#This is for the anon. and for you Agnes

[ragnarockz]

I'm begging you to write another g!pAgnes × reader fic I'M BEGGING YOU PLS

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Hey, anon! While I've actually never written g!pAgnes that doesn't mean I can't start RIGHT now 👀😤💙

Music inspo: forwards beckon rebound - Adrianne Lenker, Sour Patch - Ruby Waters, Did I Say Too Much - The Beaches, Takes One to Know One - The Beaches, She's Kerosene - The Interrupters, Short Skirt/Long Jacket - CAKE, Knocking at the Door - Arkells

Thunder booms as a flash of lightning lights up Agnes' bedroom. You glance quickly at the window before tossing another sweater into the pile for donation. Sure, Agnes has a big enough house but you hadn't realize how much stuff you actually owned and how much of it would actually fit here upon moving in.

You had decisions to make as you tried on and mulled over each article of clothing. Was it worth shoving back into the closet? The dresser? You launch another shirt into the ever growing pile that'll soon be hauled away by you and Agnes on the weekend.

You dig into another bag; definitely older and filled with clothes you've almost forgotten about. Old sweatshirts from college, a t-shirt from a family vacation you had begged your Mom to buy you and, one remaining set of your high school uniform. You pull out the polo and the kilt and give it a good shake to try and get the wrinkles out of it from being in storage from so long.

So long pangs in your heart a little; the passage of time had been truly bitter sweet for you.

You give the uniform a half smile as you sigh out and try to relax your shoulders. You were such a different person back then; the same but different. Going with the flow and trying to fit in; no one knew you truly. You wore your heart on your sleeve and kept yourself hidden away because you were unsure of the consequences. You knew Agnes felt the same and it was something you both had bonded over many times before.

The leagues it both took you both to finally get to a place of familiarity and having some sense of being comfortable with yourself.

None of that happened over night and it was still a challenge, a struggle. There were days where you both felt inadequate in yourselves. You quickly shed the boxer shorts you had taken from Agnes' pile to throw on that morning and one of her tank tops; undressing to pull over the polo shirt and hike up the kilt over your hips.

"Didn't know Halloween came early..."

You whip your head to look over your shoulder at Agnes who's propped up against the door frame with her hands on her hips. She's licking her lips as her eyes graze over your body and decide to rest on your kilt. You feel your face flush and instinctively move your hands down to smooth the backside; your hands tracing the curve of your ass.

"...Guess it still fits..."

Agnes nods as she swallows hard and you stare at her neck; watch the muscle bob under her skin. You sigh silently and feel that flush spread downwards and in between your legs. It's only that you're aware the kilt doesn't have built in shorts anymore. You had cut them out back in tenth grade.

Agnes doesn't reply as she pushes herself off of the frame and takes big strides over to you. You continue to stare at her over your shoulder as she comes up behind you and wraps her arms around your waist. You instantly lean your head back into her neck and breathe in hard to take in her cologne; something musky with a hint of spruce. Her lips have already found your earlobe as she bites gently and tugs with her teeth.

Your body reacts before your mind does as you push your ass back into her crotch and feel how painfully hard she is against her track pants. You moan and she whispers sweet nothings against your ear as she pushes her hips into your backside; forcing you to walk towards her bed.

You've played this game many, many times with Agnes before.

"Tell me how badly you want me, Daddy..."

You whisper from parted, wet lips as your eyelids gently close. Agnes' fingers are digging into your hips; just above the buckles of your kilt. You can feel her short nails already fiddling with the tiny belt as she tries to push them loose. You moan again and she laughs against your ear; wet and hot and dangerous because of course, she's slipping away from having any sense of control now.

You had no idea your high school uniform would be such a turn on for her.

But Agnes never really tells you, not right away. You chalk it up to her finding it hard to put her emotions into words; wanting to show you what she's feeling inside. And she does, of course, by the way her right hand snakes to your behind until they're up and under the hem of your kilt and grabbing your ass.

You open your legs a little which, of course, is an invite for Agnes to slip her hand between your legs and cup you. She presses her palm, her fingers against your underwear and you can feel them sticking to her skin. You're already wet and this does nothing but rile her up even more.

"I need to fuck you so bad...just like this, exactly like this..."

Agnes grunts into your ear as her left hand leaves your hip to, what you already know, pull her track pants and boxers down just enough to take her cock out.

You whine in anticipation, in impatience and push your head back a little further against her neck. You can feel her neck becoming moist with your ragged breaths as she uses her upper body to bend you over. She's laughing under her breath still as she feels you squirm against her; getting wetter with every passing second until she brings her right hand back to your kilt to flip the back hem up and over your hips.

Your backside is fully exposed to her now; her hand still cupping you between your shaking legs. You feel those blunt nails gently scratch against your skin as she uses her fingers to pull your underwear to the side now; the cool air of the room hitting your wet skin. You moan and you hear her coo somewhere behind you; almost trying to sooth you down before she pulls away completely.

The absence of her weight, her touch hits you like a slap in the face but you know she's sauntered off to her bedside table. You take this opportunity to catch your breath and readjust yourself a little better against her bed. You hear the snap of latex and then the drawer closing and Agnes' footsteps coming back behind you. You bite your lip as you lift your chin so your words don't come out muffled.

Because god, do you want Agnes to hear what you have to say.

"You sure you don't wanna try and knock me up this time around?"

The air in the room stills before you suddenly feel her hand between your legs once again; cupping your bare skin as she presses harder. You choke back a sob as you let your face drop to her bed.

"Gotta be a sin of some kind to get you pregnant while you're wearing that kind of a uniform...wouldn't it, Baby?"

You can only moan in response as you spread your legs a little wider and feel the head of her cock teasing your folds; daring to push inside of you. You feel added wetness against your skin; the lubrication from the condom slicking you up a little more. You mumble a string of curses before Agnes slowly pushes her erect cock into your cunt.

The sensation that blooms inside of you is a release of pressure you hadn't realized was building. It evaporates for a mere second before you clench your walls around Agnes' cock in a plea that you crave more of her. The pressure returns in a different form; hunger and an itch that needs to be scratched. You want that dull, aching throb taken care of.

You push you body back in one hard motion which, takes all of Agnes up inside of you. Your bodies collide and her left hand shoots out to press down into your lower back. She lets you ride her, milk her in the way you need it. She watches you lose yourself over her, against her, on her as you roll your hips back to fuck yourself with her cock that twitches every now and again deep inside of you. The moan you let out is loud and pitchy; cutting the air in hopes that your sounds set Agnes off herself.

It does, of course, because you know Agnes better than you know yourself.

Her groans are deep and raw, unfiltered as she presses her palm down onto your skin as she tries to hold you. She knows there's no stopping you now as you completely take over. She knows she's merely an instrument for you now even though she was the one who initialized it all. She allows her fantasy and turn-ons to turn into yours; something that was once so mundane and routine as a uniform becoming and object of unhinged desire.

"That's it, Baby...you fuck yourself good on my hard cock...look how well you take it, Babe...fuck..."

Your movement picks up in speed, almost losing yourself in your greed. You feel the sensation of just her head inside of you and you whine; that beautiful burning pain and mixes with pleasure as it hits at an angle that's neither comfortable or uncomfortable. You try to catch your breath and feel Agnes' hand now rubbing small circles on your lower back. She's allowing you to make the next move whatever it may be. You choose the level of pleasure here and now.

Maybe you surprise her as you pull away so far that you're now left empty. You can hear Agnes catching her breath behind you before she takes a wobbly half step backwards to give you space. It takes you a moment to catch your own breath before you turn against her bed; legs wobbly as you face her now. She's absentmindedly stroking her hardened cock into her hand as she stares at you with half-lidded eyes. You see nothing but love, compassion and, desire. It makes your heart hammer against your chest and your stomach somersault.

"Let me say thank you..."

Your whisper as your gaze lingers on Agnes' cock; tracing the veins you can barely see through the sheath of the condom. You slowly peel the polo shirt off of you before you sink down until you're on your knees in front of her. Her hand suddenly stops stroking herself and you can tell she's holding her breath as you shift a little closer and reach out with your hands to bring them around her legs to pull her a little closer to you. She obliges with a half-step forward to close that gap between your mouth and her cock. Her eyebrows quickly raise in consideration as she looks down at you and her words tumble out of her mouth hastily.

"Letmejust...takethisoffso...youcantasteme..."

You watch in awe as Agnes drags her hand up to the base of her cock; fingers teasing through her pubic hair. She finds the ridge of the condom with her fingers and drags it down her shaft until she's taken it off completely. You take Agnes in with your eyes and a sudden pool of saliva fills your mouth.

Your mouth opens before you even tell your body to do so.

Agnes takes another half-step towards you as her free hand finds the back of your head and her fingers rake through your hair to guide your mouth to her.

Your first thought it always just how good Agnes tastes in your mouth; something you didn't know you could crave until you started being intimate with her. She said the same thing about you whenever you rode her face or she had herself down between your legs. You couldn't get enough of the other.

Your cheeks hollow and your tongue slides underneath her shaft as you take more of Agnes' hard cock into your mouth. You make sure to hum, something she's moaned about loving as the vibrations rock right through her. You can feel your own cum dripping down your inner thigh.

Your nose buries deep into Agnes' pubic hair as she pulls you in closer with an inclination to have you choking on her in your throat. Your vision blurs as you blink away the tears that prick your eyes. You moan again and hope, fucking pray, that she gets the hint.

And Agnes does, because she knows you better than she knows herself. You feel the sweet and salty taste of Agnes inside of your mouth as you feel her body relax against you and her fingers loosen their grip on your hair. She cums into your mouth; down your throat and lets out a strangled sigh of relief.

Your mind makes a mental note to keep your old school uniform. It'll have a nice spot in the closet next to Agnes' things as a constant reminder of how much she loves it.

[fideidefenswhore]

did anne have the motto "me and mine" some time? i don't hear much discourse on it compared to the grudge one

oh, i've seen discourse about it...

(ahem,)

tracy borman (recently) cites a secondary source (book, published 20c) for this motto, but as i don't have access to that, i don't know what his source is...

"The falcon was often painted in silver, with a gold crown and sceptre, standing on a gold trunk out of which spouted red and white roses and the words 'Mihi et mea' ('Me and mine' or 'me and my love') ." Pinches, J.H. and R.V., the Royal Heraldry of England (London, 1974) p.146

[dogmaticof]

🥔

🤲

For my favourite beautiful green-eyed man, tayto

This is the most downright beautiful, caring, and kindest gift ever bestowed to me. I will treasure this and not eat it raw and unwashed.

[star-trek-fandom-confessions]

#488

"I agree what Agnes Jurati did to Bruce Maddox is awful and while she was understand Oh's influence, she wasn't forced to murder him. There is something else bothering me, Bruce is her ex lover, but the age gap between them seems so huge, to the point I wonder if she was really adult when she started to date him. Everything about this relationship seems wrong. Bruce is probably born around 2237 and Agnes probably around 2364? In 2385, Agnes and Bruce are still together because she thinks he has a weird behaviour, so the subtext is they meet when she was far more younger?"

[sebille]

i think wol of zenos should be lovked in a fun conflict for years where they just beat the shit out of each other by day and by night they tend to each others wounds and kiss softly

Oh anon my beloved yes tell me more (if you want 🫶🏻💖✨️💜)

I have been thinking a lot about what a Zenos return and eventually actual friendship might look like, and I definitely would hope that he still would want to challenge the wol. And kiss them softy...

