#agnes Agatha all along

[imdoingsortagay]

Daddy!agnes headcanons

Warnings : more on like detective agnes, some spoilers for Agatha all along below the cut be warned, 18+ or I’m blocking you, mention of the word daddy , smut , strap one, oral , fingering, butch ladies

An: I’ll have you know that I finished my ethics hw before writing this ( 300 word reflection with three citations is insane but whatever ig) anyways enjoy gays !!!!!!

You met her when she was doing a usual investigation, being called into help

You found her a bit rude while she hated that you were so optimistic about everything

“ this is a crime scene why are you so fucking positive all the time “

You kind of just roll your eyes half the time cause you’ve dealt with assholes before.

Deputy introduces you to the older woman but she as always bites back at him

“ eat my ass “

“ you get used to it y/l/n” “ not the worst I’ve heard from detectives cheif “

Little by little she tolerates you

Actually buys you breakfast 4 months into the investigation

You’re still very optimistic but she ignores that part til you try to tell her to take a break as she’s always stressed out.

“ have you considered actually taking a break for ones agnes ?” “ and not figure out this case ? Yeah fuck off “

“ maybe if we start with turning off your light we can “ and the moment that you turn off her desk lamp she grabs your hand pulling you close.

Her lips are so close , agnes is holding off but you’re the first one to initiate contact.

“ daddy ,” you accidentally moan out when she grabs a handful of your ass ( you looked good in the suit you had ).

“ here I thought you were this innocent little darling “

Rough asf especially when she’s stressed

At home she’s always packing, like to see your reaction when you don’t expect it

Fan of shoving her fingers in your mouth whenever you’re both relaxing

“ show daddy how much you want her cock by sucking her fingers , I know you can do it baby”

No mercy at all , loves to gag you

Big purple strap, has you on your knees one day after she came back stressed.

“ be a doll honey and make me cum yeah ? Maybe if you do that I’ll fuck that cunt of your huh?” “ yes sir “

“ fuck you dirty whore “ as she’s grabbing your hair and shoving your head into her core.

Such a tease like you don’t even know

Has passed Polaroid of you in compromising positions cause she’d rather be safe than sorry.

“ like when daddy fuck you ? Of course you do baby cause your just a slut for me right baby ?” “ just a slut for you daddy “

Hair pulling all the time during sex

She’s the pussy eating queen , can make you cum super hard.

[lanasgirlfr]

AGATHA HARKNESS A GIRL KISSER CONFIRMED?;!?;!!:??!!

[cissyenthusiast010155]

Can I request Agatha fucking R with her strap and overstimulating her? Reader misses this phrase in middle of the sex “Fuck… Mommy! … Oh my, I’m so sorry, it just… slipped out…?”

Enchanted Gifts ~Mommy!Agatha Harkness xFem Witch!Reader ~Holiday Bingo

Summary— Reader and Agatha host a Secret Santa, and the Reader gets Agatha a special gift. Agatha can’t wait to put it to use… Anon Response—Hey hey anon!! Thank you for the request! I would love to write this, Agatha could always use more content. Enjoy! ♥️

Previous Day <—found here!!

Holiday Bingo <—Here!!

Mommy… Master List

Request & Prompt-List

Prompt— Secret Santa/Gift Exchange

#52. “Fuck… Mommy! … Oh my, I’m so sorry, it just… slipped out…?”

Warnings: NSFW, smut, strap-on use, strap fucking, rough sex, overstimulation, mommy kink, enchanted strap, magic use, etc.

Enjoy (;

Your quaint little cottage that you shared with Agatha was hustling and bustling with many witches tonight. It was your annual Witchy Gift Exchange tonight, and you were hosting this year. It wasn’t a massive group, but it was a substantial group of some of the most talented Magic users.

Your finger foods were disappearing at an extremely fast rate, as everyone chattered away.

You always loved this tradition. Every year, you would all get to together and exchange presents. Who would get who a gift was determined two weeks prior. But the best part was the gifts. It was always so chaotic and funny. Any gift was on the table. Funny, embarrassing, sexy, expensive, cheap, as long as it was a gift.

