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abbyromanoff · 7 months

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Hayo! I would love read a dark! Fic where Agatha manipulates reader to became in her lover

MANIPULATION TACTICS

PAIRINGS: Agatha Harkness x reader

WORD COUNT: 3444

WARNINGS: smut, fingering, manipulation, therapist/client relationship, jealousy, kinda public sex but not actually, sex dreams, panic attacks, mommy kink, praise kink, degrading, abuse of power, think that’s all :)

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“Hello, sweetheart, how are you doing?” Agatha asked from the other end of the line, the nickname causing a blush to rise to your face. If it wasn’t for the overwhelming layers of tears starting to rise, you would’ve responded, and your therapist could sense that was the reason for the lack of sound.

“Hey, hey, what’s wrong, love?”

“C-can I come in today?” You managed to get out through a shaky mumble, grasping your knees close to your chest as you rocked back and forth.

“Of course! Let’s see, I’m free during my lunch break at one PM, does that work for you?” You felt bad for taking away her only time off of the day, but she was happy to see you. If anything, she wanted you to come in. She’d rather listen to you any day than eat all alone.

“Yeah, that- that works, thank you so much.”

You entered the building in a hurry, clutching your bag close to you as you stared at her door, wondering if you should knock. Then, someone exited the room, a man a little taller than Agatha with a beard and a scowl. She looked annoyed, and you assumed he was a client of hers. She locked eyes with you and her expression was instantly replaced with a grin as she ushered you into the room. She closed the door behind her and led you to the couch, and you expected her to sit down in front of you like usual, but this time she took the spot next to you and placed her hand on your knee.

“Tell me, love, what’s going on?” Your eyes became glossy once again at the thought of truly opening up, letting her listen in on everything and offer you help, it wasn’t something you were used to outside of these walls.

“I don’t know, I just- I started to panic and I couldn’t breathe and then I- and then I made a fucking fool out of myself in front of all of my friends-“

“Hey, let’s take a deep breath, okay? Take your time, we have an hour.” She cut you off, ushering your head to rest on her chest as you listened to her breathing. It seemed to help calm you down as you came to a quiet sniffle, grinning sadly back up at her.

“Do you want to restart, honey?” You nodded slowly and took one more deep breath before speaking up again.

“Alright, well, if you ask me I’d say you had a panic attack,” Agatha stated after a few moments of listening mindfully, caressing your back with her palm while the other continued to rest on your knee.

“But I haven’t had one in over a month! I was doing so good, I don’t even know what triggered it.” You placed your head in your hands with a sigh, it pained Agatha to see you so defeated.

“I know it can be tough, but that doesn’t mean you haven’t improved. One step back isn’t a restart.” She started. “I’ll let you in on a little secret, is that okay?” She asked, receiving a nod from your end. She had eased you into laying down to satisfy your comfort levels, guiding your head to rest on her lap while your legs curled into an uneven line.

“I’m a forty-three-year-old woman, and I still have panic attacks. I’m a therapist, and people think that means I know everything about how to cope, but I don’t. In fact, I’ve dealt with more than I thought I could handle in my lifetime. But guess what? I’m still here. I didn’t give up, I’m still going.” You listened to her soothing voice that always seemed to calm your nerves, your mind fluttering in and out of consciousness as the exhaustion from the day caught up to you.

“I have an idea, but I’d need your consent to do so.” You gave her a look that told her to continue, so she did.

“It’s called hypnotherapy. All you have to do is sit here and watch the object back and forth, is that okay with you?”

“Yeah, I’ll, uh, I’ll try it.”

And that’s how it all started. Every time Agatha saw you rushing in with a tear-stained face she’d offer the certain technique and you allowed it every single time, willing to do anything to feel better in those states of weakness.

Your therapist wasn’t one to take advantage of people like this, but there was something about you that she’d never seen before. Your beauty was undeniable and your maturity along with kindness was only the cherry on top. You always cared for her, bringing in her favorite coffee that she mentioned once, she didn’t know how you remembered it exactly but she appreciated it nonetheless. And whenever she makes a small hint towards you or caresses your skin in ways a professional shouldn’t, you still didn’t notice. You were too sweet and innocent to think anything of it, but Agatha strived to change that.

She didn’t know what to do when you barely picked up on her advances, but she was determined to find a way, she would have you eventually, no matter the cost.

“So, how has your week been, my love?” She chose to sit next to you once again, radiating clear joy as she stroked your open thigh.

“Uhm, pretty good. I haven’t had any panic attacks at least.” She patted your back in congratulations and scooted closer to you, letting your head rest on her shoulder as a smile was drawn across your face. You looked so pretty, how could she not want to take you right then and there?

“Well, anything interesting happen? Did you go anywhere, do anything?” She inhaled your scent, shivering as goosebumps ran down her body.

“Actually, yeah. This girl, I met her before I came here a few weeks ago, she gave me her number in case anything like that ever happened again. Then, I got a text from her the other day asking if I wanted to hang out because she thought I was pretty cool and I said yes and we went to her house, and guess what!” She normally would giggle at your excitement and failure to form a full sentence but found herself unable to do so when realizing what it was you’re so happy about.

“What?” You couldn’t sense the firmness in her tone past your mind that was moving far too quickly for your mouth.

“She kissed me! I was really scared because I’ve never kissed anyone before but it felt so good and she wants me to meet her this weekend!” You bit your lip to conceal your outburst. Normally, she would gently inform you that it was okay to do so in here and you didn’t have to hide your true self, she didn’t. She was livid that someone would steal such a sacred moment from her. She was meant to be your first kiss, your first orgasm, your first love, but some people just don’t seem to understand basic rules. You don’t touch what’s not yours.

“Oh,” You looked at her with furrowed brows and clasped hands.

“Oh? What’s wrong, Miss?” She cleared her throat and stood abruptly, leaving you confused as she went through her desk drawer. Her mind was telling her to stop it, that you were allowed to live your life happily and she was only ruining that, the other part of her disagreed.

“What are you doing?” She continued to rummage through her supplies before landing on the object of choice.

“But- I thought we’re only supposed to do hypno when I really need it? I thought I was doing well,”

“Love, once you get into hypnotherapy it’s very difficult to leave. If we want to ease you out of it then we need to continue and slowly stop, you understand?” You nodded slowly, still puzzled by her sudden eagerness to do so. She always seemed hesitant before, you didn’t know what changed that. She didn’t even give you time to prepare before she started, forcing your chin in her hand as she guided you to watch her movements.

“Just listen to my voice, dear.” She started. “Let it ease you into a state of pure relaxation.” You found yourself listening as usual, sinking into her hold as your body lost all tension.

“You’re going to follow as I say, and do everything I tell you.” She licked her lips and smiled when receiving a small agreement.

“You’re not going to that girl's house,” She smirked in response to your complete compliance. “You’ll be here this weekend, with me.”

Only a few days later you found yourself compelling to the woman’s orders. You were meant to be driving to Mindy’s house but instead pulled into the parking lot of her office. You bit your lip in confusion before taking notice of her car parked next to yours, why was she here on a Saturday? Especially when no one else was here, it was just her.

“Y/N? Is that you?” She asked when hearing a door creek as it was opened, only to soon reveal your hesitant figure.

“I’m sorry, I- I don’t know why I’m here-“ She took a few steps towards you and led you into her room, a hand placed on your lower back for comfort. You looked up, giggling quietly when you saw her glasses.

“What’s so funny, baby?” Her voice was raspy and alluring, causing you to blush as you ducked your head.

