#Agatha Harkness x transmasc reader

[agathasboytoy]

Agatha Harkness x Transmasc! Reader

NSFW Headcanons

This is purely self indulgent, no one but me asked for this. TERFS and minors DNI!!!!!!!!! Don't like, don't read.

Keep in mind, this has not been edited whatsoever. This was made through pure horniness.

Content: AFAB body, use of he/him and masculine terms of endearment for reader ( good boy, puppy, baby boy, etc), t-dick and boypussy :3, mommy kink, possessive! Agatha, praise kink, degradation kink, semi-public sex, enchanted strap-on, collaring, and implied age gap.

~ Agatha is 100% the dom in this relationship. Even when she is on the bottom, she is topping. Like she is holding you tightly by your leash while you fuck your strap into her from behind

" Such a good boy for me..." Agatha moans, tugging on the leash attached to your collar to quicken your pace, "You're fucking mommy so well, baby..."

~ Speaking of strap, she definitely enchants it for you so you can feel her walls tightening around your dick. She knows it helps ease your bottom dysphoria.

~ She also definitely uses her enchanted on you, aching to feel your boypussy squirt all over her cock.

" God, you are so desperate for me.... moaning like a bitch in heat while you ride mommy's cock..." She thrusts roughly into your abused and leaking hole, " and you feel so good for me, baby... like this cunt was made for me to fuck.."

~ She teases the hell out of you by subtly rubbing your t-dick through your jeans, getting off on the power you give her letting her use your body like this.

"Awww, is my sweet pup getting all worked up from mommy rubbing his little cock through his pants?" the older woman giggles lightly into your ear as you try to contain your moans, "Shhhh, baby... You wouldn't want Wanda to hear you now, would you?"

~ Absolutely adores oral sex. No matter if she is giving or receiving, she is game. She'll eat you out just as eagerly as she'll fuck your face with her cunt.

~ When I say this woman is possessive of you... I mean it. She does not leave an inch of your skin unmarked, wanting to make sure that everyone knows who you belong to.

~ Overstimulation is such a big kink for Agatha, she just loves seeing your t-dick all slick and swollen for her. She just loves making her dumb little puppy become a drooling, bumbling mess from how good she is making you feel.

~ Oh, and you bet she worships the hell out of your body, her hands always lightly tracing your top surgery scars and kissing every inch of them once she's cleaned you up.

~ Aftercare is a must. She'll slowly ease you out of your subspace with whispers of praise in your ear as she holds you and kisses you all over

" You were exceptional tonight, baby boy... You made mommy so proud." Agatha softly caresses your cheek, " It's like you were made for me... made to be mine."

I'm sure I'll write some more later, but this is all for now. I hope you enjoyed reading them!

[scarletemeraldpurple]

Kinktober day 25: Werewolf

Agatha Harkness X Transmasc! werewolf! Reader

Notes: Drugging but it’s just hrt, Agatha being a canonical monsterfucker, knotting, reader has a dick via magic

You had tried to be normal your whole life. Well, as normal as a witch could be. You knew you should consider yourself lucky for growing up in a community of witches. But despite being a group on the outskirts of society, they still found a way to make you feel like an outsider. Something was always just…different about you. And as far as your town was concerned, that difference was meant to be hidden.

And then you got bit. You don’t even know who it was. You were just out on a walk one night, and the creature bit you. You were found in the morning, your tattered clothing and the mark on your shoulder told the story of what happened. You had to leave. Your parents didn’t even look at you as you said goodbye.

There was only one place you could think to go. She might take your magic, but maybe she could cure you too.

You walked for days, but finally found her cottage out in the woods. You walked up the steps of her front porch and steeled your nerves. You took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

Agatha had heard rumblings that there was a baby-were in the area. She was familiar with your town. With how…conservative they could be. Served them right, she figured.

Then she heard your knock on the door.

Agatha Harkness was not what you expected. Everyone described her as something of a beast. But she was a stunning beauty. You supposed you were the beast.

“Are you lost dear?”

You cleared your throat. “No, I, I was looking for you.”

“Most people don’t come looking for me you know.” She said leaning against the door frame. She studied you for a second. “But you’re used to not being like ‘most people’, aren’t you sweetheart?”

“I guess you could say that.”

“Well, you may as well come in, sun’s going down. Who knows what kind of creatures could be lurking.”

You chuckled uncomfortably. Would she be scared of you too?

Agatha already knew who you were, or at least, what you were. Maybe even more than you did. She was waiting for you to open up.