This year you had drawn Agatha by coincidence. And you had found the perfect gift for her…

Eventually, everyone settled together in the living room and the gift giving began. This usually took a couple hours, and this years gifts were just as on point as usual. You got a herbal remedy from one of your witch girlfriends, a younger witch who was a herbologist as heart. You thanked her and the exchange continued.

Finally, it was Agatha’s turn. You handed her your gift with a slight smirk. Agatha quirked her brows and chuckled as she took the gift from you. She opened the gift and her lips quirked up into a mischievous smile.

“I should have known…” she teased, picking up and showing off a brand new, deep purple strap.

The women all oohd and aahd, but weren’t too phased, and so the game continued. But for the rest of the game, Agatha couldn’t keep her eyes off of you. It was like she was undressing you with her gaze. And she held the strap in her hand the entire time.

When the gift exchange was over and all the guests had left, Agatha wasted no time in colliding her lips into yours. She kissed you passionately and with dominance, pushing and pinning you against her cottage door.

“Agi wait—” you squeaked, as Agatha picked you up and threw you over her shoulder with ease.

She carried you and the strap directly into your shared bedroom. She threw you on the bed, muttering a spell before all your clothes and hers as well repeated. You shivered slightly in the newly exposed cold air. But it didn’t take long for you to forget that, as you watched Agatha strap up and pounce on top of you on the bed.

Before you could get out what you wanted to say, Agatha thrusted inside you with a shit eating grin. You both let out howls of pleasure. This was the biggest you’d ever taken.

“Shit Baby—!!” Agatha screamed, feeling everything in the strap as if it were apart of her body.

“Fuuuuck…! I tried… to tell you Agi—!!” You groaned, “Oh fuck, sss so big, so thick…”

The thickness and length of the strap was making you dizzy. You’d never felt so full. It was stretching you so well.

Agatha looked at you as if she didn’t believe you.

“You enchanted it, and just forgot to tell me…? Oh sure…” she chuckled, before grabbing your hips and thrusting out and back into your hard.

“Holy FUCK AGI—!!!”

Agatha groaned, which then turned into a laugh as she watched you spasm in pleasurable pain. She then began to fuck you fast and with a ruthless pace. The sound of the skin slapping alone made you so close to the edge already.

“Didn’t mean to… tried to tell you…!” You mumbled as she fucked you with no mercy.

But Agatha wasn’t having it. It was more fun to fuck you hard for not telling her anyway. Intentional or not.

You were sure that your skin would bruise from her hands, but your mind had drifted too far to care about that.

The woman then hooked one of your legs above her shoulder, her strap hitting a brand new found spot inside you, making you squirm and scream in pleasure.

“Fuck… Mommy!!!” You howled as she plowed into you.

You gasped and expected Agatha to stop and be surprise by your words, but quite the opposite happened. No, she al stated to fuck you harder and with a wicked smirk.

“Oh my, I’m so sorry, it just… slipped out…?” You squeaked immediately.

Agatha shook her head and chuckled darkly.

“Come on… don’t pretend you don’t want to call me Mommy…” she rasped wickedly, not relenting in her pounding.

You were trembling, as a new wave of intense pleasure coursed through you with Agatha’s words. You shuddered and tried to say something, but all you could do was nod and groan loudly.

“Awwww, poor baby… Is mommy fucking you so good…?” Agatha jeered.

You nodded your head, unable to form words at this point. Your mind completely blanked out.

Agatha chuckled.