“Nothing, your glasses just look cute.” She stopped in her movements, looking down at you as you copied her stillness.

“Yeah? You think I’m cute?” You played with your fingertips, failing to give a worded response while she only grinned at your submission.

“Of course. You’re really pretty, Miss.” The compliment sent butterflies to her stomach. Oh, how badly she wanted you, there was nothing she wouldn’t do for you.

“Well, thank you, sweetheart. Why don’t you wait here while I grab my purse, okay?”

“What do you mean?” You asked, confused about why she would need such an object if you were just meant to see her for a check-in. You weren’t even meant to be here, at least that’s what you thought.

“Well, I will be needing my wallet to be able to pay for our food, honey. It’s an expensive restaurant, and I know my little girl doesn’t have that type of money.”

“We’re going to a restaurant?” She turned to you, making you weaken under her gaze. She furrowed her brows as if you were stupid for not knowing, causing a loud gulp from your throat.

“Of course, dear! That’s what we agreed on last time you were here.” She dragged you along with her, letting you take a seat on her passenger side as she placed a hand on your thigh. You felt as though she continued to repeat that act every time you saw her, and every time it only brought more discomfort down below.

“So, why am I having my appointment here?” Came your timid voice as you sipped on your water.

“Appointment? Oh, no, darlin’, we’re on a date.” You nearly choked on the drink as your eyes shot wide, your mouth stumbling to keep up with your brain.

“Date? No, I- we never planned to go on a date.” You weren’t even sure if you were right or not, but a part of you hoped you weren’t.

“Don’t you remember? You came in the office and told me about this girl you met, how you were unsatisfied with her, and that you felt bad because she was so sweet and you really wanted to like her. But she just wasn’t me.” She interlocked your fingers with hers from across the table, kissing the backs of your hands and lingering a moment too long. You stared into her eyes, searching for something you couldn’t recognize.

“I knew of your little crush on me for quite some time, and I would be lying if I said I’ve never felt the same way.” You wanted to crack a smile at the news, but something about this all just felt wrong.

“I was too scared to do anything, I worried I’d lose my job if I did. But then you told me about that girl, Mindy is it?” You don’t recall ever telling her the name but you assumed you just had poor memory.

“Yeah, Mindy. I knew that if I didn’t tell you right then and there that…that I’d lose you for good. And I can’t have that. You know, I want nothing more than to love you with my whole being.” She stated, cheeks reddening as she expressed her hidden feelings.

“Would it be weird to say I think about you? When I see parents bonding with their children, I think of us. When I see a couple together on a date, I think of us. And when I’m all alone at night, I think of you filling that spot next to me. I think of waking you up with kisses, admiring how beautiful you look while I wake you up with my fingers deep inside of you.” You were grateful the waitress was at another table, taking their order as she already sent in yours. There weren’t many people nearby as she made a reservation beforehand, pulling a few strings in order to be completely alone with you.

“Agatha-“

“I know how my words are making you feel. I know how much you like it when I touch your thigh…you don’t know how hard it is to not inch just a little bit closer beneath those pretty skirts of yours.” She licked her lips and stood, choosing to now sit next to you as you cowered down.

“Don’t be scared, Mommy just wants to feel you.” She placed her arm around your shoulders and kissed your cheek, chuckling at the small lipstick stain left over.

“I also know a few more things about you.” You refused to look at her, too ashamed as you already knew what would be leaving her lips.

“I know about the nights you come home, tired and stressed. You take a shower, get into pajamas, and lay in bed. You’re not very experienced, which is why you struggle to make yourself cum when you touch yourself.” You shuddered, feeling her hot breath fanning against your ear while she brushed over your panties. To her luck, you were once again wearing a skirt from the collection she loved so much, giving her free roam to do as she wished.

“But then I pop into your head. You take your hand and bring it down to your dripping cunt,” She copied her words and gasped at the wetness that greeted her. “You move your panties to the side,” The cold air hit you with shock and you squeezed your eyes shut, chewing down on your lip in order to suppress any noise that begged to escape.

“Then you rub this little clitty just like this. You moan quietly so you don’t wake anyone up, but you know if you were with me I’d make you be as loud as possible.” You gripped her bicep tightly, looking around in hopes no one could see the way you were practically shaking.

“You think about me replacing your fingers, slipping them into your tight hole.” You felt her do so, her digits prodding at your hole with eagerness until she finally let them drown in your slick.

“You think about me above you, naked. Suckling on my tits like a little baby, and that’s when you mutter a small, weak, ‘Mommy’.” She felt your walls clamping around her desperately, your free hand holding onto the table for dear life.

“And then you cum,” Your mouth shot wide open in a silent scream, your tightness causing the older woman to stumble over her words.

“J-just like that, such a good girl for Mommy.” When your eyes opened you were greeted with a sight you least expected. You were in her office, completely bare as she mimicked your state. Her fingers were still easing in and out of you softly, her eyes remaining on your body as she watched for your reaction.

“Welcome back, baby. You doing okay?” She picked up on your lack of remembrance with a smile, it worked. The small object that was currently placed on the table in front of her had brought you into such a deep headspace, that you quite literally weren’t with her anymore. She was allowed to do all that she wanted to you, and she could sense by the pleads you voiced that you wanted every last ounce of her.

“Mommy just had to get her hands on you, darlin’. You can't blame me for that, right?” You were still too shaken up to respond, causing a throaty laugh to escape her mouth. She licked her slick-coated fingers and leaned back, causing you to whine without her touch. You followed her movements and rested your head on her shoulder, your legs resting on her own as you whimpered quietly.

“Shh, Mommy’s here.” She started, stroking your hair softly to ease you further into submission.

“You did so good for me, love.” She kissed the top of your head and that’s when you noticed the ring adorning her finger. Your eyes widened as you realized what you had just done. You tried to get up but was only pulled back into her grasp. And that’s when it came into your sight. Not only was she wearing an engagement ring, but so were you. When did this happen? What was going on?

“What-“ She didn’t let you finish as she instantly cut you off with her low, raspy voice.

“Oh, my silly girl, I knew you had a bad memory but I didn’t realize it had gotten this bad! Don’t you remember how you got this?” You were sure that never happened, you would’ve known and cherished the moment if it did. You shouldn’t be here, you thought, anxious to find any way of leaving but realizing there was none. Even if the door was right in front of you, standing still as if it was calling your name, you wouldn’t be able to leave. You wouldn’t be able to leave Agatha, and especially not for good. She was the last bit of calmness in your life, she was the only one who knew how to help you when you needed it, and you couldn’t lose that. So, you only shook your head.

“Honey, we’ve been together for years now.” She sounded almost worried, it made you sick to your stomach thinking you were the cause of that. “I think it’s time we talk to someone about this forgetfulness, it’s not good.” She passed the lie easily, knowing deep down you’d go along with anything she spoke. You didn’t believe her, but a part of you knew she’d never lie to you. She loved you, she cared for you, why were you all of the sudden complaining? You had no right, especially not when she’s been so comforting during this whole process. Maybe it was wrong, but then why did it feel so good? You’ve never had an orgasm quite like this, mainly due to the fact that you’re often times alone when doing so. And she made you feel so much happier than…someone. You swore you had met them before, but your thoughts were blank. You tried imagining what they looked like or where you had been with them, but you came up empty.

“Why don’t we get dressed and I’ll drive us home, yeah? We’ll have some dinner and we can have a nice, warm bath before bed, does that sound good to you?” It did, it really did. But it shouldn’t.

“Yeah, that sounds lovely, actually.” Suddenly, there was a small dinging coming from your phone. You looked down to see a text from, Mindy. Who’s Mindy?

