#agnes of westview

[fuckedupforkhahn]

Just adding those because she deserves all the praise

I don't think we held enough space for Agnes of Westview today. Or, any day for that matter. Please hold space now 😾💜🗣️

[riovidalharkness]

"Well, who better solve the mystery than one of Westview's very own? I mean, you've lived here your whole life. Isn't that true....Agnes?"

[sweetestberryofthebunch]

WIP Wed— Thursday!

I‘m late i knowww but yesterday was really busy and I still want to post a sneak peak of the thing I‘m currently working on!

Agnes stayed silent, eyes sternly focused on the dark road, only the sound of raindrops splattering onto the windshield between you. And that cover of Last Christmas, again.

You passed a road sign. A parking lot and a phone cell just a few miles ahead of you.

„Let’s stop there“, you proposed, watching the way Agnes pressed her lips together in a harsh line. „You know I don’t like when you drive angry.“

„I‘m not angry“, she replied immediately, and as if to prove her point, she took her foot off the gas, letting the car slow down a little, „I‘m just … irritated.“

„Either way“, finally, you reached out to her, brushing the few lost strands of hair behind her ear. The gentle touch of your fingertips against her cheek had her exhale sharply, readjusting her grip on the steering wheel. The car did a minimal swirl to the left before she caught herself again and readjusted her position on the road.

You giggled, pulling your hand away, elbows leaning on the middle console as you grinned at her. The tip of your tongue peaked out past your lips, giving her a coy smile. „I think you should take a break to … release some tension anyway.“ Your voice dropped lower when you saw the way her jaw tensed. „And it‘s just us out here tonight.“

At the clearly suggestive tone that swung in your voice, she finally glanced over at you, pupils dark. You shrugged your coat off your shoulders, leaning a little further towards her, eyes batting almost innocently.

Agnes' eyes stared at your lips, your eyes, your shoulder, still covered by a knit sweater, but the lacy strap of your bra peeking out, and then quickly back to the road before you.

She swallowed hard, then scoffed. But the smirk on her lips betrayed her, even as her eyes turned back to the road. Her right hand left the steering wheel to come rest firmly on your thigh, fingers brushing over the fabric of your pants so high up, your breath hitched at the contact. That made her chuckle, a low sound in the back of her throat, and she blinked right to pull over into the parking lot. „Maybe you’re right“, her thumb ran lazily up and down your inner thigh, „A break sounds good right now.“

[isagrimorie]

source: wandaatv insta

LMAO, Kathryn Hahn.

[agnesofwestview]

😶‍🌫️📝

[lovelyy-moonlight]

[florida3exclamationpoints]

Agatha All Along + text posts pt 8/?

[sabeedraws]

Naughty all along

stop thinking about the naughty tracksuit challenge fail #437

[violetheart77]

If she’s your girl in the comics, then why’s she part of the Gayest MCU Project Yet™ with me?

[garrywantspasta]

I’m in my Agatha ERA

Elbows deep in it, folks. I needed to draw her and practice, so I filled a page.

Maybe Wanda will be next 🙈 and then some tender harkximoff cuz this show is giving me so many ideas.

[imorynn]

—-> GOOD GIRL ( a. o’connor)

➺ pairings : agnes o’connor • fem!reader

➺ genre / maintains : drabble, SMUT ( MDNI, 18+ ), masterbution, phone sex, somewhat daddy kink ( though it’s mocking ? Am I projecting ? I don’t fucking know. ) dirty talk, slight degradation, praise, nicknames ( sweetheart, slut, bunny, sweetheart, I am fucking feral—) mentions of strap usage ( Agnes’ part —)

➺ word count : 800+

➺ dividers by : @cafekitsune !!

“You pretty little troublemaker, just start touching that little pussy for me, hmm? Let me hear you…”

You were desirous in your bedroom at the sound of her velvet, taunting voice over the phone, it made the growing dampness in your panties almost unbearable. She was aware of where you were, and what you were anticipating. She was more than aware of how much you were waiting for it, yearning and heaving almost every late night as she departed from the police station house to demonstrate to you in unmediated experience what it was like to be mercilessly fucked until you collapsed.