“Sweet girl… didn’t know what you were getting yourself into when you bought this for me, hmmmm…? I can feel everything, your walls fluttering and so much more… and you feel so good.” she rasped.

~~~

Next Bingo Fic <—Here!!

Agatha Harkness Masterlist

Holiday Bingo 2023 Masterlist

Tag List: @storiesofsvu @aemilia19 @vexed-jade @willowshadenox @lunala-rose23 @sapphixwriter

[midnight-lestrange]

The gayest photo of 2024

[mcumuntantmagic]

kathryn hahn on the set of Agatha All Along.

[cosmichahn]

KATHRYN HAHN FEEDING THE HOMOSEXUALS ONCE MORE

[pigeonp0st]

heelloo!! uhm i was thinking could u write an agatha harkness x reader one with Agatha sees r with another person (just as closer friends but Agatha doesn’t know it). Then Agatha invites r to her house and Agatha has to bite down on their lip so hard whenever r talks about the other person, angst with happy ending please (and if your are comfortable, maybe you can add smut)?

Agatha Harkness x Reader

Summary:

Agatha gets jealous of your relationship with Wanda. Emotion ensues.

Warning:

Jealousy, angst (not really)

Notes:

Thanks for the request! I wrote this pretty fast and have not even read it over once…I’ll probably fix it up later…anyways! Hope you enjoy still <3 I always love an Agatha request

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Agatha stopped Wanda for you. She brought down Westview, and forced Wanda into reality. In the process she ruined both of their fantasies; Wanda’s fantasy of a perfect life, and Agathas of all consuming power.

She did it for you. Because the prospect of power was nothing compared to the prospect of your devastation. Because you asked her to. You with your warm eyes, full of more emotion and humanity than both Agatha and Wanda have in power combined.

You asked her to, and there was no other option.

So no. She doesn’t regret it. Doesn’t regret trailing behind you and Wanda to help the Avengers, doesn’t regret following you. Can’t possibly. She doesn’t regret it, but Wanda smiles at you, leans in close, and Agatha feels a bit like she’s been betrayed. Betrayed because you smile back, and whisper something into Wanda’s ear that makes her flush a color that’s just perfect for the Scarlett Witch.

Agatha grits her teeth and returns to her book. She’s lived centuries and has never felt more childish.

It shouldn’t bother how close you and Wanda have gotten, she knows. She has no right to feel betrayed. She hasn’t done anything she’s done expecting anything more than your happiness. You aren’t hers.

You aren’t hers, and so Agatha just fumes silently in the corner of the room and imagines burning this whole damn tower down.

You don’t even know how Agatha cares, she knows. Every bit of vulnerability, love, and affection is hidden behind layers of humor and sarcasm.

You watch Agatha with distrust still because of it; wondering about alternative motives. Everyone in this god forsaken tower does, and Agatha has no idea why she’s here giving up centuries of planning for this game. These people are no different to those in Westview. Children playing dress up and pretend. All of them wearing costumes of heroes who aren’t afraid.

Cowards. All of them.

Your loud laugh draws Agatha’s attention from her page. Wanda is smiling at you with a gentleness Agatha can’t afford, and Agatha thinks, both with affection and a heavy heart; all of them but you.

She knows that despite her help she has given no one here good reason to trust her. She admits to herself that she enjoys letting them think she’s scheming—that she plays into it.

They’re just as uncaring for her as she is them. They push her away, but all you do is pull her in. To be brave and foolish is one in the same to Agatha, and she loves you for all the things she can’t afford to be.

—-

It’s only the next day that Agatha walks into the compound looking for you. She wants your help to test her potion.

She’s been visiting every day this week, and she’s beginning to feel a bit like the person she thought she wouldn’t ever be again. She’s beginning to settle into the thoughts instead of jerk away.

Then she sees you. You’re on top of Wanda, both you and her sleeping peacefully on the couch. Your head on her chest, her hand threaded in your hair, your legs intertwined.

The glass potion in Agatha’s hand shatters violently and loudly, startling only Wanda awake. She jerks and snaps her eyes towards Agatha, always on edge after being raised in war. Their eyes meet for only a second, and then both turn back to you, still sleeping peacefully.

