#alpha!agatha harkness

[wandamaximoffsbadgirl]

Under Her Command

dom!alpha!Agatha Harkness x omega!reader

Word count: 2.3K

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, a/b/o, omegaverse, Agatha has a cock, power dynamics, pheromones, marking, breeding

Authors notes: I really love Alpha!Agatha. This is the second time I've written her and I feel like I get carried away when I'm writing for her.

The evening air blowing through Agatha Harkness’ house was thick with the scent of dominance and anticipation. You, with your naturally shy demeanor, were curled up on the plush couch, wearing one of Agatha’s silk robes that barely reached mid-thigh. The scent of her lingering pheromones in the fabric clung to your skin, reminding you of who you belonged to.

Agatha, the most powerful alpha you’d ever known, paced in front of the large window, her piercing eyes watching the city lights but her mind clearly focused on you. She had a quiet authority about her, her movements deliberate, her scent potent and commanding in the air. Even without her heightened alpha nature, she would have controlled any room she walked into.

“You’ve been so patient, mega,” she finally spoke, her voice like velvet, drawing your attention instantly. The deep timbre of her tone caused your breath to hitch.

She turned towards you, eyes dark with unspoken desire, her nostrils flaring as she inhaled deeply, sensing the way your heat was starting to stir beneath your skin. You tried to sit still, to be good, but every muscle in your body felt charged, yearning for her touch.

“Come here,” she commanded softly, and your legs moved before your mind even registered it. Your bare feet padded across the cool floor as you approached her, head slightly bowed as you fought the instinct to expose your neck.

When you stood before her, she cupped your chin gently, tilting your head up to meet her gaze. Agatha’s thumb brushed over your lower lip, her eyes flicking down to your mouth before meeting your eyes again.

“Such a good little omega for me,” she murmured, her lips curling into a smirk. “You know I’ve been thinking about you all day, don’t you?”

Your heart pounded in your chest as her scent of sandalwood surrounded you, more intense now, laced with the spice of her arousal. You could barely manage a nod, overwhelmed by the power she held over you.

“I can smell you,” Agatha continued, her voice a low growl as she leaned in close, lips grazing your ear. “You’re ready for me, aren’t you? You can’t hide it.”

A soft whimper escaped your throat, and she chuckled darkly, satisfied by your response. Agatha’s hands slid down your sides, tracing the curve of your hips before gripping your waist firmly.

“I’ve spoiled you for too long,” she mused, her fingers tightening their hold as she pulled you flush against her body. “But tonight… tonight you’ll learn how to beg properly, omega.”

Your breath caught as she leaned down, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin of your neck, just above where her claiming mark had once been. The reminder of it sent a shiver of longing through you, your heat starting to build, aching for her.

“On your knees,” Agatha growled, and before you knew it, you were on the floor, looking up at your alpha with wide, pleading eyes.

Her smirk widened as she towered over you, completely in control. “Now, little one, let’s see how well you can behave.”

Your heart pounded in your chest as you kneeled before Agatha, your body already responding to her commands, the omega inside you desperate to submit. Agatha's scent was intoxicating, filling the room with a potent mixture of her dominance and arousal. It wrapped around you like a warm blanket, making it harder to think clearly, as your only focus became pleasing your alpha.

Agatha tilted your chin up with two fingers, her sharp gaze locking onto yours. The way she looked at you made your skin tingle, the hunger in her eyes sending a shiver down your spine. “Good girl,” she murmured, her voice a husky whisper that sent a surge of need straight to your core. “You’re so perfect like this, on your knees where you belong.”

You felt your body heat up under her praise, a quiet whimper escaping your lips as she traced her thumb over your bottom lip. The gesture was gentle, but the possessiveness in her touch made it clear—you were hers, utterly and completely.

“Open your mouth for me,” she commanded, her voice laced with authority. Instinctively, you obeyed, parting your lips as you stared up at her. She smirked, her thumb slipping past your lips, pressing down on your tongue. “That’s it. Such a pretty little thing.”

Your breath hitched as Agatha watched you, her dark eyes burning with desire. She was always so composed, always in control, but there was a dangerous edge to her tonight. You could feel it in the way she touched you, slow and deliberate, as if savoring the power she had over you.

“You’re mine, aren’t you?” Agatha asked, withdrawing her thumb, her fingers curling under your chin to lift your gaze back to hers.

“Yes, Alpha,” you breathed, your voice trembling with anticipation.

Her smirk widened, clearly pleased with your submission. “I want to hear you say it again.”

“I’m yours, Alpha,” you whispered, feeling the words vibrate in your chest. The truth of them resonated deep within you, an unbreakable bond that only strengthened your need for her.

Agatha’s grip on your chin tightened as she leaned down, her breath hot against your ear. “Good girl,” she purred, her voice sending a thrill through your entire body. “Now, show me how much you need me.”

Without hesitation, you leaned forward, your hands resting on her thighs as you pressed your cheek against her. Agatha’s scent was even stronger here, rich and musky, making your mouth water with need. You nuzzled her thigh, a soft whine escaping your throat as you craved her touch, her approval, anything to ease the growing ache inside you.

Agatha chuckled darkly, the sound vibrating through her body. “So needy,” she murmured, her hand slipping into your hair, tugging it back gently to force you to look up at her again. “Look at you, already begging without even saying a word. Do you know how perfect you are for me?”

Your heart fluttered at her words, and the heat between your legs became almost unbearable. “Please, Alpha,” you whimpered, your voice barely more than a breath.

Agatha’s eyes darkened as her grip in your hair tightened. “Please what, little omega?” she teased, a smirk playing at the corner of her lips.

“Please… I need you,” you gasped, your body trembling with desire as you met her gaze. “I need you, Alpha. Please…”

The smug smile that spread across Agatha’s face made your pulse race. She loved seeing you like this, completely at her mercy, begging for her touch. “Good girl,” she praised, her thumb brushing your cheek affectionately before she released your hair. “You’re going to make me very proud tonight.”

Agatha stepped back, her presence still looming over you as she shed her jacket, revealing the crisp lines of her blouse beneath. Every movement was controlled, deliberate, and you couldn’t tear your eyes away as she undid the first few buttons, exposing the pale skin of her collarbone.

“Do you want to please your alpha?” she asked, her voice low and commanding, drawing you back to the task at hand.

“Yes, Alpha,” you whispered, your voice full of reverence as you watched her. You wanted nothing more than to make her happy, to prove that you were a good omega for her.

Agatha’s smirk deepened as she took her seat in the nearby chair, legs crossed casually as she looked down at you. “Then come here, little one. Crawl to me.”

Your heart raced as you dropped to all fours, your body moving without thought as you crawled toward her, the plush carpet soft under your hands and knees. You could feel her eyes on you, watching your every movement with that predatory gleam that made your body tremble.

When you finally reached her, you rested your head against her knee, waiting for her next command, her scent overwhelming your senses.

Agatha’s hand came down to stroke your hair, her touch both possessive and tender. “That’s it, omega,” she cooed softly. “Now, let me take care of you.”

Agatha’s fingers slid gently through your hair, the touch soothing yet igniting something deeper within you. Your skin buzzed under the intensity of her gaze as she surveyed you kneeling before her, utterly obedient and submissive. Her control was absolute, her mere presence making every fiber of your being crave more.

She lifted your chin again, her thumb brushing across your lips, teasing them open. "You're so eager for me, aren’t you?" she whispered, voice dark and laced with promise.

“Yes, Alpha,” you breathed, the need to please her overwhelming any other thought in your mind.

Agatha hummed in approval, her hand caressing down your jaw, her fingertips tracing the pulse at your neck. She could feel how fast your heart was beating, the anticipation electrifying between you. Her touch became firmer as her hand traveled down your chest, fingers brushing the fabric of the robe you wore—her robe—before tugging it open with a deliberate slowness.

The cool air met your heated skin, but it wasn’t the cold that made you shiver. It was Agatha’s smirk, the possessive glint in her eyes as she took in the sight of you, completely exposed and vulnerable before her.

“Such a pretty little omega,” she purred, her hand trailing lower, her nails grazing your stomach. “So perfect for me.” The praise sent warmth flooding through you, your body instinctively arching into her touch, desperate for more.

You whimpered softly, the sound drawing a low chuckle from Agatha. She leaned down, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispered, "Do you know how lucky you are to have an alpha like me? One who knows exactly what you need, even before you ask?"

You nodded, though your thoughts were scattered, your focus consumed entirely by her.

“Good girl.” Her voice was like velvet, dark and thick, wrapping around you like a spell. Agatha sat back, her fingers skimming the edge of your panties before hooking into the waistband and tugging them down. “But I want to hear you beg properly this time.”

A rush of heat pooled between your legs as the cool air kissed your skin. Your eyes fluttered closed, lips parting as you inhaled sharply, trying to steady your breath. “Please, Alpha… I need you so much,” you whimpered, your voice shaking with desperation. “Please touch me.”

Agatha raised an eyebrow, her smirk widening as she leaned back in the chair, casually crossing her legs. Her dominance was effortless, her posture relaxed, though you could feel the raw power radiating from her. She was toying with you, savoring the control she had over you.

“I’ll touch you when I’m ready, little omega,” she replied, her voice dripping with amusement. “I want to see just how far you’ll go to get what you want.”

Your pulse quickened, the need almost unbearable as you squirmed under her gaze. She wasn’t going to make this easy for you; she never did. Agatha loved to push you, to see how much you could handle before you broke and gave in completely.

You leaned forward, your forehead pressing against her thigh as your hands gripped the edge of her chair. “Please, Alpha,” you pleaded, your voice thick with need. “I’ll be so good for you. I promise. Just… please…”

Agatha’s fingers wove back into your hair, tugging it lightly as she forced you to look up at her. Her eyes gleamed with dark satisfaction. “Oh, I know you’ll be good,” she murmured, her lips curling into a wicked smile. “You always are. That’s why I love watching you fall apart.”

Without warning, Agatha pulled you closer, her knee slipping between your thighs, pressing lightly against your aching core. The sudden pressure made you gasp, your hips instinctively grinding down as you sought more of her touch.

“Ah, ah, ah,” Agatha teased, gripping your hair tightly to keep you still. “You don’t get to move unless I tell you to.”

You whimpered, the frustration and desire building to a fever pitch as you tried to hold yourself back. Every inch of you ached for her, for her to take you and claim you completely. But Agatha was in control. She always was.

“Good girl,” she praised softly, loosening her grip in your hair as she leaned down to capture your lips in a slow, heated kiss. The taste of her consumed you, her tongue teasing yours as her hand slid between your thighs, finally giving you the touch you so desperately craved.

You moaned into the kiss, your body trembling as her fingers brushed lightly against your slick folds, teasing but not yet giving you the release you needed. “Please, Alpha…” you begged again, your voice muffled against her lips.

Agatha pulled back, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction as she watched you squirm beneath her touch. “That’s it, little omega,” she whispered, her fingers pressing deeper, making your body arch in response. “Let me hear you beg for me.”

“Please… more, Alpha, please…” you gasped, your body shaking with need as you felt yourself falling deeper into the overwhelming heat of your submission. You were completely at her mercy, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Agatha’s smirk grew darker as she finally gave in, her fingers sliding inside you, her other hand holding you firmly in place. “You’re mine,” she growled softly, her voice sending shivers down your spine as you moaned her name. “Every inch of you belongs to me.”

“Yes Alpha! All yours!” Agatha’s hands finally moved back only to be replaced with her cock, pushing inside you with ease as you both moaned at the feeling. With that, she claimed you fully, pushing you over the edge with her cock, your body trembling as you surrendered completely to your alpha.

Pumping in and out in a fluid motion as you clawed at her back, leaving marks until given permission by her own biting of your neck that you could in fact do the same back as she knotted and came inside of you, painting your walls white with her seed.

“Fuck...you’re going to look so good carrying my pups.”