“Hand me that,” Agatha demanded firmly, instantly grabbing your phone and blocking the number. She sighed in satisfaction, now she was out of your life for good, there no longer was a competition she’d have to fight for.

“Who was that, Mommy?” The nickname seemed to flow out of you casually, to the point where you didn’t even notice you said it. She met your gaze with parted lips that soon turned into a warm smile.

“Oh, it’s no one, don’t worry about it. Let’s just worry about getting home for now.”

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beepartcollection · 9 months

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a huge, huge, HUGE mass attack for my friends! :D

PLEASE ZOOM IN!! THIS THING IS HUGE AND DETAILED!!!

Everyone from left to right, bike to van to truck Jay the Janitor: Me! :3 Brodie/The Courier: @sicc-nasti Hacker: @gordonfreemanreal Target: @inputs-chaos Botanist: @1-800-deactivatednearu Agatha: @arts-of-gjb Therapist: @hazardtoons Decoy: @ottoslab Munitioneer: @1-800-deactivatednearu Reporter: @chokulit Intern: @queensqueercourt Reactor: @iaminsideyourwalls Butcher: @junkbrainz Priest: @sicc-nasti Toxicologist: @numbers-96 Eli: @gordonfreemanreal

This was a LOT of work and a LOT of effort, I have not done a painting in 5ever. I think it came out rly rly good -w-

#my art #beepartcollection #tf2 #tf2 oc #jay the janitor #team fortress 2 #how do i even begin tagging this #artfight 2023

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letraspal · 1 year

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Simon Snow journey to queerness

A compilation of quotes of Simon Snow thinking/talking about his queerness through books.

Book 1: Carry On

He’s not a villain. He’s just a boy. I’m kissing a boy. I’m kissing Baz.

And then I think about whether this, what’s happening right now, means that I’m gay. But Baz and I are hidden in the trees, and no one can see us, and I decide I don’t have to answer that last question right now.

I wonder how long he’s wanted this. I wonder how long I’ve wanted it.

I’m not sure why I’m so happy. Nothing’s changed. Has anything changed? The kissing. That’s new. The waiting to kiss.

I want to kiss a bloke. That is a change, but no one I’m prepared to think about right now. …Again. I want to kiss him again.

“Why, then” he asks. / “Why did I kiss you?”/ “Yeah.” / “I guess I wanted to,” I say, shrugging. / “Since when?” / I shrug again, and it pisses him off.

“I didn’t think you were gay,” I say. Quietly. He shrugs. Half of Snow’s sentences are shrugs.“What does that mean?” / “I don’t know,” he says, closing his eyes. “I guess I’ve never thought much about what I am. I’ve got a lot on my plate.” That makes me laugh.

“Are you gay?” he asks, looking over at me, still laughing. / “Yeah,” I say, “completely.” / “So you do this all the time?” / I roll my eyes. “No.” / “Then how do you know you’re gay?” / “I just do. How do you not know?” / “Dunno,” he says.

But apparently, I can also solve things with my mouth—because, so far, every time I lean into Baz, he shuts up and closes his eyes. If Penelope were here, she’d make me explain myself. Thank magic she isn’t here yet.

What would Agatha say if she knew about the kissing? “You’re not even gay, Simon.” […] “you’re not even gay,” she’d say, “and he’s not even alive.”

“You’re not even gay, and he’s not even alive, and that isn’t even the worst part of this idea—what will the Mage say?”

“And I don’t think I’m gay,” I say. “I mean, maybe I am, at least partly, the part that seems to be demanding the most attention right now…”

He leans in like he’s going to bite me, then he kisses me instead. It’s so good. It’s been very good every time.

“We don’t have to do this” […] “No one has to know.” / “Know what?” Snow asked softly. “That I’m obsessed with you? That horse left the barn a long time ago”

“They’ll know,” I (Baz) say. “They’ll talk about it.” / “What?” He’s a million miles away. He’s always a million miles away lately. / “They’ll know that we’re gay.” / “There go my job prospects,” Simon says flatly. “What will my family say?” I’m not sure where the joke is.

“Baz, you’re actually, literally the only thing I have to lose. So as long as doing gay stuff in public doesn’t make you hate me, I don’t really care.” / “We’re just dancing,” I say. “That’s hardly gay stuff.” / “Dancing’s well gay,” he says. “Even when it isn’t two blokes.”

He will call me Simon now, occasionally, but only when we’re being soft with each other. (All that’s still happening, too. I suppose I am gay; my therapist says it’s not even the top five things I have to sort out right now.)

And sometimes I feel like someone else died, like someone else sacrificed everything, so that I can have a normal life. With wings. And a tail. And vampires. And magicians. And a boy in my arms, instead of a girl. And a happy ending—even if isn’t the ending I ever would have dreamt for myself, or hoped for. A chance.

#Simon’s journey to queerness is very personal to me #Simon snow journey to queerness #carry on quotes #snowbaz #references #quotes #simon snow #baz pitch #fanart #letraspal #carry on #book characters

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skylarinfinity · 6 months

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agatha : [looking at grim reaper male reader who busy helping billy on his homework] so... how do you know death himself? and how you get to married him?

wanda : [smile] oh he taking stark life at the time, and people keep saying i'm flirting with death with how dangerous my decision sometime so why not flirting death literally?

wanda : [looking at her husband and son] so here i am now...

agatha : [bluntly] you really should go see a therapist.

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

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wandashousewife · 3 months

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The Saving Grace (Chapter Four)

Pairing — Wanda x Reader

Synopsis — In the town of Westview, Scarlet Witch, Wanda Maximoff, navigates the challenges of her busy life—juggling work as a therapist, parenting her twin boys, and managing daily stress. Her kind neighbor, you, has consistently provided support, offering coffee, desserts, and a sympathetic ear. Today, after an emotionally draining session, Wanda seeks solace and decides to reach out to you for the first time, hoping to share her burdens.

Warnings — angst, depressed wanda, divorce Fluff??

─── ⋆⋅☼⋅⋆ ───

“Stay?”

“Yes. Please.” Her tone was soft, sympathetic even. You knew how much she needed this comfort, and what was the worst a couple more hours could do?

With a casual shrug, you responded, "Okay, just don't keep me up all night.” injecting a touch of humor into the moment. Settling back onto the couch, the cushions embraced you in their comfort.

“This is going to sound so forward and awkward, so this just put this into hypotheticals, okay?” Wanda asked, getting a bit nervous as she looked at you.

"Sure, hypotheticals it is," you replied, sensing a hint of nervousness in Wanda's demeanor as she broached the upcoming topic. The air filled with anticipation, awaiting the hypothetical scenario she was about to present.

“What if, hypothetically, I thought you were pretty.” She stated, her eyes never wavered from your position on the couch.

“I’d hypothetically be flattered.” You smiled, following along with the strange scenario.

“What if I thought you were the prettiest girl in the world?” She asked, her tone conveyed the most sincere question that could ever come out of a conversation about hypotheticals of all things.

“I’d say you’re wrong.” Her eyes widened and she cocked her head to the side. Wanda couldn't understand why someone as amazing as you couldn't see your beauty. "Excuse me, what did you say? You're one of the most attractive people I've ever met!" Her words were warm and genuine, and she didn't hesitate to touch her thumb to your cheek.

“What are you doing?” You asked, not sure why she did that.

Instead of responding, Wanda placed a finger on your lips to silence your words. She had no need for justification; her desire for you outweighed anything else.

