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imorynn · 3 months ago

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˚ʚ ── mi 𝙣𝙚𝙣𝙖, pretty 𝙗𝙪𝙣𝙣𝙮 ( ᴀ.ʜᴀʀᴋɴᴇꜱꜱ • ʀ.ᴠɪᴅᴀʟ )

˚ʚ pairings : agatha harkness ✗ fem!reader ✗ rio vidal

˚ʚ genre / mentions : nsfw (18+) throuple, established relationship, fingering ( rio giving to reader ), pet names, spanking, submissive!reader, agatha being rough, rio being more soft than agatha, pet names, rio speaking just slight spanish — affectionate!

˚ʚ word count : 1.2k+

˚ʚ author’s note : this is to be longer in a next fic — just had to get this out of the way :,>

──"S-shit!" your squeal was justified — although do not tell Agatha that — this was the thirteeieth time she had landed a cruel, dragged out blow on your ass.

"What was that, dear?" She squeezed down on the distressed fat of your ass, taunting a smile when you whimpered at the pain. "Oh! Would you listen to that, hmm." You were not certain if she had been speaking to you or the bronze skinned woman whose lap you were currently bent over, and you groaned internally. "I didn’t take you for having such a naughty mouth especially when you’re in this position — should I start over?”

Your lips parted as you fervently shook your head, body flinching away from the featherlight caress of Rio’s thumb that made its discreet way to your clit, your slick clinging onto her skin. The searing humiliation at the pleasure the act brought upon, around, and through you made you so fucking wet while Agatha just condescendingly cooed in this deriding tone, her grinning mouth softly skimming your nape, “This hurts, bun?”

Your fingers dug into Rio’s arm, nails slicing into the skin yet she did not seem to mind. Her own digits were now carving into your walls so deeply, in such a fucking leisured pace compared to Agatha’s bolting actions. It caused pained jolts to crawl up your spine, dizzying you because of the contrasts, the differences between their touch, their way of handling you.

“Hey, don’t be so mean to her … I’m sure she’s learned her lesson by now, verdad, mi nena?” ( right, my girl?)

Your thighs constricted together from how desperate they both make you feel, almost pathetic enough to make Rio want to chastise you, to tell you to get a grip of yourself or else this little punishment would continue being dragged out, yet she lamented, deeply sighing when her digits slipped out of your tightness. Her head tilted down to press a soft kiss on your dampened temple, voice hushed only for you to hear in this moment, "Sweetheart, you gotta keep it together. You know how Agatha gets… just a bit more.”

Yet the octave of your whimpering increased with each second passing, your clutch on Rio’s forearm providing you the little bit of strength to hold yourself up against Agatha’s strikes. However, you did not concede from the two witches. A resilient pretty little thing you were; they admired you for that. They admired more that you were theirs and theirs only.

Your fragile sniffles within the thickening air —accompanied by Rio partaking in dabbing away the tears kissing your waterline — made Agatha’s frown of distaste deepen, the bridge of her nose scrunching in vexation as her heated palm kneaded over your contused ass. There had been inflamed blemishes branded everywhere, all in the shape and form of her palm and her fingers, and her lips parted as she tenderly parted your thighs, grabbing at your cheeks and spreading them so perfectly until both of your glistening slits were winking at her.

"You don’t know her as well as you think then. She apparently hasn’t learned anything. She isn’t going to if you keep buttering her up and playing ‘good cop’," she deadpanned, her touch creeping through your puffy folds, scoffing when you whimpered beneath her. "This is making her wet. Look at this, such a horny little slut, aren’t you?"

Prudently, your chin dipped down before lightly rising again in a nod. "Can't help it, Ag," you mumbled softly, beseeching doe-eyes lifting to meet with Rio’s dark aligned-brown ones when Agatha’s other hand enveloped your aching hipbone in a bruising grip. You groaned under the rush of pain, then exhaled, and she took this as her opportunity to slap your behind again.

"Oh, but I think you can, bunny." There was an edge to her tone as she loosely curled her fingers into her palm, knuckles brushing against your swollen clit so very lightly, her jaw becoming more prominent at the sound of a moan and an exhale — all sealed in one — leaving you. Her hand which had been on your hip ascended under the subtle shape of your jawline, ivory fingertips prodding into the flesh as heat drummed over it. The position gave her leverage in pulling off of Rio’s thighs and snapping you completely back against her, your front exposed and scrutinized by the Green Witch’s devouring gaze. Rio’s expression was a flawless balance of devilish yet floored from the sight before her, and that sent a tingle spiraling right up your curved spine.

"You were the one who begged me to have another in this —and out of aaall people, you chose that one right there,” Her blue irises shifted and glanced at Rio who, currently puncturing tender-open mouthed kisses to your hip, could not help the smirk forming at Agatha’s involuntarily flushed expression from her other lover’s gaze but tried to minimize it with her hissed out words, “and I sooo generously granted you this — sharing you. Now you've got two of us. And there really shouldn’t be a reason why you should be touching yourself without us. It's one of the rules."

A cry spewed past your lips as Agatha’s hand came down, sharply colliding with your ass, and she let you fall across Rio’s lap once more. Pain spasmed throughout your entire body, electricity crepitating throughout your every fiber as you quivered under her. Your senses rang and blurred, your vision becoming dark and speckled, and you endeavored to blink back the tears cluttering at your lashes as threats of unconsciousness blurred at your borders.

"That’s it … be a good girl and come back to us, pretty bunny."

Agatha’s precious face flooded your mind, and you smiled up at her dumbly, a breeze of air brushing against the raw plump skin of your ass. "Verdant," you faintly breathed out, eyelids fluttering shut at the feel of Rio’s fingers already smoothing over your ass, her lush lips and tongue assisting in soothing the swelling. "Verdant. ’m okay, Aggy, that one was just a bit hard."

Agatha’s brows hitched, and there was a rare gentle beat of hesitation which breezed through the air before her lips pursed, cheekbones accentuating from the pretty action until her lips dominantly, amiably molded against yours. You basked in the intimacy, your stomach tightening as her fingers pressed into the apple of your cheeks, your ass bucking into Rio’s touch.

"Very good girl indeed, preciosa ( precious )," Rio’s words were mumbled against the perspirated skin of your neck, a hiss arising from your throat as she rewarded you by rubbing her fingers over your ass once more. She sculpted the globes with such certainty, taking in the way they shook within her palms before humming — pleased, fulfilled. "I'm proud of you."

"I guess, in a way, she’s learnt her lesson." Agatha affirmed from above you while her fingers tangled into your disheveled strands, the tip of her nose lovingly nuzzling your cheek. She inhaled your inebriating fragrance that coalesced with Rio’s petrichor essence, letting it swirl within her lungs before pulling back, a daring expression sculpting her angular features. “Haven't you, bunny?”

Your lips could not help but stretch into a gorgeous, dazed grin that made the purple witch’s heart accelerate. A sweet kiss converged with the corner of her mouth and your round eyes maintained sincerity and you softly spoke. "I have. No more touching myself without you two."

"Good girl, hon’. You know I hate having to punish you."

Her tone, of course, indicated that she was lying — she was not even making an effort in trying to hide it, given the devilry of a spark in her eyes and the way she smirked down at you and gave you another peck. Though the Green Witch remained silent, her smirk lurking her lips as she leisurely alleviated the burning blaze of your skin, her motions tender and amorous, occasionally letting her touch stray from you to Agatha, just acting upon the urge to touch you and crawl under her skin.

And in truth, you would not have it any other way when it came to being sprawled across either or’s lap.

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sasheemo · 3 months ago

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Long day, huh?

Pairing: Detective!Agatha (Agnes O'Connor) x Reader

Summary: Your girlfriend Agnes Agatha, lost to the Scarlet Witch’s spell, has no memory of you or the life you shared. But tonight, you have a daring plan to bring her back.

Tags: Smut, Established Relationship, Strap-ons (Rr), Car Sex

Word count: 6.9k

A/N: So, first Agatha smut! Hope it doesn't suck that bad - would love to hear your thoughts if you’re up for it 💜

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It’s torture, seeing her like this. Agatha, your Agatha, right there yet completely out of reach, trapped under the Scarlet Witch’s spell.

You’ve been together for centuries, standing side by side through battles and blood, through the kind of love that’s spanned lifetimes.

You were there when she first sensed something off in Westview, when she decided to investigate what was happening, and you offered to come along. But everything went south, and now she’s here, roaming around the streets of Westview every day as a ghost of herself, believing she’s someone else entirely. Every moment you see her as this rough, almost bitter stranger, this ‘Detective Agnes’, it drives a wedge through your heart. But tonight, desperation gives birth to a reckless idea: if she can’t remember who she is maybe you can make her remember.

It’a a Friday night, and the most popular bar in Westview is pretty packed, humming with a low murmur and the occasional clink of glass.

You step inside, searching, and your gaze falls on her almost immediately. She’s right there, Detective Agnes, a rougher, possibly even quirkier version of the woman you’ve loved for centuries, sitting alone at the bar, absently nursing her drink. In the dim light, she looks as alluring as ever, though that familiar playfulness you knew is buried under layers of frustration and some sort of hard-earned dominance. And yet, you have to admit, part of you doesn’t mind it. In fact, you find yourself… intrigued.

There’s something thrilling about this version of Agatha. Agnes is rough, unapologetically bossy, carrying that particular brand of perpetual irritation that somehow only makes her more magnetic. Not that your Agatha didn’t have these traits, but this… adaptation of her takes them to a whole new level.

You’ve always loved the way she embodied both her feminine and masculine sides so seamlessly, owning every part of herself with that perfect blend of charm, ambiguity, and raw sensuality that defies any simple definition. Agnes though, leans heavily into her masculine side, and you’re definitely not complaining. Not one bit.

You smooth down the short black dress hugging your figure, fingers adjusting the purple gemstone at your collarbone. With slow, intentional steps, you close the distance, sliding onto the stool beside her. The heavy air around her feels electric, an unspoken charge palpable even through her indifference. She’s flipping idly through a small notebook, likely filled with dead ends from whatever “case” has been haunting her lately.

You lean in, letting the bar’s low light and smoky scent curl around you both. “Long day, huh?”

She doesn’t look up right away. She lets out a sigh, flipping another page in her notebook before her gaze shifts in your direction, mildly annoyed. The moment her eyes meet yours, you feel a spark, realizing those mesmerizing blue eyes will always have the same effect on you, no matter what.

“Would’ve liked to have a quiet drink.” she mutters, lifting her glass as if to punctuate her point. “Not exactly in the mood for small talk.”

“Good thing I’m not here for small talk, then.” You smile, tipping your head slightly, and you see her interest flicker, even if her eyes narrow.