[sasheemo]

Knock Knot

Pairing: Alpha!Agatha x Omega!Reader

Summary: In the height of your heat, you find yourself at the mercy of the one Alpha you could never resist.

Tags: Omegaverse, Alpha/Omega Dynamics, Smut, Knotting, Breeding Kink, Porn Without Plot, First Omegaverse Attempt

Word count: 4.3k

A/N: Well ngl, this is a twist I didn’t see coming. Up until two weeks ago, I never would’ve imagined myself writing Omegaverse smut, but apparently, the universe (aka all the lovely humans that voted in the poll) had other plans. So, here I am, delivering what you asked for!

This is my first attempt at the genre, so I’d love to hear your thoughts! Be nice, though—or don’t, I can take it. If this goes over well, who knows? I might just write more. Enjoy! 💜

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You had underestimated your heat.

You should have known better. This isn’t your first time, but it’s unlike anything you’ve ever endured. The faint hum in your belly started four days ago, a subtle, manageable thrum—or so you thought. 

By the second day, the ache became unbearable. The suppressants you decided to rely on seem to be useless, failing to dull the relentless fire spreading through your core. Your scent has saturated your home, thick and cloying, clinging to every surface. No amount of pacing or distraction able to smother the inferno roaring inside you.

You’ve done everything to stay hidden—locked every door, shut every window tight, and isolated yourself in the living room, far from prying eyes. But the ache isn’t a dull pulse anymore. It’s a living, breathing thing, clawing at you with every passing moment. It’s not just release your body craves. It’s an Alpha.

And not just any Alpha.

The thought alone sends a fresh wave of heat rolling through you. Her scent haunts your senses, rich and spiced, lingering even in memory. Agatha Harkness isn’t just commanding, she’s overwhelming, the kind of Alpha who can ruin you with a single glance. You’ve crossed paths at coven meetings and social gatherings, but you’ve always avoided her sharp, knowing eyes. 

She has a way of looking at you that makes you feel stripped bare, vulnerable. And you hate her for it. You hate how small she makes you feel. But now, with your body betraying you, she’s all you can think about.

The knock comes softly at first, almost hesitant, but it slices through the quiet house like a thunderclap. You stop mid-step, your frantic pacing halted as the sound reverberates through the air. Your pulse pounds in your ears, drowning out the oppressive silence that had been your only companion for days.

Another knock follows, firmer this time. “Open the door.” a voice calls, equally smooth and firm, its authority impossible to ignore.

Agatha.

Your breath catches, panic blooming in your chest as her scent seeps through the door, heady and intoxicating even from outside. You press your back against the wall, trying to ground yourself, but it’s no use.

“I know you’re in there, Omega.” she calls again, her tone silk-wrapped steel. “Don’t make me break this door down.”

Her words send a shiver down your spine, your hands trembling as instinct overpowers logic. Before you can stop yourself, you’re gripping the handle, the cool metal slick under your palm. The door creaks open, and there she is.

Agatha stands in the doorway, her icy blue eyes locking onto yours like a predator sizing up its prey. Her presence fills the space instantly, her scent flooding your senses with an unbearable intensity. Her lips curl into an alluring smile, dark and confident.

“Did you really think you could hide from me?” she asks, stepping inside without waiting for an invitation.

You step back instinctively, your pulse hammering in your chest. 

“I… I didn’t—” The words stick in your throat, faltering under the weight of her gaze.

“You didn’t what?” she cuts in, kicking the door shut behind her with a resounding thud. “Didn’t think I’d notice?” Her eyes rake over you, lingering on your flushed cheeks and trembling thighs. “Your scent’s been calling to me for hours, Omega. I could smell you from down the street.”

Your knees wobble, heat pooling low in your belly as her words sink in. “You shouldn’t be here…” you say, though your voice holds no conviction.

Her smirk widens as she takes another step forward, deliberate and unhurried. 

“Oh, but I should.” she murmurs, her tone laced with amusement. “Look at you. You’re drowning in your own heat. Did you really think you could handle this on your own?”

“I just—I didn’t think you would—” you stammer shaking your head, retreating another step as her scent wraps around you like a vice.

“But I do.” she interjects, tilting her head slightly as she studies you. Her eyes gleam with something dark, something that makes your stomach twist in knots. “I’ve been waiting for this. And now, you’re mine to handle.”

You swallow hard, panic and desperation clawing at your chest. “I don’t… Agatha, I can’t—”

“You can’t what?” she cuts in once again, the sound of her steps making your heart stutter as she closes the distance between you. “Admit you need me? Tell me, little Omega, should I leave?”

The words hang in the air, heavy and suffocating. You open your mouth to speak, but no sound comes out. The truth feels uncomfortable, but so does the thought of her walking away.

“That’s what I thought.” she says, her smirk sharpening as she her presence presses against you, her scent overwhelming, and you stumble backward.

Your thighs hit the edge of the couch, and the sudden shift in balance forces you to sink onto the cushions, your hands instinctively clutching the armrest to steady yourself. The air between you thickens as Agatha steps closer, her legs brushing against yours.

Her gaze sweeps over you, dark and assessing, the weight of it alone making your breath hitch. Slowly, she leans in, saturating every corner of your awareness. Her hand rises to cup your cheek, her thumb brushing the curve of your jaw with an almost maddening slowness.

“You’re such a mess, Omega.” she murmurs, her voice low and rough, just above a whisper. Her fingers trace the line of your jaw, trailing down to the sensitive skin of your neck. “So soft. So warm. Just sitting here, waiting for me to make it better.”

Your breath stutters as her other hand settles firmly on your thigh, her grip possessive. Her thumb starts to draw slow, soothing circles, the sensation igniting a fresh wave of heat low in your belly. You whimper despite yourself, and her lips curl into a satisfied grin.

She leans closer, her nose brushing against your temple, then lower, tracing the line of your cheek as her fingers tighten their hold. 

“This is where you belong.” she murmurs, her lips ghosting over the corner of your mouth. “Right here. Under me.”

Your thighs tremble beneath her touch, your body betraying you completely as her knee presses between your legs with unrelenting firmness, urging them wider, allowing her to take her rightful place between them. 

Her closeness makes your instincts take over, and your head tilts back, exposing the delicate, vulnerable curve of your throat to her predatory gaze.

She doesn’t waste the invitation. Her teeth graze your earlobe first, then drag lower, scraping against your pulse point as you shudder. Her grip tightens on your thigh, grounding you, holding you exactly where she wants you. When her lips finally press against the curve of your neck, the sensation sends a jolt through you, your gasp echoing softly in the still air.

“Fuck, you smell divine.” she murmurs against your skin, her voice tinged with reverence. Her tongue flicks out, tasting the salty sheen of sweat on your skin, and you whimper, the sound breaking into soft, frustrated whines that only seem to spur her on.

“Say it.” she commands, her voice firm, dripping with authority. “Tell me what you want.”

Your breath hitches as both her hands come to rest on your hips, her grip firm and unrelenting, sending a clear message that resistance is not an option.

“I can’t do this alone, Agatha…” you gasp, your voice cracking as your head falls back against the couch.

Her eyes roam over your features, their intensity pinning you in place. 

“That’s not enough.” she scoffs, her fingers digging into your hips with a possessive pressure that makes your breath hitch. “If you want me, Omega, you’re going to have to beg like you mean it.”

Shame flares hot in your cheeks, but it’s quickly overshadowed by the smoldering heat coiling deep within you. Your body trembles as the words burst from your lips, raw and unfiltered.

“Please, Agatha, fill me.” you gasp, your voice cracking as your hips shift against her grip, desperate for relief. “I need you to fuck me until I can’t think, until I can’t even stand.”

Her smirk falters, her pupils dilating as she leans in closer, her breath hot against your lips.

“Keep going.” she murmurs, her voice rough and dripping with hunger. “Let me hear how desperate you really are.”

Your body arches into her as the heat claws at your senses. 

“I want you to knot me so hard I feel it for days.” you sob, your hands clutching at her shirt as the words rush out of you, like a river surging past its banks, drowning everything in its path. “I want to feel every inch of you, every thrust. I want you to fill me so completely it drips out of me every time I move.”

Her growl comes immediately, vibrating deep in her chest as her lips skim along your jaw, hot and possessive. One hand slides lower, her touch purposeful, searing. 

“Fuck, Omega.” she hisses. “You’re so pretty when you beg.”

You don’t stop. You can’t stop. Her words fuel you, each one stoking the fire in your core, her need blending seamlessly with your own, leaving no room for restraint.

“Please, breed me.” you plead, your voice trembling as tears begin to blur your vision. “I want you to keep going until I’m so full of you I can’t take it anymore.”

Her grip on your hips tightens instantly at your words, her nails carving crescent marks into your skin as her chest rises and falls in ragged, heaving breaths. 

“You want me to breed you?” she snarls, her voice low and feral. “You want everyone to know that pretty cunt of yours belongs to me? That you belong to me?”

“Yes!” you cry, your gaze locking onto hers with unflinching intensity. Desire blazes in your eyes, bold and shameless now, challenging her to claim everything you’re offering. “I’ll take everything, Agatha. All of you. I’ll be yours.”

The last shred of her control snaps.

“Prove it to me, Omega. Every. Last. Word.” she growls against your lips, her voice shaking with the weight of her need.

You don’t even have time to process her words before her lips crash against yours, fierce and unyielding. Her tongue claims yours immediately, delving deep as if she’s devouring every ounce of your desperation. The kiss is all hunger and possession, leaving no room for gentleness. And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Her teeth graze your lower lip before sinking in just enough to draw a sharp gasp from you. The sting sends a shiver racing down your spine, your breath hitching as her hands begin to roam your body with deliberate intent. One slips beneath your top, her fingers brushing against heated skin as she drags the fabric upward.

“Arms up.” she commands, her voice velvety, demanding obedience without question.

You obey instinctively, trembling as she pulls the fabric over your head and tosses it aside without a second thought. 

Her eyes take on an even deeper shade as they sweep over your exposed skin, lingering shamelessly on the curve of your breasts. Her lips part slightly, her tongue darting out to wet them as if savoring the sight, and the way her gaze tracks your every breath makes your chest heave even harder under her scrutiny.

“You’re just… perfect.” she murmurs, her voice a hushed reverence laced with hunger. 

One hand ghosts over your skin before pinching a sensitive nipple between her fingers, catching you off guard with the sharp jolt of sensation. The other trails downward with intent, her fingers brushing against the waistband of your pants as a wicked smirk tugs at her lips.

“Agatha” you whimper, your voice trembling as your hands pull more insistently at the fabric of her shirt. “Please, I—”

The words die in your throat as her hand slips lower, cupping you through the damp fabric of your underwear. The pressure makes you cry out, your hips bucking against her palm.

“Look at you…” she murmurs, her voice thick with smug satisfaction, the edge of mockery sharpening her words as her fingers press harder, the friction sending sparks through your body. “So wet, so needy… you’ve been aching for this for days, haven’t you?”

You nod frantically, your teeth sinking into your trembling lower lip in a futile attempt to stifle the lustful sounds spilling from your throat. Your eyes are glassy with unspoken pleas, the sheer effort to contain yourself only makes your surrender all the more obvious.

She chuckles darkly, her lips trailing down your neck to your collarbone. 

“Poor little Omega.” she murmurs against your skin, her teeth grazing the sensitive flesh. “But I’m here now, and you’re finally going to get what you need.”

Her hands move quickly, tugging your pants and underwear down in one fluid motion, leaving you completely bare beneath her. The cool air against your heated skin makes you shiver, but it’s nothing compared to the intensity of her gaze as she takes you in.

“You have no idea what you do to me…” she says softly, her voice filled with quiet awe as her hands slide up your thighs, spreading them apart.

A loud moan tears from your lips, your cheeks burning as her fingers trail boldly against your slick heat, exploring your folds with an almost cruel precision, testing and teasing until your breath comes in shallow, broken pants.

