deserves all the pleasure, and you are determined to remind her of that.

With a snap of a finger, a mirror appears on the ceiling. Agatha tilts her head in confusion.

“I need you to look at your reflection, sweetheart. Don't close your eyes, don't look away.”

“But I want to see you—”

“No can do, mommy. I need those eyes locked on the mirror while I do my business, okay?”

She bit her lip as she continued to look at you for a while, and then nodded.

“Good girl.” And as a reward, you inserted two fingers in her hole, her slick making it easy to slip in. You've barely even started and Agatha could already feel the knot under her belly tightening with how your fingers curl, twist, and thrust into her special spot the way you know so deftly.

Agatha looks at the way her body reacts to how you bring pleasure to her, her hair ruffled from all the constant squirming, her chest heaving as she pants, how your other hand pulls and twists at her nipples, her back arching every time you kisses her clit and flicks your tongue against it.

“Yes, right there, baby…don't stop”

“Oh you feel so good”

Muffled moans reach your ears as Agatha reaches her climax, letting both of her thighs trap you in your position. You don't wait for her to cool down, instead replacing your fingers with tongue, your hands pressing onto her thighs to hold her down.

“Mmm. Nectar of the gods,” you moan against her cunt, her sensitivity causing her hips to writhe against your grasp.

“Can't baby…”

“I heard you say ‘don't stop,’ mommy. I'm just being an obedient girl for you, it's what you deserve for being so good and perfect.”

Agatha longs to touch you, hold you, so she attempts to grab at your hair and just hold your face close to her cunt—but she hesitates and pats your head. You reach out and lace your fingers with hers, giving it a squeeze.

It's okay. You're doing so well.

She breathes heavily as you suckle at her painfully sensitive clit, eyes fluttering shut but a smack on her thigh made her open them forcefully. Eyes up, eyes on her only, as you instructed—but she couldn't help but steal glances at the way your face is settled so deep between her thighs, making her core burn furiously.

You have a choice to be with another maiden in the springtime of their life yet you continuously choose to be with her—a woman who's past her prime, worn by time, but you look past these things and love her the way she is. Her gratefulness extends beyond words.

Agatha cums again with a cry of your name, her body shuddering with bliss.

You didn't let go of her until hours later, your face thoroughly soaked by her cum. Soft murmurs of “I love you's” and words of affirmation resonate between tangled limbs and warm skin.

Agatha sits up, and motions for you to sit on her lap. She immediately sought your lips, arms wrapping around pulling you impossibly closer to her front. One of them sneaks down into your core, two fingers swiping your slick. “You're drenched, hon. You cum untouched, didn't you?”

“Impossible not to when you looked and sounded so gorgeous under— me,” a groan escaped your lips as you buck your hips, trying to seek relief in her ink-stained fingers.

“Is your oral fixation sated, bunny? Do you still want something in your mouth? I got an idea.” Her eyes went darker than before—the hint of sadness and vulnerability has gone, and you know all too well what that means. She's back. You've had your fun ordering her around, but now it's time to show you who the real boss is.

You gulped, not entirely sure what was on her mind, but you're down to it either way and there's nothing else you'd rather do. “Aren't you tired?”

“Oh, I'm tired alright, you did such a good job,” Agatha says with a dash of softness in her otherwise sultry voice, along with a gentle, delicate smile. A silent thanks. “But we're just getting started. Open up, buttercup. Gotta prepare your throat for my cock.”

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fakeagatha · 1 year

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in a car trip to somewhere, Agatha takes you to eat ice cream on McDonald's to shut you up because you were being annoying (just like the Donkey in Shrek asking "are we there yet?" nonstop yk?)

I'm not the most creative person but i wanted to send a request to you anyway, sorry 💗

A/n: I didn't expect to have finished one of my requests so soon, but I did it🌚

Please tell me if you spot any grammatical errors!

I Wouldn't Have It Any Other Way | Agatha Harkness x Reader

Summary: Agatha takes you on a road trip, but you got bored, so she shuts you up with ice cream.

Words: 543

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It was any other average day in Westview, nothing special happening, until your girlfriend, Agatha Harkness, had decided to take you on a road trip.

Of course Agatha was able to leave the hex as she wasn't under Wanda's spell, which the redhead wasn't actually aware of yet. Neither were you under her spell, as you and Agatha had met before Westview, so you are both playing your roles in Wanda's fantasy.

You and Agatha didn't have anything better to do, so you grabbed a shit ton of snacks and random things before entering her car.

"Right, do you really need to bring your ring light? We'll be back by tomorrow Y/n, we're only staying one night at the hotel." Agatha commented.

"You never know if we might need it! It's just a precaution." You responded, throwing everything into the backseat.

She simply chuckled and started the engine as you put your seatbelt on while reversing out of the driveway.

As soon as she got onto the road, she turned on the radio and you started singing as loud as you possibly could.

"Oh my God!" Agatha whined, covering her ear that was facing you.

"Come on Aggie, sing with me!" You chimed, taking her free hand in yours.

She rolled her eyes, before giving in and starting to mumble the lyrics along with you.

You grinned at her, bouncing around in your seat as you sang your heart out, and it didn't take long for Agatha to start singing louder as well, before your throats started to hurt so you stopped.

"How long do we have left?" You asked the witch after a while, groaning.

"Sweetheart, we've been on the road for half an hour," She chuckled, "We've still got a couple of hours."

You leaned back into the seat, looking outside as you watched the scenery go by.

Not even five minutes later, you asked again,

"Are we there yet?"

"No."

You sighed, then, not even two minutes later,

"Almost there?"

Agatha pursed her lips, "If I take you to get ice cream, will you stop asking me that?" She looked over at you, smirking.

You quickly nodded, and she pulled into the next McDonald's she saw.

She poked her head out of the window and spoke into the machine, "I'd like two vanilla ice creams, one with strawberry syrup, thanks."

You smiled cheekily at her and she playfully rolled her eyes at you as you got to the window, and you both got your ice creams.

As she left the McDonald's driveway, you gasped.

"I forgot to ask for lemonade..."

She glared at you, and turned the car around to go back to the drive thru.

"Thank you..." You grinned at her.

"You're lucky I love you." She deadpanned, but with a hint of adoration in her eyes.

After getting your lemonade, she started driving on the highway again, trying to eat her ice cream at the same time as steering the wheel and changing the gear.

"Want me to feed you?" You asked her, and she nodded with a laugh.

That may have resulted with ice cream all over your faces and car seats, somehow on the roof as well, but you wouldn't have it any other way.

#agatha harkness #wandavision #agnes wandavision #kathryn hahn #agatha all along

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aparticularbandit · 1 year

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Creepers Gonna Creep

in which eve likes her son’s bestie and makes some arguably poor decisions.

eve fletcher x agatha harkness

tw for minor racism

Jane doesn’t call.

It’s…it’s not like she’s avoiding Eve’s calls because, in all honesty, Eve has been terrified to call her. What would she even say? Sorry, I have a girlfriend now, and I didn’t tell you about it? That would involve explaining why she didn’t tell her, which had more to do with they weren’t technically calling each other girlfriends until just then—

No.

That’s….

That’s a lie.

If Eve is honest with herself, she hadn’t said anything to Jane because she was afraid of what her friend would think, and she’s still not saying anything now because she’s still afraid of what her friend thinks, and even if Jane did call, she’s not sure that she would answer because what if she—

It doesn’t matter.

It doesn’t matter because Jane doesn’t call.

Eve finishes her facetime with Brendan a little later than she should. The problem with facetiming him from the senior center is that she only has so much time on her lunch break, and she always feels like it’s rude to be eating while she talks with him, which means that she ends up eating not on her break, but that’s fine because she gets to spend time with her boy. Brendan mostly checks in during classes; he doesn’t want to get up early just to talk with her, which is fine, and his evenings are for studying. Or partying – Eve knows her son, knows that he’d specifically chosen to go to BSU for their “student life”, and knows how her own college years had been. He was doing well, and he was partying, and she wasn’t going to try and make him stop partying just to talk to his mom. Honestly, she’s just grateful he wants to talk with her at all.

The last thing Brendan asks before closing out is, You’re doing okay? Not still sick, right?

No, not still sick. Eve rubs the back of her neck and looks up with an awkward smile. Agatha’s been…. Her smile softens. Agatha’s been taking really good care of me.

Ew, Mom. Gross. Brendan makes a disgusted face. Son? Don’t want to hear about your love life.

Eve’s eyes widen. That’s not what I was—

A knock comes at Brendan’s door, and he rolls back, ignoring her to open it. Eve can hear someone – a girl? – on the other end. Hey. You about ready? Studying’s not going to do itself.

Yeah, sure. I just gotta end this call with my mom—

Oh, your mom?

Eve tries to see as much as she can, but it’s not like she can just crane around Brendan’s shoulder or move over to his door and open it wide to let her in. She’s not actually physically present. Which is probably a good thing. She’d had some friends in college that she’s very glad her mother never met.

Brendan rubs the back of his neck in the same awkward manner that Eve just did – which makes her heart ache with fondness – and he glances back over his shoulder at her. Uh, yeah. You wanna…you wanna say hi?

You want me to meet your mom? Hell yeah! The barest glimpse of dark brown corkscrew curls peeks out from around Brendan, almost like this girl wants to catch sight of Eve just as much as Eve wants to catch sight of her. You gonna let me in or—

Yeah, yeah. Brendan moves out of the way, and the girl half-pushes past him, looks up at him with a wry smile, and then heads directly for the laptop like she isn’t worried in the slightest.

Eve takes in her darker skin with pleasant surprise. She’d hoped that going to college would allow Brendan the opportunity to meet a variety of other people, which…she admits, sounds racist, she’s not racist, she just knows that Brendan has been in a fairly small-ish town and hasn’t gotten to meet as many people as he might have in a bigger city. She’d been afraid that he would keep to the same kind of people he’d been with in high school, but he hasn’t. Good for him.

Hey, Mrs. Fletcher. I’m Chloe. The girl gives her a bright smile as she crouches down where Brendan’s swivel chair had been. He sits back down on it as she speaks, rolls over to sit with them.

Eve smiles the easiest she can. Hi, Chloe. I’m Eve.

Oh, you’re one of the cool moms. Chloe’s grin spreads. I thought you should know, Brendan is making a ton of progress with his slur awareness—

Brendan gives her a gentle shove, cutting her off. I didn’t say a slur.

The r word is a slur, Brendan.

The r word? Eve asks, blinking a couple of times. She runs through all of the slurs she’s actually aware of in her head, all of the words that she used to use until she realized they were bad words, and comes up empty. I don’t…I don’t know what you’re talking about.

Oh, you know, Brendan says, glancing back to her, how Jon-Jon’s retar—

We don’t say that word. Chloe cuts him off, gives him a sharp look.

Eve gives a general, slow nod. She has never used that word once in her life; she also did not know it was a slur. Good to know. Does Agatha— Agatha probably knows. She doesn’t need to ask.

Chloe sighs, gives fond shake of her head, and turns back to Eve. He’s getting there, Eve. Just gotta get through that thick little head of his. She reaches over and tousles Brendan’s hair.

Hey! Brendan bats at her hand, but there’s nothing frustrated in it, not in that little smile he has.

Already, Eve likes Chloe one hundred percent more than any girl Brendan had dated throughout high school and particularly more than the one who had decided to give him a goodbye present before he left. None of them had ever listened when she told them to call her Eve, had always decided to call her Mrs. Fletcher instead, even with her insistence that they refer to her otherwise. She wasn’t – isn’t – Mrs. Fletcher anymore. She’s Brendan’s mom, sure, and she was fine being called that, but Mrs. Fletcher makes it sound like she belongs to Ted, and he hasn’t been around in…in a decade. She’s just Eve.

Not that a child could ever understand that.

But Chloe does. Apparently.

Eve can’t stop the fond smile that crosses her face as she sees how the two interact. It’s only a few minutes, but Chloe’s made as good of an impression as she can. I should probably let you go, she interrupts, resting her head on one hand. You need to study, and I—

—need to get back to work, Brendan drones. I know.

It’s always good to talk with you, Brendan. Eve’s glance trails up to meet Chloe’s dark eyes. And it was a pleasure to meet you.

Chloe beams down at her. Great talk, Eve.

Brendan gives her a playful shove. Bye, Mom.

Bye.

Brendan’s video flickers out before Eve has a chance to finish speaking, but where once that might have bothered her, it doesn’t anymore. Instead, she feels warm, comforted by the fact that her son seems to be fitting in at college well and has such a nice friend (girlfriend, probably, although he hadn’t called her that) as Chloe. She leans back in her chair and glances up just as Amanda knocks on her cracked door and pokes her head in. Something wrong?

Amanda blinks in confusion. No. Nothing’s wrong. Her gaze flicks back and forth, scanning the room, before settling on Eve. I just thought, with all of the other classes, some of the seniors might like a yoga class? It’s just some easy stretching, and I’ve been talking with one of the yoga instructors at Masters of the Dancing Arts who might be interested. If you’re okay with it, of course.

That’s a good idea, Eve says, proud that Amanda felt comfortable taking such initiative and bringing it up with her. It will just depend on how much it costs and whether that fits within our budget. I take it you’ve been looking at the class schedule to see where it would fit?