There’s a beat of silence, her gaze lingering a little longer than necessary. She radiates that annoyed, no-nonsense attitude, but there’s something in the way she holds herself tonight that makes you wonder if there isn’t some part of her that still recognizes you, that feels the pull between you. You watch her expression, the rough angles of her face, the way she leans back, sizing you up with all the caution of a predator who’s just discovered someone bold enough to trespass.

“I don’t think I know you.” she says finally, a challenge in her voice.

Your smile doesn’t falter and you lean in just a little closer, enough to catch a whiff of her. Agnes carries this scent of cold air and something darkly earthy, stark and distant. It’s a sharp contrast to Agatha’s usual rich, heady fragrance, the kind that clings to your clothes and fills the room long after she’s gone. But somehow, this raw, unfamiliar scent only adds to her allure, drawing you in deeper.

“Guess that depends on what you think you know.” your voice drops to a low, almost mocking purr, a faint smirk playing at the corner of your mouth. You hold her gaze, letting the challenge hang in the air between you, your eyes glinting with just enough mystery to keep her guessing.

She lets out a quiet, humorless laugh, but something in her eyes shifts, something curious, as if you’ve stirred something in her she can’t quite place. She looks at you a beat too long before shaking her head and turning back to her drink, as if trying to ignore that spark.

You watch her for a moment, her fingers curling around the glass, her body language guarded, closed off. But there’s that trace of interest, the smallest crack in her armor. She’s intrigued, even if she won’t admit it.

She might be Agnes right now, but you still know how to push her buttons “Looks like you could use a distraction, Detective. I’ve heard it’s been nothing but dead ends for you lately.” you murmur with a sly smile.

Her hand pauses on the glass. The annoyed look is back, but this time it’s different, that reluctant curiosity now obvious on her face. She sets her glass down with a thud, meeting your gaze head-on. “Careful, doll. I don’t do well with strangers thinking they know more than they should.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” You raise your hand, as if in surrender. “I just happen to know that sometimes the best way to clear a clouded mind is a little… fun.”

At that last word you can see her tense up, her shoulders straightening, gaze sharpening. A hint of a smirk crosses her face, but she quickly tamps it down. Agnes may be all business, but there’s a flicker of something in her eyes that’s raw, hungry.

“Dance with me.” you say softly, your fingers reaching out to brush the cool glass of her drink. “Who knows, might be exactly what need…”

She lets out a soft snort, like she’s about to dismiss you, but then she pushes back from the bar. Standing, she adjusts her flannel shirt, slipping the small notebook into the inner pocket with a quick, practiced motion as her dark eyes stay trained on you with an intensity that makes the air thicken. She’s a predator through and through, and for a moment, you feel the weight of her gaze like a physical thing, binding you in place.

She holds out a hand, and you take it, feeling her strong fingers and the roughness of her skin against your own. She pulls you toward a crowded corner of the bar where people are already moving to the low, steady beat thrumming through the room. Dim lights cast a warm, hazy glow, bodies swaying close around you, amplifying the charged atmosphere.

Agnes holds you with a firmness that’s almost possessive, both hands at your waist. Her gaze locks onto yours, and in this moment, she’s both a stranger and achingly recognizable, the rough edge of Agnes mingling with the soul of Agatha beneath. Every inch of her exudes assertiveness, her energy powerful and magnetic as her hands rest on your body with unbreakable certainty.

The dance starts slow, a sway more than anything else, but as the tension grows, she pulls you a little closer. Her gaze flickers down to the necklace at your collarbone, the deep violet stone a stark contrast against your skin. You catch the faintest twitch in her expression, her eyes darkening as she lifts her gaze to meet yours again. There’s a hunger there, a dangerous, simmering intensity that speaks of possession and intrigue.

“You’ve got a strange way of introducing yourself.” she murmurs, her voice low, carrying an edge of danger. “Most people don’t… walk up to me like this.”

You lean in, your voice a whisper against her ear “I’m not ‘most people’, Detective.”. You let that last word linger, savoring the irony of it, a faint smile tugging at the corners of your mouth as you think of the illusion she’s wrapped up in.

She chuckles, a rough sound that vibrates through you, and her hold on your waist tightens, fingers pressing into your skin through the thin fabric. “Maybe you’re just a little too bold for your own good.”

You don’t bother to reply, feeling the intensity between you coil tighter as her hand slips around to the small of your back, pulling you firmly against her. Her gaze holds yours, dark and fierce, that rough, predatory edge simmering into something more primal. The dance transforms, becoming less about the music and entirely about the electrifying connection between you, every look and touch stoking the fire higher.

You press closer, letting your hips grind against hers in slow, deliberate circles, matching the pulsing rhythm that fills the room. Each movement is calculated, provocative, testing the limits of her restraint. You can feel the tension radiate through her hands as they grip your waist, and her breath seems to hitch every time your body sways against hers.

In the dim light, shadows fall across her face, but her eyes glint with a deepening hunger. You reach up, one arm slipping around her neck as your fingers trace along her skin before threading into her hair. The contact is intimate, possessive, and she leans into it, visibly captivated by the press of your body and the brush of your fingers. With a mischievous smile, you let your other hand glide up her face, fingertips trailing along the line of her jaw as you bite your lip, savoring the spark of control you have over her.

In an instant, something snaps. Agnes moves with a swift, unrestrained urgency, her hands locking onto your hips as she spins you around, pulling your back against her with a possessive force that steals your breath. Her body presses flush against yours, fitting perfectly, her grip on you strong and unyielding.

The rhythm of the music seems to fade as she matches your movements from behind, grinding into you in time with your slow, rolling pace. The friction between you is scorching, each press of her hips intensifying the heat building between you. Her hands slide along your waist, her fingers digging in as if anchoring herself to you, claiming every inch of space between you.

With Agnes pressed firmly against your back, one of your hands finds its way behind her neck once again, fingers weaving into her hair as your bodies move together, grinding in sync to the steady beat. The desire simmering between you is overwhelming, each movement intensifying the tension coiling in your core.

But as her grip stays firm on your hips, you become aware of something else, something hard pressing insistently against you. The firm, unmistakable pressure against your ass makes your breath catch in your throat, the perfect trigger for a molten rush to spread through your veins.

You glance over your shoulder with a smirk, voice low and teasing. “Is that what I think it is, Detective?”

The smug grin spread across her face makes it clear she was waiting for your reaction, every inch of her expression dripping with satisfaction. The look only fueling the heat pooling between your thighs. Her fingers travel up your sides, leaving a trail of sparks across your skin. She grazes just beneath your breasts, her touch light but deliberate, the fabric of your dress doing little to dull the fire she ignites.

“Behave.” she whispers, her lips brushing the shell of your ear. There’s an edge to her voice, rough and commanding. “And maybe I’ll reward you.” she continues, a low purr full of promise.

But you’re here on a mission, not to behave. Definitely not to behave.

Letting the music and her warmth embolden you, you reach back with your free hand, fingers slipping between your bodies to trace a slow, tantalizing path downward. She doesn’t stop you, if anything, she presses in closer, her breath hot against your neck.

Your movements halt for a split second as your fingertips brush the cool metal of her belt buckle, a shiver running through you at the sensation. Biting your lip, you continue your descent, fingers tracing slowly along the rigid line of her zipper, feeling the unyielding heat straining against it. When your palm finally presses against her, you can feel the hard, thick bulge beneath the fabric, and the sensation sends a surge of desire straight to your core. A low, breathless moan threatens to escape, and you barely hold it back, relishing the sensation as the need builds, leaving you aching for more.

Your fingers trail along her length teasingly, taking your time, and you feel her body tense behind you, hear the soft, low growl in her throat. She drops her forehead to your shoulder, her breath rough as you continue your movements.

You tilt your head back, allowing her see the satisfaction in your eyes, a look you know will get to her. Her breath catches as your fingers continue to tease her mercilessly. “Mmm” you hum with deliberate appreciation. “I knew you’d be… impressive.” you murmur, voice low and dripping with praise.

The effect is immediate, and exactly what you’d hoped for. Her nails dig into your waist, her restraint slipping further as a husky sigh escapes her. She presses into you and raises her head to meet your gaze, the challenge in her eyes flaring, daring you to push her further.

You’ve always loved how, deep down, Agatha is so desperate for praise. She always had that little spark of pride that flares with each admiring touch, each appreciative word. But with Agnes, that need seems to linger closer to the surface, raw and unapologetic. In this form, she practically soaks up every word, every look of admiration you give her, like she’s reveling in the attention.

She’s holding herself back, barely, and you can feel the restraint beginning to crack, the thrill of it washing over you as she takes one grounding breath. “Keep that up…” she mutters, her tone both a warning and an invitation, “and you’ll see just how impressive I can be.”

With her words still in the air, she thrusts her hips forward, grinding firmly against your hand so you feel the full, hard length of her strap straining through the fabric of her pants. Simultaneously, one of her hands moves to your throat, fingers curling possessively around it in a strong, yet gentle, grip. Instinctively, you arch into her touch, pressing closer, wanting to feel every inch of her as she is pushing against you. The sensation sends a jolt of pleasure through you, and you can’t hold back the moan that slips from your lips.

Her body freezes at the sound, and for a heartbeat, everything is still. Then, without a word, she grabs your hand, her grip firm and unyielding as she pulls you toward the exit. You can barely keep up with her long strides as she navigates through the bar, her silence and focus only heightening the anticipation that’s been building between you. The moment you step outside, the cool night air hits you, sharp and bracing, a stark contrast to the heat coursing through your veins.

Agnes doesn’t pause as she leads you across the dimly lit parking lot, her hold on your wrist commanding, purposeful. But just as you near the shadowy corner where her car is parked, she suddenly turns, and with a fierce intensity, she presses you against the rough brick wall of the bar. The shock of the cold surface behind you only fuels the fire inside, and before you can catch your breath, her mouth is on yours.

The kiss is raw, unrestrained, her lips claiming yours with an urgency that’s nothing short of devastating. Her tongue parts your lips, exploring with a fierce hunger that’s both intoxicating and overwhelming, each movement igniting something hotter, deeper. She moves against you with a possessive need, her hand tangling in your hair as she tilts your head back, deepening the kiss even further.

“Is this what you wanted, huh?” she mutters against your lips, voice thick and dripping with need. Her other hand moves down to grab your ass, pulling you against her, her grip rough and unapologetic. You can’t hold back the gasp that escapes you, the thrill of it leaving you breathless.

Your hands find their way to her waist, fingers digging into the fabric of her shirt as you pull her closer, every inch of her body pressed firmly against yours. She tastes like whiskey and something darker, something that only fuels your desire, making you want more, need more.