[meetmeatthecoda]

Can I ask for some Lizzington headcanons? 👀 Both happy and sad. If any of them include Agnes and/or any other children they have, it's only a bonus)

Hello there, dear anon!! 🤗 Ahhh, Lizzington headcanons... 🥺 Happy AND sad, about Agnes AND other kids of theirs, no less??? 🥹 Well, this might seem like a lame cop-out... but I think I'm gonna go ahead & link a fic of mine... WAIT, I KNOW, DON'T GO!!! I'm just a little too focused on fic writing right now (Halcyon) & tbh, the fic I'm thinking of for this ask is basically a bunch of Lizzington kids headcanons disguised in a trenchcoat loosely known as plot AND even inspired by a beautiful piano piece called "Kids" by Maxence Cyrin... so I'm hoping it'll be something like what you're looking for!! Here it is 🥰 I'm sorry for cheese-ing out on your request, anon, but I genuinely hope that fic fulfills some of your desire for Lizzington fam cuteness!! Thank you so much for this ask regardless!! And much love to you, friend!! ❤️

[utterlyazriel]

who are some of your fav musicians? i hear songs sometimes that remind me of your writing 🥰

ahhhh!!!! this is so !!!!!! omg please you have to tell me who!!!

i actually have a specific playlist when i write for acotar to get into the vibe and it like 95% agnes obel <3 i luv her so much she is soooooo good to write to (i would rec the curse, stretch your eyes, camera's rolling and familiar and basically all of them tehe)

+ i am not immune to joel sunny's luminary that shit is magical and i listen to it on repeat when im writing high tension moments !!! <3

[bubaboos]

(to answer your tags) in english 'killer whale' is just a colloquial term they are in a more official context called 'orcas' and the term 'killer whale' became popular due to sailors watching orcas hunt whales while out sailing and calling them 'whale killers'

and that's so mean! like can't a woman do anything? does she need to be called a killer?🙄

[d-z20]

Sharing is Caring (NSFW)

Pairing: Agatha Harkness (Agnes O'Connor) x Reader

Summary: You're making breakfast, wearing Agnes' flannel and boxers, your body still aching from the night before. However when she enters—completely bare and unapologetic—it sparks a teasing exchange about your skill at ruining underwear that quickly turns into something far more heated.

- OR -

A little teasing over breakfast turns into a masterclass in why you should never test a butch with a mean streak and a firm grip. By the end, breakfast is cold, you are wrecked, and Agnes is feeling very smug about it.

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, butch Agnes/Agatha, top Agatha, Daddy pet name, edging, brat/dom themes, use of 'good girl', thigh grinding/humping, smidge of degradation, choking, light (makeshift) bondage, fingering, unprompted pleading

Words: 2.9k

A/N: This fic is the result of a request based on my conversations with an anon

AO3 | Masterlist

You’re humming to yourself happily, swaying slightly in front of the stove as you make breakfast. Your muscles ache in the best way, a reminder of the woman who wrecked you in the sheets—and against the wall, and on the couch—before finally collapsing in your bed.

Now, Agnes’ flannel hangs loose over your shoulders, just reaching the top of your thighs, and her boxers sit snugly on your hips. A rustle from behind makes you glance over your shoulder, and you nearly drop the spatula at the sight before you.

Agnes O’Connor stands in the doorway, all sleepy eyes and tousled dark hair, completely and utterly naked.

Your gaze drags over her, drinking in the sharp angles of her cheekbones, the veins in her slender hands, the way the morning light catches the curve of her waist and the hard planes of her stomach. There’s something undeniably sexy about the way she stands—relaxed, utterly unbothered, owning the space like she was made to fill it.

“No clothes, detective? How scandalous.”

Agnes smirks, unruffled, and gestures toward you. “My clothes are already in use, it seems.”

Heat rushes to your cheeks, but you force yourself to maintain composure. “You could’ve worn my underwear,” you smirk.

Agnes scoffs and steps forward, her movements almost predatory. "No, I couldn’t.”

“Why not?”

She closes the space between you with slow, measured steps, all raw confidence and effortless strength. The counter digs into your lower back as she crowds you in, her shoulders squared, her body solid and imposing in the best way. Her lips ghost over your ear as she whispers, “Because you ruined them last night.”

One of her hands slides down, cupping your crotch through her boxers, squeezing just enough to make you gasp. “And I bet you’re ruining these right now, aren’t you?” A whimper catches in your throat, your hips jerking slightly into her touch.

Your mouth opens, but nothing comes out except a hitched breath.

Agnes chuckles, giving you one last squeeze before pulling away, hands bracketing you against the counter. The warmth of her palm lingers, making your knees weak. But you, ever the little menace, won’t let her win so easily.

“Oh, how tragic,” you sigh dramatically, tapping a finger against your chin. “My poor, poor panties, ruined beyond repair.”

Agnes watches you through hooded eyes, unimpressed. “Such a shame,” she muses dryly.

You tilt your head, biting back a smirk. “I guess that means you’ll just have to keep me out of them.”

Agnes exhales sharply through her nose, dark amusement flickering across her face. “Is that right?”

“Mm.” You hum, pretending to consider. “Or, you know, replace them. I’ve always liked lace.”

Agnes’ lips quirk upward, though she says nothing, letting the silence stretch between you. Then, she takes another step forward, pressing into you just enough for you to feel the heat of her bare skin against your front.

“You can be as bratty as you like, darling,” she says, voice like velvet, “you’re just digging your own grave.”

You flash her a sly grin, eyes gleaming. “While digging my grave sounds tempting, there’s something else I’d rather be digging into.”

Agnes arches a brow, fingers brushing over your cheek while her other hand rests possessively on your hip. “Oh yeah? And what’s that, sweetheart?”

You twist at the last second, spinning out of her grasp, and turn back around to grab the two plates you’ve just finished preparing. Flashing her an infuriating grin over your shoulder, you say, “Digging into breakfast, of course! I don’t know about you, but I really worked up an appetite last night.”

You turn fully, plates in hand, just in time to catch the way Agnes bites her lip, nostrils flaring slightly as her gaze darkens.

Then, tilting your head with faux innocence, you decide to push your luck. “What were you thinking, hmm, Daddy?” The last word is a sultry whisper, teasing and utterly sinful.

Agnes runs a hand down her face before shaking her head with a chuckle. “You are going to be the death of me.”

“Well, at least you’ll die happy.”

You reach to set the plates down, but before you can step away, Agnes closes the distance. The warmth of her skin contrasts sharply with the cool air, a stark reminder that she’s still completely bare while you remain wrapped in her borrowed clothes. You barely have time to take a breath before her hands cage you in against the counter again.

Her fingers trail lightly up your arm before settling at your throat, thumb pressing just enough to make you swallow hard. The air between you crackles with electricity, your pulse hammering under her grip.

"You just don’t know when to quit, do you?" Her voice is low, dark, threaded with amusement and something even more dangerous.

You smirk, despite the way your breath catches. "And what if I don’t?"

Agnes chuckles, the sound vibrating through her chest as she leans in, her lips brushing the shell of your ear. "Then I guess I’ll have to teach you some manners."

Her other hand snakes down your side, dragging over your waist before gripping your hip with purpose. You shiver at the barely restrained strength in her touch, your body already betraying you, pressing closer, seeking more.

"You were so good for me last night," she muses, her thumb stroking absentmindedly at your throat, keeping you right where she wants you. "But now? Now, you’re just begging for trouble, sweetheart."

Your breath hitches as she presses her hips against you, pinning you between her and the counter. "Maybe I like trouble," you whisper, letting the words drip from your tongue like honey.

Agnes tsks, shaking her head with mock disappointment. "Good, because that mouth of yours is going to get you in so much of it, darling."

With a firm grip, Agnes spins you with practiced ease, your back arching as your chest meets the cool countertop. A shiver runs down your spine at the contrast of heat and chill, Agnes pressing close behind you, naked body boxing you in. Her palm flattens between your shoulder blades, keeping you in place, while her other hand trails down your stomach, teasing at the waistband of your borrowed boxers.

"You know," she says, voice velvety smooth, "I should make you finish breakfast first. Let you sit with that ache; let you sit in the evidence of how badly you need me."

You whimper, hips shifting instinctively, seeking relief, but Agnes is quicker. She grips your hip firmly, holding you still. "Oh, no. You wanted to be a brat. Now you’re going to wait."

Her words are a promise, a challenge, and a punishment all wrapped into one. You pant softly, already feeling the frustration coil in your stomach. Agnes chuckles darkly, pressing a teasing kiss to the back of your neck.

"You’ll take it," she breathes, "because deep down, you want to be a good girl, don’t you? Hmm? Be my good girl?"

Your nails dig into the countertop, your resolve wavering as heat pools low in your stomach. Agnes presses another kiss to your shoulder, her voice nothing but sinful satisfaction.

"And when I finally let you have what you want... you’re going to thank me for it."

Agnes’ hand is still firm on your back, keeping you pressed against the counter. The heat of her body is maddening, so close yet just out of reach. "Already so pliant. I could just ruin you right here, couldn’t I?"

You bite back a whimper, shifting slightly, trying to push back against her, but she tightens her grip. "Ah, ah," she tuts, "don’t be greedy."

Her fingers ghost along the waistband of her boxers, teasing at the elastic before pulling them down just enough to expose you. The cool air makes you shiver, anticipation crackling through your body like a live wire.

Agnes hums, dragging a single finger down your inner thigh, featherlight, just enough to make you squirm. "You’re already making such a mess," she chuckles, her voice thick with amusement. "You really are going to ruin these, aren’t you?"

A whimper escapes you before you can stop it, and Agnes chuckles again, pressing a kiss just behind your ear. “I knew it.”

Her hand slips between your thighs, but she barely gives you more than a teasing stroke before pulling away entirely. The loss makes you whine, but before you can protest further, she’s gripping your wrists, bringing them behind your back.

"You need a reminder of who's in charge, sweetheart," she purrs, pulling at the flannel draped over your shoulders. She tugs the sleeves down, letting them slip past your arms, exposing more of your chest in the process.

She takes the ends of the sleeves and ties them together, trapping your hands inside the soft fabric. A little gasp leaves your lips as you instinctively test the restraint, the material keeping your arms firmly pinned behind you.

The realisation sends a shiver down your spine. You’re completely at her mercy.

"Much better," Agnes hums, pulling the boxers back into place. She steps back just enough to admire her work.

Her fingers return, tracing slow, deliberate patterns over your sensitive skin, never quite where you need her most. You try to shift, to move against her touch, but the way she has you pinned leaves you helpless.

"Patience," she coos, pressing a kiss to your shoulder as her fingers dance lower, teasing but never giving in fully. "A brat like you doesn’t get rewarded so easily."

Your hips jerk, a frustrated sound leaving your lips, but Agnes only chuckles, utterly unbothered. She handles you like it’s second nature, her grip firm but controlled. One strong arm hooks around your waist, lifting just enough to guide you where she wants—an easy display of strength that leaves no room for argument.

Agnes keeps her grip firm, guiding you away from the counter with slow, deliberate steps. She sits first, legs spread wide, before pulling you down to straddle one of her legs, her hands anchoring you in place.

"There we go," she chides, her hands sliding down your sides before firmly gripping your hips. She pulls you down, guiding your movements until your clothed core is flush against the firm muscle of her thigh.

The moment you make contact, a sharp gasp catches in your throat. The fabric of the boxers is soaked through and clinging against your sensitive skin. Worse still, the cool morning air has chilled the wet fabric, sending a shudder through you as the contrast of temperature heightens every sensation. 

"Go on, sweetheart," Agnes murmurs, her voice low, coaxing. "Be a good girl and hump Daddy’s thigh."

Heat pools in your stomach at her words, your head dipping forward as you grind down against her, chasing that intoxicating sensation. Each shift and drag of your hips spreads the dampness further, a messy, undeniable evidence of your need.

The realisation makes your breath hitch—Agnes can feel it. She can feel how wrecked you already are, the soaked fabric leaving wet streaks against the hard muscle of her thigh.

A breathy moan escapes you, and Agnes hums in approval, tilting her head to press open-mouthed kisses along your neck. She moves down, her lips ghosting over your collarbone, her tongue flicking out to taste the newly exposed skin.

"You sound so pretty like this," she groans, her hands tightening on your hips, guiding your movements. "Getting yourself off on my thigh like a desperate little thing."

Agnes' fingers trail deliberately up your chest, calloused and warm, before wrapping around your throat. Her thumb presses just below your jaw, feeling your pulse stutter. She smirks against your ear as you swallow hard, breath coming in shallow, needy gasps. Your whole body trembles as you keen against her; the combination of her grip, her touch, and her voice is dizzying.

"Such a messy girl," Agnes teases, tilting her head back to meet your gaze. "I knew you would wreck my boxers."