Yeah. Amanda shrugs with half a smile. I actually already emailed it to you, so if you want to take a look—

Oh, sure! Eve gestures for Amanda to come join her next to the computer as she closes out of her empty facetiming screen and pulls up her email address. It takes a moment before she recognizes, Masters of the Dancing Arts…that’s Cian’s studio, isn’t it? Or was. She wonders, vaguely, if it belongs to Agatha now or if someone else maintains everything, if Cian set their studio in someone else’s capable hands as they stared at their own mortality. Someone had to be keeping everything running, or Amanda couldn’t be mentioning it now.

Amanda nods as she leans over Eve’s shoulder. They used to slip into my yoga class every now and again. I really liked them.

Without thinking, Eve asks, Did Agatha ever join you? She pauses, shakes her head. Sorry, I shouldn’t have asked that. Her eyes scan her email until she finds the one she’s looking for, double-clicks it. Then she begins to scan the potential new schedule Amanda drew up.

Once or twice, Amanda says, still leaning over Eve’s shoulder, but she usually just takes one of the studios to dance.

This looks good, Eve starts to say, focused on the schedule and not quite processing what Amanda says, so as long as it fits within budget— She stops. Blinks twice. She does what?

Takes a studio to dance. She’s really into that ballet stuff. I think she used to be a professional? I know Cian was…a long time ago. Amanda straightens. I’ll go check with my contact about pricing and get back to you. She reaches over and gives Eve’s shoulder a squeeze. Thanks, Eve.

As Amanda starts to leave her office, Eve stops her. Amanda?

Hm? Amanda turns back to face her.

Do you…. Eve hesitates. This isn’t crossing a boundary. It just came up it conversation, which means it’s totally fine for her to ask. Do you go to yoga there often? At…at Cian’s studio, I mean.

Amanda nods. Not as often as I used to, but I try to get out once a week. Most of the time, it’s really relaxing. Sometimes I’m really sore after, you know? Need to do more stretches in my free time, I guess. She smiles, then, before Eve has a chance to ask, says, You want me to call you if Agatha shows up?

Eve hesitates again. Surely, if Agatha wanted her to know, she’d tell her. But maybe this is just another one of those things that Agatha would tell her if she asked – or, like owning The Scratching Post, maybe she expects that Eve already knows. Especially if it’s such common knowledge that Amanda—

Yes, Eve says, cutting off her own thoughts. If it’s not too much of a hassle?

Not at all. Amanda grins, gives a little nod, and then backs out of the room.

Eve sighs, props her elbows on her desk, and leans forward, pushing her hands through her hair. This is…probably not the way to be doing things. If Agatha wanted her to know, she would tell her. And she hadn’t. But also—

I collapsed during a performance in New York.

I got the scars from a really bad fall.

Eve glances up, takes a deep breath, and pulls up Google. She glances at her phone again – no texts or missed calls, not from Jane, not from Agatha – and tugs her lower lip between her teeth. It would be easy to tell herself that Agatha wouldn’t mind, but that’s a lie. She knows that’s a lie.

Still….

Eve types Agatha Harkness ballet performance collapse into the search engine, not really expecting anything to come up. If something had happened, it had to have been a long time ago. Or at least a few years. So this isn’t really a risk or an invasion of Agatha’s privacy at all. It’s not like she’ll actually—

Oh.

Eve tightens her hold on her steering wheel as she drives home. She bites her lip. Off and on all day, she has been debating calling Agatha, asking to talk about…about everything. Except…she isn’t supposed to know. She shouldn’t know. And she could keep acting like she doesn’t know, but that doesn’t feel right either. She takes a deep breath, clenches her teeth together, and at the next red light, pulls her phone out and dials Agatha’s number.

Agatha doesn’t answer, which isn’t incredibly unlike her. She must just be busy.

Hey, Agatha. Voicemail is better than nothing after all, and Eve would rather leave a message now than try to get up the courage to text her again later. Can you come over later? I’d love to— She cuts herself off, swallows. Can we talk? It isn’t anything bad! I just…. Her voice trails off. I think we need to talk. She bites her lower lip again. Call me.

Eve shoves her phone into her pocket as she turns onto her street. That’s probably not the best message – we need to talk, who is she kidding? If she got a message like that, she would be spinning into a panic. She should—

Then Eve makes it to her house, sees who is sitting on her front steps, and forgets all about it. She blinks twice. Parks. Gets out of the car. Jane?

He cheated on me, Jane says, voice soft, as Eve approaches. Craig’s been…. He’s been cheating on me. She meets Eve’s eyes as Eve sits on the steps next to her. Can I stay here for a little while?

Eve wraps an arm gingerly around Jane’s shoulders, and Jane leans against her, easy as she always has, as though nothing’s happened at all. Of course, she says, squeezing Jane’s shoulder. Stay here for as long as you need.

#bandit fic #agave fic #eve fletcher #agatha harkness #brendan fletcher #eve fletcher x agatha harkness #agatha harkness x eve fletcher #mcu #wandavision #mrs. fletcher #unfortunately agatha does not appear in this chapter #alas #next chapter we go back to agathian backstory!#woo!#FINALLY #like a big chunk of the scenes and images of that backstory are in this next arc #i'm so ready to finally write them out y'all have no idea

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ghoulaxyart · 3 years

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🎃 It’s just a little hocus pocus 🎃

#eat your heart out Agatha Harkness #loki #marvel #Halloween #Samhain #loki odinson #witch #witch loki #halloween costumes #dailyloki #thor #loki laufeyson #myart;;loki #mcu #loki series #what if #she’ll put a spell on you

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zafirosreverie · 2 years

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Their reaction to you flirting with someone else (KH’s characters)

Agatha Harkness:

Honey, if you wanted to be hexed, all you had to do was ask nicely. There was no need to sacrifice an innocent life along the way. But you do you.

Agatha would be furious and she wouldn't care if you were just joking around and really just wanted to spite her, that poor unfortunate soul was dead. You wouldn't even have time to react before the purple smoke enveloped you. It's one thing to make her jealous, it's another thing that you actually flirted with someone else on purpose.

Olivia Octavius:

Okay, okay. In your defense, you really needed a quick Doc Ock appearance here. And there was no faster way to call her than flirting with someone else. Later you would apologize to the victim...or maybe not. It depended on who it was.

But if we're talking about you flirting with someone on Alchemax...well, your girlfriend's alter ego wasn't a secret to anyone there and if they flirted back, let's just say you'd have to help find someone who could replace them. Now, you better just do it to make her jealous and that's it, that you had no real intentions with them because if that was the case, you'd better find another job, another house, and probably another city to live in, quickly.

Ursula Gernsback:

This can go one of two ways. Both tragic.

She can a) reactivate her killer system and finish off that poor soul right then and there. Or b) she can activate her self-destruction, because what's the point of continuing to exist if the only person who really made her feel something beyond her programming stabbed her in the back?

Either way, you will end up with a lifeless body in your arms. So...yeah, better not do it.

Carla Dunkler:

Despite her rough appearance, this woman has a heart of gold. And look, maybe outside she will act as if she doesn't care, after all, she has already been through that many times, she doesn't give a damn.

But if you look into her eyes, you can see that she really thought you were different. So you have a lot to fix and you better be good with words because it will take you time to convince her that it wasn't serious.

Eve Fletcher:

If you wanted to make her cry and make several enemies. Congratulations! You certainly got it, because the moment Eve sees you flirt with someone else she'll run out of there with tears in her eyes, especially if it's someone younger than her.

She must have known she would end up like this. You were too good to be true.

Jennifer Barkley:

Look, let's face it, Jen knows you better than anyone, and she knows you're only doing this to piss her off, probably out of revenge for something she's done before. Either way, she knows the trick, and while a part of her wants to go and take you away to remind you who you belonged to, a larger part of her wants to see how far you're willing to go with your little game.

So throughout the flirtation, you'll feel Jen's eyes on you, silently daring you to do something else. Depending on how far you take it, the punishment will be bigger.

Delta Simmons:

You do know you're dating an actress, right? She will give you the biggest jealousy scene you have ever seen and will probably draw a lot of stares. I don't think you'll get out of this alive.

You can try dragging her somewhere more private to explain, but it won't do any good. You'll just have to listen to her until she gets tired and pray she doesn't have anything heavy on hand to throw at you.

Milly Campbell:

HOW COULD YOU?!

Do you know how much it took for this beautiful woman to work up the courage to ask you out? Do you know how much it cost her to leave Shep's ghosts behind and dare to try to be happy with you?! How much the thought of loving again terrified her? And all for what? For you to make her greatest fear come true.

You knew well that she had scars from her previous marriage and yet here you go, to stab her in the back!! She will lock herself in her room for days, she won't eat and if she ends up in the hospital it will be your fault. I really don't see how you could fix this.

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caroldantops · 3 years

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please don’t go (i’ll eat you whole)

ship: dark!agatha harkness/fem!reader

summary/request: you’re a stress laden college student with way more anxiety than you can handle. luckily, your friend wanda knows of a therapist that knows just how to take care of you. (modern au)

word count: 5.7k

this is a darkfic and contains the following dark themes, read at your own discretion: dubcon, unbalanced power dynamics (therapist/patient relationship), manipulation, codependency, obsessive behaviors, and possible hints at other themes but those are all the explicit ones.

if you’d like elaboration on any of these warnings feel free to ask!

other warnings: smut (18+ only!), dom!agatha, sub!reader, praise kink, mommy kink, fingering (r receiving), vibrators, dirty talk, possessive agatha, lots of pet names, legal age gap, allusions to wanda/agatha, discussion of anxiety and mental illnesses

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The sound of your shoes squeaking against the floor as your leg bounces anxiously draws the attention of the three other people in the waiting room. You, however, are completely unaware of the noise and the glares that you’re getting. The thoughts in your head are all jumbles of words happening all at once. Pure alphabet soup.

You really don’t want to be here. Any sort of doctor’s office always sets off your anxiety, but this one in particular is sending you into overdrive. All of the pamphlets talking about how to support your child with depression, the T.V. that’s playing some animation about finding support groups with chillingly corporate animations, and the other patients who all look like they would rather be anywhere else.

Was it too late to bail out of this? Maybe you should just try going to those weird “self-care sessions” that your college advertises rather than actually putting any of the funding into finding more and better counselors. The therapy dogs are pretty cute. Corgis are enough of a cure for your anxiety that keeps you from socializing with anybody outside of your friends that you can count on a single hand, right?

You look at your phone. Three texts, two are from your roommate Darcy, and one from Wanda. Your eyes shoot towards the clock on the wall, then to the exit, as if planning a grand escape (as if anyone in this waiting room would care about what you did). The overly sweet secretary notices you fidgeting and asks if you need anything, but you just shake your head and mumble out something about just checking the time.

Darcy’s messages are just her asking if you needed more coffee pods, to which you reply “yes please.” Wanda, however, is telling you that she hopes that your first session goes alright.

What exactly should you say to that?

“Yep, hope they shoot the serotonin straight into my body!” Or maybe, “Thanks. Unrelated, can you come kill me?”

Both are good options, but you opt to just send a heart as a reply.

Wanda is the one who suggested this particular counselor when you finally admitted that you were in a place where you needed to at least try. You had noticed a big difference in Wanda over the past year after she started seeing Dr. Harkness, so you were willing to at least go to a few sessions and see if it would be the right fit.

You’re so wrapped up in your own brain, mentally trying to decide if there’s a last minute way you could back out of this, that you practically jump out of your seat when you hear a woman’s voice calling your name. Standing in the doorway that leads to the offices, you see Dr. Harkness for the first time.

Wanda apparently failed to mention the fact that the therapist she’s been seeing is incredibly attractive.

“You okay, honey?” Dr. Harkness asks as you remain paralyzed in your seat, your fight or flight instincts apparently choose to freeze at the sight of this woman who makes your mouth go dry.

“Yes! I’m fine, sorry. I zone out a lot,” you try to casually laugh it off as you let her lead you to her office.

“Noted. But next time just take a picture, dear, it’ll last you longer,” Dr. Harkness teases with a wink. You’re a little stunned at how she doesn’t hesitate to joke with you as if she’s known you for years. Or at least more than three seconds. But it’s actually comforting in a way, making the whole process seem less sterile. Your shoulders visibly relax when you finally sink into the comfy couch in Dr. Harkness’s office.

While she pulls your file up on her laptop, you look around and see a large variety of things. There’s items that you assume were given to her with the office, like the filing cabinets and minimalist white bookshelf, but everything else feels like a distinct mixing of eras and random purchases.

The desk that she’s working at would definitely take over a room any smaller than this. It’s huge, and clearly an antique. You’re not even sure how it fit through the door. It definitely does not match the rolling chair from Office Max that Dr. Harkness is sitting in, rolling herself ever so slightly back and forth as she hums and scans through documents. The couch you’re on doesn’t feel like anything special - other than the fact that it really makes you want to nap on it - but the stuffed rabbit that has to be as tall as (if not taller than) you stares at you from the other corner of the couch.

There’s a table next to you that is filled with things that catch your interest. Apart from the record player and antique lamp that looks like a bunch of twisted tree branches, there’s a bunch of fun desk decor, various crystals that you have no idea the meaning behind, and fidget toys that your hands twitch to mess with.

“You’re allowed to touch, dear,” Dr. Harkness’s voice startles you. You look up and see that she’s been watching you, probably for longer than you registered. “Anything in here is free for you to play with, that’s why it’s here!”