“Gods” she groans, her voice rough and strained as she pushes two fingers inside you. The stretch pulls a sharp gasp from your lips, the burn of it melting into a rush of pleasure that has your thighs trembling. Your body clenches around her instinctively, and the sound she makes is a primal, dangerous growl. 

She sets a slow, unrelenting rhythm, each thrust dragging a broken moan from your throat as pressure builds deep in your core. 

“Your body’s screaming for me to fill you.” she whispers, her words dripping with anticipation, almost lost in thought, as if she’s speaking more to herself than to you. There’s a raw wonder in her eyes as her fingers curl deeper, savoring the way your walls tighten around her, imagining how much more you’ll give her.

“F-fuck, Agatha! Please, please I can’t take it anymore!” you cry, your hips bucking against her hand.

Agatha doesn’t waste another second. She pulls her fingers away suddenly, leaving you whining and gasping for relief. With feral growl, she grabs your thighs and pulls you forward, dragging your hips to the very edge of the couch. Her strength leaves you breathless, the suddenness of her movements forcing a sharp gasp from your lips.

“You’re going to take every inch of me.” she snarls, her voice rough and dripping with authority. “Every inch, every thrust, until you can’t think about anything but how good it feels to be mine.”

Her words make you shudder, your head tipping back as your eyes flutter shut, her fingers digging into the flesh of your thighs with a bruising grip that promises vivid reminders on your skin for days to come.

“Look at me.” she orders, her grip tightening further as if daring you to disobey.

Your eyes snap open, meeting hers, dark and wild with need. It doesn’t look like she’s going to let you get away with anything less than complete submission.

“That’s better.” she growls, her voice edged with control as her lips curl into predatory grin. “Now, keep your eyes on me while I ruin you.”

She doesn’t bother undressing fully, her movements urgent and almost frantic as her fingers fumble with the clasp of her pants. She impatiently tugs them down just enough to free herself, the fabric pooling loosely around her hips. The sheer tension in her body is palpable, every motion speaking to a need barely held in check.

The sight of her hard cock steals the air from your lungs. Thick and flushed, a bead of precum glistens at the tip, catching the dim light as she wraps a firm hand around herself, stroking once to spread the slickness. 

The way she towers over you, every part of her commanding and unapologetically Alpha, leaves you trembling in anticipation.

“Spread those legs wider.” she orders, her tone resolute, demanding. “I want to see all of you. Don’t you dare hide from me.”

You obey, trembling as her tip brushes against your entrance, teasingly sliding through the slickness that coats you. Her cock glides up and down your folds, unhurried, pausing just long enough to make you ache for more. She taps it lightly against your clit, drawing a sharp gasp from your lips, before sliding lower, the head pressing briefly against your entrance only to retreat again, trailing back up with maddening slowness.

The deliberate rhythm has you squirming beneath her, every teasing stroke sending shivers through your body. Her cock catches on every ridge, every sensitive spot, heightening the unbearable tension with each pass. 

When she finally aligns herself, her tip presses firmly, and with one slow, unyielding push, she begins to sink in, the stretch immediate and all-consuming, setting every nerve in your body alight.

“Fuck” she groans, her voice thick as her hips roll forward, driving herself deeper. “So warm… so fucking tight. You were made for this, made for me.”

You cry out, your nails digging into the couch cushions as she fills you completely, the heat overwhelming as your body struggles to accommodate her.

“That’s it.” she growls, her hands sliding up to grip your hips. “Take all of it. I want you to feel how deep I am, how fucking good it feels to be full of me.”

She picks up her pace, and the sound of her hips colliding with yours echoes through the room, harsh and rhythmic, mingling with the wet, obscene noises that accompany every thrust.

“You hear that?” she asks, her voice dripping with satisfaction as her nails bite into your skin. “That sound—that’s what it means to belong to me.”

“Ag—oh, fuck!” you whimper, your voice cracking as your head falls back, your body trembling under her assault.

“Say it!” she snaps, her teeth grazing your jaw before biting down hard enough to make you gasp. “Say my fucking name.”

“Agatha!” you cry, your voice pitching higher as her hips drive forward with a ferocity that leaves you gasping for air. Each thrust buries her deeper, the growing swell of her knot pressing insistently against your entrance, stretching you further with every punishing movement. 

The sheer intensity of it sends a fresh wave of arousal pooling between your thighs, the undeniable slickness amplifying the pleasure that teeters dangerously on the edge of unbearable.

“Scream it louder, Omega! I want the whole fucking street to hear who owns you.” she growls, her voice a low rumble as her lips find your neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark.

You sob her name, your nails clawing at her back as she shifts her angle, the new position sending a jolt of pleasure so intense that stars dance behind your eyes.

“You’re taking me so well, like you were made for my cock. Like you were made to be mine.” she groans, her thrusts becoming messier, rougher. Her hips slam into yours mercilessly as her hands slide to the back of your knees, pinning you in place. 

“I’m yours, Agatha. Only yours.” you cry, your body arching into hers, chasing the heat that coils tighter and tighter in your core.

Her left hand slides between your bodies, her fingers finding the most sensitive part of you as she circles it with brutal precision. The wet slap of skin against skin grows louder, the sound mixing with your cries and her deep, guttural groans.

The added pressure on your throbbing clit sends a jolt through your entire body, making your walls flutter and clench around her cock. Her rhythm starts to falter, thrusts turning erratic as her groans deepen into primal, animalistic grunts, vibrating against your neck as her need consumes her.

The knot at her base swells even more, pressing insistently at your entrance, stretching you impossibly wide. The sensation is overwhelming, the perfect mix of pleasure and pain, and you can’t take it anymore.

Your voice, breathless and desperate, breaks through her haze, each word drenched in urgency. 

“Oh fuck, yes! Give it to me, Agatha.” you plead, your hands clutching at her shoulders as your gaze locks onto hers, unflinching and shameless. “I need you to fill me up, please.”

The words obliterate the last fragile threads of her restraint. Agatha’s body seizes above you, her hips snapping forward in one final, devastating thrust that buries her completely inside you. 

The knot locks into place, stretching you to your limit as she comes with a deep, feral growl. Her cock pulses inside you, thick and hot, each wave of her release filling you so completely it feels like it could spill over.

And the sudden fullness, combined with the steady friction on your clit, triggers something deep inside you. The sensation is intoxicating, unbearable in its intensity, and it sends your body spiraling out of control. You cry out as your climax washes over you, violent and unrestrained, your walls squeezing around her, greedily milking her until there’s nothing left to give. 

“Fuck!” Agatha snarls, her voice shaking as your body reacts to her. Her hands grip your waist tightly, her fingers digging into your skin as she rides out the intensity of her own release, her hips jerking involuntarily with each pulse. “That’s it. That’s my good Omega.”

Your hips roll instinctively against hers, desperate to take everything she’s giving you. Her cock, her knot, her cum, her words, her growls—it’s all so overwhelming, you feel like you might pass out from the sheer intensity of it.

“You feel that?” she murmurs against your ear, her voice weak and wrecked, yet still dripping with dominance. “That’s me, filling you. Breeding you. And you’re taking it so perfectly.

Her words push you even higher. Your moans break into breathless cries, and your vision blurs, a single tear slipping down your cheek as the overwhelming sensation consumes you entirely, leaving you trembling and undone beneath her.

Agatha keens softly, her lips brushing against the sensitive skin of your neck as her body finally stills.

“You’re mine.” she whispers, her voice gentler now as her knot remains locked inside you, keeping her warmth exactly where it belongs.

The aftershocks ripple through you both, your body still clenching around her knot as you collapse back against the couch. Her hands roam over your thighs, soothing and grounding, as her lips press a lingering kiss to your temple.

You remain still for a few minutes, basking in the lingering haze of passion as the intensity of the moment refuses to fade. Agatha’s knot starts to soften, each slow shift of her hips pulling a satisfied whine from her lips as she moves, her careful withdrawal drawing a wince from you at the residual stretch. 

The slick, wet sensation of her release slipping free leaves you shivering, a warm gush spilling from your core and pooling beneath you in a sinful mess.

Agatha leans back slightly, her gaze sharp and intense as she takes in the sight of you—completely wrecked, your chest heaving, your skin flushed, and her cum dripping from you. A satisfied smirk curls her lips, and she reaches out, her fingers dragging lazily through the mess she’s made.

“Look at you.” she murmurs, her voice rough with satisfaction. “So pretty. So fucking full.”

You flinch at the overstimulation, your body twitching under her touch, but you’re too spent to move away. Despite yourself, your thighs clench involuntarily, a traitorous reaction that doesn’t escape her notice. She chuckles darkly, an indulgent sound dripping with pride, as if savoring the proof of how thoroughly she’s unraveled you.

Her fingers glide higher, smearing the evidence of her claim over your inner thighs. Her half-lidded eyes lock onto yours, and the insatiable lust simmering just beneath the surface makes your throat go dry. 

“That’s mine, Omega.” she murmurs, her voice low and reverent, each word rolling over you like a caress. “Every single drop.”

Her hand lingers, tracing the sticky trail she’s left behind, and she leans down, her lips brushing a firm kiss to the curve of your hip. 

“Could watch you like this all night.” she purrs, her tone dripping with admiration. “My perfect, ruined little Omega.”

A soft, pleading sound escapes your throat as your hand snakes down to grip her wrist. The longing in your gaze is undeniable, your swollen lips parting as if to say something, but no words come. Instead, you tug her toward you with surprising force, crashing your lips against hers in a kiss that’s nothing short of a necessity. It’s gentle, yet fervent, your teeth grazing her bottom lip as your nails dig into her skin.

For a moment, Agatha freezes, her surprise palpable. Then, as if spurred by instinct, she returns the kiss with equal fervor, her tongue sweeping past your lips to claim you all over again. 

Her hand slides up to cradle the back of your head, angling you deeper into the kiss as she presses her body closer, her dominance bleeding through even in her response.

When she finally pulls back, her mouth remains slightly parted, her breath coming in shallow, uneven draws as she gazes down at you. Her eyes glint with wicked promise, and her lips glisten with the remnants of your kiss.  

“Rest now.” she mutters, her voice softer than you’ve ever heard it, yet still carrying the weight of her authority. “You’ll need your strength… I’m nowhere near done with you.”

[aethermint]

Soooooo who's going to write the ABO Agathario fanfics I have been waiting VERY patiently...

[agathasangel]

Playing House (alpha!agatha harkness x omega!reader)

this is my first time doing anything omegaverse so yeah

warnings: omegaverse, mommy kink, kinda unhealthy relationship, professor!alpha!agatha, innocence/corruption kink, legal age gap, smut

word count: 1778

summary: agatha was your professor, and she took you under her wing. sure she was an alpha, you were an omega, and you had a crush on her and would always try to play house, but that doesn’t mean anything! Right?

You didn’t honestly expect that Agatha would want to be your alpha. Out of the kindness of her heart, she had taken you under her wing. At the time she was your neighbor, and a professor at the local college, which you had attended. You didn’t expect anything more than that.

Your first semester, you lived in a small apartment by yourself. You had made some friends, two betas and an alpha, and you were doing well in your classes. At first. The stress got to you quickly though. Your parents began to fight and told you they were splitting up at the same time as your friends turned on you. Your performance in your classes started to drop as well. You only had one good thing left, and that was your History of Witchcraft class with professor Agatha Harkness.

Agatha was a beautiful older woman who also happened to live on your floor. She was always kind to you and made sure you were okay.

“Hey, superstar. I heard you crying, are you okay? You wanna come over, have some company while you study? I can make you dinner.”

“I- I don’t want to bother you. I’m sorry you heard.”

“No bother at all, I’m serious. I just want to help you. God, this place is so tiny. Mine has a lot more space if you’re interested.” You came over to her apartment and spent a lovely, peaceful evening with her. You felt happy and less lonely. She did make dinner for you, and she didn’t make you talk about your problems. She just sat with you, being there if you needed her.