Heat floods your cheeks at her words, but it only makes the ache between your legs worse. You let out another whimper, trying to chase more friction, but Agnes’ hand suddenly squeezes harder around your throat, making your head spin.

���Ah, ah,” she tuts, tightening her hold slightly, her thumb stroking over your jaw. “You take what Daddy gives you, understood?”

You nod frantically, barely able to breathe past the desire knotting in your stomach. “Y-Yes, Daddy, please—”

A sharp squeeze makes you gasp, your thighs trembling around her. “Such a good girl when you beg,” her voice is dripping with amusement. “Go on, then. Prove to me how much you want it.”

She releases your throat just enough to let you gulp in a shaky breath, and with her other hand still guiding you, you begin to move faster, grinding down harder against her thigh. The pleasure is dizzying, each motion sending sparks through your body, winding you tighter and tighter.

Agnes leans back slightly, her darkened eyes hooded, drinking in every tremble like it’s her favourite sight. A smirk tugs at her lips as she watches you fall apart, slow and sweet, entirely under her control. Her lips find your chest again, pressing open-mouthed kisses over the exposed skin, her tongue flicking out to tease you between nips and sucks. The mix of sensations has you trembling in her grasp, your moans growing more desperate.

“Daddy,” you cry out, back arching, head falling against her shoulder. “Please—please, I need—”

She hushes you, kissing along your jaw, her fingers tightening on your hips as she moves you just right. “I know, sweetheart. You’re so close, aren’t you?”

You nod desperately, hips jerking against her thigh, barely able to hold yourself together. The tension coils unbearably tight, your muscles trembling with the effort to keep from falling over the edge. But Agnes isn’t done with you yet.

At the last second, she stops moving you, holding you still. The sudden lack of friction makes you cry out in frustration, a desperate whimper spilling from your lips. “No—Daddy, please—”

She hums, stroking your cheek with mock sympathy. “Such a needy little thing.” Her grip on your hips tightens, keeping you in place despite your squirming. “You really want to cum, don’t you?”

A whimper is all you can manage, your hips trying to move again as you try and hold onto the pleasure.

"Come on, baby, use your words," she commands, her grip tightening slightly around your throat.

"Y-yes, Daddy," you gasp. "M’sorry—just feels so good."

Agnes lets out a low, approving hum, her free hand slipping between your legs, pressing against the damp fabric of her boxers.

"Poor thing," she croons, her fingers teasing over the soaked material. "I bet you’re just aching for me to take care of you, aren’t you?"

You nod desperately, biting your lip. "Please, Daddy—"

She doesn’t make you beg any further.

With one swift motion, she pushes her hand into the boxers, her fingers dipping past your folds. The sudden contact makes you jolt, a sharp gasp leaving your lips as she finds exactly where you need her.

"That’s it." Her fingers move with practiced ease, circling and teasing before pressing in, stretching you deliciously. Your whole body tenses, the pleasure hitting you like a tidal wave.

Her hand stays firm around your throat, grounding you, keeping you exactly where she wants you.

"You’re taking me so well," she praises, her lips brushing against your ear. "Such a good girl when you want to be."

The words send another spark of arousal through you, your walls clenching around her fingers as she works you open. The heat in your stomach is unbearable now, winding tighter and tighter, teetering on the edge of oblivion.

"Daddy," you whimper, "I—I’m gonna—"

"You can cum, sweetheart," Agnes urges, her pace quickening, her thigh flexing beneath you. "Let me feel you cum on my fingers."

With a sharp cry, you climax, pleasure surging through you as your body tenses, then melts into her. Agnes keeps moving through it, drawing out every last tremor, her grip on your throat still firm.

By the time you slump against her, utterly spent, Agnes is chuckling, her fingers stroking lazily over your back.

"That’s my good girl," she reassures, kissing the top of your head while untying the makeshift restraints.

A quiet, exhausted mumble escapes you, barely more than a breath against her skin. "Th-Thank you, Agnes..." Your voice is soft, uneven, and slightly slurred from exhaustion, your words melting into her warmth.

She smiles, tightening her hold on you for a moment before smoothing a hand down your back. "You did so well for me. Maybe next time, you shouldn’t make it so hard for yourself."

Agnes shifts slightly, and you barely register the movement until you feel her fingers wiping themselves clean on the damp fabric of her boxers. She clicks her tongue, amusement lacing her tone as she glances down. "Well, these are well and truly ruined," the smirk is audible in her voice. "You really did a number on them, sweetheart."

You hum contentedly, nuzzling against her, your body still heavy with the aftershocks. Despite everything, you can’t help the small, breathless giggle that escapes you. "Worth it," you mumble against her collarbone.

Agnes laughs, shaking her head as she presses a final kiss to your forehead. "You’re going to be the death of me, sweetheart."

You grin, utterly blissed out, as you murmur, "At least you’ll die happy."

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The baggy flannel & boxers combo is impeccable and I am speaking from experience.🍑anon, my darling, I hope this was everything you wanted :D

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[jubshead]

𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐃𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐎'𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮

Paring: Detective O’Connor (hallucinating Agatha) x Reader

Summary: When your mother gets out of town, you grudgingly accept to take care of the town’s lunatic.

A/N: So this is dedicated to this anon, it’s VERY different from what I have written for Agatha so far, but I hope you like anyway!

This isn’t beta read and english isn’t my native language, so bear with me.

Warnings: Mental instability, Face slapping, Bondage, Dubious consent, Dildo, Teasing/edging

Word count: 3k

Date: Nov 25, 2024

Comments are always welcome and if you don’t wish to be identified, my ask is open!

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Wanda’s spell had changed Westview. 

Aside from the obvious altered psychological state of the citizens, the town's sense of community had blossomed and the shared trauma had brought them together. The witch's magic had left a lasting scar and people were empathetic for anyone affected by it. 

Agnes O’Connor, or whatever her name was. 

She’s been a good neighbor for the past three years, slightly nosy, but clearly under some sort of mental control. Lately, though, she’s been acting differently. Your mother is one of the people who’s been lending a helping hand. Buying her groceries, visiting to make sure she is eating and bathing, and despite the odd conversation, she has been fine on her own.

Not that your mother would listen. She is invested in being some sort of babysitter and drag you along. You’ve managed to stray from the role, but, when your mother left town for business, you had promised to take care of the town's loony. 

The day's warmth gives way to a chilly breeze, the settling sun makes an orange hue in the sky and you try to balance the grocery bag while opening the wood door. Unfortunately for you, the neighborhood has a barter system and today is your family's turn to make sure everything is in order. 

Walking in, you take a minute to look around, the place is beautiful and dark, everything matches and you wonder what is Agatha’s doing and what is somebody else’s. You had never stepped foot in the house and it impressed you. 

Locking the door behind you and navigating to the kitchen, you set the bag down on the counter and call out. 

“Agnes? My mother asked me to bring you some groceries.” 

Silence follows your statement.  

“Hello?” You say louder.

Fuck. What if she had run away? 

Taking a deep breath, you decide to inspect the house before freaking out. Walking back to the entryway, you glance up the stairs and back into the living room. The place appears to be empty and you strain your ears in an attempt to hear any kind of noise. The house seems uninhabited and you conclude that upstairs is the next place to look for her.

“Hello? Anyone home?” You shout uncertainty, taking a step.

Your head is full of worry as you walk up the stairs. You’ve never seen Agnes after her psychotic breakdown, you don’t know what to expect. People from the neighborhood had said she was harmless, but you had no way of knowing. Either way, even if that were the case, it wouldn’t look good for you if you somehow lost her. 

The wooden floor creaks beneath your feet and darkness engulfs the hallway. Taking a quick peek at the open doors, you face up the end of the corridor, the place you assume it's the bedroom. Guiding yourself with the moonlight streaming in through the open window, you carefully enter the space. The curtain moves with the wind and you relax a friction, there is clearly no one here. 

As scared as you are, you barely have time to process the thought of Agnes' disappearance before feeling an impact against your back. Falling into the bed, you try calming your racing heart and, scared, you quickly turn around to see the back of a figure as it walks and settles into an armchair, turning on the lampshade beside her. 

Squinting your eyes against the yellow light that consumes the room, you take her in. Her legs are spread open, she wears a long sleeved shirt with a boner joke saying: “Bohoner family reunion. Pitch a tent.”, black sweatpants finish the look while her hair is pulled down in a ponytail. Her face is stern and she looks like a complete lunatic. 

“Sit up.” She commands. 

Afraid of an unpredictable reaction, you do as she says. 

The cushion feels soft under your thighs as you settle in the mattress. She ranks her eyes over your figure before leaning back, arms crossed over her chest. There’s some kind of hose head in her hip. 

“I’m curious. What compelled you to break into the home of a decorated detective?”

“What?” You blurt out immediately.

“I’m not playing games, little girl. You better answer me.” 

You fridge under her gaze, trying to understand the mental episode she’s having. Your mother mentioned that Agnes was having some sort of hallucination, but you never guessed this. Does she think she is some kind of cop?

She places her elbows on her knees and leans forward, waiting for your response.

“I- My mother asked me to bring you some groceries.” You explain carefully.

“Don't lie to me.” Narrowing her eyes, she stands up and searches for something in her drawer. “You won’t like the results.”

You glance at the door and prepare to make an escape. Barely having time to place your foot down and run, you feel a hand on your shoulder pushing you down and making you freeze when you sense her breath ghosting against your temples. 

“You better not try that. I’m assuming you don’t want to spend the night in the tank.” A glimpse of her hands makes you shake your head, she’s carrying a rope and a silver tape. 

“Good.” She stands in front of you and grabs your chin to look up at her. “Now, what were you after?”

You look around for something that might help you in this situation. “I was just bringing you groceries…” You whisper. 

“Don’t play dumb.” Her hands squeeze your cheeks harshly. 

God, this is the craziest talk you’ve ever had. 

“Look Agnes, you might be a little confused. How about I put you to bed and let you get some sleep?” You grab her wrist, trying to loosen her grip. 

She slaps you across the face, hard enough to leave a sting behind. 

She leans in close and says. “Do you think you have the right to touch me?”

The hit leaves you angry enough to turn and shout. “YOU ARE NOT A DETECTIVE.” 

Maybe it’s time to put her in a mental institution. 

She scoffs and grabs the rope at her side. “Do you know what we used to do to mouthy things like you back at the academy?” 

Your eyes widen and you stay rooted in place, running crosses your mind once again, but you push it aside, it would be worse if she tackled you to the ground. They do say crazy people have more strength than usual. 

She stretches the cord out in front of you and smirks, seizing your arms and tying them in front of you. Maybe it would be better if you played into her fantasy. 

“I’m sorry, Detective O’Conner.” Your entire demeanor changes and you beg. “Please, it was just a prank, my friends put me to it.” 

She has a side smile and doesn't look into your face, completely focused on her task. 

“Oh, now you are being cooperative. Scared?” 

Indeed, you are.

She crouches and levels her eyes with yours, searching your face for something that she doesn’t seem to find. 

“I don’t believe you and I’m not letting you go until I’ve got a satisfying answer.” 

She harshly pulls the knot in your wrists and looks pleased when it doesn’t come loose. Pacing around the room and looking at your bound form, you see the engines turning in her head as you feel trapped in a lion’s cage. 

Suddenly, she grabs you by the shoulder and pushes you backwards. You crash into the mattress and panic, you definitely shouldn’t have played into her delusion, the thoughts of escaping brushes your mind and you curse yourself for not doing it sooner. 

She takes hold of your binded arms and places them over your head as she climbs on top of you. Her knee is placed between your legs and you put your heels on the edge of the bed, pushing yourself up in a vain attempt to avoid the pressure. 

“This is what happens when you poke the bear, little girl.” She breathes in your face.

“Agnes, look-”

“IT’S DETECTIVE O’CONNOR TO YOU.” You wince at her scream. 

“Detective O’connor…” You try out and continue when she doesn’t react. “There’s no need for violence, we are both adults, I’m sure we can settle this.” You attempt to reason with her. 

She laughs at your statement, one of her hands grabs your neck and lightly squeezes. 