Your words came out muffled but it sounded like a question that Wanda couldn’t really make out.

As she felt your lips, Wanda leaned in for a passionate embrace. She kissed you deeply, the warmth of her lips filling you with euphoria. As you kissed back, enjoying the sweet heat of her lips on yours, you felt your breath quicken.

When she released you of her love, it felt like you were thrown back and forth through time and space itself. The kiss left you lightheaded and breathlessly overwhelmed in its wake. It was a mind-blowing experience that had been etched on your mind forever. Wanda was the first to pull away, a faint smile across her face as if she were in a daze. She looked at you with a dreamy gaze. Her words sounded hoarse as she finally spoke. "God, you've got me all worked up.."

“Are you sure Agatha didn’t leave you any of her drinks?” You asked, unsure if what Wanda was doing was influenced by intoxication. You thought that she's been drunk, and therefore, all the steamy actions were mere hallucinations. But unfortunately for you, it was not the case. "I'm sure." She replied with a confident tone, letting her hands roam up and down your body. Her fingers moved to the bottom of your shirt, grazing gently against your skin.

“How old are you again?” You asked, unaware of her age to see if this was morally correct. Well, you were of drinking age, so how bad could it possibly be?

Wanda sighed in irritation. This was certainly not the ideal time to be asking such a question. It was quite clear that she wanted to get back to kissing. "I'm thirty-four years old, if it matters to you." As Wanda finished her sentence, she pulled you close to her once more. She pressed her body against yours to the point where you could feel the heat emanating from her skin. Her lips found their mark, and your mouths opened and moved in unison; the heat was palpable and it was certainly not a platonic kiss.

When you pulled away, a question popped into your mind. “What about the boys?” Your sudden question shocked Wanda. You were referring to her children, but there was a reason she wanted to ignore any mentions of them for the time being. “What about them?”

“What if they see us?”

The worry on your face seemed to bring Wanda out of her love trance. She sighed, finally accepting reality. She had completely forgotten about her kids for a handful of moments in time, and as she looked at you, that reality hit her like a ton of bricks. "That's true…we shouldn't get carried away."

“Didn’t you say that Vision was picking them up for the week tomorrow evening?” You asked c referring to how Wanda had previously told you before she left for the trip that the boys would be picked up by their father, Vision, tomorrow for his shared care.

The mention of her ex-husband brought Wanda up short and killed all trace of her giddy mood. "Yes, I know." she replied in an agitated tone. The fact that she'd have to share her children with Vision for entire weeks was something she hated, and she clearly wasn't thrilled to talk about it.

“Then I’ll see you then.” You smirked, the thought of it made you giddy.

The moment of excitement that crossed over your face seemed to lift Wanda's temper a level, too. She smirked as well and gave you a sly side-glance. "You promise?”

“I swear.”

#wanda maximoff x reader #elizabeth olsen #my fic #wanda maximoff #wanda maximov x reader

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know-it-all-and-all · 6 months

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an Au idea for a fic

i can't keep this to myself. [Zooble and Jax are not here because they be 17y old]

Ragatha = Agatha Rand, female, 25y old, lesbian, Psychologist (Therapist), German/UK descendant, natal British.

Pomni = Ponmani Powell, female, 20y old, bisexual, patient, Tamil/UK descendant, natal British.

Gangle = Gabriela Smith, female, 21y old, straight, nurse, Spain/UK descendant, natal Spaniard.

Kinger = Reggie King 43y old, straight (widower), patient, UK descendants, natal British.

Director Caine 52y old , straight (married to the moon XD)

mental health hospital AU.

Agatha is in her second year in the mental health care hospital, and a week ago she was stab from a patient but she came back anyway, now she take a sole new patient, a nervous small girl, the two of them begin to develop a relationship that end up being healthy for both of them.

I going to do a fic about this idea, but if any wants to do something with this idea, be my guest.

#pomni x ragatha #ragatha x pomni #buttonblossom #the amazing digital circus #tadc ragatha #tadc pomni #tadc gangle #tadc kinger #tadc caine #tadc au

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thedemon-crowley · 8 months

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@the-angel-muriel They’re scattered, I know, but I’ve been trying to keep track of my thoughts…

[Image ID: 15 notes all haphazardly stuck to a dark wall.

Note 1:

I'M GOING TO SHAKE YOU SUPREME ARCHANGEL AZIRAPHALE.

Note 2:

__AZIRAPHALE__

WHY DID YOU GO __REALLY__?

YOU. ARE. A. FOOL.

Note 3:

__ANGEL__

AZIRAPHALE YOU __ARE TOO CERTAIN__

when are you ever certain!?

Note 4:

If you only had a brain...

__AZIRAPHALE__

- Being watched

- Stubborn

__IN HEAVEN__

↓

Wizard of Oz

↓

Part of him missing?

↓

MEMORIES?

Note 5:

__METATRON__

In heaven

Book of Enoch

↓

Was ENOCH B4??

Great-great GRANDFATHER (?) to NOAH.

Note 6:

__ASMODEUS + SAMAEL__

↓ ↓

DEMON AZIRAPHALE ANGEL ME

__FUN__ __VERY__ nice car

Note 7:

__The Almighty__

Talking to us?

[crossed out: IN HEAVEN] everywhere?

- In Parts ?

- On Earth ?

- In Heaven ?

The Books?

The Bee?

↓

Note 8:

__The Nightingale__

- God? (Part)

How do we put the PIECES together?

Note 9:

__Jesus???__

- MAD THE SWINE

Jesus likes Queen?

Note 10:

__Muriel__

- Clever

- Trusting of METATRON

NOT RELEVANT

[crossed out: MURIEL+ERIC?? HA HA]

Note 11:

__ERIC__

- Needs to calm down

[crossed out: DEFINITELY Fancies Muriel]

not relevant

Note 12:

Threatening note to Muriel?

- METATRON *

- Michael

- [crossed out: Shamshiel] - ERIC PRE FALL

- [crossed out: Agatha Christie]

Note 13:

__Note to Self__

- Go to Specsavers

- [messy writing: STOP thinking about Aziraphale]

→ Stop getting this drunk

Note 14:

__RANDOM PACKAGES?__

SUSPICIOUS?

nevermind [circled: Angel.]

X DEAD END. JUST GIFTS?

Note 15:

__MISCELLANEOUS__

- Anathema + Newt getting hitched

- The Therapist

→ Trying to get me + Az. "back" together. Ha. ]

#//image id under the read more//#//op has been going insane//#//but it’s delightful to have something to do//

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cissa-calls · 8 months

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Countdown to Coven of Chaos/Darkhold Diaries: Day 549

Wanda: “And what do we do with constructive criticism?”

Agatha: “We take it gently but secretly hold it within and allow it to fester into centuries long insecurities that only pop up after failed repression brings them to the forefront in a dramatic explosive display.”

Y/N: “Damn. What did your mother say that was THAT bad?”

Agatha: “She said my hand movements were too fast and sloppy for spell casting”

Wanda: “I’m talking about CONSTRUCTIVE criticism. You shouldn’t value criticism from someone who attempted murder on her own child”

Agatha: “In all fairness I attempted murder right back”

#Wanda being the therapist? it’s like that one satc quote #it’s like the blind leading the blind #wandavision #agatha harkness #house of harkness #agatha all along #hahndavision #house of harkness counter #marvel #wanda maximoff #agatha harkness x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #coven of chaos #coven of chaos counter #Darkhold diaries #darkhold diaries counter #incorrect marvel quotes

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smalls-words · 2 years

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Healing Hands pt. 6

Summary: Somebody’s gonna die...