Were you satisfied with who you had become? You, the sheltered-life, silent and bright-eyed succeeding young gal that you were within Westview? Is this what you had foreseen when you studied an eminent career in university and succeeded in graduating to pursue that very interest? Of course not. Though, the hours were long, and the days — while significant — they were crucial at the moment, and if your dating experience during these dull years has taught you anything, it was that dating those your age came with no fulfillment due to their lack of maturity and ability in making you feel safe, and desired. So, you took liking in an older audience — particularly Agnes O’Connor who was frankly not necessarily anywhere close to being stable and was constantly wavered with this peculiar aura you had yet to thoroughly discover, it seemed you relished in being fucked by a five-foot tall ( including five inches if you were to be specific) blue-eyed brunette who was around the age of 51 (or so it seemed) with a maturity and rogue confidence, sarcastic with no decency of your privacy, who knew precisely how to liquify your limbs and render your brain useless with the wet muscle of her tongue, and her smirking mouth, and her calloused fingers, and the sight, taste of her pussy, her str—

“Come on, sweetheart. I know you’re waiting for me, wearing nothing other than one of my flannels you love so much and those ribboned panties you know I like…” A deep inhale was heard from the other line — an expression you could already visualize the moment you heard the faint graze of fabric coming undone; pretty features shadowed by the dim light cast in that unkempt office of hers, jawline tight, pink lower lip tucked between her teeth with a quirk between her brows, pupils practically absorbing the blue hue of her eyes as they became wider, hazed. “Betcha’ there’s a wet spot in them from how needy you are to be fucked over and over until you cry on my fingers. Things are running a little slow for me down here, so you’ll have to get yourself nice and ready for me, how’s that sound, hon?”

The fingers of your right hand danced slowly down to where you needed them most while the other undid the remaining buttons of her flannel. When those spit-soaked lips of yours separated, one name laced with a title resided on your tongue, and it clamored from the pit of your heaving lungs the second shaking digits dragged between your slippery folds from entrance to sensitive clit. “Yes, detective Agnes…”

A subtle smirk laced her tone as she spoke, her satisfaction with the outcome unmistakable. “Good girl.”

In a fraction of a second, the sensation scorched and twisted and ached — you fervently welcomed it, and allowed it to increase. Whimpers and moans crawled your your throat and into the phone’s speaker while continuing your ministrations, attempting to recollect her every action and favor, because fuck, does she know how to work every bit of you with the same raw scrutiny she carried for her job.

“Goodness, bun, you’re gonna make me come with those dirty pretty sounds. Such a fucking slut, aren’t you? Two fingers, slooowly in and out … in and out before rubbing your clit, just like I do it.”

You sharply gasped, digits slowing down their erratic pumps, faint squelching sounds reaching your ears and you felt your own arousal oozing down the curve of your ass, soaking the pattern fabric clinging to you and into the mattress below. Your overbearing impatience clashed with her orders ; the faster you would cum, the faster she would come, the faster you get to experience the blaze of stars and feel yourself getting split open and filled to the brim. It was obscene, ferocious, nearly maddening how desperately you needed her, the extent to which you would go to continue experiencing the way she was making you feel every single damn night. It was filthy and boisterous as you continued fucking yourself with your delicate fingers, never as good as how she did it, yet sufficient enough to set the mood for what you anticipate will be a sprawling, enduring play.

Wet thrusts brought your orgasm closer, taking you higher each time you brushed your special spot.“You’re wet for me, aren’t you? Waiting for me to fuck you dumb with my strap? Waiting for daddy’s cock, huh?”

The deriding, no less titillating, octave in her tone — the nickname — made a searing heat crawl up your throat and spread across your already flushed cheeks. The visual of her mouth twisting into a grin with her hips snapping to meet yours was the last thing you saw before the stars and sparkles appeared behind your lids. The orgasm, fulfilling and ardent, was enhanced by the cruelty of her words and the promise of what was yet to come. 

“Stay where you are, pretty bunny. Daddy’s on her way.”

[ariascoven]

whatever you do, do not think about eating detective agnes out under her desk while she's working. do not think about her pulling on your hair while letting out a deep, guttural moan and bucking her hips forward, seeking your touch. do not think about her breathing out the words “oh, you're doing so well, sweetheart” as she tilts her head back. do not thinking about her eyes snapping open when you bite on her clit gently, glaring daggers at you but you can see right through her by the way she's biting her lower lip. do not think about her holding your head in place as she cums, forcing you to take every last drop of her. like, just don't think about it.

[riovidalharkness]

[rosalie-starfall]

Agatha All Along

Agnes of Westview Seekest Thou the Road

[aubreyplazawife]

would watch an entire show of detective rio 

i mean look at them.. it would be so good!