You bite your tongue to keep yourself from making the obvious joke of asking if those parameters include her. Probably not the first impression you want to make. You stay silent and grab a little stack of magnets off of the table and start arranging them as Dr. Harkness finally starts asking you questions.

You were the one who did most of the analyzing that day. While she was going over your initial screening, getting an idea of what exactly you were here for and what would be the best way to spend your short hour together, you were studying her carefully. Something about Dr. Harkness - Agatha, you learned her first name was, as she insists you call her by it - lured you in like she has her own gravitational pull.

You ramble on a lot more than you usually would - probably just glad to have someone whose job it is to be non judgemental - talking about your schoolwork and the few friends you had, which professors drove you up the wall and which ones you actually looked forward to seeing. It all just flows out of you, and you don’t even realize fully what you’re saying because of how focused you are on staring at Agatha.

All of your nerves seem to dissipate as soon as you started talking to Agatha. It was no wonder that Wanda sung such high praises of the woman, because what would usually feel like a grueling process of small talk that started digging into more of your personal life sped by, and before you knew it, the hour was up.

“Well, time flies when you’re in good company,” Agatha says as she walks you back towards the lobby. Her hand drifts to your lower back as she leads you out. The gesture seems rather forward, but you figure that maybe she’s just a generally touchy person, so you don’t flinch away. Plus, you kind of like the way the lingering touch leaves goosebumps along your skin. “I hope to hear good things about that paper you’re working on, dear.”

“I am too,” you laugh. “I’ll try my best.”

“Good girl!” Agatha beams. “See you next week!”

Looking back on it, you were doomed from the start.

You really can’t quite place what it is about Agatha that fascinates you so deeply. Perhaps it's your general penchant for getting inappropriately attached to older female figures in your life.

This woman has you enamored. With her dark hair you want to run your hands through, with the lines of her face that you want to trace with your fingertips, with her laugh that kept ringing in your ears through the whole session after you made a snide comment about how you love life was dry in more ways than one.

Freud would probably have some backwards, perverted reasoning for how dependent your self-esteem became on the praise of any female teacher you even remotely liked.

But, fuck Freud. Maybe you just like hot women who just happen to be old enough to be your mother.

This thought process (minus the part about wanting Agatha to kiss you and touch you and make you come undone) all comes spilling out one session as you’re telling Agatha how the paper you had mentioned during your first meeting had come back. It was certainly not your worst grade ever, but it was definitely far from your best. The grade itself would be much more bearable if the comments on it weren’t practically giving you hives.

“A stickler for praise, huh?” Agatha hums, propping her chin up on her knee. She plays with the end of her sleeves as she ponders what you’ve said, a habit that you’ve caught onto over the last month and a half. You always like when she does this, pushing her sleeves up to her elbows. Her hands make your mouth water, and you long to suck on her long digits or feel the veins in her “Sounds like a lot of girls I’ve been in bed with.”

You’re mostly used to Agatha’s flippant innuendos by now, but somehow the more you’ve talked to her, the more flustered they make you. You have gotten braver, daring to fire back with responses that always make Agatha laugh. You’re not sure if you’re actually funny, or she’s just making you feel better.

(You don’t really care, so long as you get to hear Agatha’s laugh.)

Maybe you should’ve questioned whether Agatha’s jokes were a little too much sometimes. The fact that they were enough to make you squirm in your chair sometimes could probably attest to that. But, you always make those types of jokes with your friends. Darcy and your friendship practically revolves around pretend flirting with each other, so this was probably equitable, right?

“Do you have more papers for this class coming up?” Agatha asks.

“One more before our final project.”

“Well, sounds like you have plenty of opportunity to bring up the grade then!”

“That’s true. This one still stings, though. She could’ve at least told me some of the things I did well. Not just all my stupid mistakes,” you admit, twisting the new fidget toy Agatha added to her collection with your fingers. Your attention is fully on the toy as you avoid eye contact, the way you always do when you feel that anxiety tightening in your chest. Agatha gives you a moment of silence before she speaks again.

“Hey, look at me,” she scoots closer to you, putting her hands over your own as the fidgeting gets shakier. You look up and meet her gaze. Her face is but a breath away from you, and you hold your own out of fear.

The intense warmth you feel as you watch her eyes flicker across your face, lingering just this side of too long on your lips, takes over your entire body. Her unwavering stare invites you in and threatens to eat you whole.

And, god, you’re so sure that you would let her.

Not even sexually. (Well, that too). But you feel safe in her presence. There’s no pressure to pretend like you’re a perfect person that does shitty things sometimes. No pressure to act like sometimes you’re not falling apart at the seams.

And even when the seams rip sometimes (which Agatha has certainly seen in a couple of your sessions), she’s been here to help sew you back up, giving you the reassurance that you can’t ever give yourself, that you’re growing to constantly crave in every decision you make.

“One paper will not ruin your life. Hell, multiple papers won’t ruin your life. But also, it’s okay to be upset about it.” Agatha’s thumbs rub soothingly against your hands, and the tenderness of the motion helps you forget how your hands are the only thing between hers and your inner thighs. “Your grades don’t define you, honey. You’ve got so many more things going for you than just a GPA.”

“Sure doesn’t feel like it sometimes,” you mumble. You’re not-so-secretly fishing for a compliment, and Agatha knowingly takes the bait.

“Well, I can certainly think of a few. You’re clever, for one thing. And very sweet, especially when you bring me an iced coffee,” Agatha moves away from you for a second to grab the aforementioned drink and take a sip for effect. It pulls you out of your moping and earns her a laugh. She doesn’t return her hands to your own, but rests one of them on your knee, repeating that same circular motion with her thumb. You’d probably pull away if it wasn’t difficult to rearrange yourself from your criss-cross sitting position and the little room Agatha’s left you to move. But, with the way the touch sends electricity across your skin makes you glad that there isn’t room to pull away. “Not to mention, you’re certainly easy on the eyes, baby.”

“Then maybe I should just sleep with the professor,” you reply, trying to ignore the way your heart is racing. You were definitely not oblivious to the ways that Agatha checked you out. She was pretty obvious about it, but like everything she does, that must be intentional. “That should get me an easy A, right?”

“It sure would work on me. Just make sure you tell me all of the juicy details, sweetheart,” Agatha winks.

“Of course,” you tease back. “I promised to be more open, didn’t I?”

“You did. And you’re doing so well, darling,” she pats your knee affectionately before rolling her chair back to her desk as the alarm signalling the end of your session goes off. You practically glow under the praise.

On your way out, you wonder to yourself if you’ve given Agatha new reinforcement methods when you talked about your need for reassurance. Plus, you can’t stop thinking about Agatha’s touch, either. All of those little moments stick in your brain and create a certain itch that can’t be scratched. Not until you see her again.

Or, it’s temporarily relieved when your hand finds its way between your legs at night, wishing that it was Agatha tracing your folds and whispering against your skin how good you are. But even after you’ve made yourself cum, you feel unsatisfied. A little empty.

The thought of Agatha holding you tight against her chest is the only thing that helps you finally drift off to sleep.

“Sorry, sorry! I know I’m late!” Your chest heaves as you try to catch your breath. The waitress that just set down waters for Wanda and Monica raises an eyebrow at your disheveled appearance and quickly goes to get a glass for you as well. You try to thank her, but Wanda just tugs you down into the booth next to her.

“It’s nothing,” Monica waves off your apology. “I’m just glad you could finally grace us with your presence.”

“Yeah, you seem to be even busier than usual,” Wanda comments.

“Well, it’s almost finals season,” you explain, still out of breath from the way you ran from your car. “Plus, my therapy appointments had to be moved around the past couple of weeks ‘cuz of Agatha’s other patients rescheduling a bunch. So I had to make time for that.”

“I thought that was only like, once a week?”

“Twice, now.”

“The semester’s really been that bad? I thought you liked most of your classes,” Monica asks, concern gracing her features.

“Eh, it’s about as stressful as it always is,” you shrug. “But my anxiety has been much less intense when I have therapy, so Agatha suggested maybe increasing the times I see her would make it even more manageable.”

Wanda nods in understanding, but Monica purses her lips, obviously tempted to keep prying. She doesn’t, thankfully. But you can tell that even as the three of you start talking about other things that she’s trying to figure out how to approach you with more questions without making things tense.

Your mind starts wandering as Monica explains some technical engineering project she’s working on that you can’t comprehend, and then you notice your phone light up. The name that appears in the notification makes you smile, and you immediately reply back.

“Ooh, that’s a very happy face. Who’re you texting? New girlfriend?” Wanda asks, poking your side playfully.

“What? No,” you roll your eyes. “It’s just Agatha.”

“Agatha?” Monica squints at you. “As in, your therapist Agatha?”

“Yes?” You can feel the judgement coming and are quick to defend yourself before any accusation is even made. “Tons of people have their therapist’s number. It’s not a big deal. She likes to check in and ask how my day is going. She just wants to know if I can get coffee today.”

“Pretty sure they usually don’t do that,” Monica says, apprehension growing stronger by the second. “Is she texting all her patients for life updates or coffee dates?”

“She’s done that with me,” Wanda shrugs, stabbing a forkful of salad. “Not as much anymore, but still.”

“See?” You gesture to Wanda. “Not weird! And Wanda’s been doing great since she started seeing Agatha. Her methods clearly work.”

“I’m not saying they don’t,” Monica’s eyes flick between you and Wanda. “But I’m just worried about you becoming dependent on Agatha, because it seems to me like you’re leaning on her a lot for support.”

“Dependent? I’m just going to therapy, Monica. Isn’t she supposed to support me?”

“Yes, but--”

“And weren’t you one of the ones who suggested that it would help me manage my stress?” You scoff. Monica doesn’t reply to that, because she knows it’s true. It was out of love, of course. She was easily the most reasonable out of your circle of friends (not that it was tough competition with Wanda and Darcy around). Wanda is silently watching the argument with rapt attention. You kind of wish she’d support you more, but you also feel kind of bad, because you know Monica is just looking out for you. “Guess what? My stress is being managed!”

“Look,” Monica sighs and raises her hands in defeat. “I’m so, so glad that this is working for you. But I also know that it’s important that you feel like you have everything under control even when you’re not sitting in Agatha’s office. And no matter how much you like your therapist, there’s a line that shouldn’t be crossed.”

“No lines are being crossed,” you huff. You stand up abruptly and shuffle through your wallet and throw some cash down on the table. Monica rubs her temples, and Wanda tries to stop you from leaving. “I’m not doing anything I don’t want to. I appreciate the concern, but I think I need to leave now.”

Monica is civil as she bids you goodbye, telling you that she’ll see you soon. Wanda tells you that she’s demanding another lunch soon, and you give them both a flippant wave as response.

Just as you’re leaving, you notice that you have several more notifications from Agatha, repeatedly asking you to answer her coffee request. Monica’s words pick at your brain, but the thought of seeing Agatha today eases all of the tension that the argument had created in your body.

You finally respond and tell Agatha that you’ll meet her in an hour.

The argument with Monica was temporarily relieved by getting coffee with Agatha that day. She reassured you that she would never do anything that she didn’t think you’d be okay with (not that you’d had any doubts). But when Monica asked to get lunch again as an apology for the disagreement, the churning in your stomach made you feel terrible every time you thought about it, so you ended up cancelling last minute.

And you did the same with Wanda the next day. You made up an excuse about having too many things to do. It wasn’t a complete lie. But the work wasn’t so difficult or important that you didn’t spend time texting Agatha while you were doing it.

Even Darcy, who uses up the absolute least amount of your social battery got caught up in the whole thing. The idea of even sitting around and watching a trashy movie with her sounds like effort that you’d rather put elsewhere. She’s surprised, since you almost never turn her down, but doesn’t question it at all.

It sucks when you can so easily bail on your friends, but you also feel immense guilt over letting them down. It eats you up from the inside out, and you desperately want to scratch at your skin because it feels like the anxiety is trying to claw its way out of you and and and--

Breathe.

The voice in your head centers you. You flex your fingers, bad feelings still bubbling and threatening to spill over.

You’re okay.

The voice is Agatha’s. It makes you realize that it’s Tuesday. You can see her today. She can take the bad feelings away and replace them with her warmth. The warmth that you crave every day. The warmth that makes you think you finally understand what love should feel like. The warmth that soothes you, swaddles you, swallows you.

And everything will be okay once it does.

Agatha, the professional that she is, immediately knows that you’re worse for wear than you have been in quite a few weeks. She already knows generally what’s going on with you, since you were consistently in contact over the past week, but she sees the exhaustion on your face and wants nothing more than to take it all away from you.

“Oh, dear. You’re looking like something the cat dragged in. C’mere, come tell mommy about it,” Agatha coos when she sees the dark circles under your eyes. The sudden nickname sends a slight shiver down your spine, but your mind is too preoccupied to come up with a teasing response.

You sit in your normal spot on the couch, but instead of sitting at her office chair like she usually does, Agatha comes over and sits next to you. She watches your leg bounce nervously and wraps an arm around you, pulling you closer to her. You’re so nervous having this much contact with her that you can’t even look in her direction.

“Tell me, baby. What’s so heavy on your mind today?”

“I’m just,” you sigh, feeling a tightness deep in your chest, threatening to explode and shatter your ribs into a million tiny pieces. And then you finally look up from your fidgeting hands, making eye contact with Agatha.