Warnings: mental torture via reliving memories, death, fighting demons/creatures similar to what Wanda sent in MoM, kidnapping, death threats, Agatha being a power hungry bitch, magical torture and bindings, confessions, and many more things that’ll make you go :o or make you stop reading :’)

A/N: Idk how I feel about this ending... :/

pt. i, pt. ii, pt. iii, pt. iv, pt. v, pt. vi

*not my gif*

Wanda, Stephen and Wong stood in the sacred library, pages upon pages scanning through Wanda’s vision as she tried to find a way to help you. Frustration built and she slammed the five books floating around her shut, putting them back on the table.

“Wanda, we cannot be rash. We have to take the time to make sure we do this properly.” Wong instructed, but she ignored him and slumped into a chair.

“Wanda?” Stephen asked for carefully, seeing tears form.

“Y/N was there for me even when I didn’t want her.” She started.

“She helped me with my pain. She talked to me like a therapist but healed me like a doctor. She brought happiness back to me in a time that I was sure I’d never have it again. Besides my boys…”

She shook her head. “No. Not even. She’s the best thing that’s happened to me. Not Vision, not Tommy or-or Billy. Her. I… I cannot afford to lose her, Stephen.”

He came to her side and sat down. “You know… Y/N doesn’t normally warm up to people in a way she did to you.”

Wanda looked at him before Wong, the latter nodding. “It’s true. She keeps her distance, staying in her healing room. Every Master Healer follows the golden rule - no falling in love with patients. It was why she was always cold to those she healed, because without a connection, there was nothing there to build upon.”

“What are you trying to say? Th-That Y/N is in love?” She retorted.

Wong smirked. “Indeed.”

“Well, with who?”

Wong and Stephen looked at each other before Wanda, a knowing smirk upon both of their faces. “Come on, Wanda. Surely you’ve realised.”

“Just tell me, damn it!” She scowled.

Wong shook his head before pushing Wanda’s astral form out of her body, the other sorcerers doing the same. They led her through the walls towards a bright light, Wanda’s brows furrowing as she recognised what she was seeing.

“Leave the girl alone!”

*No…* She muttered within her mind, coming to rest by your side as the nightmare played above your body.

Tears began to stream down your cheeks and Wanda looked up to see the nightmare fading to another. The Ancient One saved you from drowning, breathing life into your body, but you were just a child. She brought you to Kamar-Taj, trained you, made you better than she ever was.

But then she was watching the transformation in front of her very eyes. A young Wong watched from the sidelines as you screamed and pulled at the mystical chains, begging the Ancient One to stop the ritual and leave you as a normal sorceress. She declined and Wanda tried to block her ears from your cries, but it was no use.

For in the astral plane, everyone can hear you scream.

She sank to your side and put her palm against your cheek, not letting the tears stay any longer than they had to. Suddenly, the light above her turned into a warm yellow, almost like the hue of eldritch magic.

As she stepped back and pulled her hand away from you, the light dimmed. She went back, it brightened.

Magic surrounded her hands and her body came into the room, letting her sink back into it. She could still see Wong and Strange floating above you, looking at you sorrowfully.

“She… She loves me?” Wanda asked carefully.

“She does.” Stephen smiled.

“Y/N’s magic never reacts to anyone, not even when she’s healing. It looks like a steady glow of blue for a normal patient. But when she’s with you, we can see her spirit grow brighter, her magic too.” Wong added.

Wanda sat down next to you and took your hand in hers, the poisoned arm resting on its own small table. She manipulated your hand to hold her cheek, which she then held against it, before she kissed your palm.

“I’m scared.” She began.

“I don’t want to lose you, Y/N. You are… so… ugh, I don’t even know how to describe it. I want you to cook with me in the morning- every morning- a-and we can go to the beach in the summer, get ice cream. In winter, we can stay at home and I can look after you… even if it’s only a fraction of what you’ve done for me.”

She leaned into your hand further, now speaking against your palm as she wanted to have her lips on you in any way possible. “Please come back to me. I need you, Y/N. Not just for healing, not just for company.”

Her tears began to trace down your arm but no sob left her. She needed to be strong, she needed to be there for you. She closed her eyes and gently moved your palm into her hands, tracing over the lines and knuckles.

But then darkness entered her vision, and she looked down at you. Your hand had taken her chin, a small blob of blue blood in the corner of your eye.

“Abite, lacrimae tristitiae. Non gratus es tunc, et nunc non es gratus. (Go away, tears of sadness. You were not welcome then, and you are not welcome now.)” You muttered hoarsely, watching Wanda chuckle.

“Hi.” She sniffled.

“Hello.” You replied, your eyes half-open but Wanda thought that was more than enough.

“How are you feeling? Any pain anywhere?”

You shook your head gently. “S’just… there.”

Wanda felt relief wash over her before she formed a comfier bed next to you. She lay down on it and removed the barrier between you two, watching you try and shift your blanket to cover her.

“No no, keep it. You need the warmth, frumoasă.” She muttered, but you protested.

For twenty painful seconds, Wanda watched as you tried to shuffle the blanket onto her. Your weakened body made it difficult, not to mention the winces and pain-filled chuffs of air coming from you. She finally gave in and moved closer to you, changing the blanket into a bigger and warmer one.

“Happy now?” She scolded playfully, to which you nodded with closed eyes.

Wanda felt your hand slide over her stomach before clutching loosely at her waist, a feeling of deja vu hitting her. She remembered this, being held by you like this in her sleep. She remembered the warmth that bloomed in her chest, just as it did now. How it filled her with such peace, how it was the best night she’d slept in a long time.

You then leaned your head on her shoulder and sighed slowly. “Always happy with you.”

She looked down at you in surprise before she realised you’d fallen off into the chasm of sleep. She planted a gentle kiss on your forehead before she closed her tear-stricken eyes, falling into sleep with you.

And falling in love, too.

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When Wanda woke to the sound of screams, she jolted up and saw you lying still next to her. Your heart rate was fine, your blood pressure was fine.

The screams were coming from outside of Kamar-Taj.

Wong and Stephen screeched to a halt by the door of your room, Wanda’s movement waking you up, your head resting in her lap before you sat up slowly. “What’s the problem, Wong?”

He looked at Wanda, her eyes flashing red as he spoke in her mind. They then stayed red, a beautiful rendition of her previous suit covering her body with sleek lines running down her chest, her crown atop her head.

“Let’s go.” She ordered the two sorcerers, standing up to go fight but a force by her hips held her back.

She untangled herself from your magic, easily done so because of how weak it was, and she turned to you. “Y/N, I need to go.”

“No, you don’t. It’s not your fight.” You muttered.

Your head began to get heavy as death surrounded you, with Wanda catching it before it could hit anything and damage you more. Her sleeves covered most of her hands, but you were grateful that her fingertips were against your skin.

“It is. It is most definitely my fight because Agatha wants to get to you. I will not let that happen.” She promised as she pressed her forehead against yours, making her way to the door.

“Wanda!” You called out quickly, watching her hesitate before turning back to you.

“Yes, frumoasă?” She replied.

A pressure came towards her mind, a familiar one, and she let it enter as she saw your eyes glowing. *Please come back to me.*

*I promise I will try my hardest.* She smiled tearily, brushing them away as she made her way to the fight.

Sorcerers scrambled to fight against the powerful witch, taking their power with each death. Wanda spotted America trying to fight an odd purple mirage, but she knew what it was.

Wanda threw a blast towards the demon before appearing next to America, her star portal control amazing as the demons’ blasts often hit each other when going through multiple portals.