“Do you have a name dear?”

“Y/N, Y/N L/N”

“And what brings you all the way out here, Y/N L/N? You must know the stories about me.”

“I do. That’s why I’m here actually.”

She raised her eyebrows and lowered them. “Oh yeah? Do tell.”

“I was wondering. Well…”

Agatha tapped her nails on the counter. Enjoying how nervous you were.

“I can live with giving up my power, if you can also take away my lycanthropy.” You finally said.

Agatha nodded slowly. “Well, I have some bad news for you dear. I’m afraid that’s not something I can absorb from you.”

“Oh. Okay.”

“But, I can still help you.”

“You can? How?…and why do you want to help me?”

“What can I say I have a soft spot for the outcasts, but tell anyone that and I’ll kill you.”

“My lips are sealed,” you said with a small smile. “Thank you, Agatha.”

—

Agatha had you gathering juniper leaves and juniper berries out in the woods the next day. She assured you they would ease your transformation. She stayed in her garden and collected a few different herbs and flowers.

She got to work making a potion when you filled the small basket. She shooed you out of the kitchen while she worked on it. So you sat in the living room and fed a carrot to her pet rabbit.

“I hope she can help me señor, I don’t want to hurt anyone. What if I hurt you by accident?”

“Well with my help you won’t need to worry about that.” Agatha said as she entered, startling you slightly.

Señor Scratchy hopped off of your lap at the disturbance.

“Sorry bud.”

“Never mind him, here drink.” Agatha said, handing you a cup.

You took a sip, it burned a bit. “Is this a gin and tonic?”

“Well it’s a tonic of sorts, and it makes use of the juniper berries, which is what gin is made of if you didn’t know.”

It wasn’t too bad, as far as potions go. Maybe you could be a gin and tonic person.

“So what does this do exactly?”

“It’ll help you feel…more like yourself when taken consistently over time. Which is why you’re starting the regiment now, with the full moon a few weeks away.”

“Got it.”

You drank your potion diligently over the course of the week. They made you feel…inexplicably great. But by the end of the week you woke up to some unexpected changes.

“Agatha I think I’m turning early.”

“How do you feel?” Agatha asked.

“I’m hairier!”

“That’s not what I asked. Take a deep breath, how do you feel?”

You took a deep breath in and out. Trying to gather your thoughts.

“You look good. I can tell you that much, prettyboy.”

“I thought this was to help ease my transformation.”

“Well, in a sense it is,” Agatha said, moving towards you,

“After all, isn’t that part of your worry? That this ,”she traced a finger along your newly hairy arm, “is part of what makes you a monster?”

“How-how did you know?l

“You think you’re the first transgender person I’ve met? You’re not even the first transgender werewolf. Truth be told I’ve always felt a certain kinship with people like you.” She said.

“How so?”

She gripped your shoulders and looked at you seriously. “Because you are survivors. You’re rule breakers. I’ve seen how your community is punished, erased by society. And yet here you are. And I never want you to feel shame for surviving. It has never been your fault that the people around you don’t understand you.”

Her hands had moved to cup your face. You rubbed your thumbs gently on hee wrists. You moved without thought to kiss her. She smiled against your lips. You pulled back when you realized what you had done.

“Come here, pup.” She said before pulling you in for a deeper kiss.

One of her hands moved to the back of your head, scratching you gently.

She was So gentle with you, you barely knew what to do with yourself. So you just kept kissing her, one hand cupping her face, wanting to keep her close.

“And tomorrow, my dear pup, the real fun begins,” she said when you two finally broke apart.

She pulled you into bed with her that night and cozied up on top of your chest. For the first time in…forever, you felt like you were going to be okay.

—

You woke up all by yourself and quickly shuffled to find Agatha.

She was in the living room doing some cleaning.

“Why didn’t you wake me? I should be helping you.”

Agatha waved you off. “I have a process. I need to clean the space for a little spell we’re gonna do.”

“What kind of spell?”

“You’ll see.”

Agatha brought out a purple candle, placed it on the coffee table and sprinkled some dried juniper leaves around it.

“Sit down in front of the table, whatever way is most comfortable.”

You obeyed.

“Good pup. Now,” she snapped her fingers and the lights went out in her home. Leaving you both in the dark with only a magical purple flame.