You would sometimes come over to her apartment just to talk, just to feel you had someone in your corner. You knew Agatha was an alpha, you could smell it on her, but you never discussed it. You assumed your attraction to her was probably not returned, as she had not yet made a move and you were so much younger than she was, and such a mess. You were there more and more, until you practically lived together. You even fell asleep on her couch from time to time and she would take care not to wake you, tucking you in and making some extra coffee the next morning.

Things changed between the two of you, slowly at first. You spent even more time with her, cuddling her and studying together and having fun. Your liked to cook for her, and you thought it was fun to play house a bit with the older, more experienced alpha. It fulfilled a fantasy you had that you didn’t think was possible. But she always played along, and was loving and caring.

“You’re just adorable, baby. You made this for me?” She would say after you surprised her with dinner.

“Of course!”

You also liked to bake, and were quite good at it. You would use your talent to impress Agatha every chance you got, and it worked.

“That’s amazing. You’re gonna make some alpha really happy one day, hon.”

Agatha never acknowledged that you were an omega before. You were sure that she knew, but she never said anything about it. If you were honest, the fact that she was acknowledging it at all excited you.

Agatha liked to show that she could be protective of you as well.

“It’s okay, little one. Mama’s got you,” she would say, possessively wrapping an arm around you as you watched a scary movie. She often referred to herself as mama or mommy and eventually got you to call her by those names as well. One day she suggested that the two of you begin sharing her bed instead of you sleeping on her pull-out couch like you’ve been.

“It might be good for you. Comforting. I know you get nightmares and it might be nice to have mommy to look out for you, isn’t that right baby?”

“Yes, mommy. Please let me sleep in your bed.”

You were adorably naive, oblivious to the alpha’s obvious attraction to you. To everyone else it seemed shameless, the older woman doting on you and constantly being with you. But you just took it as the affection you needed. Her being nice to you, almost too nice. You didn’t seriously think she wanted you like that. But then, you didn’t see the way Agatha stared when you weren’t paying attention, the way she watched you as you slept peacefully next to her. You didn’t know that the real reason Agatha would often shift her body when you cuddled up to her was so you wouldn’t feel her arousal. You had no idea how your scent drove her crazy, and never questioned how she would disappear into the bathroom increasingly often as your scent began to be a permanent fixture of the house. Agatha managed to control herself, knowing she would scare you off if she moved the relationship too fast. But this was killing her. She wanted you more than anything in the world.

Everything changed one day, when you were busy studying for finals. Your last semester you managed to pass, but your grades weren’t great. You desperately wanted to ace this semester and raise your gpa, and you were studying so hard that you forgot something vital.

You forgot to take your heat suppressants.

Shit.

You didn’t know what to do. You couldn’t focus on studying anymore, that was for sure. And Agatha was away. Even if she was with you, would she want to be your alpha? Would she be uncomfortable? You knew Agatha would surely be able to tell.

And oh, she could tell. The second Agatha got home, she could smell it. You were in heat. It was time.

“You okay there, superstar? Need a little help?”

“I- I’m okay! Don’t worry about me Aggie…”

“No. Don’t do that,” Agatha said as she came over to you, “Stop pretending you don’t want me. I’ve been so patient, taking care of you and convincing you and making sure I don’t scare you. And now you need me, don’t you?”

“I didn’t think- I didn’t think you’d want to be with me…”

“What did you think this was then, little one? You didn’t think I wanted you? You didn’t think you’ve been driving me crazy? Of course you didn’t. Sweet, innocent thing.”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. This woman you loved and wanted felt the same way about you. She gently rested her hands on you and propped you up against some pillows. She felt you shaking.

“My poor little girl. Poor baby,” Agatha said, teasingly rubbing her hands on your inner thighs, covered in slick.

“Mommy… please…”

“Baby, I think it’s only fair that you feel what you do to me before I make you feel better. You’ve been such a tease. Feel, baby.”

She grabbed your hand and placed it on the crotch of her pants, her bulge apparent. You rubbed it a bit and she let out a low groan.

“That feels so fucking good baby. I can’t wait to be inside you.”

You whined, growing more impatient. Agatha spread your thighs and rubbed her clothed bulge against your aching pussy.

“Please, mommy! Take me, claim me! I need you to be my alpha, please. Please I want you mommy…”

“Aww, your begging is adorable, baby. Have you wanted me all this time? And you’ve never said anything?”

“I didn’t think… I didn’t think you… ugh…”

“God, you’re so fucking naive. You’re a pretty, sweet little omega. Why would you ever think the alpha you live with wouldn’t notice you? Wouldn’t be desperate to make you hers?”

You had never really thought of yourself that way. You didn’t think you were the type of omega that someone like Agatha would be so completely desperate for. But you were, and she was.

“Make me yours, Alpha. Please.”

Agatha took it slow at first, starting with one finger, as you whined and begged for more.

She added another finger, while teasing you.

“You’re such a sweet thing. You’ve never even had an alpha before have you? You’ve gone this long without being satisfied, just trying to take your heat suppressants and live life on your own?”

And another finger.

“Poor baby. That’s not what an Omega needs. Cute little Omegas like you need an Alpha to take care of them, to own them. You’ve shown me during all these months we’ve lived together that that’s what you need. You keep pretending to be my wife, cooking and cleaning and decorating. It’s adorable, and I knew exactly what it meant. Tell me what you want, baby. Tell me.”

“I want you to be my Alpha! I want you to own me!”

“That’s right, baby. Now that you’re all warmed up, let’s finally start this.” Agatha pulled her fingers out of you and you whined at the loss, but knew something better was coming as she began taking her clothes off. Under her shirt was a lacy black bra, and she unzipped her fly.

“Mommy needs to be inside you, baby. Are you ready?”

“Please, Mommy. Please, I can’t wait any longer! I need your pups inside me!”

“Oh you do, don’t you?” Said Agatha as she entered you, causing a loud, shaky moan of pure pleasure to fall out of you. “You want Mommy to knot you, to fill you up, trapped inside you until she’s satisfied?”

You nodded frantically and begged for more, harder, it felt so good to be filled up and stretched so thoroughly.

“You’re so big, Mommy! It’s so good, you feel so good!”

“I’m gonna stretch you out, little one, you’re gonna be my perfect little Omega fucktoy! Yes, that feels better than I imagined. I’m- baby- is it really okay if I knot you, if I give you a bite, I think I’m about to-“

“Please! Knot me! Claim me! I want to be yours forever, I want your pups, please…”

You felt Agatha growing even bigger inside of you and figured this must be her knot. You have never in your whole life felt a pleasure this intense, and it was intensified as Agatha bit down on your neck as she came inside of you. You gave her a matching bite as she continued to rut inside you as you finally came.

“I can’t believe you’re finally mine. I love you, my little angel. You’ll be so happy with me, I promise I’ll give you the best life.”

[maxislvt]

Teach Me How To Love

Summary: Agatha would love nothing more than to keep you cooped up in her mansion like a pet. Unfortunately, even omegas need to be let out of the house on occasion. Not even she could expect your

Warnings: smut, omegaverse, anal play, blindfolds, alpha!Agatha, public sex, exhibitionism

Author's note: This gotta be the most unethical omegaverse I've ever written in my entire four years of writing fanfiction. I actually heard the gates of heaven close in my dreams.

Growing up on an omega farm prepared you for many things. You learned how to cook, clean, and handle alphas at their lowest. For the longest time, you pride yourself on being the ideal omega. That's all you had. A big number was attached to your name because you knew your place in life. The real world was far different from the little enclosure you'd grown up in. Different in a lot of ways. The real world was big and scary. Alphas with no dignity would do just about anything to get their hands on you. That was a bad difference. 

Agatha was a good difference.

 The real world didn't come with any older omegas or betas to help you get dressed or make dinner for you. The real world gave you Agatha, who paid betas to make you dinner and clean your clothes. Dressing you was a privilege only Agatha got. Helping you get ready for bed was entirely her responsibility. Bathing you, brushing your teeth, and washing your face were her jobs. Then, she would pick out the finest clothes that would keep you comfortable and warm through the night. All you had to do was sit still and look cute. 

Being pampered was amazing, but it made you question your worth. What good was an omega that didn't cook or clean? That was a question you had no answer to and it made you antsy. Agatha had all but banned you from the kitchen and the staff was more than happy to comply. You felt like you were rotting away in the biggest house you'd ever seen. An idle omega was a stressed one, and a stressed omega was unruly. 

Agatha knew that much. She'd rather die than let you have any sort of independence, but a compromise wasn't ever off the table with you. 

"What's the matter, superstar? You're upset." Agatha's thumb ran over the small of your back as she continued studying the documents on her laptop. She watched as you mindlessly nipped and scratched at the pillow beneath you while watching TV. "Come on, tell your alpha what's wrong." A smile spread across her face as you purred and nuzzled her thigh. 

You took a deep breath and inhaled her scent. Affection was a lot better than terrorizing your least favorite pillow. "Mm, I feel useless," You confessed with your face still buried in Agatha's thigh. Even back on the farm, you were never so complacent. Maybe the younger omegas needed help getting ready or older ones needed help with dishes. There was always something to be done. Now you were just stuck laying around all day. "I can't just sit around every day for the rest of my life…I gotta do something." Another long purr came from your throat as Agatha lovingly scratched the top of your head. 

Agatha hummed before she got an idea. "You know, we moved buildings recently and the movers just can't seem to find any of my stuff. I was going to hire someone to redecorate, but I'd love to have your help instead." She squished your cheeks as you perked up. "I don't exactly have a budget or idea in mind, so you can have all the fun you want." 

You were practically vibrating from excitement. "I can do anything I want? Even make my own nest in the corner?" Agatha's nod had you practically screaming with excitement. "It'll be so pretty! I promise you!" You were so enthralled by your new task. You spent the entire weekend putting together Pinterest boards and Amazon lists, totally unaware of Agatha ordering her office to be cleared out for your amusement. 

The following Monday, Agatha woke you up a little earlier than normal to help you get dressed for the day ahead. You certainly didn't approve of her routine, not including breakfast, but Agatha promised to have a big lunch to make up for it later. 

Though Agatha's paperwork had piled high, she found herself adoring the little distractions that came from your presence. Your thoughtful hums and constant shifting of what little furniture she had in her office. She let you have fun until lunchtime rolled around. "Come on, superstar, you gotta get something in that little tummy of yours. I'll order lunch, you take a break."  She patted her lap, signaling for you to sit down between them. 

"Can you order from the fancy sushi place? I like the little green stuff on the side." You wiggled in the space between Agatha's chair and the desk. It was a lot bigger than you imagined it'd be. The smooth glass top gave you a wonderful view of Agatha's face and the panel in front made you feel oddly safe. You were in your own little world. A glass cage for you and no one else. It didn't matter how many alphas or betas walked into Agatha's office, you remained comfortable in your glass prism. It wasn't until a familiar face entered Agatha's office that you perked up. 

Wanda, the woman who initially gifted you to Agatha, had decided to stop by. Crisp black slacks, a partially buttoned red silk shirt, and black high heels to match. She looked professional. Far from the tipsy alpha that had purchased you and had you put in a box as a Christmas present. She smiled and waved at you before looking up to talk to your alpha. Wanda was usually more talkative to you, but someone else made up for her lack of attention. 

Behind Wanda, stood someone a little less professional. The first thing you noticed was the deep red collar wrapped around her neck. Then, you noticed her lack of appropriate clothes.  Her short red hair was a frizzy and uncombed mess, her pajama shorts were a size too small and constantly riding up her thighs, and she had a t-shirt that didn't match and was worn the night before. Sleep had smothered her face, but seemingly disappeared when she made eye contact with you. The smaller woman got down on her knees and crawled right in front of the glass panel. "I didn't know there were other omegas here! Hi, my name's Natasha but you can call me Nat! Can we be friends?" 