You remember. You’re here. This is your safe spot. Agatha is here, and you’re safe with her. One look from her, and the tightness unravels, like a ball of tangled up yarn. She can patiently undo all of your knots and gently even you out again.

Agatha is the only one who can.

“I’m afraid,” you finally blurt out, eyes darting away from her again. Agatha’s grip tightens on your shoulder, not in a threatening way, but to ground you.

“Of what?”

A beat of silence.

You swear you can feel your heartbeat. It feels like it’s thrashing against your ribcage, even though you know that’s anatomically impossible. You take a deep breath. And with your exhale, your insecurities come spilling out.

“Not being good enough. I’m afraid of not being good enough. And disappointing my friends. Enough so that they leave me. They all have better friends anyway. Why stick around with the one who bails out of every plan? The one who can’t even muster enough energy to watch a movie with them for some reason? But then I feel bad about it all, which is stupid, because I’m the one who bails. I don’t even know why I do it. They’ve been so good to me. They’re the reason I get to see you, and this has been one of the best things that’s happened to me,” you admit. “But I still keep pushing them away.”

Agatha hums, thinking over what you’ve said. Her hand rubs your shoulder gently, and you want nothing more than to fully lean into her. But a voice in your head (which sounds a little too much like Monica) tells you not to.

“Has this been a problem for a while?”

“Kinda,” you shrug. “When I’m really overwhelmed with school I tend to shut down more. But it feels like it’s gotten worse lately. Which is really weird, because I feel like when I’m here, all my anxiety gets pushed away. Then it just comes back when I start trying to hang out with the others.”

“Maybe we should focus more on the things that make you feel good, rather than what doesn’t,” Agatha suggests. You don’t look up at her again, but you nod. “You say you feel better when you’re here, right? We can have longer sessions, if you’d like.”

“Maybe. It actually helped a lot when we talked outside of our appointments,” you admit. “But I don’t want to be constantly bothering--”

“Sweetheart, you’re never a bother to me,” Agatha interrupts before you dare finish your sentence. “That’s why I’m here. I’d love to talk to you more outside of the office. Is there anything else that you can think of that helps?”

“I...I’m not sure,” you whisper. “I’ve never been really good at the whole ‘self-care’ thing. I’d honestly prefer if there was just a way for someone else to do all that for me, y’know?”

If you were looking at her, you would’ve been able to see Agatha’s eyes light up at what you said. Instead, you feel her hand touch your face, and she tilts your head so that you’re facing her again. You try to blink away the few tears that have formed against your will without her noticing, but of course she doesn’t miss it. Her thumbs wipe them away as they fall, and you tremble under her touch.

“I think that I might have an idea that will work for you,” Agatha says. You furrow your eyebrows at her, silently asking for her to elaborate. “A way I can take care of you, when you can’t do it yourself. A distraction from all those noisy thoughts inside of your head.”

“Oh,” you wrack your brain trying to figure out what she’s getting at. It sounds promising, though, being distracted from your anxiety long enough to clear your head. “Okay.”

“Wonderful. Now, get on your knees.”

Wait.

“What?”

“Do you trust me?” Her hand trails down from cradling your face to resting on your neck. You can feel her fingers twitching against your throat, like she’s trying to resist the urge to squeeze.

“I don’t know,” you gulp. Fingers twitch against your throat again. Suddenly, those fleeting fantasies that you’ve failed to force out of your mind are much closer to reality than you ever imagined they would be. “I mean, I do trust you! I just don’t think this is something we’re allowed to do.”

“I think I know the rules of this a bit better than you do, honey,” Agatha looks at the framed degrees on her wall pointedly. “Besides, this method worked wonders with Wanda.”

“Really?” you pull away from her. You recall the way that Wanda mentioned how Agatha would text her and meet up with her the same way that she does with you.

Was this Agatha’s endgame the whole time?

“Yep. You can ask her yourself, I’m sure she’d tell you how much she loved it,” Agatha winks.

There are about a million thoughts running through your head right now. You know that it’s wrong. Hell, Agatha could lose her career for this, maybe even worse. But it’s also something that you’ve wanted since that first session. Maybe if it was just once, no harm would be done? But then, if someone like Monica found out, even one time could put you and Agatha in hot water.

Every conflicting thought in your head is too loud, and you don’t even realize that your breathing has picked up. It’s all too loud, too much to think about. You can’t make this decision.

As if she can read your mind, Agatha moves closer to you again, stroking your face and kissing your cheek softly. Your eyes flutter close at the tender contact, and you calm down enough to steady your breathing back to normal.

The way your world centers again helps you finally realize that you don’t want to make this decision. You want - need - Agatha to choose for you.

You look up at her pleadingly, fighting for the words to ask her to take control. Luckily, she understands, whispering praise as she guides you strip and kneel in front of the couch. Her hands glide teasingly over your body as she helps take your shirt and jeans off, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

She won’t let you shy away from her either, leaving kisses and bites along your skin when you try to cover yourself as your clothes are tossed to the floor piece by piece. Once your underwear has come off, you finally kneel in the spot she’s told you to, and watch as she goes to her desk to get something.

“You look so perfect on your knees for me, baby. I could keep you like this for hours,” Agatha says when she comes back into your vision. Your core aches for attention, only growing needier by the second. You whine at her proposition. She just laughs, sitting down on the couch again and patting your cheek. “Don’t worry, honey. I won’t do that to you today. Now, come sit in mommy’s lap.”

You scramble to obey her, straddling her lap and waiting eagerly for your next instructions. Her fingers run through your folds, collecting the wetness that’s gathered there and teasing around your clit. You try not to grind against her hand, biting your lip to hold back a moan when she dips two fingertips into your eager cunt.

“Ah ah, no,” Agatha scolds you. You frown, scrunching your face in confusion. She can’t resist kissing the tip of your nose before explaining, “Don’t hold back from me. I want to hear you.”

“But what if someone catches us?”

“That’s for me to worry about,” Agatha assures you. Her fingers push all the way into you, and you drop your head against her shoulder and groan into her neck. “All you have to worry about is being a good girl for me.”

You nod and let yourself moan against Agatha’s skin as she starts pumping into you. Her fingers are so long and feel so good stretching your pussy. She starts curling them inside of you, and you can feel your thighs shaking when she picks up the pace. The dark purple sweater that she’s wearing feels soft in your fists as you hold onto her for dear life, like you’re afraid of being so overcome by pleasure that you evaporate.

“God, look at you,” Agatha practically growls. Suddenly, your cunt is empty, and you can’t help whimpering. You watch as she brings her fingers to her mouth and sucks your juices off of them, cunt clenching when you hear her moan for the first time. “Shit, baby. I don’t know how I’m going to be able to resist you ever again after tasting that pussy.”

“You don’t have to, mommy.” The title falls from your lips easily. Agatha’s hand that was steading your hips tightens, leaving little crescent shaped marks where her short nails dig into your skin. “I’m yours.”

“Say it again,” Agatha orders, fingers diving back into your cunt. This time, she has three fingers buried inside of you, and you feel so full and so good that you’re almost tempted to ask for another finger. Before you can even think about it, you feel vibrations against your clit and practically scream from how good it feels. Agatha presses the vibrator harder against you as she fucks you with her fingers, repeating darkly, “Say it again, slut. Tell me who you belong to.”

“You! I belong to you, Agatha.”

“What about this pussy, hm?”

“You own my pussy, mommy,” you moan as she ups the intensity of the vibrator. You know that you must be dripping now. You can hear how wet you are as Agatha thrusts into you, and you must be soaking Agatha’s pants, but she doesn’t seem to care. “You own all of me. I-I…”

The words are lost in your throat as Agatha captures your lips, swallowing the moans that spill from your mouth. She barely pulls back, lips still grazing your own, as she asks, “What is it, baby? What do you need?”

“Need to cum, mommy, please. I need it so bad,” you whine, completely lost in the haze of submission. The only thing that you can think about is Agatha and her fingers that are sending pleasure through your entire body.

“Yes, baby. Come for me,” Agatha mumbles against your lips, kissing you again as she curls her fingers inside of you rapidly, pressing against the spot against your walls that you can never quite reach yourself.

The orgasm that takes over your body erupts so suddenly that you have to cling to Agatha to stay upright. She yanks the vibrator away, but her fingers stay inside of you, pumping slowly still as your body shakes with your climax. Agatha groans at the way your walls clench her fingers, thinking of all the ways she can stretch you out later.

As you come down from your high, your head feels so fuzzy that you only vaguely register Agatha removing her fingers. Your thighs are sticky, and there are beads of sweat running down your body, but you don’t care. Agatha doesn’t seem to either, pulling you so that you’re pressed almost completely against her while she cradles your head and strokes your hair. She coos praises in your ear, and it makes your entire being feel like it's floating among the clouds.

“Thank you,” you finally mumble into her neck, voice hoarse from exhaustion. Agatha just kisses your temple and pulls you impossibly closer.

“Of course, darling. You’re mine now, and I’m going to take such good care of you.”

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Tolerate it

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Summary: Nobody said marriage was easy, but no one ever said it would be this hard. Based on Taylor Swift's song 'Tolerate it.'

Warnings: angst

Word Count: 2,575

↳ Please, be aware that English isn't my first language, fell free to tell me if there are any mistakes.

You were on the porch, sitting on the rocking sofa, pretending to read a book while the dinner food warmed up in the oven. From time to time, you turned your eyes from the book to face the street, expecting to see Natasha's car parking in front of the house.

It was after eight o'clock and she still wasn't home, staying late at work was one of her new habits. You didn't know if you hated it or not. Not having Natasha around was hard, and having to see her with her distant behavior towards you was also hard. You only needed to decide which one was harder.

The only thing you could do to distract your mind from all the bad things that were going on in your life was to clean the house, cook meals, read on the porch, and take care of the garden. In fact, you thought this was the least you should do, especially since Natasha was working twice as hard to pay all the bills.

Becoming a housewife was certainly a long way from your plans, but the country was in crisis and the unemployed were on the rise. You did job interviews every week, but never passed one. You recently had read in the newspaper that half of the state's population would end the year unemployed, these were difficult times.

However, it wasn't so bad to polish plates until they were gleam and glisten, or to gossip about the neighborhood with Agatha Harkness, or to make big meals instead of just ordering take-out. If Natasha valued your effort, you would have gotten used to that life easily, but since she didn't, it wasn't worth a damn.

You were trying your hardest to please her. You decorated the house the way she liked it best, cooked her favorite meals, let her choose the music everytime you both were driving, used her favorite perfume even though it was the most expensive one, and always let her eat the last piece of cake. But no matter how hard you tried, Natasha never seemed satisfied.

You didn't remember when your wedding turned out like this, you begging to have a real conversation that showed any little glimpse into her life, instead of just a brief hi before she was out again.

Sometimes you remembered your happy moments together, when Natasha really opened up to you and didn't push you away, you secretly loved when she placed a long kiss in your temples and told the stupidest jokes just to make you laugh.

Where did all that go? Because now Natasha barely looked you in the eyes. Was it something you said that made her stay away or did she meet someone else? Or perhaps, she was still in love with some ex girlfriend? Or all of this was just in your head and she was only tired from working so damn much?

You sighed heavily as your thoughts consumed you. You weren't even paying attention to the book in front of you, just turning the pages without even reading a full sentence. The cold night wind made your skin crawl, it was getting more and more late and Natasha hadn't arrived home yet.

You peeked inside your own house through the window, the food you had put in the oven was almost ready. With a yawn, you closed the book and got up from the rocking sofa, ready to enjoy dinner alone, since Natasha would probably only be back after midnight.

The noise of the wheels on the cement pavement made you stop walking. You almost slipped the book in your hands when you saw Natasha's fancy car, which she bought with the sweat of her hard work, parking in front of the house.

Your heart raced in your chest the moment Natasha got out of the car. Even with the tired expression of working late, she still managed to be stunning in the moonlight, making you lose your breath when you saw her approaching with a small smile on her beautiful features.

When she finally came face to face with you, you thought for a moment that she was going to kiss you. You even leaned forward a little to feel her sweet lips on yours.

"I'm sorry for being so late." Natasha quickly said, staring away from you and hiding her hands in her pants pocket. "I got stuck at work, you know how it is."

"Oh." You looked down, disappointed by her action. You just wanted to kiss your wife, was that too much to ask? "Yes, I figured."

Natasha's nostrils flickered slightly when a delicious smell infiltrated her nose. "What's smelling so good?" She asked, opening the door of the house, she waited for you to enter first, earning a shy smile from you.

"It's dinner, you arrived just in time." You walked towards the kitchen while she adjusted her suit in a more comfortable way.

After washing your hands, you sat at the table that you prepared with fancy cutlery, the delicious smell of freshly baked food filled the air making your stomach growl with hunger.

Natasha ate the food in silence, your gaze shifting from your plate to her face.

You waited for Natasha to comment on her day, to say something random that had occurred at work, but she remained quiet. The noise of cutlery and chewing food were the only sounds in the dining room.

This time you didn't make any small talk, you imitated Natasha's quiet demeanor. You thought she would miss you talking about your monotonous day, but she didn't. It was pretty much possible that she hadn't even noticed that you were quiet.

Natasha wiped her mouth with her napkin, and finally turned her eyes away from her plate to look at you. "The food is really good." She said, almost finished eating.