“Direct your attention to the flame pup, and take a deep breath in. Breathe in the scent of pine as you stare into my purple flame. Today we’re peeling back all your layers. Uncovering You, and all the parts you’re most scared of. And that’s okay. Because I’m here, and you certainly don’t scare me, pup. Now, I want you to imagine what you look like as a werewolf, just your appearance. You’ll keep your mind throughout this.”

You stared into the flame. You didn’t know what you would look like.

“Don’t overthink it. Don’t even worry about if it’d be accurate. Just let your imagination roam. How would your body feel, how would it look, how would it move.”

You swore you felt yourself get hairier, felt your ears morph and grow. Claws sprouting from your fingertips. And your mind drifted to something for just a second, then you felt the weight in your pants.

“Good pup, I think you’re ready.” Agatha snuffed out the candle and brought the lamps to a dim glow. She held up a mirror to you.

It was a surprising image to be sure. But, it still looked like you, ultimately. You hadn’t noticed when your shirt had ripped, your new fur concealed a couple particular areas of your chest.

“I like this look. Come closer pup.” Agatha beckoned with a crooked finger.

You found yourself walking on all fours over to her.

“Good pup. You’re doing so good. And it’ll only get easier from here, turning back and forth. Now, come on up,” she said, patting the space next to her on the couch.

“Good pup,” she scratched behind one of your ears and you involuntarily thumped your leg. “Awww, look at you, following your instincts.” She cooed.

She eyed the new bulge in your pants. “Tell me pup, are there any other….urges we should explore?” She moved her hand to the inside of your thigh and you whimpered.

“Oh poor baby. Have you not been touched in a while sweet boy?”

“Not—no.”

“Have you never been touched honey?”

“I- I did the touching so to speak.”

“I see. Well, you just let me take care of everything sweet boy.” Agatha got up and led you to the bed. You trotted along on all fours.

She stripped as soon as the door was closed and you had to stop your tongue from lolling out of your mouth.

She smirked at you. “Enjoying the view pup?”

You nodded emphatically.

“Good. Now,” She laid back on the bed, spread her legs, and ran her fingers through her folds, “I’ll be honest pup, just seeing you like this, has gotten me all worked up, think you can help me with that?”

You scrambled onto the bed and took her fingers into your mouth. You licked at them and found your tongue was much longer than normal.

“Oh wow baby, look at you. You want more?” She said, spreading her legs wider.

You immediately moved to lap at her. You quickly discovered your new tongue could penetrate her and cover her clit at the same time. She gripped your head and grinder herself against her.

“Good pup, goood pup, your mouth feels so good baby.”

She was dripping onto you and you absolutely loved it. You felt yourself get hard and you couldn’t help but grind against the bed.

“Awww baby, feeling desperate? You warmed me up so well baby. You ready to be inside of me sweetheart?”

You just looked up at her in awe.

“C’mon pup, let’s get those pants off.”

You accidentally ripped them taking them off.

“It’s okay baby, we’ll worry about that later, right now I just want you in me.”

You rubbed your cock against her, just getting used to the new form and sensation.

“Good boy, my good boy.” Agatha cooed as she reached down to guide you in.

You moaned as her cunt consumed you. Squeezing you tight and surrounding you in warmth. You just stayed put inside of her for a minute trying to control your breathing.

She pulled you down for a kiss. Then whispered something to you: “I can take it baby. Fuck me like a good boy. Give me your knot, pup.”

You lost control and your hips thrusted back and forth getting totally lost in her. She felt so good she felt so good she just felt so good. You found yourself fucking howling over it all.

“That’s a good fucking pup, you just can’t help it huh?”

You shook your head and howled again.

“That’s my good boy. You fill me up so well baby. My perfect pup,” she husked out.

“Fuck fuck, sorry, so close, don’t know if I can last.”

“Fill me up baby. Gonna keep you inside me, gonna keep you right here. You’re all mine now, you know that pup?”

“All yours, all yours Agatha. Fuck.” You came and you felt your knot swell locking you inside of her.

“Good pup. Now I’m just gonna,” she reached a hand between you two and rubbed her clit, “I’m gonna cum so hard around this knot baby.” She moaned and she played.

You felt her squeeze impossibly tighter around you, driving you into overstimulation and you whimpered.

“Oh that’s good baby. I love all your noises, you keep that up and I’m gonna cum. Gonna cum all over your cock. Get us both all messy.”

You let out some truly embarrassing noises and Agatha came with the nails of her free hand scratching down your back. You wondered if there would be marks when you changed back.