Agatha turns on her heel. Wanda says, with a knowing that ruins her; “wait—”

Agatha, cowardly, no different than the people she despises, and never having claimed otherwise, teleports away.

—-

Agatha avoids the compound for just a week before she caves and invites you over.

She can’t bear to see Wanda, which is a new thing because usually she enjoys tormenting her. The image of her protective hand tangled in your hair, and your possessive leg thrown over her is still fresh in Agatha’s mind though.

Then there’s the text Wanda sent after Agatha left; filled with the same knowing Agatha sensed with her departure. You’re 5 years old.

(Then a bit later; whatever was in that potion melted through the compound. I hope you can magic up some money to fix your tantrum.)

Agatha, the picture of wisdom, sends Wanda two middle fingers and then blocks her.

So, naturally, she’s glad when you show up only an hour after Agatha’s text. No Wanda, for the first time in weeks.

At least—that’s what Agatha expected. It’s an hour later and all you’ve talked about is Wanda. Wanda this, Wanda that. Agatha has always had a challenge with patience, it’s always the biggest challenge of her schemes, and biting on her lip is barely constraining her from lashing out at this point.

It’s when Agatha tones your voice out though, that she notices the hunch to your shoulders, the heaviness in your eyes.

And the bruise around your neck. Why hadn’t she noticed sooner? “Who did this to you?”

Agatha drops her dishes immediately, rushing to where you’re seated at the kitchen island. She thinks; who, who, with a desperate frustration as she tilts your head up to inspect the injury. She’ll kill them. Kill them.

For now, she pulls her magic forward, setting to the task of healing the violence inflicted on you, but you pull away from Agatha just as suddenly as she calls on her magic; angry in a way Agatha is caught off guard by.

“All you are is hot and cold,” you mutter, looking away. “I’ve been trying to reach you for days and you haven’t responded, then I come as soon as you call and you ignore me for an hour. Now…now you suddenly care that I’m hurt?”

Agatha blinks, once, twice, and then you’re standing up and pacing her kitchen. Agatha stands, hand still hovering where it was touching your cheek, and watches.

“If you’re done—If you’ve already gotten what you needed from us, whatever it is, and are done, just tell me. Tell me and stop pretending to care,” you plead. Agatha notices the dark circles under your eyes. Notices all the parts of you that are dimmed now that she’s not stuck on Wanda, Wanda. “I can’t play pretend like you do, Ag. I don’t get what it serves you to act like you care about me. I have nothing to offer.”

You’re spiraling in the middle of Agatha’s kitchen, and Agatha is torn between all of the parts of herself. The one that wants to laugh and brush this all aside, the one that wants to comfort you, the one that wants to kiss you, and the one she settles on; the version of her that’s angry and feeling misunderstood by the person she knows she’s done everything to deceive.

She’s not often hit by regret, or not often this out of control over her own emotions. It makes her angrier. Angrier because it takes her back and makes her feel younger than she’s been in centuries. She’s not that child anymore, can’t be.

Don’t you get that you’re ruining her?

—-

“I care,” Agatha whispers urgently, silently fuming and with her face morphed into a frustrated scowl. “Of course I care,” she says, like it should have never been in question—because she’s made it so clear apparently, you think disbelievingly, unable to help the scoff that chokes out of you.

Yeah right.

With more disappointment than Agatha could ever understand, you shake your head. “The only thing you care about, Agatha, is power. You tell me yourself all the time. I just thought— ” you pause, untamed tears coming to your eyes. “I don’t know what I thought…”

The moment the words leave your lips, you and Agatha enter into a standoff. Agatha furious and raging, and you too wrapped in your own emotions to register it as it is.

Agatha angry for the first time—at this. At the doubting of her care. It should say all you need to know, but you’ve missed it completely now that you’ve stopped looking.

It’s another moment of glaring before Agatha scoffs and stalks forward, pushing you into the wall and trapping you. Anyone else would be scared, but you just continue to glare (even as you flush).

There’s a part of you somewhere, one you don’t notice, but that Agatha does. A part of you that knows Agatha would never hurt you.