Her forwardness had shocked you. You'd never met an omega outside of the farm before, but you were happy. "Hey, I'm Y/N! I would like to be friends!"  You looked up at Agatha and gave her the prettiest pout you could muster, unaware of Natasha doing the same. "Please, I promise to come back for lunch and I won't make a mess!" You purred as Agatha affectionately scratched the back of your head. "Pretty please?"

Agatha sighed and kissed the top of your head. "Fine, but you have 30 minutes and I expect a clean plate after all that running around. Got it?" She slid back her chair and let you run off around the building to explore the building. A content sigh escaped her lips once you left. "Ah, don't give me that look! You gave them to me, what was I supposed to do? Just let them rot in the house all day?"

Wanda chuckled. "No, but it's hard to think that less than a month ago you were shouting at me to take them back and yelling about how unethical it was."  A triumphant hum escaped her lips as she sat down on top of the desk. "You know, my beloved little Natasha could use a role model."

Agatha sighed. Another one of her co-worker's insane ideas that she couldn't say no to. "It better be good or I'm pushing you off my desk." 

Wanda faked offense. "Relax, I'm not saying they have to watch Nat. I'm just saying Nat could use a role model…someone to look up to." She winked at the older woman, hoping she'd catch the hint. 

For a moment, Agatha just stared at Wanda. Then, her brows furrowed in frustration and confusion. She gave herself a few more minutes to think before scuffing and giving up completely. "You and your senseless innuendos, just tell me your stupid little plan!" A frustrated huff escaped her lips. 

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Even after you finished your little decorating spree, Agatha continued bringing you to work with her. It was the fun you needed. Natasha was always there to come up with silly games and drag you to some undiscovered part of the building or Agatha would give you some small task to do as time ticked by. 

Sometimes those tasks were risky, but that was the excitement of it all. If Agatha pulled down her fly and told you to suck, you would simply have to suck. That's what omegas were supposed to do. She'd go on and on about how you weren't supposed to stop even if one of her employees walked in. You shrugged it off as dirty talk, but it got you excited beyond reason. Fortunately for you, Agatha had always finished before anyone walked in. It wasn't until the day you decided to go slower than you realized she wasn't. 

Agatha had a bunch of your hair in a tight grip.  It was the only way she could control your eagerness. She'd push the back of your skull until you had taken the entire length of her cock down your throat. "There we go, superstar. Take your alpha's cock like a good omega." A string of deep moans came from her throat. "Oh, you're so good for me." She was always liberal with her praise. How could she not be when you behaved so well for her? The sounds of you gagging and struggling to swallow her precum made her throb inside you. "You remember the rules, don't stop until I cum, even if someone walks in." 

You nodded as best you could with your mouth full cock. It was impossible to ignore the slick that practically seeped through your underwear. Agatha had offered you her heel to hump again but you were simply too embarrassed to accept it. Instead, you focused on her pleasure, hoping she'd reward you for your diligence. Unfortunately, Agatha had other plans for you. Someone knocked on the door. Before you could pull yourself off of Agatha's cock, her hand pushed you back down her length. 

"Even if someone walks in," Your alpha said through gritted teeth. Agatha kept her hand on your head until she was sure you wouldn't disobey her. "Come in."

"Harkness, Nat wants to see- oh, well isn't this a nice surprise." Wanda chuckled fondly and tugged Natasha forward by her leash. "Well, go on. Say hi to your little buddy." There was a sick pleasure to be found in Natasha's embarrassment. It reminded her of old times. When she and Agatha were younger and could buy a beta prostitute to let out their aggression on. It was more fun with two omegas no one else could touch. "Come on, we don't have all day. Agatha is a busy woman and your friend's busy." 

Natasha nodded obediently and stepped forward. Her nostrils were assaulted by the smell of slick and her own alpha's scent. Her eyes weren't even sure where to look. "I…um." She flinched when Wanda gave her leash another tug. "Hi, buddy," She squeaked with her eyes glued to the floor. "When you're finished…can we play? It's fine if not." The omega nervously played with the hem of her shirt. 

You took a deep breath when Agatha finally pulled your head back to let you speak. Precum and spit dribbled down your chin as you struggled to control your breathing. The fog of submitting had almost completely overtaken your head and you could hardly think. For a moment, you and Natasha locked eyes. Your eyes were cloudy and thoughtless while hers were dark and anxious. "We can…we can play after lunch if that's okay with Maximoff," You said. The second you finished, Agatha pushed your head back down on her cock. 

Wanda clapped, signaling for Natasha to come back to her side. "Well, that's all we came here for. Hope you two have a nice lunch." She extended her hand out for Natasha to hold. "See puppy, I told you! Alphas play with their omegas in the office all the time," She whispered into her omega's ear as they left. 

Agatha was kind enough to let you play after lunch, but she worked you to the bone. If you weren't sucking her off, you were busy humping that damned toy she snuck in without you noticing. You spent hours putting on a show for Agatha and anyone who needed to stop by her office. The attention and praise you once loved had now embarrassed you. You were thankful none of them lingered more than a few minutes. None except for the very last person to visit. 

Monica was always nice to you. If she ever needed to check in, she always had some little toy or a piece of candy for you. She was always quick and efficient, which is why Agatha had always taken a liking to her. That day though, Monica was distracted. Though she never stuttered, her eyes kept drifting down to you in awe. "I hope this isn't too inappropriate, but how did you stretch them out? Darcy and I have been trying for a baby, but she's too tight for me to knot." 

Agatha looked up from the stack of papers on her desk. She affectionately scratched the top of your head. "Well, I honestly had no trouble with them. I wouldn't have a problem teaching you how to stretch out an omega though." A sudden decision, but one she was happy to make. "You know, you weren't the only one to ask me something like that today. Maybe I'll make a company event out of it!" Agatha just continued to dig a deeper grave for your pride. "I mean if you think it's a good idea."

Monica nodded excitedly. "Absolutely! You can't understand how much this means to me!" She leaned over the desk and excitedly shook Agatha's hand. She looked down through the glass desk and knocked on it to get your attention.  "And thank you too for the show!" Without another word, she pulled out a jolly rancher for you and left. 

Agatha pulled back her chair and leaned down to your height and kissed your forehead. "I hope you're ready to put on another show, my little superstar," She cooed before handing you your treat. Agatha watched as the stress and apprehension on your face practically melted as you put the shiny green piece of candy in your mouth. "Awe, is that all it takes for you to give away your body? You're so easy, I didn't know my omega was such a slut."

Though your cunt throbbed at the degradation, you refused to give Agatha another win for the day. You huffed out through your nostrils. "That was your idea! I couldn't even say no if I wanted!" Despite your anger, you leaned into her hand as she cupped your cheek.

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Agatha had given you a break before your little show. That much you were grateful for. What couldn't stand was being dragged around every time she decided there weren't enough toys to showcase. Almost every other day you were dragged to another sex toy and forced to watch as Agatha bought several more toys. She promised some of them were for the house, but that didn't make the process any easier. Especially considering she refused to touch you the entire two weeks leading up to the event.

It almost made you happy to be spread open, blindfolded and tied up for at least a hundred other alphas to see.  

You couldn't tell if it was a blessing or a curse to be blindfolded. There was no way you could commit to it if you could see all the other alphas that were only a few feet away from you, but it made every part of your body so sensitive. You were already soaking wet before the lesson had even started. "Just, don't be mean about this. Please?" You whispered. 

"I will if you behave," She whispered back before giving you one last kiss on the cheek. Agatha turned to look out towards the crowd. A group of alphas, all of the varying experiences and all watching you with bated breath. "Hello, my most prized employees! It has recently been brought to my attention that some of you aren't equipped with the knowledge to properly stretch out your beloved omegas!" She waited for the wave of disappointed whimpers and hums of agreement. "So I thought, what kind of boss would I be if I just let my lovely employees go about like that?"

You tried to distract yourself as Agatha continued to talk to the crowd. It was hard to keep your emotions under control. Even with Agatha gently massaging your thighs. If anything, it just made things worse. All it took was a few minutes for your slick to start leaking out. All you could do was whimper and hope Agatha planned on being gentle. 

"However, as some of you may have seen some weeks ago, my omega has been thoroughly stretched out already. So, we'll have to substitute tonight." Agatha's voice rang out with excitement. She turned to the table behind you and grabbed the roll of purple pleasure tape. Before you had any time to ask questions, Agatha put a wide strip of the tape over your cunt and gave it a firm slap. She chuckled at your surprised yelp and turned away again. "I'll have to be a lot slower but trust the vagina is built to handle a lot more." 

Goosebumps raised over your skin as Agatha walked behind you. You couldn't see her, but you could sense the movements and hear the direction of her voice change. A sharp yelp came from your mouth as Agatha suddenly began groping you. Agatha had already banned you from speaking out loud, so all you could do was whine. She twisted and tugged at your nipples until they pebbled up. 

"Lot of alphas underestimate how important foreplay is. It produces more slick and will make penetration a lot easier," Agatha said as she leaned over to grope your chest.  "Explore your omega’s body, tell them how beautiful they are." She kissed the top of your head and let her hands roam lower on your body. "Oh baby, you look so pretty with your legs spread for me. You're being so good to me." Her kisses trailed down the side of your neck. "I know it's new, but just relax and it'll feel so good." 

You nodded and turned to Agatha for a kiss. The quick peck on the lips you received wasn't what you were hoping for, but it did calm your nerves a bit. One deep breath after the other as Agatha answered questions and prepped the toys behind you. For a while, it worked. You weren't concerned about being penetrated for the first time and let yourself fall into the sea of bliss. It wasn't until you felt some cold, sticky substance spread across your puckered hole that you grew tense again. "Ah!"

Agatha continued to smear lube across your hole until she was satisfied. "Another thing, lube is crucial. Some omegas produce less slick than others and it won't be enough for you to go in comfortably." Your alpha eased one of her fingers inside of you and stopped just as her knuckle hit your rim. "Remember, always go slow. Tearing is a very real possibility and you don't want to risk discomfort." Agatha turned her attention back to you and smiled. "Oh, you're doing wonderful. My little superstar, making me so proud," She whispered before scenting you. "That's it, take a deep breath for me."

You whimpered at the slightest movement. Even though Agatha had stayed perfectly still, you couldn't. Being stretched open hurt, but it felt so good. Your body didn't know what it wanted. "Aggie, help please." A frantic string of whimpers fell from your lips. "I- ah! I can't help it!" 

"I know, baby. I know  Just breathe for me." Agatha used her free hand and pushed down on your abdomen to keep you still. "This is why you must take your time. Move too fast and —" Agatha's explanation was caught off by a loud whine and more frantic whimpering from you. Despite that, she continued to thrust her finger deeper inside. "Omegas can be really sensitive, you have to be careful not to overstimulate them. Even if the results are fun to watch." 

Tears began streaming down your face as Agatha added another finger. She spread them apart in a scissoring motion and continued to drag them in and out. You tried to close your legs, but the pleasure tape wrapped around you kept them spread. "A-alpha please!" No matter how much you begged, Agatha kept thrusting. Your cunt ached and begged to be filled, but received nothing. It clenched around nothing but you still felt an orgasm coming. "Wait, Agatha, I -"

Agatha curled her fingers and gave you one partially hard thrust, but pulled out the second you came. She turned back to you and leaned in. "Just give me a couple more minutes and we can wrap everything up," She whispered whilst massaging your thighs. Her hands worked quickly to clean you up. Careful not to overstimulate you. "Aftercare is always important! It doesn't matter how fast your session may be. Tell them they did a good job and make sure to bathe them, it shows you care." 

Though Agatha continued to answer questions, her attention remained on you. Your brain was too fogged up to hear what they were discussing. The only thing you could focus on was the sound of chairs scooting back and the door constantly being opened. Your muscles didn't truly relax until Agatha took off your blindfold to reveal everyone had left the room. "That was…new," You said through heavy pants. 

The smell of lavender and smoky vanilla filled the air. Agatha began removing the tape. "Oh, my little superstar was such a good little assistant for me." Her lips left soft kisses all over the patches of skin that had been indented by the tape. A comfortable silence fell over the two of you. "Was…was the anal okay? We don't have to try again if you weren't into it." 