“Teasing me like that all night… you knew exactly what you were doing.” her voice is almost a growl against your lips, her frustration and need laid bare, her words punctuated with another possessive press of her hips.

Your heart races, and you find yourself grinning through the haze of desire. “Maybe I did.” you whisper, a daring edge to your tone.

Her smirk deepens as she leans in, mouth brushing against your ear. “Good.” she breathes “Because now… you’re mine.”

The intensity of her words leaves you dizzy, every nerve lit up, aching, ready for more. She slides a leg between yours, pressing firmly against you in a way that makes your instantly whimper. The sudden pressure tugging at your last restraints, making it impossible to hold back. You pull her into a fierce, consuming kiss, your mouths crashing together, hot and unrestrained, her taste filling all of your senses.

With a deliberate move, you catch her bottom lip between your teeth, biting down just hard enough to pull a throaty moan from her. The sound makes something inside you snap, a fire igniting that feels like it’s burning you from the inside out. You let your tongue glide over the spot you just bit, slow and teasing, savoring the slight tremor that runs through her in response.

Your eyes meet hers, hooded and dark with lust, each breath mingling as you hold her gaze, refusing to look away. “I want you to ruin me.” your voice is barely a whisper against her lips, but every word is thick with hunger. You let the desire in your eyes say the rest, the intensity of your gaze leaves no room for doubt, a challenge and surrender all at once.

You watch the way her pupils dilate, her eyes flashing with something feral and ravenous. Without another word, she grabs your hand again, leading you the last few steps to her car, parked in the shadowed corner with only a few other cars nearby.

As you near the car, you instinctively move toward the passenger side, expecting her to get in and drive you to her place at speed light. But Agnes doesn’t head for the driver’s side. Instead, she stops just behind you, her presence looming as you reach for the passenger’s door handle.

“Other door, doll.” she murmurs, her voice dripping with intent. A shiver runs down your spine as the implication sinks in. You glance over your shoulder, finding her gaze steady, intense, and unmistakably clear. She’s not planning on taking you anywhere.

You release the handle, heart racing as you step to the rear door, her gaze burning into you with every move. Inside of the car, the familiar scent of leather mixed with something distinctly “her” fills the small, darkened space. Agnes follows, sliding in close beside you, shutting the door to enclose you both in a cocoon of shadows and anticipation.

The air is charged with an unspoken understanding as her hand finds your bare thigh, fingers pressing possessively as she leans close, breath warm against your cheek. There’s a pause, enough to let you savor what’s about to unfold, before she brings her mouth to yours, claiming you with the raw hunger that’s been simmering all night.

Her hand starts to move in a slow, tantalizing journey upward, fingers tracing your skin and slipping beneath the hem of your dress, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. A soft moan escapes you, muffled against her mouth as her touch becomes bolder.

As her fingers graze your inner thigh, both firm and unbearably light, a whimper slips out of your lips. She pulls back just enough, gaze momentarily dropping to where her hand is inching closer to where you need her most, her breathing heavy as she watches you unravel beneath her touch.

Each slow, deliberate movement seems meant to drive you wild, her smirk making it clear she’s relishing each shaky breath you take. Without breaking eye contact, her hand ventures further, until her fingertips reach your clothed core, brushing against the patch of wetness that is seeping through the fabric. Her touch sends a surge of pleasure through you, hips arching as you crave more. She lets out a low, pleased hum, leaning close as her mouth grazes your ear.

“You’ve been waiting for this all night, haven’t you?” she whispers, her voice dripping with mockery and satisfaction, every word laced with a condescending edge that leaves you trembling. One of your hands grips the leather seat beneath you, nails digging in as you brace yourself, as the other slips between your legs, pushing aside your panties in a bold, undeniable signal. Agnes’s gaze flickers with mischief, her lips curving in a smirk at your willingness, at the silent plea in your eyes.

“Look at you…” she murmurs in that low, almost scolding tone that makes you clench around nothing. “Such a needy pet.” Her fingers finally dip down to graze your drenched folds, now exposed to her touch. Her fingers glide up and down with ease, a deliberate slowness that leaves you panting, every movement igniting raw need within you.

“Mm, so wet for me.” she whispers to herself, pressing her fingers a little firmer, coaxing a soft moan from you. Your grip tightens on the seat as your breathing grows ragged, her touch leaving you helplessly craving more, every nerve under her control.

Her movements are teasingly, atrociously, slow. An impatient thrill rushes through you, impossible to ignore, and without a second thought you straddle her lap in one swift motion. As you settle onto her, your dress rides up around your hips, baring more skin as your legs fall on either side of hers, bracketing her firmly on the back seat. Agnes’s eyes widen in surprise, excitement unmistakable as her hands find your exposed thighs, fingers pressing into your skin as you begin to grind against her.

The angle presses her strap perfectly against your core, each movement sending a pulse of pleasure as you rock in her lap, the coil in your lower abdomen growing tighter and tighter with every roll of your hips. A low growl escapes her as she watches you take what you need, movements relentless and hungry.

Lost in the moment, you wrap your arms around her neck, pulling her into a kiss that’s messy, unrestrained, moans spilling shamelessly between your mouths. “Fuck… I need you.” you murmur, hips rolling harder in her lap, grinding with a desperate rhythm that has your heartbeat racing. You feel her cock press on your clit through her pants, and for a fleeting moment, you wonder if you might come just from this.

But Agnes has other plans.

Her hands slip from your waist, leaving you whining at the loss of contact as her fingers find the buckle of her belt. She undoes it with slow precision, followed by the button and zipper of her pants, her gaze locked with yours for the whole time, challenge flickering in her eyes as she smirks.

Her hand slips between your legs once more, sliding over your sensitive core, fingers teasing your hole as if to confirm just how ready you are for her. You bite your lip, completely unable to contain yourself. “Please.” you beg, voice low and trembling.

The smirk that crosses her face is dark, satisfied, as though she’s savoring every word, reveling in how desperate you are to have her inside of you. Desperation starts to kick in as your hand moves over hers, guiding her fingers between your folds, desperate for the friction she’s barely giving you. You grind against her hand, each movement sending sparks through your body as you cling to the delicious, aching need building inside you. Your breathing is ragged, and you can barely focus, until you catch sight of her other hand moving down to her waist.

With a fluid motion, Agnes reaches into her boxers, freeing her strap. The anticipation and the sheer intensity of the moment making your breath catch in your throat. As she draws it out, you take in every inch, noticing how it’s bigger than what Agatha would normally choose, yet not the biggest she’s ever ruined you with. But there’s something about the way she holds it, about the way it fills her hand, that has a rush of arousal pooling low in your stomach.

You swallow hard, desire flaring in your eyes as you let yourself imagine how it will feel inside of you, stretching you, abusing your needy hole. Agnes doesn’t miss your reaction, her smirk deepens, that predatory, knowing look in her eyes as she catches you staring. She shifts her hips, letting the strap press against your inner thigh, teasing you with what’s coming.

Her voice drops to a murmur, gravelly and low. “Think that pretty pussy of yours is ready to take it, doll?” she asks, tone both a tease and a command, daring you to say otherwise.

Without hesitation, you meet her gaze, biting your lip, eyes blazing with need. “Yes.” you whisper, breathless. “Fuck yes.”

A shiver runs through you as Agnes aligns herself, the tip of her cock pressing teasingly at your entrance, one of her hand resting firmly on your hip, grounding you. Slowly and deliberately, she begins to sink into you, stretching you inch by inch. A soft, breathy moan escapes you as the fullness sets in. Your fingers dig into her shoulders, clinging to her, every nerve ending lighting up with raw pleasure.

Agnes watches every reaction with a possessive gaze, clearly enjoying the way your body responds to her. She pauses, just for a second, letting you adjust. “Just like that. Mm, I wish I could feel that tight cunt wrapping around me. I bet it would feel so good.” she murmurs, voice thick with satisfaction.

And then, with an agonizing slowness, she presses further, filling you completely until there’s nowhere left to go and she’s buried deep inside. The feeling of fullness settles within you, every inch of her stretching you in a way that leaves you teetering on the edge of overwhelming pleasure. Your gaze drops instinctively to where your bodies connect, where her strap disappears into you, a sight that sends a deep, pulsing ache through your core.

But as you look down, your eyes catch on something else. The purple gemstone of your necklace, nestled against your skin, begins to glow, casting a soft, pulsing light in sync with the pounding rhythm of your heart. A slow smirk spreads across your lips, it’s almost time.

You teasingly wiggle your hips, signaling that you’re ready, craving the friction only she can provide. Agnes tightens her grip on your hips, nails digging into your skin. She meets your challenge, leaning forward just enough to capture your mouth in a deep, consuming kiss. In the heated clash of tongues and teeth, her hips begin to move, pulling back slowly before thrusting forward, filling you again.

Her pace is torturously unhurried, letting you feel every second, watching the way your face reflects each wave of pleasure. After a few measured thrusts, her hands slide down to grip your ass, fingers kneading your skin before delivering a sharp, satisfying spank that sends a shock of pleasure through you. A gasp slips from your lips but, before you know it, her hips have stilled and she’s watching you with a provocative glint in her eyes.

It dawns on you that she wants you to move, to put on a show just for her. You hesitate, breath catching, and her voice drops to a low, rough murmur as she smirks. “Come on doll, you gotta work for it. Let’s see how you bounce for me.”

Her words ignite a fresh wave of arousal and, taking a steadying breath, you start rolling your hips. You move slowly at first, savoring the stretch but it doesn’t take long before you start lifting and sinking your full weight down onto her, each movement drawing a low hum of approval from her lips.

Lost in the rhythm, you quicken your pace, each bounce bringing you down harder, making the base of the strap pressing firmly against her clit. Her hands guide you, watching you arch and take her deeper and deeper, her gaze full of admiration and raw desire.

The car fills with the wet, needy sounds of your arousal as she fills you completely. Your breaths turn to soft, broken moans, mingling with curses spilling from your lips. “F-fuck… Aggie…” you stammer, the familiar nickname slipping out before you can catch it. “Feels so… so good.” you murmur, half-lost in the haze, voice thick with need as you ride her harder, body pressing into her with abandon.

Agnes’s eyes flash, and for a split second, you wonder if she’s even noticed the slip or if she’s choosing to ignore it, letting it pass without breaking the intensity of the moment. Her grip tightens, voice dropping to a rough whisper that sends a shiver down your spine “Good girl… you’re taking me so well.” One of her hand slides up your back, nails scratching your skin and leaving red marks under your dress. “This is exactly what you were made for, isn’t it?”