“I’m too old for this, ” Agatha grits out, and then her hand is around your throat. You don’t even flinch. Aren’t even surprised when you feel the rush of healing magic. All you’re surprised about is just that— your lack of surprise.

Agatha’s eyes turn inspecting, she shifts your head to the side with her other hand, ignoring your protests. You’re beginning to feel like a child, beginning to see things as they are.

Of course Agatha cares, you know. Somehow it hurts just as much. How could she both care and be so unpredictable, so cold? Had she thought of how you’d feel at all when you ignored her for the week? The other Avengers grew suspicious, checking everywhere around the compound for something stolen. You thought something terrible happened to her.

Only Wanda seemed unbothered. “She’s just throwing a tantrum,” she said, and wouldn’t explain further.

“Who did this?” Agatha repeats, pulling you from your thoughts.

“It was a mission”, you explained, the fire leaving you with it. You can’t afford to be mad at Agatha. You need and miss her too much.

Agatha growls, not settled at all. “Isn’t Wanda supposed to be protecting you?” She asks venomously, her jaw tightening along with her hand. “What good is your little girlfriend if she can’t even do that?”

It’s so laced with bitterness, with wanting, you’re left to blink at her, utterly shocked. Does Agatha think—? Wanda’s voice comes to your head; “she saw us cuddling and looked like she was going to murder me with the shattered glass in her hand.”

Seriously?

“What?” Agatha asks, self conscious in a way she never is. Self conscious because she likes—possibly loves you back.

All of this week’s turmoil, and for what? Because the two of you love each other?

—

You’re grinning at Agatha now, and Agatha is completely suspicious and unnerved. She tries to step back but you capture her wrists, pull her even closer.

Agatha’s heart pounds at the look on your face. Like a Cheshire cat. She can’t escape the feeling that she’s been caught. She eyes you with uneasiness.

You look at her expectantly now. “So much wisdom and yet you’re still so stupid?”

“Stupid?” Agatha repeats with disgust, like the word isn’t even in the dictionary.

You nod. “Agatha,” you breathe, affectionately. Agatha feels her world shift. “You know I love you, don’t you? Wanda is only ever going to be my frie—”

Agatha doesn’t let you finish. Couldn’t bear too. She’s always standing on the precipice of something. Always hovering over lines, too impatient to stand back, and your I love you snaps Agatha forward, like she’s been waiting for it for centuries. She kisses you roughly, pushing you back against the wall, and tries to claim it.

I love you, to the person who has never felt loved. She turned her back on love the moment love turned her back on her. She was only a teenager then, realizing that there was not a strength she could have that would make her enough for her mother—for her clan. There was not a person she could be beside herself, and never a version that wasn’t lacking, just out of reach of affection.

Then you. You showed up in Westview, strong enough to break in unaffected, and suspicious of Agatha, suspicious and then knowing, but still caring through it, and Agatha felt herself enough in the moments her mother would have claimed were her weakest; her moments where she was vulnerable and honest.

She kisses you like you’re her testament of her strength, now. Like you’re a testament of just how enough she is. She’s always been wanting, and doesn’t know how to exist without it. Without the yearning of; more, more, more, but as her kisses slow down, turn loving instead of passionate, she thinks for the first time that to exist like this—for the first time at peace, is something she could get used to forever.

You’re breathing heavily when Agatha breaks away, completely flustered and shaken. Agatha feels her heart pick up again, and thinks, no—she’ll always be wanting, and moves in to kiss you again.

You laugh, so joyful and happy—because of her. Because of her—a hand over Agatha’s mouth to stop her. “Are we ever going to talk?” You wonder breathlessly. “About feelings? About where you got that idea about Wanda and me?

Agatha pulls your hand away, smiles devilishly and possessively. “After I’ve had you against every corner of this house, we’ll invite Wanda over and talk over everything you’d like.”

You groan in exasperation, but there’s no protesting when Agatha kisses you next, and from the way you practically fall into the way Agatha’s hand curls loosely around your neck, she doesn’t expect one anytime soon.