You could only laugh at your lover's sudden shyness. "Aggie, I came so hard the tape nearly fell off. Of course, I liked it." You kissed the top of her head and pulled Agatha into a hug. "We can do it again tomorrow night if you carry me to the car."

Without another word, Agatha dressed you and carried you out of the building. 

[our-blood-is-our-ink]

Business Pleasure

Ship(s): Omega!Claire x Beta!Jen x Alpha!Agatha

Claire Debella x Jennifer Barkley, Claire Debella x Agatha Harkness, Jennifer Barkley x Agatha Harkness (implied), Claire Debella x Jennifer Barkley x Agatha Harkness

Summary: Claire's surpressents stop working. Again. And Jen is tired of not being enough.

Word Count: 3.2k

Disclaimer: 18+ ONLY, minors dni

Warnings: smut, general omegaverse shenanigans, fluff, heats, pet-names, praise, degradation

A/N: this is for both @getlostsquidward and @wandakink

I wrote this to prove a point

“Barkley, my office, now.”

Claire fights to make her voice sound even, and as a result, she just sounds angry, but she can't worry about that now.

Not when she's barely holding on to the last bits of self control she has, preventing her from finding the nearest alpha and begging them to take her.

Her hand tightens, knuckles turning white as grips the door frame, hissing as a wave of heat rolls over her.

“Now.” She stresses.

Jen looks up from where she's bent over one of the intern's shoulders, smirking, no doubt having been excessively flirting and making them feel uncomfortable.

“You're the boss.” Her mouth curves wickedly, and she straightens, brushing her side against Claire as she passes her into the governor's personal office, one hand typing away on her phone, as if Claire’s plight is nothing of her concern.

The door slams shut and Claire clicks the lock into place.

“Please tell me you're wearing your strap, the fucking surpressents aren't fucking working.”

Claire turns around, and immediately whimpers as she sees Jen has already taken off her pants, and is now busily unbuttoning her shirt.

“Undress if you want to be fucked so bad.” The campaign manager snaps.

Claire scrambles to obey, tugging at her dress zipper while also trying to kick her underwear off.

When the panties fall to the floor, there's a noticeable wet smack and she flushes with embarrassment.

Jen laughs, deep in her throat, and it makes Claire's knees go weak enough she has to stumble and lean against her desk to steady herself as her pussy throbs.

“Good girl, just bend over a bit more, and I can make you feel better.”

It's not even conscious, the way Claire immediately further bends over and spreads her legs, giving Jen better access and better view to her sopping wet cunt.

Hands find their place on her hips, and Jen presses herself firmly against Claire, her mouth near her ear.

“I need to hear you say how much of a cockwhore you are for me before I can fill this greedy fucking pussy of yours.”

Claire audibly moans, and humiliation rushes through her.

“Please.” She hates the sound of her begging, hates how she needs someone else to take care of her when the shitty over the counter suppressant stops working, hates how much she loves being humiliated like this. “Please, I'm just your dumb cockwhore, I need you in me so bad.”

Jen gives her sides a brief squeeze, before a hand slips, and a few moments later Claire throws her head back, her spine dipping as she arches, thrusting herself backwards to further take Jen’s length.

“Oh, fuck.” She whimpers.

Jen smacks her ass harshly.

“Shut up and take it, you fucking slut.” She growls. “You're so pathetic, just a stupid omega who thinks she doesn't need an alpha and instead begs for her beta, how desperate are you that you'd lower yourself like this, huh?”

Claire whines, her head steadily becoming fuzzier and fuzzier as the haze of her heat settles in, and Jen’s strap isn't even close to filling her up the way she craves, but she's the best Claire has right now.

Her slick is running down her thighs, and the sounds of Jen pounding into her echo around her office, the beta’s low grunts and sharp inhales occasionally puncturing through it, as Claire emits a stream of constant high pitched whines.

“More.” Claire gasps out, tears starting to gather as she desperately chases an orgasm. “Need more, please!”

Jen's hands find her hips again and her grip is bruising, before she cocks a leg onto the desk, and the new angle allows her to thrust deeper into Claire's gushing hole, and it pushes her over the edge.

“Fuck! Yes! Yes! Need you to breed me, want your pups, please, please, use me, fuck, fuck!”

Claire screams as she orgasms, but even as she rides her high, her body is not yet satisfied, and she bucks her hips back, chasing Jen’s strap.

Jen, however, doesn't seem to care, and she pulls away.

“No!” Claire whimpers. “Need more. Please, Jen.”

The governor turns around, with big wide eyes, and slowly sinks to her knees when she takes in Jen’s cold expression.

“I'm sorry, Jenny.” She softly cries. “I didn't- I didn't mean to say-”

She cuts herself off as Jen turns away, and silently opens the door.

Immediately, even through the haze in her mind, Claire has enough of her wit about her to dive out of view, her anxiety suddenly hitting her in her chest, and she's having a hard time breathing.

Her entire office reeks of sex and the scent of her heat Jen could make Claire lose her whole career by opening that door what is she doing what is she thinking Claire's going to fire her if she even is able to hold on to her job long enough to fi-

“I hadn't realized you made a habit of showing yourself off, Jennifer.”

A strong voice carries through the air, and cuts through Claire's panic.

She finds herself relaxing, a warm scent of something smokey crossed with vanilla reaching her.

“Yeah, yeah, shut up and get in here so I can close the door before Debella has a heart attack.”

Claire looks up from where she's knelt on the floor next to the filing cabinet she had ducked behind, and her mouth falls open in shock.

Agatha Harkness, CEO and one of Claire's biggest backers is standing in the room, a very noticeable bulge straining against her pants.

“What the… Jen, what the hell’s going on?”

Agatha's eyes don't leave Claire's naked form.

“Clearly Debella’s in heat.” Jen crosses her arms. “And I can't satisfy her the way she needs to be.”

“Can't fuck her right, you mean.”

Agatha's tone isn't mocking, it's full of wonderment as she gazes steadily down at Claire, causing her to shiver.

For her part, the omega can't seem to tear her eyes away from where Agatha’s hard on is clearly visible, body taunt as she waits for the alpha to show any sign that she'll be allowed to touch her.

The dark haired woman crouches down.

“Would you like that, little omega?” She quietly asks, sending arousal shooting straight through Claire. “Would you like for me to make you feel better?”

Claire's head feels loose as she eagerly nods.

Agatha smiles and leans in.

“Wait.”

Jen’s voice gives Agatha a pause.

“What?” The alpha snaps.

“Maybe you shouldn't. She's not… She's in heat. She can't really give consent.”

Jen scrambles, unsure why now she's suddenly concerned for Claire, but something is pounding against her chest telling her she needs to protect her omega.

Agatha scoffs.

“Everyone knows that if an omega doesn't want an alpha they'll make it clear.”

Jen opens her mouth to argue, but Claire's loud whine cuts her off.

“Need you.” She sobs. “Please, alpha.”

Agatha gives Jen a triumphant look, before reaching her hand out to Claire.

“Come, little omega, if I'm going to fuck you, I'm going to do it right.”

Claire whimpers at the promise, and grasps Agatha's hand with her own, yelping in surprise when Agatha suddenly pulls her up and flush against her, the show of strength making Claire's head spin.

“Alpha.” She cries against the other woman's chest, trying her best to grind her front against where she can feel Agatha's bulge pressing into her.

Strong arms encircle her, and two hands find their way against her bare ass, and Claire gets the message, wrapping her legs around the CEO’s waist.

“You can go, Jennifer. I have it from here.”

Agatha's low voice rumbles from above Claire.

“No. I'm not leaving.”

Jen's voice is firm.

“It's my job to make sure my candidate receives the best of everything, and that includes their needs being met.”

Agatha's muscles ripple as she shrugs.

Claire hadn't even realized the raven haired women had that sort of muscles.

“Just don't expect us to pay any attention to you.”

Agatha carefully bends over, and Claire's back presses against a smooth, cool surface.

“Let go, little one.” She murmurs, and Claire loosens her grip obediently.

The governor watches through half lidded eyes as Agatha tugs at her belt buckle, watches as Jen sighs and walks over, helping the other woman undress faster.

“I don't need-”

“Shut up, Harkness. We both know how this is going to end, and I want in.”

Agatha freezes at that, before slowly turning to meet the campaign manager's eyes.

“I thought you didn't do commitment.”

Jen huffs.

“I do now.”

There's a brief staring contest, before Agatha quirks an eyebrow.

“Well?”

Jen steps closer to Agatha, and tugs at her tie, loosening it, before slipping it over her head.

Agatha grins sharply.

“Good girl.” She praises, and Claire squirms as she watches Jen’s demeanor suddenly shift, becoming flustered.

“Why don't you help me with the rest?”

Claire can hear Jen's soft whimper, and she whines as the beta brushes her hands against Agatha's front, tugging her pants down.

“Patience, precious one.” Agatha soothes. “Jenny's just helping me get ready to fill you with my pups.”

Claire bites down on her lip, preventing herself from inadvertently making another noise, and risking making the alpha upset.

It isn't very long before all of Agatha's clothes are scattered on the floor, and Jen's hand is wrapped around the CEO’s dick, slowly jerking her off.

Claire fights the urge to squeeze her thighs together at the sight.

Agatha isn't necessarily huge but she's certainly thick.

Jen's thumb just barely meets her other fingers.

“Enough.”

Agatha's voice is strained.

Jen immediately lets go, and steps away.

Claire’s lip is bleeding from how hard she's been biting it to keep herself from crying out with need, and she loses the battle as she watches Agatha stalk over to where she's spread out on her own desk, a deep hunger in her eyes.

“I'm going to fuck you so well you won't be able to remember your own name.” The raven haired woman growls.

“Please! Please, alpha, I need you!”

“I know, princess. Keep those pretty legs open.”

Claire shivers with lust as she watches Agatha guide herself to her dripping entrance, and as soon as the alpha's tip brushes against her, Claire lets out an embarrassingly loud moan, bucking her hips.

“I need you.” She whimpers, and she feels her desperation slide down her cheeks, wet, hot tears trailing towards the sides of her head.

Instead of a verbal response, Agatha thrusts herself into Claire with one smooth motion, and the governor's back arches off of the desk as her eyes roll back, silently screaming from how good it feels to finally, finally be stuffed full.

And then Agatha carefully pulls back, before slamming back in, and suddenly Claire finds her voice as she cries out with pleasure.

Again and again, faster and faster Agatha fucks into Claire, making her shout herself hoarse as her pussy gushes around the alpha.

“Breed me, breed me, want your knot, fuck your omega, want your pups, make me carry them, oh FUCK, fu-! Use me as a cumdump, please, please, I'll be so perfect, just use me, make me cum, oh shit, Agatha!”

Claire's so sensitive, her heat having been building up for a while, and this is the first time she's felt an alpha's touch.

She feels like she's electric, and loses count of how many times Agatha pushes her over the edge.

Over and over Claire loses her ability to breathe, to think, to do anything more than laying there and taking whatever Agatha decided is good enough for her, and she's so lost in the haze of pleasure, she doesn't even realize it when Jen climbs onto the desk and places her legs on either side of Claire's head.

“Please, alpha.” Jen’s voice is dripping with need. “Let me ride our omega's face, please.”

“Our?” Agatha hisses, her tone dangerous.

“Yours!” Jen whimpers. “Please, please. I promise I'll be such a good beta for you and Claire.”

There's the sound of a muffled moan followed by wet kissing, and Jen’s core is now firmly pressed against Claire's face, grinding against her, and it's all she can do to stick out her tongue, let alone try to properly pleasure her.

But it seems that it's good enough for Jen, who must've pulled away from Agatha, because her moans are now loud and unrestrained.

Strong hands have a bruising grip on her waist, and somehow, Agatha manages to fuck into Claire even faster, her own moans just as noisy as Jen’s.