Her words ignite something deep inside of you, urging you on as pleasure builds with each movement, your head tipping forward as you release a shameless moan. Your steady, rhythmic bouncing sends waves of pleasure radiating through you, each one stronger than the last, the friction inside you maddeningly perfect. You can feel your own wetness slickening each movement and dripping down your thighs, the glide of her strap effortless as she pushes deeper, unrelenting.

Agnes is utterly captivated, her gaze darting between the raw expressions of pleasure on your face and the sight of her strap disappearing into you. She drinks in every movement, every tremble, barely able to restrain herself.

As if sensing her focus, you open your eyes. You catch her gaze and stare right into her as you bite your lip, slowly and purposefully sinking down onto her cock, daring her. And that’s all she needs.

One hand wraps firmly around your throat, grip strong and commanding, while the other moves to your hip, pressing you down on her lap. For a moment, everything is suspended, you’re pinned under her gaze as the intensity of both the pressure at your throat and the deep ache within makes you shudder, caught between pleasure and anticipation.

Then, without warning, her hips snap up, driving into you with a devastating shove that forces every ounce of breath out of your lungs. She thrusts hard and deep, filling you completely, each movement unrelenting and precise, striking that spot that has you gasping and moaning uncontrollably.

Your hands clutch at her shoulders, desperate for some anchor as she pound into you without mercy, driving you relentlessly toward the edge. Your eyes flutter shut in overwhelming pleasure, but her grip tightens on your throat, pulling you back. “Eyes on me, pet.” she growls, voice low and commanding. “You begged me to ruin you. Now, look at me while I give you exactly what you asked for.”.

You force your eyes open, and the instant they lock onto hers, her pace quickens. The smirk on her face is a mix of dominance and admiration as she keeps pushing you further with every movement. The feeling is all-consuming and, as she continues, you feel yourself surrender completely, helpless under her control, barely holding on as pleasure engulfs you.

Her hips are snapping forward with an intensity bordering on devastating, her feet planted firmly on the car floor, adding force to each thrust. Her hand finds its way between your legs once more, fingers moving in practiced circles over your sensitive clit, coaxing you to the brink.

The purple stone around your neck pulses brighter as your orgasm builds, filling the car with an otherworldly glow that syncs with the rhythm of Agnes’s relentless movements.

“Mmm, I missed this… I missed you.” the confession slips out you in a raw whisper. For a second, Agnes’ expression falters, something flickering in her eyes that seems to recognize the truth. Before she can react, the light from the stone intensifies, flooding the space between you with a bright, shimmering glow. Her gaze drops to the gemstone blazing against your skin, entranced as though the light itself is unraveling something within her.

Taking a deep, shuddering breath, you seize the moment and murmur the spell.

Ancient Latin words leave your lips like a quiet chant, each syllable carrying the force of longing and magic, woven with the raw passion building between you. The words wrap around you both, charging the moment, and as the final word slips from your mouth, she gasps like someone just knocked all the air out of her lungs. Agnes’s eyes meet yours, and in that instant, you know the veil has been lifted.

Agnes is gone and Agatha, your Agatha, is back. The full force of who she is, and who you are to her, rushes back all at once. For a moment, Agatha simply stares at you, the love of her life who broke her from that maddening spell… on her lap, strap buried deep inside you. The sight renders her speechless, her expression a mix of wonder and fierce devotion as she processes what’s happened.

Finally, her voice returns, smug and rough yet laden with emotion. “So, this is your idea of a rescue mission? Can’t say I mind, sweetheart.” She leans in, breath ghosting over your lips as her fingers trace your cheek, gaze softening though hunger remains.

You suppress a moan as her hips shift involuntarily, pushing deeper, and she gasps, realizing the full impact of the spell being lifted. She can feel you now, all of you. Every slick, heated movement as she fills you, every pulse of pleasure passing through you both in sync. The raw feeling of you, tight and warm, clenching around her cock, sends sudden jolts of pleasure through her. The boundary between you dissolved completely.

“Fuck… I can feel you again.” she murmurs, voice thick with awe and desire. Her voice drops, thick with satisfaction and yearning. “I’ve waited too long for this, and now… now you’re all mine again.”

Her breath catches, and her hands tighten on your hips, guiding you as she thrusts up with renewed purpose, as if proving to herself that this moment is real, savoring every second of this reconnection. Her eyes glint with pleasure as her nails dig into your skin, pulling you down harder with each thrust, her control slipping as she begins to feel herself approaching her own edge.

A ragged growl escapes her as she whispers against your ear, “You’re still so damn tight, sweetheart. Do you know what you’re doing to me?” Her breath shudders, and a smile plays on her lips as she admits, “I’m already close too… After all this time, I don’t think I can hold back.”

The rhythm between you intensifies as her hands roam over your body, holding you close as she loses herself in the feeling of being truly connected again. You’re nothing short of a moaning mess as her voice guides you closer to the edge with her, whispered praise and promises mingling with the tension building in both of you, pushing you both to the brink.

Agatha is fucking you at an unforgiving rhythm, the intensity blurring everything else. Her gaze never leaves you, watching you come undone as you both reach the edge, every sensation building to a breathtaking crescendo.

Soon, her rhythm turns erratic, her restraint fully unraveled. Her eyes bore into yours, dark and fierce, filled with desire and something deeper—a yearning that transcends this moment alone.

“Mm fuck baby… yes, just like that…” she murmurs, breathless, almost reverent.

Your thighs start to shake, each movement pushing you closer, and you can barely form words as the pleasure tightens, an unbearable ache. “Ah fuck Agatha… d-don’t stop.” you gasp, voice trembling. “Fuck fuck fuck…” you stammer with each of her relentless thrusts until your voice breaks, overcome by waves of sensation crashing through you.

The car is filled by the sound of your low, breathy moans, mixing with Agatha’s rough, primal groans, all blending together as her hands slide up your back, possessive, grounding, bracing you for what’s to come.

You’re so close, and you know she is right there with you, her body tensing as she growls, “Come with me, now.” Her voice thick, dripping with desire, her words pushing you over the edge.

Your body arches instinctively as you shudder, every nerve aflame as waves of pleasure wash over you. Your head tips back, unable to hold back the cries escaping your lips. Your thighs twitch uncontrollably, your hips moving wildly on Agatha’s lap as your walls clench around her cock, releasing all that built-up tension in one of the most powerful orgasms you’ve ever experienced.

Agatha’s hips snap up one last time, her breath catching as she reaches her own release, her hands pressing you close as she gasps. “Mine… all mine…” her words, raw and filled with emotion, resonate through you, pulling you even deeper into the moment.

Your bodies tremble together, chests heaving, hearts racing as you slowly come down from your high. She holds you there, her hand sliding up to cradle your face, her eyes softer but still burning as she meets your gaze. For a long moment, neither of you speaks, savoring the afterglow, feeling completely and utterly entwined.

Slowly, she leans in, capturing your lips in a deep, lingering kiss, one that holds all the love and longing she’s felt, buried beneath the spell, and everything you’ve both been waiting to express. Her mouth moves over yours with fervor, a silent promise in every brush of her lips.

A tear rolls down your cheek as emotions overwhelm you, but Agatha notices, her thumb gently wiping it away as she smiles against your lips. Her expression is soft and filled with gratitude as she holds you close, her hands tracing over your skin as if trying to commit every inch of you to her memory.

“Thank you, my love.” she whispers, voice thick with feelings. Her hand cradles the back of your head, fingers threading through your hair as she finally, reluctantly, begins to pull out. The sudden emptiness leaves you gasping softly, a shiver running through you at the loss, but before you can fully react you’re wrapping your arms around her, holding her close, grounding yourself in her warmth and presence.

Agatha’s hand slides down your back, comforting, reassuring. She presses a soft kiss to your temple, murmuring “It’s okay. I’m here now.” She pulls back just enough to look into your eyes, her features gentle yet fiercely protective. “Let’s go home.” she says, her tone pure tenderness “I won’t ever let anything take me away from you again, I promise.”.

She holds you close for one last intimate moment, while her words linger, solid and true. With a soft smile, she shifts and tucks away her strap before buttoning up her pants and fastening her belt, her eyes never leaving yours, filled with affection and satisfaction.

Once she’s ready she turns toward you, her hands moving to adjust your dress, her touch both careful and intimate as she smooths the fabric sliding it back into place around your waist and hips. Her hands linger, brushing along your sides in a way that makes your heart flutter.

Agatha opens the car door, stepping out first, leaning back to help you out of the car. She guides you with a steady hand as she opens the passenger door and, once you’re settled in the seat, she closes the door gently, making her way around the car and slipping into the driver’s seat beside you.

Agatha reaches over, her hand resting on your thigh as she leans in, pressing a tender kiss to your lips. With a final squeeze of your thigh, she starts the car, guiding you both into the night. In the quiet space between you, there’s a shared understanding that this is the beginning of a new chapter, together, with nothing left to keep you apart.

#agatha harkness x reader #agatha harkness x you #agatha harkness x fem!reader #agatha x reader #agatha x you #agatha x y/n #agatha smut #agatha coven of chaos #aaa #agatha harkness #agatha all along #detective agatha #agnes o'connor #aaa fanfic #agatha all along fanfic

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pininghermit · 8 days ago

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Source of Chaos

Request: Hi, I just saw that you had this Tropesvania dynamic and I wanted to try it. My request would be for the witch dynamic, I don't know if you're still taking requests but I wanted to try. It could be Alucard x female reader ^_^

AN: Thanks for requesting! I hope you enjoy this :)

Genre: fluff

Pairing(s): Alucard x Witch Reader

Summary: “ABSOLUTELY NOT!” He shoots up from the chair, stepping back as if distance alone can save him from the nightmare unfolding before him. “You cannot mean that! Surely there’s another way!”

“Witch.”

“Dhampir.”

You both stare at each other. Or at least you try to.

Your eyes flit anywhere but his face, and Alucard resolutely looks away, his eyes darting to the far corner of the room. Both of you are steadfast in ignoring the very obvious elephant in the room.

Or rather, the bright red mane.

Alucard fidgets, his hand twitching as if to pull his hood back up, but he resists. He has to endure this shame if he wants to find a cure. Still, his fingers itch with every passing second, and the weight of your silence is becoming unbearable.

On the other hand, you can barely summon the strength to keep yourself from bursting into laughter. Habanero, your mind screams at you. No, that doesn’t quite fit. Tomatoes. He looks like a giant, sulking tomato.

“How did you...get hexed this badly?” you ask, turning your back to him under the guise of gathering ingredients from your shelves. In truth, you’re trying to compose yourself, furiously pressing your lips together to suppress the laughter bubbling inside you. The mental image of a soaking-wet, bright-red-haired Adrian is burned into your mind.

Behind you, Alucard narrows his eyes, watching your shoulders shake with barely concealed mirth. His jaw tightens, but cornered as he is, he reluctantly answers.