You smiled sheepishly at her. At least she had the decency to compliment the food. "Thank you."

And those were the only words the two of you exchanged during dinner. Natasha didn't bother to ask what you spent the entire afternoon doing, she didn't kiss your temples, much less tell a stupid joke to make you laugh.

She just sat in her chair and ate the food that you had so lovingly prepared, using the fancy cutlery you had put on the table. And you, sitting across from her, watched her tolerate it all.

Natasha was lying on the bed with her head low, reading her book, too focused on the story to pay attention to you.

You were sitting in the armchair near the window and not far from the fireplace, watching Natasha, noticing everything she did and didn't do. Her diaphragm moved as her breathing slowed, sometimes her lips moved to try to read a difficult word more easily, and her eyebrows occasionally furrowed slightly as she read.

It must be a good book, you thought, since she couldn't take her eyes off the pages for a minute.

With a sigh, you got up from your chair and went to the bathroom to brush your teeth. After that, when you returned to the room, Natasha was in the same position as before.

"I'm tired." You said, getting her attention. Natasha's eyes finally stopped giving attention to the book, she looked at you surprised, as if she had forgotten you were there. "I'm going to sleep."

"Oh." Natasha spoke. "Goodnight, Y/N."

No kisses or hugs, no pet names, no reluctance for you to stay awake with her. Just Goodnight, Y/N.

You turned off your lamp and sat up in bed.

It felt like Natasha had stuck a dagger in your chest, and it squeezed every day that she was distant with you, every day that she didn't kiss you, or didn't care to ask how you were doing. The blade of the dagger pierced your skin, suffocating you with pain, and often you thought you would die before it even reached your heart.

All you had to do was remove the dagger, one pull would be enough for this silent torture to end.

No, you thought, Natasha is older and wiser, she knows better than me. She would have the courage to say that things were no longer the same, right? Maybe that was the way the marriage was and you were just paranoid.

But if marriage really was like that, you would prefer to be alone. Because being alone would be better than living with someone who tolerates your presence all the time.

"You don't love me anymore." The words came out of your mouth before you could contain them, they were loud and clear, your tone of voice didn't show all the pain you were feeling as you made that painful statement.

You instantly turned your body towards Natasha, there was no way she couldn't have heard what you had just said. She remained sitting on the bed, finding it difficult to look you in the eye.

Natasha closed the book quietly and put it on the bedside table, your words were difficult to digest. She could say that you were crazy for saying such a thing.

But it turned out that your statement wasn't crazy. And Natasha's silence was enough for you to realize that.

"God, I thought it was just a thing in my head!" You spoke, your voice breaking as you held back the tears that desperately wanted to overflow your face. "Please Nat, tell me I'm crazy, tell me I've got it wrong, tell me that you love me."

Just like you, Natasha was also with teary eyes. It hurt her seeing you so fragile, with your voice trembling because of her. Natasha never wanted to cause you pain.

"If I say that, it won't be true. And I could never lie to you."

You rose from the bed indignantly. "But clearly you can pretend that I don't exist!" You started walking towards the closet, taking your clothes out of there. Natasha followed your footsteps. "You could have been honest from the beginning, but you waited for me to take the initiative to finally leave us in ruins!" You shouted as you grabbed your clothes, placing them on the bed, until you picked up a suitcase that was stored on the top shelf of the closet you and Natasha shared.

You threw your clothes into the suitcase, Natasha watched you in silence, she didn't try to stop you, which made everything even worse. It meant that she didn't care if you left or not.

You looked deeply into Natasha's green eyes, she held your gaze, not once looking away. "You're a coward." You spat the words in her face, as if they were poison.

Natasha didn't defend herself, she just stood there, watching the tears streaming down your face. You were right, she was a damn coward for letting you suffer all this time, testing your limits, to see how far you could take her cold and distant behavior.

"Is there someone else?" You asked, after you finished packing your bag.

"No." Natasha said, firmly. She would never cheat on you, even if she didn't have any feelings for you anymore. "There's no one."

You wished she had cheated on you, the pain would certainly be much less. But Natasha didn't stop loving you because she found someone else, she just... simply stopped loving you for no reason at all.

Natasha's calmness made you feel even more irritated, all that seemed so natural to her, like an usual routine.

"I'm going to Agatha's." You said, even though Natasha didn't ask. "I'll pick the rest of my stuff later."

You made mention of leaving the room, but Natasha stopped you by holding your forearm. You looked at her, meeting her green eyes. This was the moment she'd tell you she was sorry, that she'd try to make things better, that she'd prove herself worthy of your love again. And you would be reluctant to give her a second chance with you, but eventually you would give in, because after all, she was Natasha Romanoff, the woman you married and vowed to love every day.

You waited for Natasha to beg for your forgiveness, but when her lips moved, she said: "Go with my car, it's cold, and you're in your pajamas."

You huffed. Was that serious? Was that all she had to say to you? After all you had been through together, this was the goodbye she was going to give you?

You pulled your arm away from Natasha's touch. The whole thing was ridiculous, the whole situation seemed like a bad nightmare that didn't end. You thought that you and Natasha would live happily ever after, not the other way around.

That woman, who was following you as you made your way out of the house, was not the woman you had fallen in love with.

You didn't do what Natasha asked, you went to Agatha's house by foot, your face wet with tears and wearing your baggy pajamas.

On the porch, Natasha saw you leaving, she noticed that your steps were hurried, almost determined. She watched the evening wind ruffle your hair, you were leaving for good. Natasha only hoped that you would realize that this situation was also difficult for her. She still loved you, but not in the same way that you loved her- at least that was what she believed - and she only hoped that you could understand that.

Natasha waited for you to look back, she had regretted it. You deserved a better farewell than that, a decent last fight. Apparently not even that she was able to give you. She had noticed the attempts you had made to please her over the past few months, and it only made Natasha realize even more how unworthy she was of your love.

Natasha knew that your love should be celebrated, and that was the last thing she was doing. You deserved to be loved the right way, and she hated herself for not being capable of doing that.

If you looked back, Natasha would say all this. She would make you understand her motives, she would scream and cry, beg for your forgiveness, beg you not to hold a grudge against her. And maybe, in the middle of all this, she would realize that she loved you, she was just afraid that her love wasn't enough.

That's why Natasha hadn't ended things earlier, she didn't want to let you go, because deep down she still was high over heels in love with you.

You just needed to look back, so that she could have the courage to say it.

You walked slowly towards Agatha's house, some part of you thought that Natasha would regret it, that she would scream your name and ask you to stay.

You had finally pulled the dagger out of your chest, you were free. However, as strange as it seemed, there was no feeling of happiness in that, only the emptiness of where the blade used to be.

You were determined, tomorrow you would have to look for a lawyer, you could visualize yourself signing the divorce papers, and never seeing Natasha in your life again.

The thought of looking at her one last time crossed your head, you knew she was watching you leave.

But the thought was just that; a thought and nothing else.

You didn't look back.

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starshipsofstarlord · 3 years

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the age old divine

hela x hecate!reader x agatha harkness / masterlist

summary; the mass of murdered witches draws your attention, shooting down to earth to speculate the scene. two goddesses, and a outcast witch, need i say more? / warnings; death, smut, threesome, biting, blood, threatening, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, squirting

“dead, dead, dead.” the goddess of death herself spoke, as she traipsed through the loitering of witch carcasses. despite her words, her dark eyes showed anything but pity, rather what was bestowed upon her power endorsing pools was amusement. the scene was quite satisfying to her, it was a certainty that she would not be one to complain about the number of bodies.

“say it with a little less stride in your tone, these are my children. they were gifted magic by my hand, and now all that reprise has gone to waste.” you bit verbally at the daughter of odin, looking respectfully down upon the slaughtered. “only one of their own coven could have strung them to her heart so enthrallingly, we have to find the witch.”

“isn’t all this hocus pocus your jurisdiction? there is no we when it comes to reprimanding the order of this nature.” hela responded, brushing her hair back into its tarantula alike webbing. “hurry now, so we can carry on with our reckoning of the realms, earth is rather dirtying my feet with distaste for the humans that loiter pathetically on this planet.”

“oh hush, just because you are your daddy’s number one executioner does not mean that structured by your thoughts, that life is a waste. mortals may not be gifted with long life, nor the representation of elaborate thinking, however there is some beauty to their weak race.” a rustle in the bushes had you snapping your head to the side, focalising on the greenery as a nervous shake prompted the arms.

“there is no beauty to avid weakness.” hela noticed the listener’s location too, though she continued to speak as though it were a regular conversation at one of asgard’s infamous banquets. “nor hiding from those that reign higher in a seam of nature. come out little witch, and show us that digressed face of yours.”

“hela.” thoughtlessly elbowing the executioner, your thoughts drifted to her borderline mistake. the witch could attempt to escape after her whereabouts being called out, though perhaps you should have had more faith in the face of death, for a ragged haired, young woman approached from her hiding spot, seemingly worried for her own safety.

her eyes drifted over the various bodies that she had cast from life, and then they landed on you. instantly she recognised the description that your form visibly upheld, she had heard various tales and stories about you as a child, the mother of the witches.

“agatha harkness.” you knew her name, inside she panicked, it felt as though she were to be punished for her sins. but with one flick of your enchanted wrist, the evidence of her reprisal disappeared, her mother’s corpse turning into nothing more than a wisp drifting through the air. “i suppose it is you that had vanquished your family, may i, the sorceress over all, get an answer to why?”

agatha fumbled her shoulders for a second, as she thought of the best response that she could possibly bestow. she couldn’t say that she had seen the darkhold, nor disobeyed the ways of her coven, that would only make her appear as the villain. “well, are you going to tell me, or am i going to have to take a peak in that chaotic mind of yours?” your tone was harsh, as your demanding eyes bore into her.

from beside you, hela tutted, as she nonchalantly picked at her nails. “aren’t you the one always telling me to have patience?” out of all times, this was when the goddess had to intervene, it seemed as though she herself had no patience to sit there and allow you to carry on. after all, as she had spoken, this was your area, not hers.

“shut it.” the demand provoked the woman that lurched death upon her victims, she was fast to swoon forwards and cast her tough hand upon your jaw. her impending pupils glazed over, washing over with dominance, as her spare hand reached out, shaking her pointer finger at agatha, whom had tried to creep away from the debacle scene.

“not so fast little witch, i want to show you how weak and vulnerable your deity is in my hands. one snap and i could break this pretty neck of hers; and that would be such a shame.” hela hissed, sinking her teeth into your chin, hard enough to cause a puncture mark to render your flesh, with your crimson humanity lightly escaping from the small wound.

the goddess of death threw you upon the ground, as you turned and glared at the witch, who remained frozen at the play that was rolling out before her eyes. hela sunk onto her knees, grasping the crooks of your ankles to pull you closer, straddling you to permit no option of escape.

“i thought that you were smart enough not to talk back to me y/n, but it appears that i, like the ways of my forefathers, was wrong. did all those lessons i introduce you to amount to nothing?” her porcelain hands tore at your white robe, exposing your nudity to the crisp air, that sent ripples of bumps along your immortal skin. “i will bend and break you until you understand. i will rip everything away from you, until you see that your whimsical tricks are nothing in compared to what i am able to do.”

a whine escaped your lips, and agatha’s eyes widened. she shouldn’t be witnessing this, much less standing by as her legendary, tale told idol fumbled beneath a mass of dark seduction, braced to be as barren of clothing as you were the day that you had been birthed as a symbolic presence within the universe.

“get off of me, otherwise i shall inform the hellish mould of the devil’s crown how to defeat you; you and i both know that ragnarok will have you splitting in half like a fallen icicle.” the threat, albeit honest, was half empty, like a cauldron with the incorrect ingredients. hela could only smirk at the predicament that you had adjourned into the compass of.

her suspicious hand slithered down your body like an albino serpent, cradling the mound of your inherited artefact, rubbing her murderous thumb upon your rose, toying cantankerously with the petals, pricking at them like established thorns, drawing a spike in your breath. agatha rubbed her thighs together, trapping her full bottom lip between the jailhouse of her teeth, lightly gnawing upon her own flesh.

“get off of you, or get you off into a climactic example of true ecstasy, that is not accompanied by vengeful curses, nor midnight felines that bring the warning of arising karma?” she asked teasingly, shaking her deviant head as you thrusted your hip against her hand, rubbing the length of your treasure chest upon her thrilling palm.

“don’t be stereotypical hela, otherwise i will make sure you see some entrapment of your own fears; you and i both know that i am well equipped to take a guess at what they are.” hela prowled her top lip up in the stance of a silent snare, quickly disconcerting her attention away from you in your appeasing pose, as she beckoned the bushy haired witness over, grinning contently when the witch silently complied.

“i suppose you’ve never thought that the night would come where you would see your historical figure writhing under the affections of death. touch her, fulfil the one legacy that you bestow upon your enchanted selves, and serve her.” the woman cloaked in a skin of thin armour spoke, glaring frighteningly up at the witch, with a primal infrastructure edging the outside of her feral orbs.

“i, i, what do i do?” agatha wanted to be certain that the thoughts that ceremoniously rushed to her mind. if she were to worship your body with the passion that she had refrained from sharing with any of her coven, then she wanted to be certain that she knew the extents that she was allowed to perform to. a forbade groan sheathed like a revealed dagger from your mouth, as you located your neck in an alternate position so that you could look at your kin.