“I won’t accept any form of disrespect. You’ll be an example for your friends.” 

Yeah, okay. Maybe that was a bad excuse.  

Her eyes focus on something behind you and she reaches for it. You completely freeze when the corner of your eye catches the sight of a purple dildo held by her. Something inside you stirs.

“You better lick it up, little girl. This is going inside you.” 

“WHA-” Your scream is cut off when she shoves the hard object down your throat.

The stiffness settles uncomfortably on your windpipe, making you gag and cough against it, only stopping when she takes pity on you and draws it out of your mouth. 

“Do you want me to shove it in right now?” She’s a jerk and lets out a smug grin when you shake your head.

“No, no, no!” You say hastily. “I can do it.” 

Seeing your willingness, she places the sex toy against your lips, letting you set the pace for yourself. You take a tentative lick and she raises an eyebrow at you. 

This whole situation makes you dizzy. Agnes’s weight is on top of you and you slowly engulf the dildo, licking and coaxing in your saliva. She looks deep into your eyes and holds your tied hands firmly, pushing your propped heels with her feet and making you moan around the object when her thigh presses harder against your core.

Your body is reacting in the opposite direction, the panic settled into a trembelling flutter in your abdomen, the idea of being fucked by her seems more appelling as the time goes by and you wonder how much you really need to lube the dildo with your arousal pooling in your undearwear. 

“Yes, that’s it.” She says encouragingly. 

She sets a rhythm, leisurely pulling in and out as her lips form a sadistic smile, seemingly taking joy in your predicament as you slowly relax into the mattress, accepting your fate. Her blown pupils draw a groan out of your mouth and you feel drool dripping down your chin. 

She leans down and nuzzles your neck, before popping the dildo out of your mouth and eyeing it. 

“Good girl.” She praises and you grind against her thigh. 

Smiling, she takes away your only form of relief, straddling your waist and placing the purple object sideways in her mouth. The image distracts you enough and gives her time ,with her newly free hands, to grab the remains of the rope and tie your bound hands against the headboard. 

She eyes your pitiful position and lets out a breathy laugh, before grabbing your shirt and ripping it in half. Your eyes widen at the action and you suddenly remember that despite the pleasure running through you, you’re still very much in danger.

Ranking her eyes down your figure, she slides the wet dildo down your collarbones and over your covered breast, before reaching your navel. You look up at her with a pleading face, you could no longer tell if it was whether for her to continue or let you go.

“Ag-Detective, please.” You beg and the nickname brings a smirk to her face.

Thrusting your hips up, you try in a vague attempt to smooth your aching core, she grabs your waist and presses her body weight harder against you. Getting close to your face, she ‘tsks’.

“Nah, nah. This is supposed to be a lesson.” Her hand moves up and painfully gropes your breast, pinching your nipple and making you let out a groan. 

She rolls off of you and for a second, you think she’s going to leave you there, bound and unsatisfied, completely lost in the situation. That is, until you feel her harshly pull your pants out, along with your panties, humming as she looks down at your barely covered self.  

Spreading your legs, she settles between them and grabs the back of your things, pushing them up until your knees meet your front. Your open position gives her access to your core and she looks at it, grinning and running her finger through your wetness. 

“It appears someone has a cop kink.” Even in your condition, you have to hold in your laugh. 

She’s still talking nonsense. 

The discarded dildo appears in her hand once more and you bite your bottom lip in anticipation, she looks into your eyes as she slowly drags it between your folds and circles your clit, teasing you. Torture seems to be part of her enjoyment, you trash and buck into her hand, but the only thing she does is grip your hips to prevent your movement. 

She runs the object down your thigh and you feel how wet it is, mixing with the previous stickiness in there and driving you mad as it gets further away from your entrance. Stopping your needy motions, you let out a whine from the provocation before suddenly throwing your head back as she slams into you. 

It stretches you and she doesn’t give you time to process the intrusions before she starts to move. She pounds hard, seemingly trying to draw out your pleasure as fast as she can and by the amount of arousal you feel bubbling under your skin, she’s succeeding. 

You moan loudly, your shoulders ache from the uncomfortable position and your wrist burns from the material of the rope. Your body shakes with the force of her thrusting and your breasts bounce inside your bra. 

“Ag- Please… I can’t.” Meaningless words spill out of your mouth. 

She laughs and places one of your legs on her shoulder, going deeper and hitting a spot that makes your vision go white. 

“Tell me what you were looking for.” Her face closes off and somehow she becomes more aggressive with her movement. 

“Wha-” There isn’t a single thought crossing your mind. 

“Why did you come into my house? Tell me right now or I’ll stop.” 

“NO.” You shout and throw your head back at the frustration. “I already told you.”

“I don’t want to hear any bullshit excuse.” Her movement slows down and you circle your legs around her to prevent her detachment.

“I don’t know what you want me to say!” You tell her, your mind is muffled with arousal and you feel your climax getting away from you.

“‘Tell me the truth.” She almost screams and stops completely. 

“Fuck!” You exclaim, unfulfilled . 

Your thoughts can barely connect, your head is spinning and you try to find a justification that will satisfy her enough.

“I WANTED YOU.” You shout out. “I wanted to get your attention.” 

You finally settle into an excuse and it seems to please her when she gives you a shit-eating grin, thrusting back into you.

The fading orgasm returns with vengeance, your back arches away from the bed and your entire body tenses up. The purple object pounds harder and harder into you, hitting the right spot every time and making you sob. Your legs tighten around her and your heel digs into her back. The headboard hits the wall and you faintly hear the sound as your mind is overrun with pleasure. 

“Detective- I need…” You blur out, the statement being cut off by a groan.

“I know what you need, baby.” Her voice is hoarse, you open your eyes to look down and are greeted by ragged breathing, hair out of place and an open mouth as she takes in your pleasure. 

Her free hand comes up to circle your outer lips and you groan, frustrated by the endless teasing. Her finger meets your clit and her other hand adjusts the dildo to keep up the pace with the new attachment. 

You close your hands around the rope holding them, throwing your head back as your body meets her thrusts and you grind up against her finger, searching for the edge. All the breath in your body rushes out at once when you reach it, stiffening and trembling against her body. Your hard nipples brush against the material of your bra and your nails dig into the skin of your palm. You go completely rigid and mute before slumping down onto the bed. 

Your fingers teak at the aftershocks, you feel Agatha slipping the dildo out of you and her face enters your blurred vision. 

“Did you learn your lesson?” She asks seriously, her face closed off again. 

You nod vigorously, still bound and helpless, you couldn’t tell what she would do next. 

“Good.”  She says and reaches up, untying the thick rope from your wrists and adding. “Stay where you are, I’m going to get a wipe.” 

Puzzlement fills your mind and you rub your red skin, maybe this would be the perfect time to run, even with your shirt torn and naked half self, but you doubted your jelly legs would take you far. Besides, her mood had changed, she seemed softer and you weren't sure if the change of temperament was her mental health acting up or if she was calmer because of your early answer. 

There’s not a lot of time to think when you hear her coming back from the bathroom, towel in hand. Your breath is caught in your throat and you watch her every move, paralyzed. She settles herself on the bed, in front of you, before looking into your eyes and asking. 

“May I?”

You open yourself for her once more, she’s already fucked you stupid, there’s no need to be ashamed. 

Her knuckles run up your calf and stop in your knee, her other hand placing the white wet material against your thigh and wiping the stickiness in it. You shudder when she brushes your core and wonder if you are catching her insanity by thinking of doing this again. 

“I’m glad I didn’t have to use my gun on you.” She lets out a relieved laugh and points with her head at the nightstand behind you.

You turn around and are greeted by a hose head.  

[harknessxo]

Hello there, I have a request...

what if during the 3 years that Agatha was in the hex, she went through a rom-com phase, the lover character being the reader. Now that she is out of the hex, she meets the reader again but it turns out the feeling was still there.

Thank you in advance.

Unraveling

Paring: Agatha Harkness x reader

Summary: For the past three years, Agatha was trapped under the Scarlet Witch’s spell. Trapped in her own mind to play the character of Agnes, the nosy neighbor. But even then she was able to find some sort of happiness, you. At some point, you always found yourself at her house, talking or just watching tv together and in Agatha’s mind it became a romantic comedy where you were her love interest. It was such a refresher after the nightmares of her past she had every night. Then came the day the spell was suddenly lifted. Agatha had finally come to her senses. She had fallen in love again after all these years but were you even real? She had no sense of what was real or fake.

Warnings; fluff, hurt/comfort.

Word Count: 1.2k

A/n: Hope you like you it Anon!

For the past three years, Agatha was trapped under the Scarlet Witch’s spell. Trapped in her own mind to play the character of Agnes, the nosy neighbor. But even then she was able to find some sort of happiness, you. You used to live in Westview with your parents but moved out when you started college. After the news of what had happened you didn’t waste any time booking a flight to go back home. That’s how Agnes, well Agatha, met you.

She was working on her garden when you approached her. You were told of her situation, how everyone in the neighborhood helped her out when they could and you wanted to be one of them. You introduced yourself and told her that if she ever needed something to just knock on your door. From that moment on, you became a ray of sunshine in the darkness of her mind.

You were quite the baker so every time you made cupcakes or cookies, you always made sure to save some for her. Her favorite cookies of yours were your homemade lemon cookies. They tasted like heaven to her. At some point, you always found yourself at her house, talking or just watching tv together and in Agatha’s mind it became a romantic comedy where you were her love interest.

Despite everything, a bond had formed. Agatha treasured these moments, a warmth she hadn't realized she missed. She was drawn to your laughter, a sound like wind chimes on a breezy day. The way your cheeks turned pink and your eye got so small, you looked so adorable. It was such a refresher after the nightmares of her past she had every night.

Then came the day the spell was suddenly lifted. Agatha had finally come to her senses. She found herself standing in her living room completely naked, her mind going wild. It was like a movie started to play from the moment she was put under the spell to when she met you.

“Y/n…” she whispered your name. All that happened between you two dawned on her. She had fallen in love again after all these years but were you even real? She had no sense of what was real or fake so without thinking, she burst through her door, still naked, and ran across the street to where you were supposed to live. She found you cutting some tree branches and screamed your name.

“Y/n!” You turned to look at the source of the noise and your eyes nearly fell out when you saw it was A̶g̶n̶e̶s̶ Agatha walking towards you with absolutely nothing to cover herself with.

“Agnes, what in the world are you doing?!” You rushed towards her, taking off the jacket you were wearing. She stopped in front of you, her breaths coming out in quick pants. She was still trying to process everything that was happening. You quickly wrapped the jacket around her, shielding her from the neighbors' curious eyes.

“You’re real…” she said, cupping your cheek with a smile on her face.

“Yes, yes I’m real- why don’t we take you inside, Agnes-”

“It’s Agatha,” she quickly corrected, absolutely detesting that name whilst allowing you to lead her into her house.

“Okay c’mon,” you walked with her into her house, locking the door behind you. When you turned around to look at the older woman, she had already taken the jacket off and you quickly covered your eyes.

“Agnes- I mean Agatha,” you took the first thing you saw on her coat rag and handed it to her, “Please put some clothes on and explain to me what the hell is happening.”

She took the robe from your hands and slipped it on. In her own defense, it hadn’t been that long since she was…on her own that she forgot to keep herself covered, not that she actually cared if you saw her naked.

“Come,” she urged you to her couch. You sat down and waited for her to speak first while still wrapping your head around what had just happened. She sat down next to you, her body still shaking from the sudden change. She was still trying to process it all and the memories that flooded her mind. She turned to look at you and saw the confusion in your eyes.

“I don’t know where to start…” she said, her voice soft.

“It’s okay,” you took her hands in yours, “take your time.” She looked down at your hands, her heart fluttering as she felt the warmth of your touch. She intertwined her fingers with yours, taking comfort in your presence.

“I’ve been under a spell for the past three years…” she began, her voice trembling slightly, “The Scarlet Witch…she trapped me in my own mind to play this…Agnes character after I tried to take her power. Meaning that I am also a witch and my name is Agatha Harkness.” She finished, waiting for any sort of reaction from you before she continued. You blinked a few times, taking in what she was saying.