“I... may have pissed off a druid,” he admits, his voice clipped and forced. He folds his arms across his chest in an attempt to preserve the last shreds of his dignity. “Can you undo this?”

You risk a glance over your shoulder, and it’s a mistake. A catastrophic mistake. The stark contrast of his usually demeanor with his ridiculous hair is too much. Your lips twitch dangerously.

“A druid?” you repeat, trying and failing to keep your voice neutral. “What exactly did you do to make them this angry?”

“That,” he replies stiffly, “is irrelevant.”

“Oh, I think it’s very relevant,” you counter, turning back fully now, your grin barely held in check. You’re holding a sprig of rosemary and a jar of salt, you are dangerously close to losing the precious herbs to the fit of laughter knocking on your doorstep.

Alucard sighs heavily, running a hand through his absurdly red hair, the crimson strands glowing obnoxiously in the lamplight. “Trevor pissed on their grove and blamed it on me,” he huffs, throwing his hands up in exasperation. “And now I’m stuck with this monstrosity.”

You freeze. “Trevor… what?” you manage, your voice trembling.

“They assumed it was me!” Adrian snaps, pacing now, restless and agitated. “And apparently, this,” he gestures furiously at his hair, “is their idea of retribution.”

“Oh, dear,” you mutter, stepping closer to inspect the damage. You lean in, catching a faint whiff of something that makes you recoil instantly. “Oh, no. They even cursed the scent? Adrian, your hair smells like… rotting onions.”

Adrian stiffens, his scowl deepening as his cheeks color faintly, matching the cursed shade of his hair. “Do you intend to help me or mock me?” he bites out.

“Both,” you admit cheerfully, wiping at your eyes as tears of laughter threaten to spill. “But mostly help. Unfortunately, this magic is twisted into a riddle… and I’m pretty sure there’s only one way to undo it.”

Adrian slumps into a chair, fingers rubbing his temples. “And what is that?” he asks, his voice already laced with dread.

You hesitate, pursing your lips as you brace for his inevitable reaction. “To undo the spell,” you begin cautiously, “we’ll need the very thing that caused it in the first place.”

Adrian blinks at you, the confusion etched on his face almost endearing. But then the meaning of your words dawns on him, and his entire body goes rigid.

“ABSOLUTELY NOT!” He shoots up from the chair, stepping back as if distance alone can save him from the nightmare unfolding before him. “You cannot mean that! Surely there’s another way!”

You shake your head in resignation, though the corners of your lips twitch despite yourself. “There’s not, Adrian. I’ve checked twice. We’re going to need…” You pause, biting back a laugh before finishing. “Trevor’s urine sample to brew the counter-spell.”

For a moment, the room is silent except for the howling wind outside your cottage. Adrian stares at you, wide-eyed, as if the very idea has physically wounded him. “You’re joking,” he says flatly, though the note of desperation in his voice betrays him.

“I wish I were,” you reply, holding up the jar of salt like it’s somehow relevant to your case. “But magic like this is annoyingly stubborn. The spell was triggered by an offense, and we need to balance it out by using the, uh… offending source.”

Adrian groans, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I refuse. I refuse to beg that idiot for… for…” He can’t even finish the sentence, his shoulders slumping as the weight of his predicament settles fully on him.

“Well,” you say lightly, “If you’d prefer to keep the hair and the smell…”

“Enough!” Adrian snaps, his voice louder than intended, though the tips of his ears burn with humiliation. He takes a deep breath, visibly trying to compose himself. “Fine. But you’re the one asking him.”

“Of course,” you agree, smiling far too sweetly for his liking. “I’m sure he’s heard me ask for weirder things.”

Adrian arches a brow at that but says nothing, letting your words hang in the air.

“We’ll make this better,” you promise softly, cupping his cheeks and squishing them between your palms. “I promise, darling.”

You lean in slightly, but the pungent scent hits your nose with renewed vigor, and you scrunch your face, pulling back with a wince.

Adrian doesn’t let you escape so easily. With a mischievous glint in his eyes, he tugs you back into his embrace, holding you close in a tight grasp. “Why yes,” he murmurs, his deep voice practically dripping with mock sincerity. “I would love some affection after this long.”

Before you can react, he purposefully rubs his cursed red hair into your cheek.

“Adrian!” you yelp, flailing against him as the acrid scent of onions assaults your senses. You hold back a gag reflex, though it takes considerable effort.

“Revenge,” he states simply, his smirk widening as you push against his chest in protest.

“First of all,” you grumble, finally pulling back and holding him at arm’s length by his shoulders, “you smell awful. And second, I believe procuring ingredients is in order before I suffocate.”

Adrian chuckles softly, stepping back and crossing his arms. “Fine. But you’re still the one asking Trevor. I’ll wait, far away from him.”

“Gladly,” you shoot back, wrinkling your nose as you grab your bag of supplies. “But if you rub your head on me again, I’m letting you keep the hair.”

His laughter follows you as you stride toward the door. No wonder the druid cursed him.

#castlevania #alucard x reader #adrian tepes x reader #alucard #adrian tepes #fluff #witch reader #trevor is the agent of chaos #questionable plot #tropevania event

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luna-mad-talks · 10 months ago

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THE Chirisu dynamic is them being weirly obsessed over/about each other. You know I'm right

You betrayed me but I forgive you always

I must not trust but for you I will sacrifice

You are bad for me but I still long for you

#chirisu #chishiya shuntaro #arisu ryohei #Aib #alice in borderland #the chaos of a reader #I wanna write about them so bad gryftvibin #These bitches aint normal at all #Good for them #Im begging for more ao3 fanfics btw #Need....needdddd

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heartzfromel · 3 months ago

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Rio x fem!reader (fluff and/or hurt comfort plz)

not good enough || rio vidal x fem!reader

summary; you meet your love again after one hundred years

warnings; agatha all along ep 7 spoilers, canon character death, reader has a small injury, kissing, pining, reader and rio are both kinda idiots, rio and reader are both touchy w each other, main story set after first witches road trial, rio and agatha are not romantically involved

rio vidal had been the only constant friend you’d had in your whole life, but your situation was quite complicated. you were a centuries old witch and, whist technically she was too, she was also death personified, meaning she had a lot of work to do. your friend wasn’t around much, leaving you alone a lot. sometimes you wouldn’t see her for sixty or seventy years at a time. this time, it had been a lot longer than that. that fact tended to leave a pit in your stomach, especially considering your last interaction.

1924

you were sitting in your cabin, your best friend lying next to you, the pair of you giggling into the night, until you were both facing each other. it was very clear that the energy had shifted from lighthearted fun, to something else entirely. in all honesty, it sort of made you feel uneasy, but then again everything rio ever did brought up that feeling. it made most people withdraw from her company, but it only intrigued you more.

currently, her eyes were fixed on yours. you held her gaze. it was clear she was fighting with herself internally to keep her eyes off of your lips, but after a few moments of tension-filled silence, she gave in, her eyes darting to your cherry red lips for only a split second, before you licked them and her eyes darted back up to meet yours once again. it was now that you had realised the position that you had been laying in, your hand lazily on her waist whilst hers rested on top wearily. you moved your hand up, with an uncertain energy, as if one wrong move would ruin what was happening. you moved your hand up to her neck, rubbing it gently, and then up to her face as you caressed it gently. her hand has moved more confidently on to your waist, as she squeezed it lightly. you had hoped she hadn’t caught your breath hitch, but the ghost of a smirk on her face told you that she absolutely had. you could feel her breath, hot and shaky on your face. your hand moved to play with her hair, and with a final burst of confidence, you leaned in to kiss her. just as your lips met hers, you were apart again. she moved her hands from you quickly and jolted to sit up in bed. you looked at her again, but the expression on her face was not one you were familiar with.

“rio, i’m sorry-“ you began. what had you just done?

“i have to go.” she whispered, and just like that it was almost as if she were never there.

2026

it was today that your lovely acquaintance, agatha harkness, had decided to make herself your problem as she practically forced you down the witches road. you didn’t really know why you’d shown up, considering the last time you walked the road together she almost you you slashed into a million pieces, but you went along anyway. when you arrived at her extremely un-agatha like house, you were met with a ragtag group of witches and one random lady that you were sure that the rest of the coven had also noticed. unfortunately the woman had passed away during your first trial, and you were left angrier at agatha than you were before, because she could’ve got you all killed by not drinking that wine. you were ready to force it down her throat at one point.

one of the witches, a tall woman dressed head to toe in pink, had suggested summoning a green witch to the road, since they didn’t actually have one. none of you seemed against the idea, and so that’s exactly what you did. had you known what was going to happen mere moments later, you’d have an entirely different opinion.

agatha’s coven all stood still anticipating the arrival of the new green witch, you were a bit less interested, just wanting to leave, and so were not fully paying attention until a single hand shot up from under the ground. a hand that, embarrassingly, you still recognised. the pit that formed in your stomach was one you’d never felt, and it got so much worse when her full figure came into view. she hadn’t aged a day, well she had, she’s aged over a hundred years, but she still looked exactly the same as she did that night in the cabin. as she introduced herself, you hid yourself from view behind the lady dressed in pink, jen, who you’d decided was the only tolerable one here, but it was no use. she had seen you.

“y/n…” she smirked. this earned looks from the whole coven, considering her dramatic entrance.

“i have to go.”

you felt ill as you turned your heel and walked swiftly in the other direction. “maybe this is my trial?” you thought hopefully, praying that you’d turn around and the coven would all be dressed in hideous outfits that the road had picked out for them, but no, when you turned around, you were met by the hypnotic gaze of rio.

“y/n…” she began, “been a while.”

“don’t.” you snapped, “don’t even try.”

“what’s the problem?” she asked, feigning innocence.

“what’s the problem? rio its been over a hundred years.” you spat, malice dripping from your tone. she seemed to enjoy it.

“i’ve been… busy.” she replied playfully.

you didn’t respond.

carefully, she waded over to you, placing a hand on your lower back and using the other to grab your face to look at her.

not breaking eye contact, she brought her hand down to your collarbone, dragging her fingertips along a gash that you’d received from broken glass in the trial. you shuddered at the coldness of her touch. it brought you back to that night, because the only time you’d ever felt her heat up, was when your hand was on her face in the cabin.

her eyes met yours once again and she smiled gently, the same smile she’d smiled all those years ago, before leaning into you.

“rio.” you mumbled, stopping her. you looked up at her with conflicted eyes.

“come on,” she whispered, “look me in the eyes and tell me you feel nothing for me.”

“well clearly that’s not the case, rio, is it?” you spat, fighting the tears that were threatening to spill.

“so what’s the problem?” she asked, both hands now on your face.