“eat my cunt harkness, now, before i decide to punish you for your treacherous sins.” within a minute, she scrambled upon the dirt, clawing her way so that she was met with an inspector’s sight. hela untangled herself from her masterful clothing, basking her body in nudity, as she climbed upon her face, sitting on it as you eagerly began to swipe your tongue through her folds, sucking earnestly at her clit.

agatha found that to be her moment, she craned her head down, swiping her fingers through your self accumulated slick, watching with a transparent gaze as your essence coated the pads of her skin. she delved her face closer, inhaling the immoral scent that radiated from your most intimate parts, tracing your lips with her explorative tongue. the witch hummed, as though she had succeeded at a spell, gasping herself as she felt your hand comb down and pull at her messy locks.

hela ground against your face, half suffocating you, just the way that she liked it. you moaned into her pulsating flesh, inserting your primitive tongue inside her, roaming around the dark caves that staved many secrets, feeling how each one perfectly moulded her soul, and made her into the dependant warrior that she was. it was unarguable, she was a difficult person to get along with, but you could feel the impact that her younger years had shaped her; she had been taught to be this version of death.

but ironically, there was much life in her as she made huffs that she often saved for the episodic scenery of the battlefield, huffing her perky chest out as she felt valhalla erupt in her abdomen, urging her to sink onto your tongue, and use you for her own advantage. agatha was admittedly not doing as bad of a job as you had inwardly predicted, she was eager to please, specifically more so, since it were you, hecate that she was intimately tending to.

you moaned up into hela, lurching your bottom half down and further unto agatha’s in inquisitive face, sending ripples of sound up through the raven haired woman’s sly body, stringing more leverage over her, in more ways than one. a shout bellowed from your chest, as you felt tendrils of aura surround the interior of your stomach, poking it to no end, sending you closer to the edge. witches, you’d show this one in particular.

harkness squealed as she felt a heat penetrate her entire being. she was a witch, you were a deity, that was perception enough that there was a range of power between the two of yours abilities. “hecate.” it was the name that her ancestors had taught her, and thus, the woman used it, trying to mush her not so innocent face back into your pussy in attempts to shut her own self up.

it felt as though the bifrost was soaring through her, sending her to another land; hela came onto your face, mumbling incoherent, presumably dominant, words to herself as you used your oral appendage to help clean her up. “by the dead, are you good at that.” it was far from the first time that she had told you that. agatha was on the route to her second orgasm, the bliss that you intuitively blessed her with had rendered her to a first.

she however continued to bring you to the overall whits of your sexual expression, introducing her fingers into your nest, watching euphorically as they entered you, and sunk delightfully through your folds, being swallowed into the spongey abyss. hela dismounted from your face, tracking over to position herself from behind agatha, turning up the ends of her skirt, throwing the supporting material over her ass, grabbing the cheeks as she pressed a bite into one globe.

the goddess sunk her face into the subsequent area that had been indulged in privacy for far too long, stroking up the ways of agatha’s slick cunt, nibbling upon her clit as the maleficent light you bestowed continued working inside of her. shaking your head, a finish line was installed as you raced towards it, surpassing the line as you pushed the simple witch’s face closer to your heat, coating her lips with your personal gold, forcing the pressure within her to explode.

her body shook as a violent flurry, which was surely anything natural, reckoned her body. juices spurted out behind her, coating hela’s torturous tongue as she pulled away, silently comparing her taste to your own. once more, in an instant, hela was robed once more, as she steadied your knees, pulling you up to your trembling feet. “now that is what i would call a divine intervention.” a smirk riddled your lips as you stood, your robe still torn, exposing the curve, and the entirety to your beautiful breasts; agatha felt as though she were in a trance.

you were so perfect, like all the tales had foretold. hela shook her head at your incensed pun, rolling her eyes at your consistent humour. “i liked this one, she was less bold than the others that we have previously visited.” noted the goddess of death, stepping back and dragging you back with her as a beam of light cascaded down through the sky, ripping the pair of you away from your current destination.

once it disappeared, the pair of you were gone; vanished. though evidence of your presence remained, agatha licked her lips, tasting you, as she simultaneously felt the affect that the pair of you had endured upon her between her dampened legs. it was a day that the stray witch would never forget, it was indeed, a memory that would surpass through her mind as she gained control, and thus more power.

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aethwrs · 3 years

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To dance closely

Agatha Harkness x Reader

A/N: I wasn't actually going to post this because it's not good enough and it's short but I didn't want to delete it either. I'm also working on some other stories at the moment so I didn't want to be inactive here.

TW: none

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From the corner of the big room, a certain brunette witch observed the way you were freely dancing alone at the rhythm of the music, a little smile showing on her face as she sipped her drink and watched your clumsy moves.

The truth is, you had been begging Agatha to go to that new dance club since the day you heard about it and luckily for you, your wife had never been able to resist to the cute face you made whenever you wanted something, so the only option she had was to say yes, but now that she was there, she had to accept that it was a nice place.

While she was still wandering in her thoughts, Agatha noticed how the lights went low and the song changed, the rhythm was now slow and calm, completely changing the ambient of the room. Looking over to the dancefloor, she couldn’t find you. Where did you go?

Her question was quickly answered when she felt someone patting her shoulder and when she turned around, there you were. Your arm extended towards her while you offered her your hand, a playful smirk on your lips as you looked at your confused wife.

“Miss Harkness, would you dance with me?” You asked, only to see her shake her head no with a frown.

“I don’t know how to dance, love” Agatha answered, her facial expressions softening as she gave you a quick smile, watching your slight disappointment. The last time she remembered dancing with you was at your wedding, which was several years ago.

“Nonsense, let’s try, just once” With the intention of not taking another ‘no’ for an answer and without giving her any chance to speak, you wrapped your arm around her waist and led her to the dance floor, ignoring her complaints.

"Y/n..." she whispered, looking around and at the other couples who were dancing.

"It's just a dance" you whispered to her as you positioned yourself to dance, her hands resting on you waist while yours were resting gently around her neck. She pulled you closer by your waist, letting her forehead rest against yours as you were held together in rhythm, without ever separating your body from each other’s.

Making eye contact for just a short moment, you could see how her baby blue eyes glowed in the dim light of the room. Those eyes that you saw every day when you woke up, but that never stopped making you fall in love even more. You remember how tired they look in the mornings when you wake up, but also the love they express all the time.

As much as she refused at the beginning, Agatha had to accept that having you this close was one of the best sensations she knew. Yes, the sensation of magic running through her veins was wonderful, but it was nothing compared to how the warmth of your body felt next to hers and the way you made her heart beat faster with the slightest gesture of love.

So no, she definitely didn't hate dancing. Not if she was with you.

In the moment, neither of you thought about anything other than the present, ignoring everything as if you were the only two people dancing in the room.

It was just the two of you, hugging each other like you depended on it. Agatha's hand was now caressing your cheek as she smiled, looking at you with oh so much love and adoration.

Noticing her gaze on you and her complete silence, you couldn't help but worry a bit.

"Agatha...is everything okay?" You whispered to her, a half smile plastered on your face despite your mild confusion.

"I love you" She blinked and fixed her gaze on you again, her hand still tracing little circles on your cheek, the statement making you smile widely. "Even after you've dragged me to this dance floor"

"I know you're enjoying this, plus it can't be that bad."

"I never said it was bad" she winked and brought one of your hands to her mouth, placing a small kiss on the back of it before turning around and leaving you.

You would be lying if you said that Agatha's attempt at seduction and her victorious smile didn't leave you waiting for more than the simple kiss she gave you before heading to the tables.

But she was trying to tempt you, and needless to say, she was good at it. So even if you wanted to win, the victory was already hers and she did know it.

"Won't you come?" She asked you with a mocking expression disguised as innocence as she saw your obvious frustration, not that you were angry. It was definitely not that.

"You'll be the death of me, Harkness" you told her as you walked over to Agatha and wrapped your arm around her shoulder, ready to leave.

"Should I take that as a compliment?" She asked you still mockingly as she led you to the car, giggling when she heard your annoyed sigh. "Come on, our son probably misses us"

"Mr. Scratchy is demon in the shape of a bunny, I'm sure he's fine, dear" You responded when you sat in the car seat, receiving a look of false disapproval from the brunette.

"Should I remind you that the last time we left him alone, he broke half of your shoes?"

"Right" It was true, the last time you two went out, the rabbit took the best chance of his life and decided he would eat more than half of your shoes, leaving them completely ruined. "That little demon"

"Quite literally a demon" Your wife said before she started driving home.

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cinderella

lady tremaine

silence and patience, pining and desperately waiting — as you waved your way through the crowd, the feeling of someone staring at you had crossed your mind. you looked behind, and everyone was either busy dancing or chattering. maybe it wasn’t you who they were staring at.

love has gone and the remaining memories are painful — a story of how wickedness planted its seed in lady tremaine’s heart.

indiana jones and the kingdom of the crystal skull

irina spalko

fight so dirty, but your love’s so sweet — indiana jones and the kingdom of crystal skull au.

divine intervention — the knowledge-seeking woman gets what she wants, and more.

glass onion: a knives out mystery

claire debella

sweet like candy in my veins (18+)

sweet like candy in my veins pt. 2

fated (18+) — claire takes home with her a little more than memories from this greek island getaway.

marvel

mrs. fletcher

eve fletcher

i can keep a secret, can you? (18+) — the camgirl that helps Eve edge into oblivion every night changes her life in more ways than one.

downtown (18+) — being under eve fletcher's desk while you eat her out...

double trouble (w/ agatha harkness) — period cramps are the worst, but luckily, you have the two bestest girlfriends in the world.

blowout — eve has special plans for your birthday.

start me up and watch me go (18+) — car sex with eve <3

nightmare alley

lilith ritter

so pure, so dirty and raw (18+) — the succubus in your sleep usually doesn’t speak.

i did something bad — lilith headcanons

ocean's 8

the lord of the rings/the hobbit

galadriel

admire you from afar — the fellowship teases you about your crush on lady galadriel.

let the wind carry the words i have — you and the lady of lothlorien had been dancing around each other for a millennium now, neither of you ready to acknowledge your feelings for one another. or, none of you wanted to be the first to confess.

let them catch wind of our love — galadriel can be a bit protective and jealous when it comes to you, though she won’t admit it.

gold rush — the level of intimacy between you and your childhood friend and king thranduil stirs up an unknown feeling within galadriel.

miscellaneous

brie evantee

what a zinger — a dinner with the brie evantee. gay awakening ensues.

marion loxley

aimed at my heart — the hammering of your heart was so fast you don’t know if it was because of the adrenaline, the happiness from your achievement, or the feeling of marion in your arms. maybe all three.

hange zoë

love you for a long time — nothing new, just hange and you being oblivious idiots and levi (disgusted and) tired of it.

addison montgomery

request denied — you wanted to be on dr. montgomery's service for the day, but you don't have a say on the matter – bailey's the boss.

jennifer barkley

reset, restart, replay — you were sure you had mastered the no strings attached formula, but this was different. jennifer barkley was a different equation.

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galactic-magick · 3 years

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Remember Me: Agnes/Agatha Harkness x Reader

Request: Ok so I have this idea for a wandavision fic. Agatha had a wife prior to westview, and the wife comes looking for her and gets zapped into the hex. The wife loses all memories prior to westview so when she sees Agnes for the first time she’s like head over heels in love with her all over again. Agnes of course absolutely recognizes her and remembers everything and decides to woo her wife into marrying her again. Of course shenanigans ensue. Also Agatha doesn’t want to just give her wife’s memories back cause she wants to protect her. I also think the wife’s personality is pretty opposite to Agnes’s, I see her as more quite and innocent, but still bubly and positive. I know this is a lot lol but I just think it would make a great fanfic!

Summary: You and Agatha have been married for years, but a rough fight causes you to take a break for a while. When you’re ready to try again you go looking for her, but accidentally get sucked into the hex in the process and lose all your memories.

Words: 3.6k+

Warnings: spoilers, some angst

Author’s Notes: This fic got pretty long cuz I just kinda ran with this amazing idea, hope you enjoy!

Taglist: @nyx-aira @midnight-lestrange @thestrangeundoing @dreamydanvers @sleep-deprived-athlete @dr-robotnik-said-hella @fallingfor-fics @p-nymph @thelanawinterrs @sunproud

You feel…lost.

It’s as if something was at the tip of your tongue, something extremely important was on your mind a few minutes ago, but you can’t think of it for the life of you.

You’ve always struggled with directions, so you know you probably took a wrong turn. You remember driving into a town called Westview, and you’re pretty sure you’re here now, but your mind feels fuzzy. You can’t recall anything that happened to you before driving here. Your body feels like it got ripped apart and put back together, if that’s even possible.

You try your best to shrug off your concerns, and you start to feel more and more at home here. You know what, you have been here your whole life. You grew up here, you have friends here, and you never want to leave.

Despite that, though, you have no idea where your house is. You drive around, searching for anything that looks familiar, to no avail.

You see a woman picking some flowers outside, so you pull over and get out to talk to her.

“Good afternoon!” you wave. “I don’t believe we’ve met, I’m Y/N,”

“Hello!” she smiles. “I’m Wanda. Are you one of my neighbors?”

“Oh, um, yeah! I’m in the neighborhood,” you nod. “Those flowers are beautiful. Is there a special occasion?”