“Gonna fill you with my pups, gonna fucking breedy your filthy slutty hole, it's so fucking wet, gonna turn you into my perfect little cumdoll, gonna make you take my knot.” The alpha growls as she pounds into Claire.

The vibration of Claire's own moan seems to be the thing that sends Jen over the edge, and the beta suddenly goes still as she screams out her orgasm, and it's like a domino effect.

Agatha's knot is suddenly stretching Claire open almost painfully wide, and she soundlessly screams as Agatha groans in pleasure, spilling her seed in Claire.

The omega whimpers as Jen moves off of her, the beta hitting to floor hard, her knees weak from her orgasm, but Claire can't seem to focus on the other woman as Agatha gently slips her arms behind Claire's back, carefully sitting her up, her cock still buried deep within her.

Claire's legs once more encircle Agatha's middle, and the alpha takes a few steps back until she's sitting in the desk chair.

“Come here, Jen.”

Agatha's voice has no right to still sound so smooth after what just happened, and Claire whines as she buries her face into the crook of the CEO’s neck, inhaling her scent.

A second pair of soft gently land on her back.

“Claire.”

Agatha's voice is low and quiet, but demanding.

“Jen and I would like to claim you.”

Oh.

Reluctantly, Claire removes her head from against Agatha's neck, and meets her eyes as she worries her lip, a metallic tang filling her mouth.

“I promise, I won't let Harkness parade you around.”

Jen's voice softly says from right behind her.

Claire turns her head to meet Jen’s gaze.

“You… You both want me?”

Agatha's hold on her briefly tightens.

“You say that as if there wouldn't be a line out the door and down several city blocks if everyone knew you were looking for mates.”

Jen smiles, and it's a tender thing that Claire hasn't seen from her before.

It makes her heart flutter.

Admittedly, if she had thought Jen wouldn't have ran for the hills, Claire would have asked Jen to claim her long before now.

Instead, Claire had pushed away her feelings for the pretty campaign manager, well knowing that Jennifer Barkley only does casual flings.

Though in hindsight, the fact Jen has stuck around for more than a couple of years should have been an indicator that perhaps she was more open to the idea of commitment than Claire had originally been led to believe.

She turns back to look at Agatha, who cuts her off before she can even open her mouth.

“I promise, if you let me be your alpha, I won't do anything to jeopardize your career. I am more than content to keep our relationship private.”

Her deep blue eyes are honest.

And Claire does so badly desire someone to belong to, to have someone to be protective and possessive of her, to cherish and love her.

It must be written all over her face, because Agatha gives her a small smile, and brushes a strand of Claire's hair behind her ear before pressing a soft kiss against her forehead.

“Where do you want the marks?”

“She'll want them on display.”

Jen walks around a little, so she's within Claire's eyesight.

Claire flushes.

Jen isn't wrong.

“On your neck then, hm?” Agatha hums. “All anyone else will see is that you've finally decided to claim mates.”

“You're sure?”

The question isn't for Agatha, it's for Jen, and Jen nods.

Claire can feel her anxiety swirl in her stomach, but she can't deny the excitement she's feeling either.

She tilts her head in silent invitation, exposing the side of her neck.

Agatha gives her forehead another kiss.

“Go on, Jen. You should claim her first.”

Gentle hands come to rest on her shoulders, and the scent of citrus and jasmine fills the air.

“It's going to hurt, princess.” Jen warns.

Claire shivers.

“It's okay. I want you. Both of you.”

Jen's right, it does hurt, and it's all Claire can do to keep herself still as the sharp pain races up and down her neck and shoulder.

It's all she can do to keep still as arousal from the pain goes straight to her core, and Agatha groans as Claire twitches around her cock.

When Jen licks at the bite, Claire loses the battle, and she whines, squirming as her floating headspace comes rushing back.

Agatha's chuckle rumbles against where Claire is pressed into her.

“My turn, little omega.”

Obediently, Claire tilts her head the other way, and it's like Agatha's teeth are magnetically pulled towards her neck, and Claire cries out with how harshly Agatha bites her.

To Claire's shock, Jen's hand soothing rubs at her back as she gently hushes Claire.

“Shhhh… It's okay, princess. It's almost over.”

Claire whimpers, but quiets, and Agatha peppers kisses along her neck when she pulls away.

“You did so good for me, precious one.” She husks out.

It's all Claire can do to force herself to nod, before she collapses forward, burying her head back against Agatha's neck.

“Agatha.” Jen catches the alpha's attention. “I'm going to call for the car to pull around.”

Claire's heart drops, and she pulls away, her head spinning, anxiety as always pushing pushing pushing at her.

“How- how are we going to- to-”

“I'm going to clear the office floor by pulling the fire alarm.”

Claire whips her head around and immediately regrets the way it pulls at the marks, causing a fresh wave of pain.

Agatha, however, only laughs.

“I'll never understand why people find you so frightening, Jenny.”

Jen huffs.

“Just because it's an immature move, doesn't mean it's a bad one.”

Agatha grins.

“I believe the headmaster had used the terms ‘adolescent’ and ‘childish’.”

Jen rolls her eyes and starts looking around the office for her phone.

Claire slowly turns back and rests her head against Agatha's shoulder, carefully keeping her breaths even and calm.

She can trust her alpha and beta to take care of her.

It's a new concept, and she still feels overwhelming anxiety trying to convince her to freak out, but Agatha's steady hands tangling through her hair and the sound of Jen rapidly talking into her phone grounds her, and for the first time in many years, Claire fully lets go of her need for control.

Agatha and Jen have everything handled.

Her mates.

She closes her eyes, content.

She's finally no longer alone.

[ilikereadingthisiswhatilike]

Agatha Harkness

Art is not mine.

(X) = Smut

I’ve Missed You @harknessxo (X)   Summary: You and Agatha had a twisted history. She had kidnapped you into Wanda’s distorted reality to make you into her perfect wife. She had you under a spell until Wanda freed you. Wanda promised you Agatha would never hurt you again and helped you find a new home where Agatha wouldn’t be able to find you. You had your little house in the middle of nowhere, where you were safe…or so you thought. (This is also based on the one clip of Rio pinning Agatha to the wall.) Warnings: kidnapping, magical manipulation, manipulation, metal abuse Specials Tags: None

girlfriend killer. @witchesverse (X) Summary: R has had horrible luck in love. Every partners R has dies. R always finds comfort in her friend and neighbor, Agatha. R has no idea Agatha is killing R’s partners so that no one will ever take R away from Agatha. Warnings: kidnapping, manipulation, metal abuse Specials Tags: None

Playing House @agathasangel  (X) Summary: agatha was your professor, and she took you under her wing. sure she was an alpha, you were an omega, and you had a crush on her and would always try to play house, but that doesn’t mean anything! Right? Warnings: None Specials Tags: Omegavers

I’ve Missed You @harknessxo (X)   Summary: Reader hasn't even had her first kiss and Agatha teaches her how to tongue kiss and so much more Warnings: None Specials Tags: None

collateral damage @swiftdove Summary: fter being stranded by your ex-lovers, you've found a new life, hoping to finally move on. unfortunately, fate just doesn't seem to be on your side. Warnings: None Specials Tags: Ft. Rio Vidal

SWEET FLOWER @ellastone-olsen(X) Summary: None Warnings: None Specials Tags: Ft. Rio Vidal

You Should Have Listened @wandamaximoffsbadgirl(X) Summary: Soft Mommy!Agatha Harkness x Mean Daddy!Rio Vidal x bratty!fem!reader Warnings: None Specials Tags: Ft. Rio Vidal

Family Reunion @pandorascripts Summary: Rio and Agatha begin to heal, too absorbed in familiarity to remember just how bad they were for one another. The Road decides to leap out of Rio's control, thrusting their young daughter away from the underworld and back into their lives. Warnings: None Specials Tags: Ft. Rio Vidal

my happiness is all of your misery @witchesverse (X) Summary: you hadn't seen your kidnappers in centuries, but of course, you just had to be summoned right to them Warnings: kidnapping, manipulation, metal abuse Specials Tags: Ft. Rio Vidal

Don't They Know a Rabbit Can't Cry @a-simple-imagine Summary: while travelling the witches' road you're forced to confront the two witches who left you centuries ago without an explanation. Warnings: swearing, choking, knives, nightmares Specials Tags: Ft. Rio Vidal

[infamous-light]

Embers of the Past

Omega! Agatha Harkness x Alpha! Rio Vidal

AO3: Embers of the Past

Summary: While traveling down the witches’ road, Agatha’s heat strikes at the worst possible time. She attempts to suppress it but Rio quickly senses the change in her.

As the tension between them grows unbearable, Rio steps in, determined to take control and give Agatha what she needs.

Word Count: 2.4K

Warnings: Smut, omegaverse dynamics, oral, PIV, G!P Rio

Agatha couldn’t believe it.

Of all the times her heat had to start, it had to be now.

Agatha sat apart from the group, her eyes trained on the flames as they danced and swirled, their warmth mocking the one slowly unfurling inside of her. She shifted uncomfortably, trying to ignore the familiar pressure building low in her gut – an unmistakable need that began to creep through her veins, relentless and urgent.

Agatha clenched her jaw, struggling to keep herself composed, but it was futile. Her body grew warmer with every passing second. The other members of the coven continued to talk, their low murmurs drifting around her, but all Agatha could focus on was the growing intensity of her own scent – sweet and heady – filling the air with every breath that she took.

Her heart raced, panic flickering in the pit of her stomach.

The last thing she needed was for them to notice – especially Rio. This situation was already bad enough but to deal with their strained relationship on top of this? It was too much.

And then it happened – a sharp, audible gasp.

Agatha froze, her body going rigid as Rio’s gaze locked onto hers from across the campfire.

Of course, Rio had noticed – she always did. Her instincts were razor-sharp. Then again, Rio was her alpha. She would sense the first stirrings of her heat before Agatha even acknowledged it. It was only a matter of time before Rio knew, she supposed.

Slowly, Rio rose from her place by the fire and moved toward Agatha, her movements predatory, like a lion closing in on its prey. Agatha fought to calm herself, to mask the unease crawling down her spine, but it was no use. Rio’s piercing gaze was fixed on her, sharp and knowing, stripping away any pretense with a single glance.

In the span of a heartbeat, Rio was at her side.

“You’re not as subtle as you think, Agatha,” she murmured, her voice laced with amusement, cutting through the stillness of the night. The smirk that followed was maddeningly slow, curved with the confidence of someone who knew exactly how to unravel her. In a husky whisper, she added, “I can smell it. You’re in heat.”

Agatha’s heart hammered in her chest, each beat echoing louder in her ears. She kept her gaze anchored on the flickering flames, refusing to meet Rio’s penetrating stare.

“I’m fine.” Agatha said, her tone clipped, but there was no mistaking the tremor beneath her words.

Rio closed in, her alpha pheromones saturating the air, thick and suffocating. The sheer force of it was magnetic, impossible to ignore. Agatha braced herself, fighting against the instinct to flinch – or worse, to lean in, to surrender even a fraction to Rio’s overwhelming pull.

She couldn’t give in – not after everything that happened between them. Not like this.

Without warning, Rio reached out, her hand closing around Agatha’s wrist with surprising strength.

“No, you’re not fine,” Rio said, her eyes darkening with something Agatha couldn’t quite place. She hauled Agatha to her feet effortlessly, the heat of her touch igniting a fresh wave of warmth that coursed through Agatha’s already feverish body. “Come with me.”

Agatha’s lips parted to protest, to demand that Rio let her go, but the words stalled, trapped behind her tongue.

“Give us a moment!” Rio called over her shoulder to the others.

Lilia, Jen, Alice, and Teen looked up, exchanging questioning glances with each other, but no one said anything as Rio led Agatha away from the campfire.