“you shut me down the last time, remember?” you spoke, trying your best to drill into her head what she had done to you. “and then you think if you show up here a hundred years later and give me a kiss it’s all gonna be okay?”

“do you know why i left that night?” she whispered, dragging a cold hand into your hair, your eyes threatening to close at her action.

“oh, please, lady death, enlighten me! why did you leave me for a hundred years?” you asked, sarcasm lacing your tone. you caught her slight demeanor change at the use of her title, but it faded quickly.

“i was scared.”

and you couldn’t help but let yourself laugh humourlessly in her face.

“of what, rio, tell me what you were so scared of.”

“that i was’t good enough for you.” she replied, talking to the floor.

“don’t, you’ll set me off again.” wiping tears of laughter from your flushed cheeks.

she didn’t say anything.

“oh.” was all you could muster, “you’re serious?”

she could only nod.

subconsciously your hands wrapped around her waist, before they traveled up to her face.

“well you’re wrong.” you whispered, as she leaned into your touch.

“am i?” she asked, being more serious than you’d ever saw her.

“please, trust me, you’re the only one good enough for me, rio.” you replied, eyes never leaving hers.

“is that right?” she smirked, her confident demeanour reappearing.

“would i have said it if it wasn’t?” you smiled.

“so are you gonna let me kiss you now, or…” rio smirked, one hand grabbing at your waist, the other fidgeting with a strand of your hair.

“come here, you idiot.” you giggled, as you pulled her closer to you, and she grabbed your face to close the gap between you. kissing rio was a difficult feeling to describe, the best way you could would be to say that it’d be the same feeling you’d experience if you set foot in antarctica with no jacket, but it didn’t bother you, as long as you could do this again.

#rio vidal x reader #agatha harkness x reader #agatha all along #agatha coven of chaos #agatha harkness x you #agatha x reader #agatha harkness #rio vidal #rio vidal x you #rio vidal x y/n #one shot #request #el’s inbox 💌#aubrey plaza #aubrey plaza x reader #fic #my fic #agatha all along spoilers

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obnoxiouslycontemplating · 2 months ago

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Kathryn Hahn's hands oh my god

#kathryn hahn #agatha all along #agatha #kathryn hahn x reader #agatha coven of chaos #please kathryn hahn give me a chance

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ellastone-olsen · 2 months ago

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Do you think you will be good enough

To love others and to be loved?

#agatha coven of chaos #kathryn hahn #marvel #agatha all along #agatha harkness x reader #rio vidal #agatha harkness x rio vidal #agatha x rio #agatha smut #agathario #agatha: darkhold diaries #agatha x reader #agatha harkness #wanda maximoff x reader #elizabeth olsen #wanda x reader #wanda maximoff smut

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buttercandy16 · 1 month ago

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Watchful Eyes

PAIRING(s): Professor!Agatha Harkness x Student!Reader

SUMMARY: A student’s admiration for their enigmatic professor spirals into obsession—but the deeper they delve, the more they uncover a dark game they may never escape.

WARNING(s): Dub-Con. Obsession. Manipulation. Possession. Stalking. Toxicity. Power. Control. Age-Gap. SMUT

A/N: More smut! Happy Holidays!

The lecture hall was always quiet before she entered. It was like the air itself held its breath, waiting for her to walk through the door. Professor Agatha Harkness was more than just your teacher. She was an enigma, a force that seemed to exist outside of time, out of reach, untouchable. She moved with an effortless grace that left you breathless every time you saw her. Her dark eyes, sharp and calculating, would briefly flick over you as she began the lecture, and in those moments, you’d feel as if your very soul was being studied.

But it wasn’t just admiration. It wasn’t just fascination. You were obsessed with her. You had been for months. Every moment you spent in class, every fleeting interaction, every look from her—it consumed you. You couldn’t focus on anything else. No other professor, no other student, not even the rest of the world existed for you anymore. Just Agatha.

You would find yourself following her, stalking her every move after class. At first, it was innocent enough. You simply wanted to know where she went after her lectures. What kind of person was she when she wasn’t standing at the front of the classroom, speaking with that confident, almost distant air? It started with casual observations, standing on the fringes of the campus, watching her walk alone through the park after class, her figure framed by the golden light of dusk. But soon, it became an obsession. You would take longer routes home, just to watch her, just to see where she went, who she talked to.

You began leaving her notes—anonymous, of course. Written in the darkest corners of your mind, each word you penned carried the weight of your obsession, but none of it ever gave away the depth of your feelings. You’d slip them under her office door, or leave them tucked into the margins of her books in the library.

At first, you thought it would be enough for her to notice. For her to see you, to understand the quiet adoration that pulsed through you every moment you were in her presence. But as the weeks went by, you began to feel something darker, something sharper. You craved more than her acknowledgment. You craved her. You wanted her, needed her.

You didn’t realize it at first, but she had begun to notice you too. There were glances, lingering just a moment too long. A raised eyebrow when you hesitated during office hours, as if she was waiting for you to say something more. The soft, knowing smile she gave you in the hallway, her eyes flicking to the note you’d slipped under her door only hours earlier. It was subtle, but you could feel it. She was paying attention.

And then, one fateful afternoon, you found yourself standing outside her office once again. This time, your heart was pounding louder than ever before, your mind racing with fantasies of what would happen if you were to step inside and confess everything. The door was ajar, just enough for you to see the soft, warm light spilling into the hallway.

You knocked, breath caught in your throat, and waited. For what, you weren’t sure. But you could already feel the heat of anticipation, your mind filled with a thousand scenarios of what might happen once she let you in.

“Come in,” came her voice, soft, almost reluctant, but unmistakably hers.

You pushed the door open slowly, the heavy wood creaking under your touch. The sight of her standing behind her desk made your pulse race. She looked so much like a goddess in this dim, golden light, her dark eyes watching you with a strange, unreadable intensity.

“Miss [Your Last Name],” Agatha greeted you, her tone calm but strangely tense. “What brings you to my office today?”

You swallowed, stepping into the room. “I��I needed to talk about the last lecture,” you began, your voice shaking slightly. It felt like an excuse, but you couldn’t bring yourself to admit the real reason you were here.

She nodded slowly, her lips curving into a faint smile, but it didn’t reach her eyes. There was something about her posture, something about the way she shifted uneasily in her chair, that made you pause. She wasn’t looking at you with the same cool, detached air she usually did. There was… wariness in her gaze.

“Is everything alright, Miss [Your Last Name]?” she asked, her voice smooth but strained.

You frowned, not sure how to respond. The way she was watching you felt different now. She was standing a little straighter, her back stiff, as if she were on alert. Had she… noticed your obsession?

“I just—I wanted to talk about the material,” you said, your words faltering as you saw the flicker of something strange pass through her eyes.

She took a small step back, pressing her palms flat on the desk as if bracing herself. “You’ve been coming around a lot lately,” she remarked, her voice soft, almost hesitant. “I’ve noticed. More than usual. You’ve been… lingering outside my office, following me after class. I—” She faltered, her eyes flicking to the door, as though considering whether or not to close it. “Are you… alright, Miss [Your Last Name]?”

For a moment, you were confused. What was she saying? She sounded—scared.

“Of course I’m alright,” you said, your voice growing louder, more insistent. “I just—” You stopped yourself, unable to say the words out loud. You wanted her. But she seemed distant, afraid of you. Why? Had she realized your obsession? Was she… repulsed?

Agatha took another slow step back, her eyes darting toward the door. She seemed to be calculating something. “I’ve… been meaning to speak to you about your behavior,” she said, her voice trembling ever so slightly. “I’ve noticed how you watch me, how you follow me. It’s not… normal, Miss [Your Last Name]. I’m afraid I have to report this.” Her words were like a slap in the face.

You froze. You had never imagined she would say something like that. The words cut deeper than you could have ever expected.

“I—I’m sorry,” you stammered, your heart thudding painfully in your chest. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” You stepped back, as though she were about to send you away. The reality of the situation was sinking in, and it hurt. She had noticed, and now she was scared of you.

Agatha’s expression softened for a brief second. Then, like a switch being flipped, her features hardened. She straightened, eyes narrowing, lips curling into a slow, deliberate smile.

“No,” she whispered, her voice dark now, the calm exterior gone, replaced by something that felt far more dangerous. “You didn’t make me uncomfortable, Miss [Your Last Name]. You enthralled me. All this time, I’ve been watching you too.”

You blinked, confusion clouding your mind. What? What was she talking about?

Agatha’s smile widened, an almost predatory gleam in her eyes. “I’ve been watching you just as much as you’ve been watching me. You thought you were the one in control, didn’t you? But I was always the one in control.” Her voice dripped with something darker, something seductive, and it sent a shiver down your spine.

Your breath caught in your throat. “W-what do you mean?”

She leaned in closer, her lips brushing your ear. “I let you play your little game, Miss [Your Last Name]. I let you think you were the one pulling the strings. But the truth is, you were just a piece of my game all along.”

You could feel your heart thundering in your chest. Was this some sort of twisted joke? Agatha seemed so distant, so terrified of you just moments ago. But now, her presence was overwhelming, suffocating. It was clear now that she had been playing a far darker game than you could ever comprehend.

She cupped your chin in her hand, tilting your face toward hers. “You thought you were the predator. You thought you were the one stalking me. But in reality, you were always mine.” Her lips pressed lightly against your ear, her voice dropping lower. “And now… now I think it’s time to finish what we started.”

The twist of her hand as she pulled you closer left you breathless, unable to move, entirely under her control. Her obsession with you had been simmering beneath the surface this entire time, and you were just too blind to see it.

As you were pulled into her grasp, the realization hit you like a shockwave—You had never been the one in control.

Agatha’s hand lingered at the edge of your jaw, firm but teasing. Her smile widened as you trembled, her gray eyes locked onto yours like a hawk sizing up its prey. It was as though the world had collapsed inward, leaving just the two of you in the oppressive, stifling silence of her office.

“I’ve been patient with you, darling,” she murmured, her tone syrupy but laced with a razor’s edge. “Watching you unravel, watching you think you had the upper hand… it was delicious. But now I think it’s time I stopped playing along.”

Her confession pierced your chest like a dagger. Your knees felt weak, and you stumbled back, only to find yourself trapped between the door and her looming presence.

“You knew?” The words slipped out in a whisper, small and broken.

“Oh, sweetheart,” she laughed softly, the sound rich and velvety, dripping with dark amusement. “Of course I knew. Did you really think you could follow me, linger around my office, and flood my desk with your little letters without me noticing? You were never subtle. But that’s what made it fun.”

Fun? Her words were mocking, taunting. Your obsession, the thing that consumed you for months, the thing you thought was hidden deep beneath layers of careful secrecy—she had known all along and had let you indulge in your madness.