“Yes, actually! It’s me and my husband’s anniversary today! I’m planning a romantic evening to surprise him when he gets home. One of my other neighbors gave me some ideas and tips,” she laughs. “Oh there she is again!”

You turn around to look at the house next door, and see the most beautiful human being you’ve ever seen in your life. There’s something familiar about her, like a distant memory. She waves at Wanda, but when she sees you she stares. She can’t take her eyes of you, like she’s seeing a ghost.

“Agnes! Come here a second!” Wanda calls her over. “This is Y/N, she also lives around here. Have you met?”

“Oh…”

She’s wearing a gorgeous yet simple plaid dress, and her smile is captivating. There’s a gleam in her eyes that’s magical, and you find yourself falling a little too hard for someone you just met. You’re not usually the type to lay your heart down so quickly, but something about her is different.

“Oh, no! I don’t think we have!” Agnes snaps out of her trance and shakes your hand. “I’m Agnes,”

“Y/N,”

“Lovely to meet you,” she momentarily turns her attention back to Wanda. “Now, is there anything else you need for tonight? Extra candles, more magazines, makeup?”

“Some more candles would be amazing, thank you,”

“Great, I’ll drop them off in a bit,” Agnes glances at you again. “Would you like me to walk you home, darlin?”

“Sure,” you start walking together down the sidewalk. “I’m sorry if this is weird, but I feel like I know you from somewhere,”

“Do you now?”

“Maybe you just have one of those faces,” you sigh. “Anyway, I honestly can’t remember where my house is. I’ve always been bad with directions,”

“Did you just move here recently?”

“Maybe?” you scratch your head. “I…think I’ve always been here, but maybe I left and came back. Is it weird that I can’t remember?”

“Not at all,” she smiles. “Is this it?”

You look, and there’s a house just a few down from Wanda’s that you can almost swear wasn’t there before. But it looks like home, it looks familiar.

“Yes! This is it!” you race up to the door, and find a key that fits perfectly in your pocket. “How’d you know this was mine?”

“I just had a feeling,” she says.

“Well, thank you very much,” you reply, about to close the door.

“Wait,”

“Hmm?”

“Would you like to get some ice cream tomorrow?”

You nod, a bit surprised she’s so interested in you, “Sure,”

You meet up again at the ice cream parlor the next day, and you’re shocked when you get there that Agnes has already ordered your favorite, and a couple scoops are in your grasp within a few minutes.

You sit down together and start eating it, “How’d you know this was my favorite?”

“Oh…um, you just seem like that kind of gal?” she takes a spoonful of her own.

When you’re both done, you take a walk around town, waving to other people you think you’ve seen in the neighborhood. It feels a little strange that you’re hanging out with Agnes for hours as if you’ve been friends for years, but at the same time it feels so right. It’s almost like she knows everything about you already, yet everything is still a mystery.

Later in the afternoon you attend the talent show together, and you find yourself laughing especially at Wanda and her husband Vision’s performance. Some of their tricks fool you enough into thinking they might be real, but how could they be? Magic is all just a trick on the eyes, isn’t it?

You say goodbye to everyone and turn in for the night, and you have a strange dream.

Agnes is there, but she looks different. Older? Younger? You’re not sure.

She smiles at you, and takes your face in her hands. She presses a kiss to your lips, and doesn’t let you go until you can’t breathe.

You continue to see snippets of you and her together, each time in a different place, maybe even a different era. You’re happy, it seems, the love is deep and strong, something so good you didn’t think it could exist.

Until the last one.

You’re yelling at each other, but you can’t make out the words, not even your own. You can almost feel tears streaming down your cheeks, and Agnes takes her bags and leaves. You fall on the couch, completely miserable. You can’t tell what happened, but the aching in your chest is enough to tell it was the worst thing you’ve ever experienced.

When you wake up the next morning, you don’t remember anything.

The world is now in color, but you honestly can’t recall what it looked like yesterday, so it doesn’t seem strange to you.

You get a call from Wanda telling you she’s pregnant, and you congratulate her excitedly. She asks you to keep it under wraps except for close friends, which makes sense since it’s so early on.

Even though you have plenty of time before the baby arrives, you decide to go out to the store and pick out some stuff you could give her. You’ve never had children of your own so you’re not sure exactly what she’d need, but you know the basics, like clothes, teething toys, and blankets.

You look through the racks and piles, picking out a few things you think would be cute.

“Don’t tell me you’re pregnant now too, hun,”

You jump, and you see Agnes behind you.

“Oh! Agnes, hi!” you exhale quickly. “No, no, I’m not. I’m just picking up some things for Wanda. Maybe we could plan her a little baby shower or something?”

“I’m just kidding, hun. And that’s a great idea!” she pushes her cart forward a bit. “I’ll catch up with you later, okay?”

You nod as she hurries away.

As you’re walking home, you see Agnes chatting with one of your other neighbors, Herb. You don’t particularly hear or care what they’re saying, but you stop in your tracks when you see something purple coming out of Agnes’s fingers.

Herb’s eyes roll back for a moment, and then they carry back on in conversation. After a few minutes Vision runs out of the house and talks to them a bit, then they all go their separate ways.

Maybe you were just seeing things, but something about that interaction was really weird.

You catch up with Agnes down the street, saying hello and asking how she is. She doesn’t seem to know you saw what happened, so you decide to ask yourself.

“What was that purple stuff coming out of your hands?”

“What?” she chuckles, scoffing as if you’re crazy. “What are you talking about?”

“I was walking by Wanda’s house earlier and I saw you talking to Herb, and there was something coming out of your hands. Maybe it was just weird light or reflections or something-“

“Oh, yes, that must be it,” she pats your shoulder. “Say, how about we grab some dinner or something?”

“Really?”

She raises a hand and strokes your head and hair, and it feels like a wave of calm rushes over you. She murmurs some words you can’t understand, and you forget what you were going to say.

“What was that for?” you giggle, cheeks flushing a bit at her tender touch.

“Oh, there was just something stuck in your hair, dear,”

“Agnes,” you say, after taking the last bite of your dinner. You’ve had a wonderful night, you don’t think you’ve smiled and laughed so much in your life, and she makes your heart feel like it’s transcending to peak happiness.

“Hmm?”

“I really love hanging out with you,” you’re too nervous to say the actual words you want to say, and you desperately hope she understands.

“I love hanging out with you too,” she reaches for your hand. “I’ve missed you,”

You cock your head, “What do you mean?”

“Oh, nothing,” she laughs. “It’s just…been awhile since I’ve had someone in my life that I care about so much,”

You sigh as she squeezes your hand, “Do you believe in soulmates?”

“I might,” she grins. “Why?”

“I just…I know it’s so weird, but I feel like there’s something between us that’s beyond our control, you know?” you talk fast, hoping getting all the words out quickly will help you to say what you’ve wanted to say since you first met. “Maybe we were together in another life, another universe, I don’t know, it’s just…it’s not just me, right?”

She shakes her head, and you can almost see a tear in her eye, “No, it’s not just you,” she kisses the palm of your hand. “I wish I could tell you everything, I really do,”

“What do you mean?”

“But I can’t,” she stands up and waves her hand in front of your face, all memories of your conversation slipping from your mind. “It’s for your own protection sweetheart, I promise. Once I figure out how all this is happening, we can be together again,”

Agnes walks you home that night, but you don’t want to leave. You’ve had such a wonderful time with her, and you can’t bear for it to end.

“Do you want to come inside?” you ask.

“Oh, honey, I don’t think I should,” she laughs.

“Please,” you beg. “Just for a little bit? I have some tea and cookies,”

“Alright,” she sighs. “Just for a little bit,”

You start boiling the water and arrange some cookies on a plate as Agnes sits down on the couch.

“What kind would you like?”

“I’ll take anything,” she says.

You return with a cup and plate for her and plop down on the cushion, “You know I should probably apologize,”

“For what, dear?”

“I just feel like I’ve been a bit forward, which is weird since I’m normally super reserved and shy, but I just feel so comfortable with you, ya know?” you sip your tea. “I feel like I’ve said or done something wrong. I can’t remember what, but I definitely did,”

“Oh darling, no,” Agnes shakes her head. “You’re perfect,”

“Really?”

“Yes, just as you always have been,” she lifts your chin and leans in, capturing your lips. “My everything,”

You never knew what head over heels felt like until now.

You wake up smiling, barely able to contain your emotions. You kissed Agnes last night. You kissed Agnes last night.

You. You did.

You head over to Wanda’s that morning, wanting to meet the twins and give your gifts. When you walk in they’re crying very loudly and Wanda and Vision look stressed out of their minds.

“Hey, Wanda!” you give her a hug. “Baby troubles?”

“Yeah, they just…won’t stop crying,” she sighs in exhaustion.

“Do you need any help?” you ask. “Also, I got you some stuff,” you hand her the gift bag.

“Oh! Thank you so much!” she smiles in appreciation. “And yeah, could you? I’ve tried everything, but if you have any ideas on how to calm them down go for it,”

You start to rock the cradles a bit, when you hear the doorbell ring.

“Hiya kids!” Agnes strolls in. “Hey hun,” she winks at you.

“Oh Agnes!” Wanda says, relieved to have yet another person to help with the situation. “Oh, Y/N, could you actually grab some milk for them? There’s some formula on the counter in the kitchen,”

“Yeah, sure!” you smile at Agnes, your heart pounding a bit before you turn around to make the milk.

As you’re stirring, you hear Vision escalate into a panic, and then it falls mysteriously silent.

“Do you want me to take that again?” you hear Agnes say.

What?

“You want me to hold the babies, should we just take it from the top?”

You hear Wanda laugh and the conversation continues on normally. You finish mixing up the milk and head toward the living room, but you meet Agnes running in to look for some liquor.

“Agnes! What do you think you’re doing?” you whisper.

“What do you mean? I’m just trying to help with the kids, just like you!”

“Yeah, but, you’re acting really weird,” you shake your head, staring at her in disbelief. “What were you talking about in there? Taking it from the top? What does that even mean?”

“Oh, honey, don’t worry. I’m just a little jazzed up today!” she kisses your cheek.

“Y/N! AGNES! The kids are gone!” Wanda gasps.

You rush in, and all of your turn around towards the stairs to see two definitely not baby boys in front of you.

“Ah, kids. You can’t control ‘em, no matter how hard you try,” Agnes chuckles, taking a sip of her drink.

Are you the only one that finds it strange that the twins randomly grew older right in front of you?

That evening you go on another date with Agnes. She doesn’t bring up anything that happened this morning, but she does mention the tragedy of Wanda’s family’s dog passing away. You feel awful, especially since they got him recently.

For the most part it’s a normal date, you’re still very much in love with her and you have an amazing time.

But by the end of it when you’re heading back home, the eerie feeling returns, and you can’t keep ignoring it. You need answers, and you need them now.

“Something’s not right here, Agnes,” you observe. “Everyone here acts weird, especially Wanda and Vision, and even you sometimes. I don’t get it,”

“Darling-“

“No!” you snap. “Every single time I’ve brought up feeling weird with you or in this town in general you distract me so I forget about it. You know something Agnes, I can tell you do. Why won’t you be honest with me? If we’re gonna do this relationship thing, we need to be honest with each other,”

She takes a deep breath, “I can’t,”

“Why not?”

“I can’t now, but I will,” she says. “This weekend, Halloween. Meet me at my house and I’ll tell you and show you everything,”

“Do you promise?”

“Yes, I promise,” she nods, then leans in to kiss you. “I just have to do a few more things first,”

She walks away.

You stand outside her house on Halloween just as she asked, dressed in a cheap witch costume you found in your closet.

“Oh, look at us!” Agnes opens the door, eyeing you up and down and grinning. “We match!”

You laugh as she takes you hand and leads you to her car.

Before she pulls out, she turns to you, a glaze of fear in her eyes.

“Are you sure you want to know everything?”

“Yes,” you nod.

“Okay,” she presses down the pedal and drives.

She passes by all the familiar streets, into the neighborhoods you’ve never seen. There’s people outside that are barely moving, and the farther you go, the more frozen they become. It begins to scare you a bit, but you trust Agnes to explain everything to you when you get to your destination.

She finally stops the car at the last stop sign on the edge of town, and everything ahead looks like an empty field.

“You don’t remember how you got to Westview, do you?” she asks.

“No,” you shake your head. “I think I’ve been here a while, but my past is fuzzy,”

“But somehow you have memories of me?”

“I…” you search your thoughts. “I felt like I recognized you when we first met, yeah. But I don’t think they were actually memories,” you look into her eyes. “Why, do you think they’re real memories or something?”

“I know they are,”

“You mean, we were together before?”

“Yes,” she nods, and her gaze falls to the floor, unable to look at you. “But it didn’t end well. I made a lot of mistakes, and you asked me to leave, so I did. I’ve been all over the place, and I ended up here. Then all of a sudden, you were here too,”

You can’t believe what you’re hearing, “How come I don’t remember any of that?”

“Wanda created and controls this town. She wiped and changed your memories,”

“Wanda?” you scoff. “How would she even do that? And even if someone could do that, why would they? She’s so nice, you really think she’s controlling me?”