“So…the woman I talked to every day wasn’t actually you?” You asked confused. Was all you shared in vain? She could see it in your face where your mind was going.

“No! No it’s-“ she sighed, “It’s complicated. It was me but not completely. I didn’t have full control of my mind but you and I,” she scooted closer, “that was real to me and I really hope it was real to you too.”

“…it was real to me too, Aggie.” She let out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding, her shoulders sagging with relief. She had been so worried that you were just a figment of her imagination.

“You have no idea how happy I am to hear you say that…” she whispered, leaning closer to your lips until they finally touched. You brought your hands to her face, pulling closer into the kiss. She wrapped her arms around your neck, pulling you on top of her as she deepened the kiss. She poured all her emotions into it, all the feelings she had for you while she was trapped under the spell. When you pulled away and looked at her, she had tears in her eyes and you immediately started to panic.

“What’s wrong? Did I do something wrong?”

“No, no, no, you didn’t do anything wrong,” she reassured you, a smile on her face as she cupped your cheek.

“I’m just so happy…I never thought I would be able to hold you like this, to feel your touch, to kiss you. I thought you were just a mind trick Wanda was using to torture me…” You smiled at her before kissing away the tears that had escaped her eyes.

“I won’t let that witch get to you ever again.” She chuckled at your comment, her heart swelling with affection for you. She ran her fingers through your hair, admiring every single feature on your face.

“My knight in shining armor…”

“At your service m’lady,” She couldn’t help but laugh at your response, the sound ringing throughout the room. She pulled you closer, resting her head on your chest, listening to your heartbeat.

“Please don’t ever leave…” she said, clinging onto you as if you would disappear if she didn’t.

“I’m here Agatha. I won’t leave your side.” You reassured her. She snuggled closer to you, burying her face in the crook of your neck. She felt so safe in your arms, like nothing could hurt her anymore.

“Promise?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

“I promise,” you whispered, running your hands through her messy hair.

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[harksness]

A/N: i was so feral over detective harkness i wrote a quick lil smut fic (thanx to the rings anon who gave me an idea for this lol <3)

also I KNOW SHES TECHNICALLY AGNES HERE SHHHH JUST GO WITH IT

Warnings: SMUT, oral, Agatha receiving, hair pulling, degradation and praise. Dom! Agatha as per usual. Sub! Reader as per usual.

WC: 2.1k

Carefully, you push the door to Agatha’s office closed behind you and twist the lock. She doesn’t even notice that you entered, hunched over her desk with papers and files sprawled out beneath her, pen clenched in her left hand as she bends over the mess. Strands of hair had slipped out of her ponytail, hanging along the sides of her face.

Once in a while you’ll surprise her at work like this. She’s been so stressed lately that she hasn’t been sleeping through the night. That's not abnormal for your wife, she is a bit of a workaholic afterall, but sometimes she just needs you to drag her back into reality. And that's been hard to do with your conflicting work schedules and her long days lately.

Slowly, so you don't startle her, you walk over to Agatha’s desk. Her eyes glance up to you but don’t seem to process you right away as the flick back down to her work, before landing back on you again. As the realization finally sinks in, a smile grows on her features.

“Hey, hot stuff.”

Your heart leaps into your throat at the way she shoots you a wide grin, legs spreading as she leans back in her office chair to look up at you.

“Hey, even hotter stuff.”

She snorts at your flirting, throwing her pen down onto her desk. It makes you feel a little too smug that it's so easy for her to forget her work when you're around.

“You don’t look in the mirror as much as you should. You’re obviously the hotter stuff.”

She argues lightheartedly as you turn and lean against the desk next to her, the plush of your ass digging into the edge of the tabletop as you smile down at her.

“Well I could say the same thing to you.”

Again, she snorts.

“I’ve barely slept the last few days, my eye bags are huge, my hair is a mess and I’ve got stains all down the front of my frumpy flannel. I’m not hot right now.”

Agatha's eyes are tired and her words make your heart ache in your chest. She's always the most beautiful thing in the world, the details don't matter. She's just always stunning.

You lean in towards her and take her face in your hands, her eyes fluttering closed as she leans into your touch.

“You’re always hot, baby.. It doesn’t matter the circumstances.”

You coo at her, a little laugh escaping her lips as you lean in and press a kiss to her forehead. You decide to speak up before she can continue arguing you, knowing her stubbornness wouldn't let this go unless you changed the subject.

“You look stressed, my love..”

Agatha groans at your words, frustrated.

“There’s just a lot going on right now.. Yknow?”

You nod your head in understanding. When you married her, you knew this is what you were signing up for. She’s obsessed with her job, gone for long periods of time and unable to take her mind off of her work. And that dedication is something you love about her regardless. You’re okay with being her anchor, tethering her and bringing her back to reality. She always floats back to you when you pull her back down to Earth, and that’s all you could ever ask for. 

You’ll happily keep doing this for the rest of your life.

Leaning down, you press your lips against her cheek in a lingering kiss, lips ghosting against her skin as you speak.

“Why don’t you let me help you take your mind off of things for a bit..”

You whisper against her soft skin, and she lets out an amused noise as you continue to kiss her, your lips moving to trace along her jawline as you guide her head to tilt to the side.

“Baby… Fuck.. We can’t-”

As she says that her hands are reaching for you, grabbing you and pulling you closer. You smile against her skin.

“Are you sure you want me to stop? I will if you really want me to..”

She doesn't answer, torn between doing what she wants and the responsible thing.

You pull back, admiring her beautiful, tired features for a moment. She looks up at you with love pooling in her eyes as you trace your thumb affectionately along her cheek, under the deep purple bags creasing under her pretty bright eyes before placing a lingering kiss on her lips.

Then, you quickly glance behind you at the door you locked on the way in, ensuring it’s still secure before you drop to your knees in front of her, right below her desk and between her spread legs. The firm carpet is rough on your knees but you don't care, the woman before you is more important. She groans and lets out a louder curse at the sight of you before her.

“You have no idea how many times I’ve imagined this..”

She breathes the words out and you smile up at her, leaning forward and running your hands up her clothed thighs.

“Then let me make your fantasy come true, baby.. Please?”

You beg sweetly, batting your eyelashes up at her. She digs her teeth into her bottom lip, eyes flickering greedily over you as she contemplates what to do. 

“Fuck, you’re worth getting fired over.”

You’re grinning ear to ear as you lean forward, running your hands from her knees all the way up her thighs and to the waist of her pants. She watches you with eager eyes, greedy smile etched into her pretty pink lips as she raises her hips off the chair.

Quickly, your hands scramble to undo her pants before grabbing the hem and pulling them down and off her legs, underwear and all, leaving her bare for you as more and more of her soft, pale skin is exposed.

She laughs softly at your eagerness, raising a hand to card sweetly through your locks.

“You begged for this, sweet girl.. Now, you better do a good job if you’re willing to risk my career over it.”

She teases and you lean in, holding her gaze as you press a lingering, open mouth kiss to the inside of her knee. You’re a bit insulted by her words.

“I would never leave you unsatisfied..”

You mumble against her plush skin, taking your time as you softly, firmly press your open mouth against her thigh over and over again as you trail kisses further up her legs.

Here and there you bite softly, dragging your teeth across the sensitive flesh. You feel yourself turning into putty beneath her at every soft gasp that slips past her lips, one of her hands mindlessly toying with your hair.

You start to repeat the actions on her other thigh, wanting to lavish her with sweet kisses and worship her when she lets out a frustrated sigh. Agatha winds her fingers into your hair, slumping down even further and spreading her legs wider as she pushes your mouth against her waiting cunt. You groan, immediately parting your lips as you breathe her in eagerly.

“No teasing, sweetheart… You’re gonna be a good girl and give me exactly what I want, aren’t you?”

She coos down at you, soothingly rubbing her fingers against your scalp. Immediately you let out a needy noise against her and nod your head, desperate to please.

“Good fuckin girl.”

Her voice is low as you drag your tongue through her wet folds. She lets out a controlled, quiet noise, only loud enough for you to hear as you lick up her sweetness. Your eyes roll into the back of your head at the taste of her heavy on your tongue.

You begin toying with her clit, first using your tongue to ghost over it in experimental patterns as you try to wind her up. Her chair creaks as she shifts a bit, hand tightening in your hair. 

You can’t get enough of the taste of her. Heavy and metallic and so good, you don't think it could ever be enough. You’d live between her thighs, eating and surviving off of nothing but her pussy for the rest of your life if you could. You make out to kiss the little bud, puckering your lips as you drag them over it before opening your mouth and sucking it between your lips. 

She groans at that, throwing her head back against the back of her seat as you flick your tongue along her clit in quick passes, groaning against her wet cunt as you do. You feel her arousal soaking your lips, and you want to lick up every sweet drop.

“Fuck, baby..”

Agatha curses, heavy breaths dropping from her lips as she looks down at you with lidded eyes. You look back up at her, squirming desperately from your place between her legs.

“You’re such a slut, just for me, hm? So desperate for me to fuck your mouth that you had to crawl under my desk and beg for it, hm?”

Agatha's voice is breathy and erratic as she rests one arm against her chair, canting her hips up against your waiting mouth, her hand buried in your hair and forcing you down and against her with each thrust. You groan against her cunt, breathing heavily as she grinds herself against your tongue. 

You just hold your tongue out for her, letting her guide you however she needs as she fucks herself against your mouth.

“Say it, say you’re my slut with your mouth full of my pussy..”

You groan at her words, nails biting into her calves as you gargle out the words that are muffled by her cunt. She laughs softly, dropping her hips back down onto the chair for a moment and pulling your head back. You heave for air, a stupid smile on your lips as you feel her wetness soaking your lips and chin.

“Say it again.”

Agatha demands, a sadistic grin on her features as she sharply pulls your head back by the fistfull of your hair. You can’t control the moan that bursts past your lips as the delicious sting settles across your scalp.

“I’m your slut, Agatha.. Just yours.. I belong to you..”

You manage to heave the words between breaths and she grins down at you with a satisfied smile on her lips.

“Good girl. Now, get back to work, slut..”

She demands, leaning back into her chair once again and you’re eagerly diving back between her soft thighs, warm and dewey with a thin layer of sweat. Her moans are more frequent now, soft and quiet and deep as they escape her lips. You suck her clit between your teeth gently, flicking your tongue over the nub as quickly as you can.

“Ooooh.. Yes..”

Agatha breathes out, jolting a bit as she raises her hips off of her seat, pressing your needy mouth harder against her wet cunt as she begins to rut against your tongue desperately. You moan into her, meeting each thrust, making sure each movement of your tongue on her clit is calculated and precise.

She gasps sharply, freezing and desperately smushing your face harder against her. You know she’s close, and with that you harshly suck on her clit, hands desperately pawing at her soft thighs as they squeeze around your head, her mouth hung open in a silent moan as she curls in on you, curses dropping from her lips.

Your whole world stops and she’s the only thing that exists as she seizes up, sharp gasps escaping her lips as her eyes pinch shut, body tensing all around you as she cums against your waiting mouth. You watch her with wide eyes, drinking in every little reaction.

A strand of her lovely brown hair sticks to the side of her face, her long, pale neck exposed. You just want to pepper kisses along every inch of her skin. The way her fingers are tightly gripping your hair burns your scalp, but you revel in the sting because it’s just an expression of her pleasure as she cums for you.

With one last relieved gasp her grip on your head loosens and she collapses into her chair, the wheels clanking as she throws her weight back down onto it. She starts breathily laughing, raising one hand to push her stray hairs behind her ears while she rubs soothing circles against your scalp with the other. 

“Ahh.. You’re right.. You never leave me unsatisfied. You’re so good for me, sweet girl..”

She coos, smiling lazily down at you before she leans forward, pressing a loving kiss to your forehead. You hum happily, a lovesick grin on your lips.

“I’m always happy to be good for you.."

You smile up at her, resting a cheek on her soft, warm thigh. But the sweet moment is short lived, because your features drop and panic sets in when a firm knocking sounds from her office door.

[ihopeinevergetsoberr]

Requests are up, right?