“You’re doing great, America.” Wanda commented as she stood behind her, trying to find the evil within the demons.

“Thanks, Wanda.” America replied, remembering how she never thought she’d say that.

Wanda scanned the grounds as different weapons, constructs and magic forced the demons back, depleting their army until only one remained. They all crowded around it as Wanda held it within her grasp, the creature scrambling for some sort of control over itself.

“Where… is… Agatha?” She snarled at it, only to watch its face transform.

The sight of it was enough for Wanda to snap the demon’s neck and fly back inside the temple, swerving around corners and fighting back a few loose demons before she returned to your room.

You were gone.

Fear struck the deepest part of Wanda’s heart before anger built in it. Not her typical anger, no - this was… this was betrayal and hurt and worry all mixed together in Agatha’s evil cauldron, giving her a feeling that made her cold to the bone.

She closed her eyes, taking deep breaths, before she searched for your mind. Weaving through the temple. Darting around demons. She searched and searched and searched, only for an idea to come to her.

She sat down on your medical bed and shot out in her astral form, following the bright light that she knew was yours.

It was flickering dangerously.

When she came to your side, she watched your glowing eyes turn to face her. *Wands?* Your mind echoed into the astral plane.

*Hey, frumoasă. I’m coming, okay?* She murmured.

*No, no, don’t come. She’s just using me to get to you. She wants to kill you. Please, Wanda, don’t come.*

Wanda shook her head. *Not an option.*

She floated back, just enough to have Agatha in her sights before she called her physical form. As she was about to telekinetically remove her heart from her chest, a cackle came from her.

“Uh-uh-uh, my little witch.” Agatha turned to face her, grinning gleefully.

“What do you want with Y/N?” Wanda spat, sharp wisps curling through her fingers.

Agatha put on a deceiving quirky smile. “The same thing I wanted with you, remember?”

Wanda watched as Agatha brought you out from behind her, wrapped in the light-sucking tendrils. Some held you tightly whilst others brushed your hair away from your beautiful face, making Wanda’s heart fill with anger.

That’s her loving gesture.

“If you try to take her power, I will slit. Your. Throat.” She snarled, scarlet magic swarming the room.

Agatha laughed heartily at her threat. “No, you won’t. Because anything you do to me… will be done to her.” She pointed sharply at you, her finger caressing the skin of your cheek.

“Such a beautiful soul. It’s a shame our village didn’t kill you back then.”

Fear shot to your eyes.

But then shock grew as you saw recognition in Wanda’s.

“You were a part of Y/N’s village?” She asked sternly, no longer looking at you.

“Oh, yes! She would have made a fine witch for our coven had she not exposed herself!” Agatha cackled, walking around you.

A whimper came from your lips, Wanda’s eyes landing on you before she glared at the wisp that sealed your mouth shut. Tears began to seep through the cracks of your heart’s walls, the very drops from your eyes being absorbed into Agatha’s tendrils.

“Yes, yes, yes. Come on, cry more for me, sweet girl.”

“Leave her alone!” Wong burst into the room, with Stephen and a bunch of other sorcerers at his side.

Wanda relayed the information of Agatha’s spell on you, his firm nod confirming he got the message.

“You are killing an innocent woman, Agatha Harkness!” Stephen growled.

“Innocent? Innocent?! Do you have any idea what this woman did?!”

They all looked at you and you shook your head at Wanda. *It wasn’t my fault! I promise, Wanda!*

“Her greedy, foul, and childish display of her power led hundreds of hunters to our village! Our coven, reduced to one!”

Wanda smiled gently at you. *It wasn’t your fault, darling. You were just a child, protecting your sister.*

You closed your eyes to stop more tears from coming, waiting until they were gone to look at Wanda again.

*I’m sorry for not telling you that I saw your past. I should have told you sooner.* She apologised, but you shook your head within its confines.

*It’s okay. I was going to tell you anyway.*

She chuckled softly before she felt your mind slip from hers, a slick and oily touch to it now. She turned to Agatha, a dark grin across her face, and she threw a bout of magic at her. “You do not dictate who she talks to!”

As soon as the blast hit Agatha, a foul wail was muffled behind your gag, Wanda’s mind instantly slapping her heart as she remembered Agatha’s spell.

“Oh, did I forget to mention? It’s on a tenfold scale.” She smirked, watching Wanda lean over you.

“I’m sorry. I’m so so sorry. You shouldn’t have been involved with this- You wouldn’t have been if I had stayed away from Kamar-Taj.” She shook her head repeatedly, trying to find the words to say.

Agatha stood to the side, surrounded by sorcerers who did nothing whilst she fiddled with her dark nails. Your eyes suddenly rolled into the back of your head, Agatha’s wisps beginning to consume you.

Wanda would not have that.

Her hand cupped the back of your head, keeping as much of you off of the cold ground as possible. She pulled you into her lap, gently placing her crown on top of your head as you rested against her chest. She rocked you back and forth, kissing your forehead softly before she pressed her forehead down.

“Y/N… please. You have to wake up.” She begged softly.

“You can’t give up. You have never given up on anything your mind has been set to… not even on me. So don’t you dare start now.”

Wanda watched as a small blue wisp began to seep through the tendrils of Agatha’s magic, just by your chest.

“It’s too late. She’s won.” The wisp muttered in your soft tone.

“No no no. I’ve got you. I’ve got you and I’m not letting you go. Not this time.” She answered, frustration building in her.

“Wanda, please… let me go. It’s okay.”

“No. Never.”

She felt eyes fall onto her as Agatha stood triumphantly, a relieved smirk as she felt her body begin to fill with energy. Your energy. The wisp at your chest began to turn purple, but Wanda grabbed it before it could disappear.

“Don’t you get it?! I love you! I have since you first healed me! So please, Y/N… Stay.”

Agatha’s smirk began to falter, looking down at her hands to see darkness begin to spiral upwards. She tried to scrape it off, use her magic, anything and everything - but it was no use.

Wanda turned back to you as she felt you stir, an odd look in your tired eyes before you smirked. “You love me?”

She chuckled tearily and watched your healed hand cup her cheek. “Always, frumoasă.”

Wanda didn’t have to wait longer for a reply.

“I love you too.” You muttered, observing the emerald green irises disappear behind closed eyes as Wanda leaned in towards you.

You sighed into the kiss you’d dreamed of for a thousand hours. The way that melded with yours, how warm they were and the tingling sensation they brought, like fireworks. Wanda’s hand snaked around your back and pulled you closer, chest to chest, before she took another breath to kiss you softly.

You hugged Wanda tightly as she helped you stand, simply lifting you both with her magic. She placed your feet down after you summoned your healer robes, your dark blue cloak collecting behind you.

“Agatha Harkness.” You stated her name formally.

“Hmm…” She hummed, looking at you with anxiety hidden in her mask.

“Bye bye.” Wanda snapped, creating a quick slicing motion across her throat.

Agatha choked as the cut began to grow, falling to her knees as blood seeped from her wound and mouth. No air went in, no air came out, and she looked up at Wanda and you.

“A Harbinger of Chaos... with a Master Healer. What has this world come to?”

“The year 2024, bitch.” Wanda clicked her fingers and Agatha disintegrated, turning to face you as your healer robes diminished.

“Good façade, my love.” She complimented you before hugging you gently.

“Thank you, Wands.” You replied by her ear.

Wanda felt your body begin to lower in her grip and she lifted you into her arms, holding your head close to her chest so you could hear her heartbeat. She brought you back to the medical room, laying you down slowly before her suit was exchanged for pyjamas.