“But you…” you stuttered, your mind struggling to piece together the fragmented truths unfolding before you. “You acted like you were scared—like I was…”

Her head tilted, that soft smirk never wavering. “Oh, I played the victim beautifully, didn’t I? Just enough fear, just enough hesitation to make you think you had the upper hand. People like you—people so desperate, so reckless—fall apart when they think they’re in control.” She leaned closer, her voice soft and sinister. “And you fell apart perfectly.”

Your breath hitched. She wasn’t just acknowledging your obsession—she was savoring it, as if every twisted act of devotion you’d shown her had been part of some elaborate game.

“Why?” The question escaped your lips before you could stop it. You hated how weak it sounded, how small you felt under her intense, unrelenting gaze.

She reached out, brushing her fingers lightly against your cheek, her touch both chilling and electrifying. “Because I wanted you,” she said simply, as though it was the most natural answer in the world. “From the moment I saw you in class, sitting there with that mix of fear and fascination in your eyes, I knew. I could feel the weight of your thoughts every time you looked at me. It was intoxicating.”

Your stomach twisted, the realization slowly dawning. She hadn’t just been aware of your obsession—she had wanted it. Encouraged it.

“You thought you were the one losing control,” she continued, her voice growing darker, “but really, I’ve been guiding you the entire time. Feeding your obsession, letting you think you were pulling me into your web, when it was my web all along.”

You shook your head, your mind screaming at you to push her away, to run, but your body was frozen. Every muscle, every nerve seemed to betray you under the weight of her presence.

“I could’ve stopped you at any moment,” she purred, her hand sliding to your throat, resting there lightly. “But where’s the fun in that? Watching you spiral deeper, watching you stumble closer to me—it was addictive.” Her grip tightened, just slightly, enough to make your breath catch. “You’re addictive.”

You tried to speak, tried to protest, but the words were caught in your throat. She was too close now, her breath hot against your skin, her body pressing against yours.

“And now, my darling,” she whispered, her voice dropping to a dangerous low, “you’ve given yourself to me completely. Your secrets, your devotion, your obsession—I own all of it. I own you.”

Her lips brushed your ear, and your stomach flipped. You could feel the power she held over you, the suffocating control she exerted without effort.

“And the best part?” she continued, her tone turning almost gleeful. “You never even saw it coming. You really thought I was afraid of you? Poor, naïve little thing. I’ve had you wrapped around my finger from the very beginning.”

A sudden wave of anger surged through you, a last-ditch effort to break free of her hold. “You’re sick,” you spat, your voice trembling with equal parts fear and defiance.

Her laugh was low and chilling, her fingers tightening just enough to make you gasp. “Oh, my sweet girl,” she cooed, “you’re just as sick as I am. Maybe worse. After all, you started this game. I’m just making sure I win.”

Her grip loosened suddenly, and you stumbled back against the door, your head spinning. The room felt smaller, darker, as if her presence had consumed every bit of air.

“But don’t worry,” she said, her voice soft again, almost soothing, as she stepped closer. “You don’t need to run, my darling. There’s nowhere to go. You’re mine now. Completely.”

She tilted her head, her eyes glinting with a strange, terrifying mix of affection and possession. “And I’m yours,” she added, her voice a whisper. “You just don’t realize yet how much you’ve always been in control.”

Her hand cupped your chin again, pulling you toward her until her lips were almost touching yours. “The question is,” she murmured, her voice barely audible, “how far are you willing to let this go?”

Agatha’s hand on your chin held firm as she tilted your head up to meet her gaze. Her gray eyes were unreadable now, vast and stormy, but with an intensity that made your stomach churn. You opened your mouth to speak—to do something, anything—but no sound escaped.

“Speechless already?” she teased, her lips curving upward as her thumb grazed your jawline. “I thought you liked this game. Don’t tell me you’re scared now.”

“I—” you stammered, your voice catching in your throat. For the first time since this obsession began, you felt the sharp sting of vulnerability. Your skin prickled as a realization crawled through your mind. She wasn’t just obsessed with you. This wasn’t a harmless game of attraction. This was something darker.

You stepped back, pressing yourself against the door as you tried to create some distance. But there was nowhere to go, nowhere to hide from the way she was looking at you—as though you were hers to take, to claim, to keep.

“Scared, my darling?” she asked, her voice soft but taunting, almost pitying. “I don’t blame you. It must be jarring to realize the one you’ve been chasing all this time has been chasing you right back.”

“Stop,” you croaked, your voice weak as your heart pounded against your ribcage. “This isn’t—this isn’t what I wanted.”

She laughed softly, the sound like velvet brushing against glass, sharp and smooth. “Oh, but it is,” she countered, her voice laced with something cruelly sweet. “You wanted me—needed me—so desperately. Don’t deny it now that I’m giving you exactly what you craved.”

“No,” you whispered, shaking your head. Your breathing was shallow, panicked. The reality of her presence, of her predatory gaze, pressed against you like a weight you couldn’t escape.

Her expression softened, and for a fleeting moment, you thought she might actually let you go. But then she stepped closer, her movements slow and deliberate, like a lion stalking a cornered prey.

“I see it in your eyes,” she murmured, brushing a strand of hair from your face. Her touch was gentle, but it sent a cold shiver down your spine. “That fear. That uncertainty. Do you know what I find most fascinating about fear?”

You tried to push her away, but her hand caught your wrist in an iron grip. The softness in her eyes disappeared, replaced by something dark and unrelenting.

“It’s addictive,” she said, her voice low, almost intimate. “It makes you vulnerable, exposes all your deepest, darkest secrets. And you? You’ve already bared everything to me. You belong to me, body and soul.”

Your pulse raced as her words wrapped around you like chains. There was no denying it anymore—she wasn’t just indulging your obsession. She was feeding on it, twisting it into something you couldn’t control.

“Please,” you whispered, the word slipping out before you could stop it.

Agatha tilted her head, studying you like an artist admiring her masterpiece. “Oh, darling,” she cooed, her voice dripping with mock sympathy. “You don’t need to beg. I’ve already decided you’re mine. Forever.”

Her grip on your wrist tightened as she leaned closer, her lips brushing against your ear. “You thought you were stalking me,” she whispered, her breath warm and chilling all at once. “But all this time, I’ve been waiting for you to come closer. To fall right into my arms. And now, my sweet, there’s no escape.”

You tried to pull away, your movements frantic, but she was relentless. Her hand slid down your wrist, pinning it against the door as she loomed over you.

“Why are you doing this?” you demanded, your voice trembling.

Her eyes softened for a brief moment, and she smiled—not the sharp, taunting smirk from before, but something gentler, almost tender. “Because I love you,” she said simply. “More than you’ll ever understand.”

The words sent a wave of terror crashing over you. This wasn’t love. This was obsession—pure, unrelenting, and suffocating.

“But you can’t leave, you know that,” she continued, her tone matter-of-fact now, as if your fate had already been sealed. “I’ve spent too long waiting for you, nurturing this… connection we share. And now that I have you, I’m never letting you go.”

Her lips brushed your temple, her breath ghosting against your skin. “You thought you were in control, but I’ve been ten steps ahead all along. Every glance, every note, every word—it was all leading to this moment.”

“I’ll go to the police,” you spat, the fear in your voice betrayed by the sheer desperation of the words.

She pulled back slightly, and for the first time, her smirk faltered. But it wasn’t fear you saw in her eyes. It was amusement.

“Oh, darling,” she said, chuckling softly. “And tell them what? That you stalked me? Left me unhinged notes? Or that you followed me home and watched me from the shadows like a ghost? No one will believe you. And even if they did—” She paused, her smile turning cruel. “Do you really think I’ll let them take you away from me?”

Tears stung your eyes as the weight of her words sank in. She had thought of everything, planned for every possibility. There was no way out, no escape from her carefully constructed web.

Agatha stepped back slightly, her hand lingering on your wrist as she studied your face. “Don’t cry, my darling,” she said softly, her voice almost soothing. “This isn’t a punishment. It’s a gift. You wanted me, and now you have me. Completely. Isn’t that what you wanted all along?”

You shook your head, your chest tightening as her words wrapped around you like a noose.

Agatha sighed, releasing your wrist but staying close enough that her presence felt suffocating. “You’ll understand, in time,” she murmured. “This is love, in its purest form. And soon, you’ll see that you’re exactly where you’re meant to be. With me. Forever.”

As her words echoed in the suffocating silence, you realized with a growing sense of dread that she meant every word.

Suddenly, Agatha’s lips crashed into yours with a ferocity that left you gasping, her teeth nipping at your bottom lip before her tongue plunged into your mouth. The taste of her was intoxicating—dark, sweet, and dangerous. Her hands gripped your hips, pulling you flush against her, and you could feel the heat of her body through the thin fabric of her blouse.

She broke the kiss, her breath hot against your skin as she whispered, “You’re mine now, darling. Every inch of you.” Her fingers trailed down your sides, leaving a trail of fire in their wake, before she grabbed the hem of your shirt and yanked it over your head. The cool air of the office hit your skin, but it did nothing to quell the heat building inside you.

Agatha’s eyes raked over your body, her gaze predatory and possessive. “Beautiful,” she murmured, her voice low and husky. She stepped closer, her hands sliding up your sides to cup your breasts, her thumbs brushing over your nipples, making them harden instantly. You gasped, your head falling back as she leaned in to capture one in her mouth, her tongue swirling around the sensitive peak.

Her hands moved to your waist, unbuttoning your pants and sliding them down your legs, leaving you in nothing but your panties. She knelt before you, her hands running up your thighs, her nails digging into your skin just enough to make you whimper. “So wet for me already,” she purred, her breath hot against your core. She hooked her fingers into the waistband of your panties and pulled them down, tossing them aside.

Agatha’s tongue darted out, licking a stripe up your slit, and you moaned, your hands tangling in her hair. She chuckled darkly, her breath ghosting over your sensitive flesh. “You taste divine, darling,” she murmured before diving in, her tongue lapping at your folds, teasing your clit with expert precision. You cried out, your hips bucking against her face as she devoured you, her hands gripping your thighs to keep you in place.

She pulled back, her lips glistening with your arousal, and stood, her eyes locked on yours. You whimpered, your body trembling with need. “Please, stop,” you whispered, your voice shaky.

She smirked, her hands moving to unbutton her blouse, revealing the black lace bra beneath. She shrugged it off, her breasts spilling free, and you couldn’t help but stare. She was perfect, her skin smooth and pale, her nipples hard and begging for attention. She reached behind her, unclasping her bra and letting it fall to the floor.

She leaned in, capturing your lips in a searing kiss, her tongue tangling with yours. You moaned into her mouth, your hands gripping her shoulders as she pressed her body against yours.