If so, hiii! Could I please request a Viktor x wealthy nobleman reader angst set in s1 and during the timeskip? Maybe to do with reader’s parents are forcing him into an arranged marriage so he can’t be with Viktor but they’re still trying to make it work??? Don’t feel obligated to write this it’s up to you n e wayz have a good day thankss ♪(๑ᴖ◡ᴖ๑)♪

viktor x male! wealthy nobleman! reader

angst, (implied) smut, some dialogue. an experimental little thing, really.

word count: 1,7k

author’s note: this request. it’s so scrumptious. so beautiful. so delightful. thank you for asking me to write this, i don’t think i’ve met your expectation but i certainty tried to throw in some extra angst. enjoy, my darling anon!

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He wakes up in a sweat-slick frenzy and there’s salt dribbling down his neck when he reaches to feel it, scraping matted hair off his pale skin. 

The sheets beneath him are crumpled into intractable waves. The detritus of his restless sleep and whatever erotic mess he’d made out of you a few hours ago. But when his arm crawls to your side of the bed, smoothing over the rippled splendour, his fist clenches around nothing. 

Heavy lids flutter with effort when his ochre eyes roll beneath the chestnut strands, fruitlessly roaming around the pompous room. All claret patches of luxurious furniture curdling into countless voids in the dim light. There’s something so inherently you and not-you-in-the-slightest all the same clashing inside this chamber. Gaudy, and tasteless, and redundantly sandalwood. Duck-feather pillows and thick mattresses. Exuberant safety. 

Viktor rests his eyes, propping his head up on a trembling hand. He could never get used to this. He could never get used to you. Your reputee. Your respectable decorum. The things he’s supposed to enjoy—or, rather, try to make amends with.

And yet, they’re still so foreign and confusing. He swears there’s a myriad snarky insults written all over this gigantic house—on every ridiculous vintage lamp and on the mortifying softness of your carpets—hell, even the curtains sway at him sibilantly, somehow. 

He especially loathes the mirrors—those eerie, gilded culprits. It’s not that he despises the reflection. Anything but that. It’s mostly the way he clashes with the grandeur that makes him avert his eyes. Away from the jaunty reminder that he doesn’t belong here. 

Hw slips one leg off the bed, gaining precarious hold of his cane through drowsy confusion. Hides the slopes of pointy shoulders beneath his flimsy shirt, but leaves it unbuttoned. Counts puce hickeys strewn across his chest and cockily runs his heavy tongue over each molar when the number exceeds ten. 

He doesn’t bother with the belt, either. Simply trudges out of the room with pants hanging low on hips and lets his walk become gallus when he passes Agnes. The maid throws him a judging glance. She knows. And he knows she knows. You’re not exactly secretive about the blissed debaucheries happening in that spacious bedroom every time your venerable parents leave the City of Progress.

Too bad he doesn’t care enough to keep you out of trouble. It’s more of an eye-for-an-eye dilemma. You’re still so skittish to address him as your partner during those numerous fancy galas. Janna, he can’t even make it to the guest list. It’s like you completely lack the balls (and the appendage is definitely there—Viktor did check, after all). But it’s okay. Viktor can be the ballsy one. He can rub it in their faces on your behalf. And tonight the maid’s face falls victim to his stunt. 

He asks if she’d seen you, sickeningly glibly. Finds the audacity to address you by your first name, with his head tilted cheekily to the side.

“He’s in the drawing room,” Agnes mumbles, looking away. “Playing the piano.” 

Viktor hums. Of course. He should’ve guessed. He thanks her with a snide nod and takes his leave. Thinks of just how oblivious rich people are to their antics: it’s ridiculous that the sounds of a literal keyboard instrument fail to reach every room in this enormous mansion. It makes him really ponder the size. So much space for privilege, yet not an inch for love. Boastful quarters built on ingenuity.

The door makes a heavy screech when he comes in, panting hard. He finds you at the edge of your padded seat, all tense shoulders and rigid breaths, cheeks blooming a frustrated, sweaty pink. Your fingers are torturing the keyboard, tapping out a bluesy, messy tune. He leans on the doorframe, forehead landing against mahogany with a light thump. And when he notices the expensive ruffled shirt he’d torn at earlier, he can’t help but linger on the patch of skin bearing evidence of his kiss.

Your melody gains a sharper edge, all whiny chords clashing in a dismissed plea—either to gods or your conniving ancestry, but that’s open to interpretation. Could be both, really.

It’s not often that he gets to admire his boy like this—tumultuous and rigid, sweaty forehead contorted with veins in your angry awe. And Viktor doesn’t want to startle you. He sneaks behind your back and hovers above your shoulders, his breath a sly tickle against your fevered temple. But his presence grounds you. Your limbs tumble, going limp as they slide off the trembling keyboard. The piano strings are still vibrating when you turn to kiss him, wet lips meeting chapped. 

He glides under your tongue and hums something indistinct, but his words get swallowed before you can make them out. Franticly, you cling to him, desperate fingers clasping around bony thighs, and down he goes, pulled into your lap—a bubbly giggle rasping against your mouth when he straddles you. He tastes of boldness, sweat and something delirious. Runs his hands up and down your back while his own arches into the keyboard and hits one cacophonic chord. It has you leaping out of your seat, hairs on ends like a skittish cat. Viktor looks at you, and his mouth unravels into a boyish smile.

“Am I interrupting?” He finds his voice, still groggy from the aftermath of his slumber. 

You offer him an apologetic wink of both tired eyes. “You startled me.”

“Ah, I see. I’m sorry. You should have kept going. I quite liked that improvisation.”

You both laugh. 

He rakes his hand up your neck, bony fingers circling the bulge of your voice. They draw a gulp. But your face looks strained, brows knitted together in something bizarrely tic-like—and it doesn’t go away even when his lips line up with that sensitive slope, licking, kissing, biting their way down to clavicles. 

“What’s troubling you?” He whispers, leaning back. Stares at the glistening stripe of his saliva and swallows hard, matching your flush when you turn away to gnaw at your bottom lip. Now both mouths can chew the tension and taste its iron.

“Nothing?” You try to lie, but your delivery is just a tad too quizzical. Like you’re asking him to narrow it down for you, to find the answer on your behalf. Too bad he would never do you such favors. 

He fists his hand into your hair, tugging hard. It forces you to look back into his mighty eyes—oh that lovely, oxidised copper—and orders you to speak from the altitude of his posture. You shudder, seeking mercy. He doesn’t have any to give. Not tonight.

“There’s clearly something,” Viktor insists, letting go of your hair. Your scalp tingles with a delicious scorch. “I don’t appreciate the covertness. Especially when you’re hardly able to keep it up. You never play quite as… vehemently unless you’re upset.” 

“It’s Agnes,” you crack, looking at the doorway. The maid is not there, but the weight of her gaze haunts you everytime you sneak Viktor inside, even when she’s not there to witness you cling to him. “She, er— My parents are threatening to fire her. She told me she can no longer keep concealing our… secret. ” 

“So be it.” Viktor shrugs. “Let her talk. She needs her income. It’s not like they’re not aware of my existence anyway.”

You scoff. “Yes, but it’s not like they’re particularly fond of you, either.”

“Since when does that distress you?” He snaps right back at you, and his loving hands instantly withdraw from their hold of you, clenching into fists instead. “You can’t possibly be taking their input into consideration, can you?” 

For a moment, you simply stare at each other, eyes shooting angry stardust. You can feel a dry, nervous cough tickle at your throat, and the blood buzzing in your temples and pressing hard. You have to tell him. Preferably, now. 

Because Viktor is oblivious to the ultimatum you were given all those months ago. Here he is, looking down at you full of puzzled devotion, smug, and sweet, and so utterly soft. And he doesn’t know that you are to be married to another man. To one meticulously picked out by your parents through tedious meetings. Oh just how many times have your ears bled during their insipid speeches about how you should stick to someone of your own kind. And just how you despised their demeaning crap about witnessing their noble boy’s downfall. 

And the punchline? Well, it is nonexistent. You still haven’t grown a fraction of a backbone. You bend to their will and adhere to self-pity, painfully wary of how to break this circle. It’s just that you let your fear prevail. 

And it’s a thing to be ashamed of. Because how dare you hold him close, all intertwined limbs and glassy eyes locking with such yearning—all the while you fail to muster the courage to offer him elopement. Hell, to even tell him the truth. You don’t deserve him—not now, not ever. Cowards are not to form bonds with those who never ask for permission. 

So you wet your lips, anxiously staring up. Your hands bonelessly dangle at your sides, as if terrified of reaching for him again. You’re going to tell him. It’s right there, at the tip of your tongue, threatening to leap out your mouth like an insult one doesn’t mean. You just have to do it like he does: be bold, be brave, start talking—

“Of course, Viktor,” you mumble instead, feeling the shame creep down your throat. “I don’t care what they think. I’m sorry.”

His eyes flicker with that familiar, joyful spark of his. Fawning at you so gently that your heart almost bleeds through the fancy shirt, almost crumbling right then and there when he scoots closer again. You simply close your eyes, smiling when his hot breath fondles your face. You’re never going to tell him, are you? 

Something inside you dies when he kisses your cheek, lean body tensing atop yours as he commences an embrace that you return with guilty reluctance, hiding your ugly tears against the mess of his hair. 

“Good,” Viktor whispers, holding you through your shudder. “Now, could you play me that nocturne I like, please?”

You grip the piano hard enough to leave nail marks on the gorgeous instrument.

[justcruisingaroundrevived]

haiiii! could u write hcs of jerry x reader who dress in a kawaii kei style but likes the same things as him¿¿ :3 i loooov ur writings

Sweet Little Bumblebee, More than just a Fantasy

Summary: Jerry x Kawaii Kei! Reader

TW/CW: None

A/N: Thank you so much for the request, anon! This was very cute to do honestly <3

Reblogs are appreciated <3

* Knowing this is the 90s-mid 2000s the latest, you would’ve stick out like a sore thumb, but you never really cared. Better to express yourself now than regret it later

* Besides, you have your DnD characters and loved playing at the local DnD sessions. People seem either really invested in them or feel like their head’s about to explode because of how cutesy and fuzzy your character was

* Jerry was the former. He saw you a couple of times playing in these sessions, but never dared to talk to you. He honestly thought you were a weirdo, considering you displayed your interests very out and proud (he may have also been jealous by that)

* One day, you two managed to be in the same session, and he was honestly shocked that you knew about DnD so well. Even your characters seemingly blend into the world so well. He’s honestly so fascinated by you in general, but now he was hooked.

* Would absolutely try going to your locker and talked to you, but it ends with him saying “I forgot something” and walking out of school (he’s going to be beating himself for that interaction)

* The best thing for you is to approach him first. He’ll be shaking and sweating as you do so, especially if the club’s right next to him (they’ll never let him live it down)

* His head explodes if you offer to take him to your house

* Once there, it’s going to be very awkward for him. Your room would exactly match your fashion choices (cutesy posters, hello kitty plushies, a plush blanket) and he would stand out like a sore thumb. He will perk up if you showed him your character sheets and favorite table top games

* I think that would be your first date; a tabletop game. Something simple, so you guys can actually get to know each other and wow! You guys have so much in common, it’s unbelievable

* (He’s definitely bragging to 4Chan about getting more pussy than any of the guys in the forum)

* This relationship would be secretive. It was bad in the comics when Jerry and Agnes was dating; can you imagine the amount of bullying he’s get from the club for dating someone this loud and proud about their interest?!

* Though he definitely daydreams about you. You’re so nice to him, smell nice, the way you effortlessly color code your outfit…it’s honestly so amazing he got someone like you

* If the club isn’t around him, he likes to peek in your locker and walk you to class. You two going absolutely insane for the new Studio Ghibli film would be adorable honestly

* Matching Zelda and Link keychains. Need I say more

* The club wouldn’t like you, especially Bill (“They’re taking your time away from here! They’re possibly a normie in disguise!”)