After returning the wires to where they were supposed to be, she cuddled up next to you. Your head lifted to meet her eyes, tears pricking them as she kissed your forehead.

“I love you.” She whispered.

“I love you too.” You giggled softly.

You knew this feeling. You knew that the tables would turn in your favour soon enough. The love that your heart held for this witch was something you never thought would happen.

“You know… I broke the golden rule of a Master Healer.” You smirked.

“Oh yeah?” Wanda matched your smirk.

“I fell in love with a patient.” You bit your bottom lip as you leaned in to kiss her softly, intoxicated on the tingling sensation she gave you.

She grinned as her fingers glided through your hair, bringing about the full beauty of your face. “I have a request.” She stated.

“Mhmm?” You hummed, resting on her shoulder as you played with the fingers of her other hand.

“Will you teach me Healeon?”

You smiled and she could feel it against her skin. “Only if you teach me Sokovian.”

Wanda smiled too and nodded, lifting your chin to look at her. “Of course.”

You yawned widely, your eyes closing as you leaned on Wanda’s warmth. “But after my nap, okay?”

She chuckled softly and nodded. “Anytime you’re ready, my healer.”

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#smalls-words #WandaMaximoff #wandamaximoffimagine #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x fem!reader #wanda maximoff angst #wanda maximoff x f!reader #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff x y/n #healer!reader #healer!fem!reader

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sailorblossoms · 1 year

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Expectations really did kick Baz’s ass in ways that are wild yet... funny? somehow? (This is rant is a messy compilations of thoughts, some I’ve already shared here. If you decide to read this, godspeed)

I think about the rat hunting date, when Baz asks Simon, “you had sex with your gf, right?” – now, I’ve seen Baz being portrayed all blushy like “whaaat? i can’t get over this, tmi” or something, but I don’t think that’s it. Baz has thought about Simon sexually and has had Sexual Urges for years. When he asks this... he has already put 2 and 2 together in his head: “surely Simon would be the same with the only person he has ever wanted” – because that’s how he thought! In CO, Baz tells you that he believes Simon has only ever wanted Agatha the entire time he has known him. Baz was fully expecting Simon to reply “yeah, we did it, I liked it, it was good” and whatever. When Baz is like “that’s good” he’s operating on the assumption that sex is something to be congratulated for. Something The Bros hi5 each other over because it’s good and mind-blowing and shit (given how Dev talked to him about sucking cock, Baz is probably familiar with these scene). He was fully prepared to be like “I don’t like this, but there you have it: you were attracted to a girl, now you are attracted to me. That’s bisexuality.” It would have been the “easy” and “simple” scenario, but the opposite happenes.

The reason Baz chokes all over rat's blood is not because he’s surprised by “yes, this thing happened” but likely 1. timing (he’s at his most vulnerable, doing something he associates with shame, Simon sharing this is the same) 2. it’s different to assume and to hear it being confirmed out loud. That whole exchange about Simon being like “I thought you knew” “I did, mostly” or something has to be about expectations and assumptions. There’s no way Baz would know for sure – these bitches were not talking about this. It makes the most sense that Simon, aware of expectations for boys like him and long-term relationships and a shit ton of other comphet bullshit and who he was supposed to be and be doing etc etc would be like “If I know, if I’m aware of these things, Baz would know too, he’s a smart cookie” and Baz is indeed aware.

However!! Baz is dead wrong about a couple of things:

1. He is the only person Simon has ever wanted (Simon tells us in WS! In italics! as if he needs to correct past assumptions that he ever wanted someone else before Baz!) This is where Simon gets the closest to voice this to him. in ways that are more romantic (“nothing I’ve ever experienced compares to you”) but perhaps less direct than explicitly thinking about sex with Baz and going “yep Baz is the only one I’ve ever wanted like this” (the only person he has ever actually wanted to have sex with) (If Baz thought Simon was only into Agatha while in school, it means Simon never showed actual romantic and/or sexual interest in anybody) (that’s not Baz)

2. The assumption that sex is always good/something to congratulate someone over (he should know better by this point... baby we’re going to get you a therapist to unpack those insecurities one of these days!) and that sex is confirmation of attraction, which Simon shuts down immediately (on both accounts!). This is what kicks Baz’s ass when he’s choking all over blood. That Simon is like “what the fuck are you congratulating me over? hell no, get this away from me” while kicking walls and trying to direct the conversion from something uncomfortable and unsexy (comphet sex) to something very sexy for Simon (Baz hunting. Baz covered in blood. Baz doing a little murder.)

Now, Simon doesn’t outright say: “comphet sex sucks in such complex and confusing ways – this was a bad experience for me that I’m only now beginning to unpack, but I would rather not unpack it because it unsettles the shit out of me. While lots of us go through confusing and unsettling shit in the process of figuring ourselves out, I do not understand what it means that I chose to do this thing when I didn’t experience attraction, nor did I actually want it.” But it’s there, trust me. (Or don’t trust me. You’re welcomed to go through my little blog to find me unpacking this with examples and specific paragraphs and all that nerdy shit. Most of it it’s said without Simon outright saying it).

“It was just going through the motions” is truly all you need to say it sucked ass (I feel like that winnie the pooh meme when I read “sex was good for them” in any way shape or form like... do we know what going through the motions means. Do we know it’s indicative of not being into it. Nerve endings and whatever stimulations are not necessarily going to override the negativity if your mind and emotions are not into it. Simply sticking something in a warm place is not good enough!) But Simon saying “it was fine” is more notable to me because, first of all, “fine” can be negative or positive depending on context. In a scale of things that are supposed to be super good and mind-blowing or whatever, “fine” is “meh” – it’s dismissive! it’s indicative of dissapoinment, even! shit could be much better than this! Also, “tis but a scratch” is Simon:

Don’t wait for him to say “it sucked ass” to be sure it sucked ass!! Anyway, going back to Bazzy-boy: this is part of what Simon is communicating to him in ways that might be confusing and are certainly surprising to Baz. None of what Simon tells him is the “easy” or “simple” scenario. Baz doesn’t expect all this confusion – things are pretty clear for him (he has known himself/his sexuality for a long time now). Even the wrong things seem clear – though in his defense, Baz’s wrong assumptions are pretty normal assumptions.

3. Simon is telling him that he wasn’t attracted to the one person Baz thought Simon had been into his entire life is important to note because Baz has actual programming he has to actively work against here. The only times Simon has ever pushed himself to process and then voice all the ways in which his past relationship was wrong were in the presence of Baz. Because Simon wants Baz to know.

4. Going back to Baz having normal yet wrong assumptions... I really do mean it when I say Simon is trying to change the subject from unsexy to sexy haha. Baz assumed Simon would be normal about romance and sexual attraction, but he’s hit with “me doing a little murder is my declaration of love for you” “slaying a chimera in hindsight is totally a romantic thing, didn’t that give my love for you away?” “obviously there’s no heterosexual explanation for me showing up at all your football practices. let me say i didn’t like in 5th year and I still don’t like you anyway, like a damn liar” “actual sex with my past gf? unsexy as hell, i’ll take no further questions thank you” “it’s very sexy when you hunt” “I want to kiss your bloody mouth with your fangs out, who the fuck cares about the plague!”

#baz pitch #simon snow #simon snow trilogy #sometimes i write concise and comprehensible metas #this is not one of those times #a true word vomit #carry on

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acriminalmind · 2 years

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Hypnotized

SoftDark!Therapist Agatha Harkness x Fem reader

Summary: After years of struggling with your mental health you decide to visit a therapist. She makes all your worries go away. She makes all your thoughts go away. She will take care of you like you will take care of her.