She broke the kiss, her lips trailing down your neck, leaving a trail of hot, wet kisses in their wake. Her hands moved to your waist, unbuttoning her pants and sliding them down her legs, leaving her in nothing but her black lace panties. She stepped out of them, her body pressed against yours, and you could feel the heat of her core against your thigh.

Agatha’s hand slid between your legs, her fingers teasing your folds before slipping inside you. You gasped, your head falling back as she curled her fingers, hitting that spot inside you that made you see stars.

“Please," you whimpered.

She leaned in, her lips brushing against your ear. "You're mine now," she whispered. "Every inch of you."

You tried to pull away from her, but she held you tight. "No," you whispered, shaking your head. "I can't do this. I can't be yours."

Agatha's hands tightened around your wrists, her nails biting into your skin. She smirked, her eyes gleaming with triumph. "Oh," she purred. "But you're already mine, darling. And nothing is going to change that."

Pressing her body against yours. "I'll never let you go," she whispered, her breath hot against your neck.

And then her lips crushed against yours, her teeth nipping at the bottom of your mouth before she thrust her tongue inside. You whimpered, trying to fight it, but her hold was too strong.

She pulled away, her eyes flashing with anger. "You should be grateful for what I'm doing for you," she snarled. "You should thank me for making you mine."

Panting heavily, her eyes wild with desire. "Tell me," she demanded. "Tell me you're mine."

You shook your head, tears streaming down your cheeks. "Please," you whispered. "Let me go."

Agatha smirked. "Never," she said. And then her lips were back on yours, her tongue demanding entrance.

You tried to fight it, but she was too strong. And soon, your mouth was opening, accepting her tongue. She moaned, her body pressing harder against yours, her hands still holding your wrists above your head.

"You're so perfect," she murmured against your lips. "So perfect for me." She leaned back, her eyes scanning over your body. "You'll be my perfect little pet," she purred, her hand moving to your breast. She pinched your nipple, making you gasp. "I'll train you to do whatever I want," she continued. "Whatever I want, you'll do."

She smiled, her fingers moving down your body to your core. She slipped her fingers inside you, curling them to hit that spot that made you moan. "And I'll make you cum for me," she whispered against your lips. "I'll make you cum so hard."

You tried to protest, but her hand over your mouth stopped you from speaking. She pressed her fingers deeper inside you, hitting that sensitive spot over and over.

You were trying to hold on, but it was impossible. Her fingers were too skilled, too good. You tried to push her away, but she didn't budge. And then the pleasure exploded inside you, making you cum on her fingers.

Agatha pulled her hand away, her fingers glistening with your wetness. She brought her hand to her mouth, sucking your juices off. "Delicious," she purred.

You stood there, shaking from the orgasm and the realization of what just happened. Agatha had taken control of your body, forcing you to submit to her desires.

You had played with fire, and now, you were trapped in the flames. Her flames.

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drghostwrite · 2 months ago

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Hello! I'm obsessed with Agatha too and I would like to request 1."Touch her and you're dead" and 7. "I need you to stay close to me."

Protective Agatha x reader is my weakness pleaseeee

omg yes… I would literally melt for protective Agatha… ughhh😫

p.s. I hope this is okay, I went with a angsty and fluffy version instead of the usual smut lol

Summary: what happens when your wife’s ex lover makes a grand appearance… Rio hears that Agatha has settled down, but when she arrives to find Agatha’s very pregnant wife, it’s not what she was expecting.

Pairing: Agatha Harkness x preg!wife!reader

Hold my hand

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The clock ticked past midnight, and the soft glow of your laptop screen blurred, pages of research scattered across your desk as a dull headache clawed at your temples. Between the strain of staring at your laptop screen and the relentless kicking of the baby growing inside you, focus was a distant memory. You leaned back in your chair, rubbing a hand over your swollen belly.

“Okay, little one,” you murmured, half-amused, half-exhausted. “You are your mothers child.”

A small smile tugged at your lips despite your discomfort… something about the fact that your baby was already showing stubborn determination felt poetic. With a sigh, you closed your laptop and the open books scattered across your desk.

It was time to call it a night.

The quiet of the house felt grounding as you made your way to the bedroom. The warm glow of a bedside lamp greeted you, and there, perched against the headboard, was your wife, Agatha.

She looked stunning, as always. Her dark hair fell in wild, natural waves, framing her sharp features in a way that made your heart flutter. The silk of her deep plum pajamas clung to her curves, the rich color enhancing her porcelain skin. One hand held a book while her other traced absentmindedly along the edge of the pages. She looked so serene, but when her eyes flicked up to meet yours, that familiar smirk curled her lips—knowing, teasing, and utterly irresistible.

“Finally decided to join me?” she drawled, closing her book and setting it aside. Her eyes roamed over you, lingering on the way you cradled your bump.

You slipped into bed beside her, letting out a soft groan as you tried to settle under the weight of your growing belly.

She reached over brushing a stray piece of hair out of your face, “What’s wrong?”

“Headache,” you murmured when her hand found its way to your hair, her fingers immediately raking through it with practiced ease.

“Come here,” she whispered softly, feeling as you shifted to lean into her more. Her other hand pressed gently into a pressure point at the base of your skull, and you couldn’t stop the contented sigh that escaped you as the pain began to ease. “There, better?”

“Much.” you sighed leaning into her touch.

“What would you do without me,” she teased, her lips quirking as she chuckled softly, “be completely helpless, my love?”

“Don’t start…” you huffed.

You rolled your eyes, too relaxed to protest, and leaned further into her touch. Just as you felt yourself starting to drift off, your baby decided to remind you of their presence with a strong kick.

“Oh, little one,” you groaned and shifted slightly, Agatha’s hand was warm as it came down to feel the kicks of your baby, “We get it, you’re feisty.”

Agatha’s laugh was soft and rich as her hand replaced yours, her fingers moving in soothing circles over your belly. “They take after their mother,” she teased, her voice low and affectionate.

“You’re not off the hook,” you mumbled. “You’re just as stubborn as I am.”

Another sharp kick and you groaned, your hand flying to your belly. “Seriously, do they ever stop?”

Agatha smirked, leaning down so her lips were mere inches from your belly. “Alright, my little love, settle down for your mama,” she brushed her lips over the taut fabric covering your belly, “your mama needs to rest.”

Almost immediately, the kicking softened, and your baby responded to her voice as if they were already under her spell.

You shook your head in disbelief. “I don’t know how you do that.”

“Magic,” she replied with a smug smirk, “and they know who’s in charge.” She leaned up to place a kiss to your temple.

The gentle soothing of her voice and the constant warmth of her body against yours lulled you into a peaceful sleep, your head tucked against her neck, her arms wrapped protectively around you.

But the peace didn’t last.

You woke in the dead of night, your senses prickling with unease. Agatha’s arms were still draped possessively over you, her breathing steady and soft as you tried getting closer to her, but something felt wrong. Carefully, you slipped out of bed, wrapping a robe around yourself as you padded downstairs.

You froze at the sight of a stranger standing in your living room. A tall woman with dark hair and matching dark eyes, she ran her fingers over the mantle above your fireplace, adorned with some decor and pictures of you and Agatha.

“Who the hell are you?” you demanded, your voice low but firm as you instinctively shielded your belly.

The woman turned, her lips curving into a predatory smile. “Rio Vidal,” she introduced herself, her tone dripping with mockery. “And you must be the reason Agatha’s been so quiet these days.”

“Rio… you and Agatha…” you started, hearing a name that your wife avoided saying at all costs.

“So you do know me,” her sadistic smile catching in the light, “I always thought Agatha kept me a secret.”

“What do you want?” your pressed a firm hand to where your baby kicked in response, you voice wavering at the thought of Agatha sleeping upstairs.

“Oh relax,” she started slowly moving towards you, “I was just curious. I heard Agatha had settled down… I never saw her as the marrying type and yet here you stand pregnant with her baby no less…” Rio’s gaze dipped to your belly, and her smile widened.

Her hand ghosted over your bump, and you instinctively stepped back, magic flaring at your fingertips.

“Don’t,” you warned.

But Rio only laughed, her dark energy crackling around her. “Oh, sweetheart, you’ve got some fight in you… nice to see you’re more than just a pretty face.”

She struck first, but you were quicker, deflecting her attack and sending a blast of energy that sent her skidding back.

“Oh I like you,” Rio’s smile turned feral. “Feisty and powerful. No wonder Agatha fell in love with you.”

Before she could strike again, your eyes flashed silver, your untamed power surging to the surface. But before you could unleash it, a low dangerous voice froze you both.

“Touch her and you’re dead.”

Agatha’s tone was lethal and laced with venom, when Rio turned, her smirk faltered under the weight of your wife’s glare.

Rio glanced at her, her smile turning coy. “Agatha,” she said, her voice dripping with mock affection. “It’s been a while. You didn’t tell me you’d moved on so… domestically.”

“This isn’t a game, Rio,” Agatha snapped, “Get out. Now.”

Rio’s eyes flicked back to you, and she smirked. “You always did love a challenge… nice to see you still have good taste.”

“Don’t make me repeat myself,” Agatha growled, her magic flaring dangerously.

Rio held her hands up in mock surrender, stepping back. “Alright, alright. No need to get territorial.” She glanced at you one last time, her grin sharp. “Until next time, sweetheart.” With a flick of her wrist, she vanished into the shadows.

The moment she was gone, Agatha was at your side, her hands trembling slightly as they cupped your face and then moved to your belly. “Are you hurt? Is the baby…?”

“I’m fine, we’re fine…” you assured her, though your voice wavered.

Agatha’s jaw tightened, and she pulled you into her arms, holding you as if to reassure herself you were truly okay.

Later, back in bed, you curled against her, her hand resting protectively over your belly. “I can hold my own, you know,” you murmured.

“I know,” Agatha said softly, her voice thick with emotion. “But you’re mine, and I don’t take chances with what’s mine.”

You smiled, pressing a kiss to her jaw. “You’re stuck with me, you know. I’m not going anywhere.”

Her voice cracked as she whispered, “I… I can’t lose you… I need you to stay close to me. Always.”

“You have my whole heart, Agatha,” you replied. “I’m not going anywhere, you have me... always.”

“I love you Y/N Harkness.” She said pressing a kiss to your head as she continued tracing patterns over your baby bump, reassuring herself that everything was okay.

“I love you to… Mrs. Agatha Harkness.” You said leaning further into her, placing a kiss to her neck before your forehead found the crook of her neck as you settled against her.

And as you settled back into bed, her arms wrapped tightly around you, you both knew there was no breaking the bond you shared… no matter what… or who tried.

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