* That definitely cases tension in the relationship, especially since you wear it on your sleeve

* But to Jerry, he’ll stick it out for you, cause you’re the real deal to him <3

[covenofagatha]

miss covenofagatha i return for my monthly tiny brainworm... I've been thinking of desperate! agatha non-stop, you know how we all say we've been conditioned to get turned on by your notifications? what if instead of notifications, it's just the look of you. hear me out:

(warnings: daddy!g!p agatha, sensory deprivation (sight), masturbation, cumming untouched because we love that,

imagine agatha, blindfolded and tied to the bed. perhaps it's a punishment for allowing rio to get so close, or maybe you just think she's due for a punishment for a change. she's desperate already, senses heightened by the lack of sight, and everything is so, so sensitive. a shiver runs through her body at every touch and she whimpers under you, dick dribbling pre-cum everywhere.

her back arches as you trail kisses across her skin, whining for you to "don't tease, baby, please." you click your tongue in disapproval, humming out a "can't you control yourself, daddy?" while sticking two fingers in yourself. agatha whimpers, voice strangled and desperate, "i can hear you," while you coo back, "that's the point, daddy," to her chagrin.

she doesn't know what you have planned. you've riled her up, edged her over and over, and she thinks the slightest bit of attention to her cock will make her cum. "need you, baby, please, please let me cum," and you decide to make a game of it. for every time she gets edged, you remove the binding off one part of her.

by the time the ropes are off her legs, she's using her newfound mobility to buck into nothing, seeking some form of relief. agatha is nearly delirious, babbling out "please" and "need you"s as you edge her one more time. rather than going for the rope on her arm, though, your fingers, still damp from your juices, reach for the blindfold on her face.

she groans at the moist feeling, eyes fluttering open, and agatha can't hold it. just the sight of you, with the shean of sweat from edging her (and yourself), lips parted, gaze so loving -- with a loud keen of "baby, fuck-", her eyes roll back, and in a split second, your tits and tummy are entirely, utterly, drenched in strings and strings of her cum.

agatha whines as you urge, "open your eyes for me, daddy," and you swipe a large glob of her cum with your fingers, swirling your tongue over it needily before gulping it down. she spasms, before you watch in complete awe as she blasts another load on you.

having your wife cum to the sight of your face might just be the most effective compliment you've ever gotten.

--

this thought has been wrecking me for DAYS. I'm so glad to get it out my system, but it's your problem now...

do take care of yourself and hydrate, dear! i loved the latest fic with detective agnes, so consider this your reward for amazing stuff 💜

-lots of love, worm anon

OH MY GOD??? I am obsessed...part two for "a different kind of workout" anyone? (or maybe the hustle? idek but GOD this is so good)

I don't know how you constantly come up with these magnificent ideas but please never stop because they are so hot

It certainly is my problem now 🥵 not complaining though and your rewards are always top-notch (I think I'm becoming conditioned to them so how's that for a turning of the tables)

Take care of yourself too and I always look forward to talking to you 💜 lots of love right back

[morgana-larkin]

Hi!

Can you please do an Agatha x Reader fic where Agatha recruits you to the coven but when all the coven is in the Road all the other coven members are always hitting on reader and Agatha is jealous so she starts to distance herself from reader until Agatha snaps (some jealous with smut if it is possible)🙏🏽

Hi Anon! Thank you so much for the Agatha request. I didn’t know if you wanted them together or not but thought it’d be better if they were already together. Not edited in the slightest and I hope you like it!

Her Witch

Warnings: Jealous Agatha, smut

Words: 4.7k

“What the hell happened here?!?! AGNES!” You yell as you see the state of the house. You then see Agnes running towards you in a robe.

“Y/N, hey.” She says.

“I go out of town for a couple of weeks and then the house gets destroyed? Like where’s the front door and… and why is there a teenage boy tied up?” You ask her.

“Well first of all, I got my memories back, I’m back to Agatha.” She starts and your eyes widen.

“You got your memories back?” You say in disbelief and she nods. You then lunge at her in a hug. “Oh thank god! How?”

“Well this boy right here.” She says and points to the tied up teenage boy. “He casted a spell and broke me out.” The teenage boy nods his head at you with a smile.

“How did you break through a spell placed by the scarlet witch? I’ve been trying for 3 years.” You say and he shrugs his shoulders.

“I just did.” He says.

“You obviously don’t know the extent of your abilities, since you’re powerful enough to break through the spell.” You tell him.

“Well whatever you were doing was starting to work, I felt like I was losing my mind.” Agatha says and you smile.

“I know, it was entertaining.” You tell her and she smiles at you. “Now why are you in a robe? And what happened to the front door?”

“Well remember Rio?”

“Please tell me you didn’t sleep with her.” You say with a sigh.

“No, she also helped break me out and it shedded all of my clothes and she broke through the door trying to kill me. That’s all.”

“You must be back to yourself if someone is already trying to kill you.”

“Well also I’m walking the Witch’s road so I can get my magic back and defend myself.”

“Woah! No way! You are not walking the witch’s road without magic Agatha! Last time you barely made it and you had magic.” You tell her sternly.

“Well what if you came with me, to defend me?” She suggests and you already know your answer.

“We don’t even have a coven. We need one to open the road.” You tell her and she smiles.

“I know, me and teen here are going to find some witches.” She tells you and you look at him.

“What’s your name?” You ask him and he answers you but all you see is a symbol covering his mouth and it blocks the answer. You turn to look at Agatha and she gives you a quirked brow and a smile. “How interesting.” You say and she nods.

“I know right. So I’ll just get dressed and then we’ll go.” She says and then she goes to find some clothes.

“Do you mind untying me?” He says.

“Want to pass me a knife then.” You say and he looks around. “Top drawer over there.” You tell him and point. He goes over and with a bit of trouble, gets a knife and then passes it to you.

“I didn’t know Agatha Harkness had a wife.” He tells you as you cut the rope.

“She doesn’t, she has a girlfriend. Got together a year ago and we were friends before that” You say and then he turns around to face you.

“Cool, I have a boyfriend.”

“Are you walking the witch’s road as well?” You ask him and he nods. “You might want to say your goodbyes then, just in case.” You tell him and he looks at you confused. “The last time Agatha and I walked that road with a few other witches. We were the only ones that made it to the end.” You tell him and his eyes widen.

“Ok I’m ready to go, let’s go team.” Agatha says and she goes to walk out. “Oh also Rio is telling the Salem Seven that I’m alive and we have until sun down.” Agatha says and walks out of the house.

“Wait! The Salem Seven! Are you kidding me?!?” You say as you run after her.

“That’s why we need to find these other witches and open the road before then.” She tells you with a smile. You all get into teen’s car and he starts driving away.

“So we have me and a green witch.” Agatha says and teen looks at you through the mirror.

“You’re a green witch?” He asks you and you nod. “So you like, control nature?”

“Yep, my lady.” You say and hand Agatha a flower that you made appear.

“You’re such a flirt.” She says with a laugh. “But thank you.” She says and takes the flower from you. “Oh stop here.” She suddenly says and teen pulls over safely.

“Isn’t this Lilia’s place?” You ask her and she nods.

A couple hours later and you’re on your way back home to get ready for the witch’s road. You are sitting on the bed while Agatha gets changed.

“Do you think we’ll survive?” You ask her and she stops getting dressed for a second and looks at you.

“We survived last time didn’t we?”

“Because of luck and you had powers to help protect yourself. You’re a witch without magic, you’re kind of a sitting duck.” You said and she snorts.

“Why do you think I want it back? I know you can’t always be right by my side to protect me.” She tells you and cups your cheek. “We’ll be alright.” She tells you and you nod at her.

“It’s almost time, let’s go.” You tell her and stand up as she puts on a blue coat. “Purple is more your colour but that coat looks so good on you.” You tell her and she wraps her arms around your waist.

“Ya? We can have sex after we get back, when death isn’t looming over my head.” She says and then kisses your forehead before heading downstairs.

You both get downstairs and after a few minutes, the witches show up and you sing the ballad. The door appears just as the Salem Seven show up and you all run down the path to the road. Once you get there, you look at the road, taking it in and it looks exactly the same as the last time you were here. You all take your shoes off and then start walking. You stay a bit behind Agatha but close enough that you can defend her if needed and Jenn catches up with you.

“So you’re Y/n right?” She asks and you nod.

“Yep.”

“How do you know Agatha?” She asks.

“We’re friends.” You tell her. You and Agatha agreed that you wouldn’t tell people you’re dating until after she gets her powers back, to keep you protected.

“Why are you friends with her? She’s a known killer.”

“Because, after you get past that part then she’s pretty cool.”

“You’re weird.” She tells you and you look straight ahead of you with an eye roll and a smile. “You’re also very cute.” She adds and you whip your head at her and she’s smiling at you. You blush slightly at her compliment.

“Thank you.” You say, not knowing what else to say. You briefly see Agatha look behind at you then brings her attention back to Teen.

“Aren’t you two dating?” Teen asks Agatha and Agatha brings a finger to her mouth in a shushing gesture.

“We are but it’s safer for her if no one knows until I get my powers back.”

“Why is it safer for her?” Teen asks her.

“Because a lot of people want me dead and if they find out I don’t have magic then they’ll come after me. And of course some of them will go after Y/n to get to me when they find out that she’s a weakness of mine. And without my magic I can’t protect her. So don’t tell anyone, especially these women because they can use her against me.” She explains to him and he nods.

“Look a house!” Teen suddenly says and you all turn to where he’s pointing. You go and stand right beside Agatha and you both look at each other briefly, knowing the first trial has begun. You all walk up to the house and enter. As you enter the house, your appearance and clothes changes for the trial.

“Ew a light pink blazer,I’m definitely more of a green girl.” You say and you see Jenn and Alice chuckle silently.

“You’re telling me, I’m more into purple and I’m in a beige shirt and sweater.” Agatha tells you and you giggle at her outfit.

“You do look ridiculous.” You say and start laughing harder at her.

“Alright pink blazer, laugh later.” She says and playfully hits your arm as she walks past you with a smile.

“I might not get the chance to laugh at your outfit later.” You tell her as you all start looking around the house.

5 minutes later…

“You’re a little swollen.” Alice tells you and you look at your wine glass then at their panicked faces.

“Oh shit, it’s poison isn’t it?” You ask Jenn and she nods before they all go look in a mirror. You then turn to look at Agatha who is walking up to you. “Is it bad?” You whisper and she smiles at you.

“I think you look fantastic.”

“You’re such a fucking liar, but thank you.” You say and she chuckles slightly. “You know you have to drink it as well, and they will notice that you didn’t.” You tell her.

“You know me so well.” She tells you with a smirk before she goes to look for other clues.

The group comes back to you and starts asking you questions to figure out what type of poison it is. Then they all look shocked at your face as it’s back to normal and they all go to touch theirs and feel it be back to normal.

“Is it the poison that I think it is?” You ask Jenn after they all look to see their faces back to normal.

“Alewife’s revenge.” She says and you sigh.

“Face swelling is just the first sign.” You say and she nods.

“Next is dizziness, delirium, loss of motor function.”

“My heart is racing.” Alice says.

“That’s another one.” Jenn adds. “Also hallucinations and eventually death.” She says and you all look at her with a horrified look.

“We have to get out of here.” Agatha says as she realises that both you and her can die. She goes to a window with a hard object and starts hitting it, it starts to shatter when you’re able to grab the object from her and place it down. While doing that, everyone else realises she didn’t drink the poison and try to convince her. She only drinks it to stop Teen from drinking it and she downs the entire thing. “Ugh, it’s so cheap.” She says and you crack a smile.

Your smile falters as you start seeing Wanda standing over Agatha, about to kill her.

“Wanda please! Please spare her, don’t kill her please!” You say as you start to summon your magic and use it. Just as you were about to use your magic, a hand on your arm stops you and you’re brought face to face with Agatha.

“It wasn’t real, just a hallucination.” She tells you as you start to calm down. “Potions witch.” She turns to Jenn with a swollen face. “Time to make an antidote.” She tells her and Jenn nods. “Are you ok?” She asks you when everyone runs off to the kitchen. You nod at her and she brings you for a quick hug. “I’m starting to regret bringing you. I could lose you on the road.”

“I decided to come with you, you didn’t force me.” You tell her and she strokes your head.

“You came to protect me so in a way I kinda forced you.” She says and you smile at her.