Warnings: manipulation, little bit of stalking, smut, soft sex, vaginal, G!P Agatha, mind control, Dom Agatha, Sub reader, kissing, non-con, vaginal, kidnapping, fluff, pet names, praise, Daddy kink, implied pregnancy, metal health issues.

Tell me if I missed any warnings.

After years of struggling with your mental health, you decide to finally accept the help of a therapist. Mainly hating the idea of submitting yourself to a random person you don't know and opening up about your life has prevented you from doing so for the past years. But after the umpteenth breakdown your friend Laura finally convinced you to accept help. She gave you a pamphlet from a therapist who was seated on the other side of your town. Agatha Harkness was the name of the therapist. The website gave you slight information about the practice and Agatha herself. A picture showed a dark-haired middle-aged woman. She wore a purple sweater and dark trousers. You couldn't deny that she looked good.

You quickly clicked to the contact page before actually drooling over your perhaps therapist you'd never met.

That night you send an E-mail to her to ask her for more information. Not even a half-hour later you already received a reply. The information and answers she gave you took away most of your nerves before you decide to make an appointment with her which she accepted. In two days you will have your first session.

Standing in the waiting room of the practice you watched the artwork hanging on the white walls. Not being an art connoisseur you did not know about the artist or the meaning of the art, but they distracted you enough from the nerves you had about the appointment. Through your distraction and standing with your back to the door, you didn't notice the dark-haired beauty watching you with intrigued purple eyes. A sweet voice then called out your name which made you spin around turning to where the voice came from. "Good afternoon, my name is Agatha Harkness. You must be Y/N Y/LN?" "Yep, that's me." You smiled nervously. "Please come in, Hun." The little pet name made you blush a little. Stepping into her office your eyes wandered around. It wasn't like you expected at all. It wasn't as clinical-like as you thought. The walls carried a beautiful earth tone. There were three couches in the middle of the room. Two one seats and one corner sofa. In the middle of the couches stood a glass table with multiple glasses and a can filled with water. Against one of the walls stood closets filled with books and other stuff. Two wall sides of the room were filled with windows that are slightly closed by black blindings. "Please, take a seat. Do you want anything to drink?" "No thank you miss Harkness." "Please, call me Agatha," she answers with a sweet smile. "Okey." Taking place on the corner sofa you look at the other woman who pours a glass of water for herself before taking a seat in one of the one seats. "So, tell me how can I help you, dear?"

It was now weeks after your first session and you felt better. Every week you had an appointment with Agatha and she helped you feel better. You couldn't deny the strange feeling you've been having lately though. It felt like you were being watched, but every time you looked around you no one was there. You didn't think much of it though.

Agatha had started watching you through her magic ball. When first saw you all those months ago she felt something. She was very lonely after the whole Westview thing and wanted a partner who she could take care of, who she could hold against her in bed and cuddle with on the couch while watching a movie. After watching you some more she found out that you had had a tough life which left you with some mental problems. That day she created a therapist practice in your town spreading flyers around hoping you would react. After a while, you still hadn't contacted her so she knew she had to do something about it. She manipulated your day so you would have another breakdown before mentally manipulating your friend into giving her flyer to you and convincing you to finally go seek help. Now she finally has you close she just had to wait for the right moment to make a move and draw you in. And that moment would be your next and last session with her.

Since your first encounter with Agatha, everything seemed to go well for you. Today though everything went different. As if someone called a curse upon you. You felt your mental state going down by the minute. You felt vulnerable, alone, and miserable. Not one choice you made today was a good one. The only thing that kept you from going to bed at one in the afternoon was your appointment with Agatha at three. And as if the gods didn't bully you enough for the day it started raining when you walked towards the practice. "Of fucking course, as if a broken car isn't worse enough the weather god decides to piss on me," you yelled at the clouts with growing frustration. When walked inside the building Agatha was waiting for you. "O honey, you are soaked. Here let me help you. Please take off your clothes so they can dry on the heating. I will get you a blanket so you won't get a cold." Not questioning her request because of all the frustration you start to undress. You hold the soft blanket around you while Agatha spreads your clothes over the different heaters of the room. When she returns to you you break down in her arms. "Sss, don't worry hun, everything will be alright. You don't have to worry your pretty little head over your life anymore. Daddy will take good care of you from now on."

She leads both of you to the corner couch. She brings her fingers to your temples and starts entering your mind. "I'm gonna make you feel so good, honey, after the day you had. Will you let Daddy do that?" Nodding your head without a thought you let her push you on your back. "Let me make you mine, baby." With a flick of her wrist, you both are completely naked. "Let me take care of you." She lays herself on top of you and starts placing small kisses on your neck. Your mind tries to fight her magic, but she is too strong. "Don't fight me, baby. I know what's best for you. You belong to me now." She takes ahold of her hardened cock en pushes the in pre cum covered tip against your pussy. "I can feel how wet you are for me, Hun. Just for Daddy." You grab onto her shoulder when she slowly starts to push in. A moan leaves your mouth while you close your eyes. "Look at me baby, don't close your eyes. I want you to look at daddy." The magic inside your mind makes you lose control over your body. You open your eyes looking at her purple-colored ones. "Good girl."

Both your bodies move in sync. A layer of sweat has appeared on both of your bodies. Moans are filling the room. Agatha kisses you with passion licking your bottom lip and asking for access which you grant. The slow lovemaking between you makes you fully lose control over your mind. "I love you so much, dear. From the moment I saw you I knew you were my soulmate. And you will learn to love me too. I will train you to be the perfect Mrs. Harkness." You feel yourself reaching your orgasm. A silent voice in your head says to ask promotion first. "D-Daddy, I-I'm gonna cum. Can I cum please?" She looks down at you with a sweet smile, "asking permission like the good girl you are, of course, you can cum for Daddy." She slides her hand between your bodies to stimulate your clit. "Cum for me, baby." Your walls clench around her cock bringing her to her orgasm too. Her cum paints the inside of your walls while yours decorate her shaft. She lays her head into the crook of your neck. "Finally I have you all to myself," she whispers while you play with her loose hair. "I'm all yours Agatha." The purple glow slowly leaves your eyes, but the magic does not leave your mind.

*A year later*

Standing in the kitchen, wearing your flower kitchen apron you work on dinner when you hear the front door open and close. You feel two arms slipping around your round belly. Agatha lays her head on your shoulder kissing your cheek. "I missed you, darling." "You say that every day my dear. And you are only away for a couple of hours." You turn around bringing your arms around her neck and giving her a quick peck on the lips. "Even if it's just a few hours, I rather want to be with you every second of the day." You giggle at her words. "I think you will get sick of me then.""I will never get sick of you, baby." She kneels before you turning her attention to your belly. "And I can't wait for you to join us, little one." Giving your belly a kiss she stands up. "Dinner smells good." "I hope it tastes good too." "Of course it will, it's made by you." "You're too nice to me." With a snap of her long fingers, the table is set. Taking your hand into hers she walks you to the table sitting on her chair before pulling you in her lap. "What kind of desert do I get after finishing this delicious meal?" You bring your fork to her mouth feeding her small bites of the roasted chicken, "If you're a good girl and finish your plate you can have me for dessert." Her eyes become dark with lust at your words, "Well then, start feeding me, Mommy. I'm hungry for dessert." You smile at her. "How did I get so lucky to have you as my wife." "I think it's called...fate, my dear."

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