“Oh you did so good baby. Now, you can relax, and as you relax you’ll find yourself changing back to your human form. Not all at once. You’ll just be my weighted blanket, and my dildo, until you fall asleep.” She said gently, scratching your head as you laid atop her.

She dislodged from underneath you when you finally fell asleep. She managed to do it without disturbing you. Tonight had exhausted you.

She smiled at your sleeping form. You would only become more yourself from here, and she couldn’t wait to see it.

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Hey, so I want to start writing some shit cause this account is dead rn so send me some requests for fanfics with whatever prompts.

I'll write one-shots or head cannons for fluff or smut.

I'll write for any characters listed below x AFAB/GN/Transmasc!Reader.

I'm going to be writing for the following characters so please read it before requesting:

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Aaron Hotchner (Criminal Minds) Alex Blake (Criminal Minds) Elle Greenaway (Criminal Minds) Emily Prentiss (Criminal Minds) Jennifer 'JJ' Jareau (Criminal Minds) Luke Alvez (Criminal Minds)

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Andromeda Black (Marauders) Narcissa Black (Marauders)

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Chad Meeks-Martin (Scream 5/6) Quinn Bailey (Scream 6) Sam Carpenter (Scream 5/6)

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Agnes/Agatha Harkness (Marvel) Alice Wu Gulliver (Marvel) Rio Vidal/Death (Marvel)

***** Jackie Taylor (Yellow Jacket's-1996)💖 Lottie Matthews (Yellow Jacket's-1996) 💚 Nat Scatorccio (Yellow Jacket's-1996) 💙 Shauna Shipman (Yellow Jacket's-1996) 💜 Van Palmer (Yellow Jacket's-1996/2021)🧡

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Disclaimer:

I do not put TW's on my work before publishing as I wouldn't know where to start with them and what to/what not to put a warning about, so just a notice about that (not that I'd intentionally write anything triggering, maybe just a bit of angst here and there).

That's it for now, however this'll probably be update a lot, but feel free to start requesting :)

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[zafirosreverie]

Hi, I was wondering if possible you could do an agatha/agnes x reader where the reader is transmasc and is having a bout of dysphoria? and agnes reaffirms their gender and soothes them? i've read all of your agnes fics and they're great, i'm sure you've received many requests so i understand if you can't do this one.

Sure thing dear! Actually, this was my only request, so thank you! ^ - ^

I'm not transmasc nor have anyone close to me that is it, but i did my homework and made a little research about this. I got the basics but I'm far from fully understanding it, so if i got anything wrong, or something offends you, please let me know so i can fix it!

I hope you enjoy it and remember that you're all beautiful, that you matter, that you're amazing and i love you! ❤

My little star (Agatha x Transmasc!Reader)

You slid through the wall until you sat on the floor and hugged your knees close to your chest. Tears were already forming on your eyes, making them burn. You didn’t want to cry, you didn’t want to feel like this, but you couldn’t help it. It was just too much for you and you felt so tired.

Being you has never been easy. Everyone has to grow up with other people's expectations, you were sure. But it was different in your case, because you were forced to grow up as something you never were, not really. 

When you were born, someone declared you a female based on your genitals, and your family always treated you as one. They would make you wear dresses, play with dolls, they wanted you to be sweet and charming. Even your aunt taught you how to do your make up. 

“To be beautiful for the boys” she said.

But that wasn’t you. 

You enjoyed some things, of course, like the make up (as long as you keep it subtle and not too often) or even some clothes, but that was it. You just weren’t what they wanted you to be. You tried to talk with them, and even if some members of the family accepted you, the rest just didn’t, and it hurted so much when they would call you with femenine pronouns. You were sure they did it on purpose, trying to make you “regain sense”.

You didn’t want to go to school, because of the pressure of having to wear what “girls had to wear”. You stopped eating healthy and even had trouble sleeping. They thought you were throwing a tantrum. When you were old enough, you left your house. It was just too much and you had to leave that life behind. It wasn’t yours after all, it was a life made for a little girl. Not for you.

You really couldn’t remember how you ended up in Westview, but it wasn’t important. You felt safe there and everything was fine. Except that it was a lie too. 

Sometimes, you would feel someone’s eyes in your back, or would hear someone whispering (not so subtle) about your hair, your clothes, etc. It was the same thing you were running away from, but it seemed like it followed you. But, you couldn’t leave. Not this time.

“Y/N? dear, are you there?” Agatha’s voice came from the other side of the door and you sighed.