“I wanted to protect you, so come on, let’s go help make sure we don’t die.” You tell her and you both make your way into the kitchen.

Jenn goes over everything needed to make the antidote. Teen and Alice go to find something, while you, Lilia and Agatha go to find an ingredient. You 3 make your way to the garage only to realise there’s no car which means no gas and then make your way to the bathroom and look through the creams.

“Try to save Agatha.” You suddenly hear and both you and Agatha turn to Lilia.

“Ye-yes, I love this plan. I just think that we should find the ingredients first though, right?” Agatha says and you look at Lilia suspiciously. You all go to walk to the kitchen and you see Lilia trail off a bit so you take the chance to speak to Agatha.

“Agatha, why did she say ‘try to save Agatha’?” You ask her and she shrugs. “She’s a divination witch, she might have seen something in the future. Doesn’t that scare you?” You ask her.

“This whole thing scares me ok. The Witches road is no joke and last time everyone else died. I honestly don’t care if everyone else dies, as long as you and I survive alright?” She tells you seriously and you nod. “Ok let’s get these go Jenn so we can make the antidote.” She tells you.

“Wait, where’s Lilia?” You ask and you both turn around to go and find her.

You both bump into her and she mutters something about death in Sicilian.

“What do you mean? Who’s dead?” You ask her and Agatha turns around and looks at you with a sympathetic look before turning back to Lilia.

“Ok.” Agatha tells her and Lilia calms down after that before you all go back to the kitchen.

You all meet up at the front door and you all make sure everyone is ok. Just then the crack that Agatha made in the window earlier makes a strange sound and you all go to it and see there’s water dripping and Jenn confirms that it's salt water.

“Ok let’s go get that antidote ready.” You say and they all nod before going to the kitchen. You all gather around the sink and begin putting in the ingredients. You all finally manage to get it ready and you’re all about to pull a strand of hair when Agatha walks away, clearly in a hallucination. Agatha screams out and falls back on the floor and you run to her.

“Agatha! Agatha hey.” You say and that seems to snap her out of it. “You ok?” You say and she nods after a moment.

“Agatha! Y/N!” Jenn snaps and you both look at her. “Your hair.” She says and you both stand up and go over to the sink. You both yank a strand of hair out and then you all put it in the sink at the same time. A few minutes later after working out what was missing, you all are able to take the antidote, saving you all from death. You then all escape in an oven instead of drowning.

“That was a close one.” You say and everyone takes a moment to catch their breath.

“You know, even with a swollen face, you’re still pretty.” Jenn says to you and force a smile.

“Thanks.” You say awkwardly and you see Agatha glaring at Jenn. “Can we all sit down for a moment before we walk again? That was intense.” You say and everyone agrees.

You, Jenn, Lilia and Alice all find a log to sit on while Agatha starts pacing. Alice and Jenn both sit next to you and start asking you questions about yourself. At some point you look up and you don’t see Agatha there and you furrow your eyebrows.

“Where’s Agatha?” You ask and they all look around. You get up and find her a bit further out, she has a hand leaning on a tree, looking deep in thought. “Agatha.” You say and she turns around to look at you. “Are you ok?” You ask her and she nods and clasps her hands together.

“Yep, we should probably go though just so we can get this over with.” She says and you nod.

“Ok ya, I think we all caught our breath.” You tell her. She then goes to the group to tell them that we’re continuing before dramatically swishing her coat and you smile at her antics, she’s such a drama queen.

Jenn and Alice walk next to you and continue to ask questions and occasionally throw in some compliments. You see Agatha casting glances behind her to you guys, even to you. You then all see the next trial and Alice goes to walk away from it.

“You can’t really escape from this Alice.” You tell her while Agatha walks after her. You all follow them and see the house in front of you all again. You walk up to the house and see a wax moon.

“The fire phase.” You hear Lilia say and you all look at Alice. You then all walk through and look to see 80’s items and what looks to be a recording studio.

“Check me out.” You hear Agatha say who’s looking at herself in the mirror. You all look at yourselves in the mirror and you notice you’re in a similar outfit to Agatha. The others begin to look around and Agatha turns around to face you. “The road could have made you look less desirable.” She says a little flirty and you smile.

“I don’t think that’s possible.” You tell her and she catches Jenn looking over at you two.

“If anything, at least could have made you less desirable for everyone else.” She says before walking away. You look at her walking away with a confused expression.

“Wow, you look beautiful.” Alice tells you and look at your outfit.

“Thanks, nice outfits the road picked for all of us.” You say and they all agree. You then see Agatha sitting in a chair behind a glass wall and she’s staring at you. All of a sudden a terrible noise starts playing and you see Teen frantically trying to turn it off. You all cover your eyes at the noise, begging to turn it off.

“What is that?” You yell.

“I thought it was a clue.” You hear Teen say.

“Why?” Jenn asks and Teen holds up a ‘play me’ sign.

“Turn it off!” You yell and Agatha comes out of nowhere and throws it on the ground and smashes it, effectively stopping it. Right after that, a metronome starts and you all look at it. “Oh look, the trial started.” You say sarcastically.

“We’ve been cursed.” Lilia randomly says.

“Does anyone feel…lighter?” Alice asks and you all look at her strangely. Just then you start to feel like you’re burning and you start screaming in pain and fall to the floor.

Agatha and Alice both run to you and start asking what’s wrong.

“It burns! Make it stop!” You yell out. Alice finds a sharp object and starts making a circle around you while saying an incantation. When she finishes the circle then the burning stops and you stop screaming. “What was that?” You ask and Agatha goes back to your side, with fear in her eyes.

“Are you ok?” She asks and you nod. Just then Jenn starts screaming in pain and Alice goes to save her from the burning. You then all hear the flapping of wings flying across the room.

“What is that?” Lilia says.

“That must be the curse.” You say. Just then Alice goes to find what song was playing and Agatha angrily makes her way over to her.

“It’s you isn’t it? You brought this curse with you.” She questions Alice.

“I didn’t think it was real!” Alice says, scared. Just then Teen gets pushed aside and then thrown across the room, into the glass wall. Agatha, Alice and Lilia all run to him while you and Jenn are still locked in fear, in your circles.

“Is he ok?” You ask while Agatha and Lilia are coming back out.

“Do you both live in your circles now?” She asks you both.

“Maybe.” Jenn says. You get out of your circle as instruments appear in front of you all.

“We have to sing Lorna’s ballad.” Agatha says and Alice immediately disagrees. “All signs point to a jam session.”

“I’m not singing that song. The song is to open the road, we already did that.” Alice argues.

“Lorna’s version is different though.” Teen says.

“What did Lorna want from the road?” Agatha asks out loud. You then think of the song and it hits you.

“To save her daughter.” You say and everyone looks at you. Agatha then convinces Alice to play the song and you all get ready to play, with you at the drums.

You all start the song and then Agatha starts yelling in pain. You go to get up, and Alice stops playing to go to her as well.

“No, keep playing.” Agatha says, you and Alice briefly look at each other before Alice starts playing again. You love hearing Agatha sing, hearing her sing so beautifully honestly warms your heart.

“I’ll see you at the end!” Alice finishes singing and then the curse is killed and you’re all free to go through the piano. All of a sudden Alice's smile vanishes and you look to see what she’s looking at. You see Teen there and he’s bleeding and then he passes out. You all get him out of there and find a big rock to lay him on.

“He’s bleeding a lot.” Jenn says.

“What do we do?” Agatha asks.

“He‘s young…” You tune everyone out as you see Agatha’s reaction to Teen being hurt. Jenn ends up saving Teen and you all lay him down to rest and heal. You see Agatha put her coat on him before you sit by the fire with everyone else.

“So Y/n.” Alice says as she sits beside you. “What do you want at the end of the road?” She asks you.

“Oh I don’t really want anything in particular.” You say.

“Then why are you here?” Jenn asks.

“Agatha asked me to come with her, thought it’d be fun.” You say and they all look at you weirdly. You then see Agatha come to sit down on a log.

“So Agatha, do you have any battle scars?” Jenn asks her and Agatha smirks before showing her elbow.

“Knitting needle to the arm. Ever heard of the sisters of liberty?” She asks you all and you chuckle.

“No.” Jenn says.

“Exactly.” Agatha says proudly.

“Y/n, do you have any battle scars?” Alice asks you and you nod. You lift your shirt up to show your stomach.

“Deep knife cut to the stomach.” You say.

“Who did that to you?” Alice says, examining the scar.

“That witch right there.” You say and point to Agatha.

“I mean you were trying to kill me.” Agatha says, defending herself. “It’s how we met.” She adds on.

“You have a beautiful body by the way.” Jenn says as you put your shirt back down.

“Oh thank you.” You say sheepishly and you then see Agatha get up and leave and you follow after her. “Agatha.” You say and she stops walking but doesn’t turn around. “Hey, what’s wrong?” You ask her and put a hand on her arm.

“Nothing, just go sit back down.” She says and shrugs off your hand.

“I can tell something is wrong so what is it?” You ask and fold your arms.

“Just go and sit back down with your two admirers.” She says with venom in her tone.

“What? What are you talking about?” You ask her.

“Jenn and Alice. Wouldn’t you rather be close to them as they keep complimenting you, and checking you out. That’s gotta be feeding into your need for attention.” She says and walks away from you. You follow after her and turn her around forcefully.

“You’re jealous of them? Seriously?” You say with a scoff.

“Well you keep taking their compliments and not doing anything about it.” She says.

“I can’t tell them I’m with you, even though I wish I could.” You tell her and she laughs.

“Ya right.” She says. “Just go and be with one of them. I don’t know why I thought tha-” She says and you lean forward and kiss her forcefully. She immediately pushes you closer to her and grabs your head. You both pull away for air after a minute.

“Feel better now?” You ask her and she shakes her head.

“No.” She says and then pushes you up against a tree, so the others can’t see you or her. She surges forward and kisses you with force, pouring her jealousy into the kiss. She starts to roam her hands on you and you moan when she cups your boobs. She inserts her tongue in your mouth when you moan and then she pins your arms above your head.

“Agatha, Agatha we can’t do this here.” You tell her and she ignores you. She kisses your neck and uses her free hand to go under your shirt and unclip your bra. She grabs one of your boobs without anything there and you gasp. She lets go of your hands and cups both of your boobs with her hands and starts rubbing the nipples while sucking on your neck. You push her hips closer to you, not even gonna try and stop her as it feels good.

“Mi amor.” Agatha says and you moan. She then slips a hand down your pants and underwear and quickly finds your clit. You buck your hips and she covers your mouth with her hand to prevent you from being loud. She starts circling your clit and you bite your lip to try and keep yourself as quiet as possible. She then goes down more and slips 2 fingers in your entrance and a gasp leaves your mouth. You haven’t gotten the chance to be intimate with Agatha, only Agnes. Although recently little bits of Agatha have been peeking through but now you got all of her.

She begins pumping in and out of you while rubbing your clit with her palm at the same time and you know you won’t last long. She puts her free hand on your throat lightly and looks deep into your eyes.

“You’re mine and only mine.” She says and puts a bit of pressure on your throat. You feel your orgasm building and you moan out. She kisses you to prevent you from making noise and your legs start to shake. She removes her hand from your throat and wraps her hand around your hip to prevent you from falling. You put your arms around her neck to help stabilise yourself as you’re at your peak. “Come for me, prove that you’re mine.” She whispers in your ear and then she kisses you as you come. She slows down inside of you before pulling out of you. She licks her fingers that were inside of you and she moans at your taste.

“Is this what sex with Agatha is like?” You ask her and she smirks.

“You’ll have to find out. But I’ll tell you that there’s sometimes magic involved and Agnes was vanilla in the bedroom compared to me.” She says and winks at you.

“Ooh, how intriguing.” You tell her and she smirks.

You both then sit down against a tree and you lay your head on her shoulder and she wraps an arm around you.

“Get some sleep, who knows when we’ll get to again.” She says and you nod with heavy eyes.

Your eyes snap open as you hear Lilia yelling and you realise you fell asleep as your head was on Agatha’s lap.

“We have to leave! It’s the Salem seven!” You hear and you both look at each other before getting up and running over to them.

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