[bees-for-brains]

A Well-Deserved Break

Older!Detective!Agnes x Younger!GN!Reader

Summary: You are a college student in Westview who somehow keeps running into Chief Detective Agnes. She knows about the little crush you have on her, but you don’t need to know that… yet.

Tags: Age gap, gn!reader, no use of y/n, Agnes calling reader pet names, fluff, pining.

Word count: 950

A/N: This is my first fic I've written in years, so I hope it's alright. Beta read. Would love to know your thoughts!

The atmosphere of the cafe was cozy enough, with its pale-yellow lights, worn-in booths and a faint scent of burnt coffee. You refused to study in the library on campus as there were too many people and had found you work better outside of your room. These two factors are what brought you to the cafe you currently sit in. It has just enough noise for you to be able to focus. 

You have been sipping on a latte and writing a paper for the past two hours when you hear the bell above the doors jingle. Normally you would have kept working, but this time something made you turn and look. You watch as Chief Detective Agnes O’Connor walks in, paying far too much attention to the way her jeans fit her hips and ass and partially unbuttoned blue flannel. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t have a bit of a crush on her. She was bossy, irritable, and stern and damn it was hot. 

“Coffee, black.” You hear her say in her raspy voice. She sets a few bucks down on the counter and leans against it, waiting. As she waits, she scans the place, noting the occupants. When she glances over to you, you realize she caught you and quickly look away. 

She smirks, grabs the fresh coffee that was just brought up, and walks over to your booth. “Third night in a row you’ve been here, must be working on something important.” 

You pretend to be typing, not looking at her when you respond, “Uh, yeah, a big paper due Friday.” 

“A pretty doll like you should be enjoying themselves, doing something fun. When was the last time you took a break?” You can practically hear the smirk on her face as she spoke. You blush at the pet name she used, finally looking up at her. “How about you come for a little ride with me?” 

She is leaning over your table now, staring at you, waiting for a response. You have a hard time focusing when her opened shirt is in such close proximity to your wandering eyes. You stumble over your words at her offer trying to brush off the hint in her words, “I- uh, sure, but aren’t you on duty?” 

She chuckles and reaches her hand out to you and winks, “Nobody has to know sweetheart.” 

You had only just recovered from the first name she called you, and here she is calling you sweetheart. Your knees would have probably given out if you weren’t currently sitting. You shyly smile at her, closing your laptop and taking her hand. “Oh, what about my stuff, nobody will take it right?” With how flustered you were, you hadn’t even thought about packing up your things. 

“Not while I’m around babydoll,” she grins, pulling you up and through the door. 

She walks you to her patrol car, taking you to the passenger side and opening the door. 

“Oh, you didn’t have to do that,” I blush, stepping into the car. 

She stays outside the car watching you, “Oh hush, let me take care of you.” She closes the door and walks over to her side, getting in. 

It is silent for the first few minutes when Agnes glances over to you, “So, you dating anyone?” 

You are completely caught off guard at her question. Your face flushes and you look down to your hands fidgeting in your lap. “N-no” you say quietly. 

Seconds tick by when she shifts her hands on the steering wheel, “Any reason why? You can’t tell me people aren’t tripping over themselves to get to you.” 

You can’t tell if she’s being genuine or just teasing. You think about her question. To be honest, you hadn’t even given anyone in your classes a second glance. There was a short period where you had a crush on a pretty redhead professor whose green eyes haunted your waking thoughts, but that was a few semesters ago. Now that you thought about it, you realized you may truly have a thing for older women. Agnes doesn’t need to know that information though. 

Given your lack of response, Agnes speaks up again, “Didn’t mean to pry, doll, just figured I’d ask.” She now has one hand on the wheel and the other arm leaning on the center console. You could feel warmth radiating off of her. 

“No it’s okay, sorry I didn’t respond. I guess I just don’t find myself interested in anyone in my classes.” You thought that was a good enough answer. 

As she rounded the corner leading back to the cafe, she turned to you, her interest piqued. “So you’ve got an interest in someone outside of school then?” 

You feel her eyes on you as she pulls into the parking lot. You glance in her direction, “I–, uh–.” You feel the heat rush to your face and hear her quietly laugh to herself. 

“Well, we’re here. Don’t overwork yourself now, understand?” She says with a stern look. 

Taking this as your cue to leave, you open the door and step out. “Yes, Chief. Thank you… for this.” 

“Of course! Goodnight sweetheart.” She watches you walk back to the entrance of the cafe, turning around and waving goodbye to her. She smirks, knowing she just found herself a new pet.