She was the only thing keeping you here. Agatha was your everything. She was the first  person you met when you arrived at the town. At that time, you believed her name was Agnes. She complimented you, saying how beautiful of a woman you were. It hurted you, yes, but it was your fault. You were the one who decided to wear makeup that day, after all.

You did want to make a good impression, so you just let it pass, and shyly agreed to have dinner with her that night, not that you really had a choice. Agnes made clear that she would come to your house that night if you didn’t go to hers. You would have been offended, but she was cute, so, the hell with it. 

And that was the start of your relationship. Dinner turned into a morning walk, that turned into lunch, that turned into tea and gossip in your house, that turned into movies night. And then it suddenly became your Friday routine. Accidental brushes turned into hand holding. Then came the first date, the first kiss and you two walked slowly to the point of no return.

After the third date, you decided it was enough and couldn’t pretend anymore. So, when she was holding you on the couch, you cleared your throat and made her pause the movie to look at you. 

It was a hard talk for you, because you didn’t want to lose her, but you also wanted her to know you. The real you. 

It was a surprise when Agnes frowned before she took your face in her hands and stared at you. She scolded you for not telling her before and quickly apologized for having called you the wrong pronouns all this time. You blinked, not expecting that reaction. It was a relief, not having to pretend with her like you did with your family.

But you weren’t the only one having to pretend. After your reveal, she took you to her house and showed you her basement.  

“A secret for a secret, hon” she had said before she told you her real name was Agatha Harkness and that she was a witch. At first, you were confused, then you were angry that she was joking like this just after you got the courage to tell her about you, then you just wanted to laugh, and finally, when she showed you her beautiful purple magic, you blinked. You felt fear, but it was just for a second. Then, you remembered all the words she said to you, how she wanted to be there for you, by your side. And you knew, you wanted that too. You wanted to be with her, no matter what.

Agatha became more protective of you after that. She would do anything to make sure you felt comfortable, she never questioned you for your likings and would always encourage you to be yourself. She was always by your side and you were so happy for that. 

But that didn’t mean you couldn’t feel insecure.

“Y/N” she knocked again, interrupting your thoughts “Love, please open up” she begged you and the amount of love and concern you heard in her voice was enough to finally let the tears run through your face. 

Agatha frowned when she heard you crying and decided it was enough. Using her magic, she opened the door and quickly kneeled in front of you. “Y/N, what’s wrong?” she asked softly, pulling you into her arms. 

You hid your face in her chest and tried to explain it, but it came out in parts. Just a few words. So she asked for your permission to look at your mind. It took you some minutes but you finally nodded and she did it.

She saw it all like you lived it. She felt the same eyes on her back as you did, heard the same whispers, saw the same judging look you got. Some were eyes from people of Westview, but others were from people outside, your family, ex friends, etc. She felt the same anxiety you had, the need to run, to scream. To be free. 

She saw the world like you did, and it broke her heart. Because you were watching the world with broken eyes. 

Agatha felt her own tears coming to her eyes, as she saw you looking at yourself through the mirror, you had half of your face with make up, but you doubted doing the other side. She saw how you wanted to pick flowers, but kept walking when people looked at you. 

She felt your insecurity. 

“I don’t know who i am anymore” you whispered when she came back to reality. Agatha kissed your temple and gently rocked you, her holding tightening around you. 

“You’re Y/N” she said “my little star”

“But i don’t know what i am” you cried “I always fought against the idea of being a woman, but i keep doing things that women do”

“No” she said “you do things that people do”

“This is not how transmasc people are supposed to be” 

“Y/N, there’s not right way to be transmasc” she whispered, running her finger through your hair “or anything else, for the record. People don’t have to look or act a certain way for their gender to be valid. You want to wear makeup sometimes? Then we’ll do each other’s make up! You want to pick flowers? Then you go to that garden and bring back a bouquet for our kitchen table. You can do anything you want because just you are you. Love, nobody can tell you how to be you.”

You cried harder on her chest, not understanding how someone that was supposedly evil could love this much. Agatha pressed another kiss on your temple before she grabbed you by the chin, making your e/c eyes meet her blue ones. 

“I love you, Y/N. Y-O-U.It’s up to you to decide what you’re comfortable with, but whatever you decide it is, i’ll be by your side” 

A small smile appeared on your face and you silently swore you would give this woman the world. You would fight Wanda, her magic and everything else for her. She wiped your tears before she lovingly kissed you, making you feel like, no matter what, you  were her little star, and you will be safe.