“I don’t know how she’s doing it, that’s what I’m trying to find out. But I know it’s her. She’s the only other magical being in this town, and she got her powers from an infinity stone. Maybe it’s just that, maybe she’s a mutant, maybe it’s chaos magic, I don’t know. But she’s the one,”

You shake your head, almost giggling at how ridiculous it sounds, “Agnes, no, you’re not making any sense. Magic? Infinity stones? Mutants? Are you serious? Come on, just tell me the truth,”

“I am telling you the truth,”

“Stop lying to me!” you storm out the car door, walking back towards town. Agnes calls after you, but you keep going. “I can’t be with you if all you’re going to tell me is complete bullshit!”

“Y/N!”

Your feet lift off the ground and you spin around, flying through the air towards her. You scream, and you see that same purple smoke coming out of her fingers that you saw before. She pulls you against her, one arm wrapped around your waist and another cradled around your head.

“It’ll all make sense now, sweetheart,”

She whispers a spell and all the memories flood back into your mind. Your real first meeting, your first kiss, your first date. Your wedding day, your first house. You see every moment, the good and the bad, the way she looked at you like you’re an angel every single day. You relive every anniversary, every holiday together, every tradition you shared, and finally the last moments together, and the day you decided you wanted your beloved wife back.

“Agatha?” you whisper.

“Yes,” she crashes her lips to yours, taking in everything she loves, everything she missed. You wrap your arms around her neck, kissing her deeply, a smile escaping every so often. You don’t care that it’s messy, you don’t care if your teeth get in the way, you’re in love and you never want to let her go again.

“I’m so sorry, darling,” she exhales, breathless.

“No, I’m sorry,” you say between more kisses. “I can’t live without you Agatha. I can’t,”

“It’s okay, we’re together again,” she slithers her fingers into your hair.

“But what now?” you wipe your teary eyes. “If you’re right about Wanda using magic to control everything, what do we do?”

“I’ve been dropping clues to make Vision suspicious, and I’ve been trying to get her to crack,” she says. “I have a feeling she might make it all crumble on her own. If it’s chaos magic like I think it is, it’s unpredictable and she might lose control if she keeps it up much longer,”

“Do you…think she’s doing it on purpose?”

“She has some consciousness of it, yes, but I don’t think she’s trying to hurt anyone,” Agatha replies. “But at the same time, I don’t think she’d hesitate to hurt anyone either if someone threatened her,”

“Oh,” you fall back in her arms a bit so you can look up at her. “How come you didn’t return my memories when we first met again?”

“I wanted to protect you. I was afraid you might get targeted if Wanda found out you remembered who you are, I doubt she’d hurt you but I couldn’t risk it,” she runs her thumb along your cheek. “Plus I thought it might be fun to fall in love with you all over again,”

You laugh, “It was kind of fun,”

She pulls you in for another kiss, “I love you, sweetheart,”

“I love you too,”

She holds you close, making up for all the lost time. You’re not sure what will happen or what you’ll have to deal with next, but you’ll do it together. Always, no matter what.

#agatha harkness x reader #agnes x reader #agatha harkness #agnes #wandavision #wandavision x reader #wandavision spoilers

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supercorps-imaginesetc · 4 years

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Master List

Characters and Pairings Listed: Wanda Maximoff, Agatha Harkness, Jennifer Barkley, Kara Danvers, Lena Luthor, Alex Danvers, Maggie Sawyer, Supercorp, Lena x Alex, Diana Prince, Lena x Diana, Katie McGrath, Melissa Benoist, Katie x Melissa, Katie x Chyler, Morgana Pendragon, Morgana x Gwen, Marley Rose, Marley x Lena, and Lucy Westenra

Wanda Maximoff

I Wanna Lock in Your Love

Agatha Harkness

The Five Love Languages with Agatha Harkness

Jennifer Barkley

Working on a Campaign with Jennifer Barkley Would Include

Kate Bishop

ain't it a waste they'd watch the throwing of the shade? (nfwmb)

Danvers-Luthor!Reader Dating Kate Bishop and Meeting Kara and Lena Would Include

Kate Bishop Flirting with You Would Include

Kara Danvers

Reader is dating Kara, and she has asthma and has a really bad asthma attack so Kara takes care of her

”Who Do You Belong To?”

Kara taking care of an injured reader

Reader comes home a little drunk and she's super affectionate with Kara..

“No puppy eyes, you little maniac.”

Kara Danvers x reader while reader is on their period

Reader is the popular cheerleader and Kara is the shy nerd. Reader secretly has a huge crush on Kara...

Reader calls Kara mommy and she finds it really hot

Reader trying to sneak up on Kara in the kitchen

Kara temporarily loses her powers and they somehow get transferred into the reader

Kara comes home to a bruised and bloodied reader and she sorta freaks out

Pre-relationship jealous Kara x Reader

A version of the notebook with Fem!Reader as Noah and kara or lena as Allie

Chubby fem reader X Kara: Kara makes sure the reader knows how beautiful and sexy they are..

hoping to hit you somewhere vital

Smut fic: “What are you doing here?” And, “You’re not as quiet as you think you are.”

Reader is laying on her bed, she's on her side, wearing sleeping shorts and a sports bra, reading a book when Kara comes home...

we are hiding in a safer place

Who’s Your Daddy? (i promise this is not smut)

“I see that you’ve been a naughty girl this year”

Kara Danvers Playlist

"Hey babe? You wanna eat out today?"

let me in, let me near

still inside, I felt alone

it goes off like a gun

Your name is like a melody

Smut where they're in the middle of a interview and Kara starts fingering reader under the table

crawled beneath my veins

you’re vibrating at my frequency

lips as sweet as candy

“Take off your shirt.”

in the death of every fear

Jealous Kara Would Include

"That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

Sex with Kara Danvers Would Include

“Can I touch your boob?”

Dating Kara and Being Lena’s Ex Would Include

“Eat me.”

Reader is a witch from harry potter and kara is amazed by her powers and like asks reader to do spells

Reader is around 6 months pregnant with their child and one of kara's enemy's find out about her and kidnaps her and kara saves her

Lena Luthor

Lena Luthor Flirting with You Would Include

Lena Luthor and Baby Danvers Reader Having a Baby Would Include

Nervousness and a Mother’s Embrace

the same woman I fell in love with

“So maybe I was wrong...”

“How about I kiss you here and here and…” “Stop being a tease!”

Chubby fem reader but instead of Kara it’s Lena

Lena x fem!reader where after a long and stressful day the two are Facetiming and Lena falls asleep and it’s cute and fluffy

"Can I kiss you now?"

Songshot #2 with “Unthinkable” by Alicia Keys

my heart beats like a drum

146: “Are you okay?” and 41: “I’m pregnant.“

mommy!Lena, in which she has a fight with her teenage daughter

LenaxDaxamite!Reader where R is good friend with Lena since a while but L doesn't know about R's origins. During the final fight in S2, R goes to LCorp...

15: “Don’t die on me– Please.” 19: “I’m going to kill you!”

TouchedStarved!Reader and equally TouchedStarved!Lena bonding and finally getting the affection they deserve

say there’s no one else for you

#57 “is that my shirt?” and #73 “oh, are you ticklish?”

Lena Luthor!Student x Reader where the reader has been getting close to them for a while but one day in class they all make fun of the reader because they just came out...

Cam’s Archive #3: Imagine Person A of your OTP is a single parent with an adopted child. One day they go shopping and Person A spots Person B from the other side of the store...

Cam’s Archive #2: Student!Reader x Teacher!Lena

First Date with Lena Would Include

Dating Lena and being younger than her would include

Angsty Edge Lord Lena Luthor Playlist

looking back is a trap sometimes

The Benefits of Having a Genius Girlfriend

Lena Luthor Playlist

in the wake of every heartache

filling in the blanks as we go

hold on to love like invisible strings

my condolences to good

the thief that stole my mind

Lena Luthor x daughter reader were the reader is Lena’s 3 year old little girl just a cute mommylena fic

this broken world keeps turning

"The only fucks I give are with my fingers."

“I don’t really just leave them lying around.”

“Did you just… finish?”

Baby Danvers Fic (Part 1) (Part 2)

Alex Danvers

Being like a daughter to Alex Danvers headcanons

Maggie Sawyer

History of Maggie Sawyer

Supercorp

Kara flying past Lena’s apartment and as she does she hears Lena scream, so Kara burst in ready to fight whoever is trying to hurt her friend only to find Lena...

Oneshot where Kara is the one who’s pregnant and Lena is over protective and spoils her

Kara as the angry mom, Lena as mom’s chill girlfriend, Winn as the nerdy uncle, and Mon-el as the fun (but distance) dad and reader is their kid who gets in trouble

Sleep Deprived Headcanon

Prompt 26 "I'm dying"

Supercorp Angst Playlist

Supercorp Playlist

Photograph Songshot (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3)

Halloween Special

the kids were young and pretty

Kara and Lena get drunk and break into the zoo to steal an animal...

Supercorp Smut Drabble

Mix of Supercorp, Kara, and Lena

Christmas Special

Eclipse Special (also includes Morgana x reader)

Lena Luthor x Alex Danvers

“Okay, I’ve learned my lesson...”

Lena Luthor x Diana Prince

Lena being in danger and Kara is too busy but Diana is in the right place at the right time

Diana Prince

Jealous Diana x Reader smut

Diana Prince where your pickup lines don't seem to work

Katie McGrath

Student!Reader and Professor!Katie having a secret affair

Katie and the reader are working together on Supergirl but fans shipping Katie with her costar Melissa (Supercorp) more than them...

Katie meets the reader at a con and they hit it off and go on a date

Melissa Benoist

“The food looks great but... There’s something much more delicious I’d like to eat right now. ”

Meltie

Melissa and Katie struggling with keeping their hands of each other

“We can’t do that here!”

Katie McGrath x Chyler Leigh

47: “You’re cute when you’re angry.”

Supergirl/Merlin Crossover

Supergirl/Merlin AU

Morgana Pendragon

don’t you hear me howlin’, babe?

Morgana Pendragon Being Clingy Would Include

Reader is from the future and communicates almost entirely in memes and is in love with Morgana...

Angst: ‘I’ve always been a compulsive liar, but I meant what I said’

Headcanons on what kind of mother Morgana Pendragon would be

Morgana imagine where the reader follows her after she leaves Camelot

Another Morgana x reader where one is pregnant

R is running from knights trying to kill her since she has magic and ends up running into Morgana who she fears will kill her

daddy!Morgana x fem!reader

we beat our hearts against each other

Cam’s Archive: Morgana Pendragon

Morgana Pendragon Playlist

my respects to grace and virtue

Mistress Morgana of bdsm imagine

ivory towers and plastic flowers

heaven knows your name i’ve been praying

Being a Werewolf and Dating Morgana Would Include

our hearts were little stones

You know I’m here for you

the river’s gonna give us the wedding bands

The reader pretends to have forgotten Morgana's birthday all day because they had a big surprise planned but eventually Morgana gets genuinely offended and throws a big scene...

I am not chosen but you chose me

The reader is shy and very very flustered around Morgana

you got it at your fingertips

That Comfortable Position of Falling in Love

without you I was broken

my favorite color is you

to want my share is not a sin

my regards to soul and romance

when I miss, you come and kiss me with a smile

Being Overprotective & Dating Morgana Pendragon would include

want you stealing my time

it’s worth every ache I’ll ever feel

Dating Morgana Pendragon Would Include

Morgana Fic (Part 1) (Part 2)

Jealous Morgana Pendragon would include

Dating a Clingy/Cuddly Morgana Pendragon Would Include

I’ll stop breaking my own heart

Morgana Pendragon Having a Crush On You Would Include

I’ll Slip into a Dress

the bug that crawled its way inside my ear

Morgwen

you make me smile, please stay for a while

Marley Rose

Fluffy, cuddly, softy, kissy one with Marley Rose

During the school production of Grease, Marley struggles with her weight

"Why are you so quiet around me? " "because I'm afraid I'd say something stupid and scare you away"

*holds tight from behind* “mmm, something smells really good babe” *kisses neck*...

Marley gets jealous of readers boyfriend and tries to get reader to fall for her

"Look I was suppose to take my sister to the ed sheeran concert but she ditched me, want to go with me instead"

Marley has a thing for being spanked, but she’s shy about it and doesn’t tell reader. One day reader playfully slaps Marley’s butt whilst their making out, and Marley moans

Marley falls in love with r the first time she saw her, but r has a boyfriend so Marley has to figure out a way to get r to fall for her.

Dating needy/affectionate Marley would include

Your best friend, Kitty hacked Marley twitter account and changed her name into "Mrs.y/l/n "

Marley and reader are like making out and they get caught by kitty

Marley Rose x Lena Luthor

Lena seducing Marley at home, trying to distract her from studying

“Take off your shirt.” “Stop being a baby.” “Sit still, would you?”

"Is this okay baby? It doesn't hurt right?" "N-no, it's g-good" "yeah? You like that"

Lucy Westenra

"You're the perfect combination of sexy and cute "

I will keep you in my mind

Lucy Westenra Playlist

Reader finds out Lucy is a vampire

First Date with Lucy Would Include

lily white and poppy red

Lucy being overwhelmed with the reader's beauty

shining like the stars tonight

Mina tries to embarrass Lucy whenever you're talking to them because she knows Lucy has a crush on you

Lucy getting the reader flowers for Valentine's day and kissing them, shocking everyone

Dating Lucy Westenra Would Include

Mina is your sister and she found out you and Lucy have been dating

take, o take those lips away

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