[vintagegoddess12]

Agatha’s flirting game is so strong because what do you mean you’re hitting on the woman who imprisoned you in your mind and another woman who invaded your mind prison as you’re breaking out of the spell. We’re not even including the fact you kept flirting with wanda in her married sitcom era.

[editfandom]

AGATHA ALL ALONG, S01E02 | Kathryn Hahn as Agatha Harkness

[geebeann]

80s Agatha, you will always be famous

[cissa-calls]

Countdown to Agatha All Along: Day 852

*Wundagore falls in a pile of rubble and explosions*

Agatha, sat atop a stone pillar in the snow: “Are you done with your theatrics yet?”

Wanda, crumbled face down in the snow: “I need to stay here. I need to remain and wither away as a sacrifice to warn against the consumption of greed and power. I deserve this, what I have done is unforgivable!”

Agatha: “Even with the promise of a bowl of cereal and VHS of ‘I Love Lucy’ reruns?”

Wanda: *pokes her head up* “What kind of cereal?”

Agatha: “Fruit loops”

Wanda: “…suddenly? Forgiveness is something I can earn”

[itsallagatha]

It's giving Deadpool and Wolverine definitely not fucking in that car...

[fakeagatha]

a headcanon about harkximoff having a stablished relationship in westview? 🥺

hex or after hex, whatever you want :))

A/N: I'm still not 100% on what an established relationship is but I hope I got it right :)

I have 1 more request that's been in my inbox for months, I promise I'm getting to it, I can only use my laptop because I have no storage on my phone! (I use Wattpad for oneshots)

Please reblog/like to show support!

Wandagatha in an Established Relationship Headcanons

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🔮Agatha entered Westview with the goal to defeat Wanda and steal her powers, so she wasn't expecting to instead fall in love with her.

❤️‍🔥In the beggining, Agatha was extremely jealous of Vision, but at the same time didn't want to hurt Wanda.

🔮When Vision "died", Agatha was somewhat relieved.

❤️‍🔥To Agatha's own surprise, she had mercy. Her plans on stealing Wanda's powers couldn't go through the way she had planned because God, she loved this woman.

🔮So instead, she pretended to loose the battle.

❤️‍🔥Long story short, something inside Wanda went off, and she let Agatha free.

🔮Wanda rebuilt the houses and buildings in Westview, so it could function like a neighborhood once again, even though many people avoided stepping foot in the borders.

❤️‍🔥It was awkward for Wanda and Agatha to be neighbors again, but they managed to rebuild their relationship in a different way.

🔮In a few words, Wanda realized that she was also into women, and Agatha was proud of herself for that.

❤️‍🔥Fast forward a few months, Wanda used her powers to turn their houses into one, as they decided to move in together.

🔮It was great for both of them, waking up next to each other, or Wanda complaining to Agatha about not flushing the toilet.

❤️‍🔥Agatha normally lied in, which gave Wanda the opportunity to attempt to make her breakfast in bed.

🔮Most of the time, it went perfectly, and Agatha fell more and more in love with her.

❤️‍🔥But neither of them will ever forget the time that Agatha spilled baked beans all over the bedsheets when Wanda attempted to make an English breakfast.

🔮One day, Wanda had decided to surprise Agatha by making an entire room for Señor Scratchy, which included a large cage, beds, toys, his food and water stations, basically a paradise for him.

❤️‍🔥Agatha was so delighted that she then surprised Wanda with a cat, named Ebony.

🔮They changed up the room and added a cat tower as well, and they were both so proud of their children.

❤️‍🔥Agatha has the habit of not closing the toilet seat after using it, and it drives Wanda crazy, so it's normal to hear her yelling "Agatha, the toilet!!" At random times throughout the day.

🔮Wanda has a habit of forgetting where she's left things, which is the reason the two are often late to their duties.

❤️‍🔥Agatha is purely what you would call a "Facebook Mom", possible because of her age, but it makes Wanda's day when she's at work sees a marvelous, blurry selfie of Agatha, the lense way too close or too far away from her face, and a very awkward angle.

[cakexblankett]

Not me smiling like an absolute lunatic every time Agatha appeared on the screen (aka for forty+ minutes)

[rosalie-starfall]

Agatha All Along

Seekest Thou the Road

[wordsalso]

I imagine someone else already GIF’d this Agnes/Rio interaction but I needed them immediately for…reasons