Agatha tried to yank her arm free, but Rio tightened her grip, pulling her closer. The two moved toward the edge of a clearing, where the air carried a crisp, biting coolness. Yet, it did little to soothe the suffocating heat that coiled tightly in Agatha's chest, refusing to let up.

“What are you doing?” Agatha hissed, her voice more snappish than she intended. “I’m not in –”

“Yes, you are,” Rio cut in smoothly, her eyes boring into Agatha’s. “Don’t waste your breath denying it. I can see the struggle written all over you. You need –”

“Stop,” Agatha’s voice faltered. “I don’t need this from you. I can handle it myself.”

Rio’s gaze hardened, a dangerous edge lingering in her words as she stepped closer, her body brushing intimately against Agatha’s. “You’d rather put yourself through all this pain than be with me?” Rio’s voice dropped to a whisper, laden with bitterness. “Is that really what you want? To suffer just to avoid me?”

“I…” Agatha’s voice broke slightly, and she swallowed hard, heart pounding.

The space between them thrummed with a quiet, unyielding tension, and Agatha felt her resolve begin to slip. Rio’s scent – so familiar, so intoxicating – only served to push her deeper into the frenzy that threatened to consume her. She clenched her fists, willing herself to stay grounded, to remain in control, but Rio was persistent.

“You can lie to yourself all you want,” Rio said coolly as she released her grip on Agatha's wrist, only to cradle her face, her thumb brushing along Agatha’s cheek. “But I know you need this. I know you need me.”

Her hands glided down, skimming the curve of Agatha's sides before tightening into a solid grip that yanked her flush against her body. The forceful motion pulled a low, unbidden moan from Agatha’s lips.

“Rio…” She breathed, her voice trembling, caught somewhere between longing and surrender.

Agatha’s breaths were shallow and uneven, each inhale a struggle as her baser instincts clawed their way to the surface. At this moment, she was no longer Agatha Harkness, the formidable witch who had absorbed the powers of countless other witches. No, here, she was something raw, something primal – an omega, driven by an undeniable need, a burning desire for Rio, her alpha.

Her body moved of its own accord as Agatha finally closed the distance, her lips crashing against Rio's in a kiss that was fierce, ravenous, and completely unrestrained. Agatha’s hands roamed over Rio's back, savoring the ripple of taut muscles beneath her fingertips while Rio’s hands, in turn, tangled in Agatha’s long, wavy hair, tugging her even closer, as if there could be no space left between them.

With a deliberate shift, Rio slid her right thigh between Agatha's legs, pressing firmly against her core. A soft moan escaped her lips, only to be caught and swallowed by Rio’s mouth as their kiss deepened, hot and consuming. Agatha's hips instinctively moved, grinding against Rio's leg in a desperate bid to relieve the growing ache – but it just wasn’t enough.

Then, a sudden, unexpected sensation made Agatha’s breath hitch, her eyes snapping down. Something else pressed against her – hard and insistent. Rio's bulge. The realization sent a tremor of longing through her, her desire flaring white-hot. She needed Rio – needed to feel her, to taste her. Without a second thought, Agatha broke from the kiss and sank to her knees, her fingers already slipping past the waistband of Rio’s pants.

“Agatha,” Rio gasped, her voice thick with arousal as she gazed down at the witch kneeling before her feet. “What are you doing?”

But Agatha didn't respond – she couldn't. Her hands shook as she hastily pulled Rio's pants down, freeing the thick, throbbing length of her cock. Agatha barely suppressed a moan as her eyes traced the veins that ran like dark rivers across the surface, leading to a flushed tip, angry red in appearance and glistening faintly under the moonlight. The sight was enough to make Agatha's mouth water. It had been far too long since she’d last seen it, and the memories it evoked came rushing back in an instant. She recalled the way Rio’s cock used to stretch her, stealing her breath, or how it would fill her mouth to the brim, making her jaw ache and burn.

It stirred a deep-seated hunger within her – one she couldn't ignore any longer.

Agatha leaned forward, her lips closing around the head as her tongue swirled over the sensitive tip in a clockwise circle. Her hand reached up, wrapping around the rigid length and stroking in sync with the movements of her tongue. Rio hissed, her fingers threading through Agatha's dark hair as her hips began to move, driving herself deeper into the warmth of Agatha’s eager mouth.

With each thrust, Agatha’s cheeks hollowed, her lips stretched tight around Rio’s girth. A deep heat pooled low in her belly, radiating through her body until it settled between her thighs, leaving her drenched. The wetness seeped through her panties, clinging to her folds in a way that heightened the maddening ache inside of her. Letting the feeling spur her on, she redoubled her efforts, her tongue curling along the shaft as Rio's cock continued to piston in and out of her mouth.

Agatha’s gaze flickered upward a second later, locking with Rio’s. The other woman’s expression was one of quiet satisfaction, her lips slightly parted in a lazy, almost smug smile that made Agatha squeeze her thighs together. She couldn’t help but whimper around Rio’s cock, her body driven by the overwhelming desire to please her alpha. Every movement, every subtle shift of her own body, intensified the urge to give Rio all the pleasure she possibly could, as though it were the only thing that mattered in the world.

Just like her omega instincts demanded of her.

Agatha's lips stretched wider around Rio’s cock, her jaw aching slightly as she worked to take in a few more inches.  Her throat tightened reflexively, constricting around Rio as she took her deeper, more than she had in a long time. Agatha immediately gagged, tears prickling at the corners of her eyes, but she ignored the discomfort. She wanted more – needed more. Her fingers clutched at the firm muscles of Rio’s thighs for support and bobbed her head faster. Each plunge sent her nose grazing against Rio's pelvis, her throat swallowing Rio’s cock down to the base with each desperate motion.

Rio’s moans grew louder, raw and untamed. Her muscles tensed as the base of her cock began to swell, the knot threatening to push her over the edge. Yet, she held back, her hips trembling with the effort. Rio knew this wasn’t just about her release – Agatha needed to be filled, overwhelmed, and utterly claimed.

With one final, deep thrust, Rio pulled out of Agatha's mouth, leaving her gasping for air, her lips slick and swollen. Rio stood there for a moment, panting, her cock glistening with saliva. Agatha gazed up at her, her eyes clouded with pleasure. The look she gave Rio struck something deep within her – a voracious, predatory need to see that expression again and again, to ensure that she was the only one capable of drawing it out.

She hoisted Agatha off her knees, eliciting a surprised gasp from her as Rio spun her around and forced her to bend over, pressing Agatha against the rough bark of the tree. Rio’s hands immediately slid around Agatha’s waist, deftly undoing the clasp of her pants before tugging them down, along with the soaked lace, exposing her to the cool night air.

Agatha's heart thundered in her chest as Rio's presence loomed close behind her, the heat of her body pressing into Agatha’s skin. She bit her lip hard, anticipation coiling tight in her core as Rio lined herself up, the smooth tip of her cock nudging against her slick entrance. With a slow, deliberate thrust, Rio pushed inside, stretching and filling Agatha completely, inch by agonizing inch.

A cry tore from Agatha’s throat, her back arching as a wave of pure, searing pleasure rippled through her. Rio wasted no time in setting a rhythm, her thrusts steady and precise as the head of her cock repeatedly hit every sensitive spot within Agatha.

“Fuck, Agatha,” Rio groaned, her hands gripping Agatha’s waist, pulling her back to meet each thrust. “You feel incredible.”

Then, Agatha felt it – the unmistakable swell of Rio's cock, pulsing as the base began to thicken, the first signs of her knot forming.

“R-Rio.” Agatha’s voice broke into a wanton moan as Rio slowed just enough to ensure she could push deeper.

“Do you feel that?” Rio panted, leaning down, her breath hot against the nape of Agatha’s neck. “It's all for you.”

Agatha’s head fell forward, her forehead resting against the tree as Rio's hips rolled, pressing her knot against Agatha’s cunt. It set Agatha’s nerves aflame with pleasure so sharp it teetered on the edge of being painful.

“That’s it,” Rio breathed, her voice sounding strained. “Take it. Take all of me.”

With one final, powerful thrust, Rio buried her knot deep inside, locking them together. Agatha cried out, her body shaking uncontrollably as the sensation overwhelmed her. Rio leaned in, her teeth grazing over Agatha’s scent gland before sinking into the tender flesh with a sharp bite. Agatha moaned, the sting of the bite amplifying the wave of pleasure that was already coursing through her.

A moment later, Rio released her bite on Agatha’s neck, a satisfied smirk curling at her lips as she admired the red, blooming mark left behind.

“You're so perfect,” Rio rasped, her voice rough as her fingernails dug into the soft flesh of Agatha’s ass. “I knew you'd take it just like this. You always do.”

Agatha squeezed her eyes shut as her orgasm crashed over her, her body trembling in pleasure around Rio’s knot. She collapsed against the tree, her limbs weak and wobbly. Rio followed close behind, holding Agatha in place.

For a long moment, neither of them moved, both lost in the aftermath of their shared release. Finally, Rio let out a shaky breath, her hands moving to rest on Agatha's hips, holding her steady as she began to recover.

“You're okay, my love,” Rio murmured, her voice low and soothing, her thumbs caressing Agatha’s flushed skin. “I've got you, always.” She pressed a tender kiss to the mating bite she had left behind.

Agatha could only nod, her body too exhausted to form words. She felt completely drained, every part of her consumed by the throbbing weight of Rio's knot buried deep inside her womb. It would take time for it to deflate and allow them to separate, but she didn’t care.

All Agatha wanted was to stay like this, bound to Rio, forever.

[xqueen-of-disasterx]

𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐥 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

FLUFF: ❤︎︎ ANGST: ★ SMUT: ꨄ DARK:☾

𝐍. 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐅𝐅

𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒

Burning desireꨄ: fem!reader x Nat

Run Rabbit Runꨄ❤︎︎: fem!hybrid!reader x Nat

Closerꨄ: fem!reader x step-sis!Nat

Favourite ꨄ: fem!reader x prof!Nat

Say yes to me ★ꨄ: omega!reader x alpha!Nat

You’ll be a starꨄ: camgirl!reader x Dads!friend!Nat

I hate to hate to hateꨄ★fem!reader x Natasha Romanoff

Keeping it quietꨄ: fem!reader x dads!friend!Nat

(Un)pleasant surprise pt.2❤︎︎: fem!reader x dads!friend!Nat

(Un)pleasant surpriseꨄ★: fem!reader x dads!friend!Nat

Lonely ꨄ: Innocent!reader x dads!friend!Nat

As sweat as a peach ꨄ: Innocent!reader x dads!friend!Nat

Bad Bunnyꨄ: jealous!Nat x Fem!reader

Out of the woodsꨄ☾: witch!Nat x Fem!reader

Key Wordsꨄ☾: Mob!boss!Nat x Fem!Reade

It’s okay ❤︎︎★: sick!Nat x Fem!Reader

Art Deco ❤︎︎ꨄ: Artist!Nat x Fem!Reader

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𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐑𝐁

Salvatore

𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒

Part: one, two

𝐖. 𝐌𝐚𝐱𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐟𝐟

𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓

Whiskey Neatꨄ: step!daughter!Wanda x Nat x reader

Shot ꨄ ☾: Mafia!boss!Wanda x reader

𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐑𝐁

Step!Mommy!Wanda: one,

Step!daughter!Wanda: one

𝐊. 𝐁𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐏

Every girl gets her wishꨄ: Kate Bishop x reader (maid outfit)

𝐀. 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬

Gift ꨄ: Agatha Harkness x reader

𝐁. 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬

Playing dangerouslyꨄ: Bucky x Nat x Reader

[mrs-barnes-rogers-writes]

A Second Chance Is A Better Chance - Part 12

Marvel AU

Pairing: Alpha Steve Rogers x Omega Witch Reader, eventual ? x Omega Witch Reader and Alpha Steve Rogers X Omega Witch Reader

Summary: Rejected by your true mate at 21, you’ve given up on the Fates and the Moon Goddesses giving you a second chance. Being a Roamer for the last 9 years, you’re an Omega hardened by the world. You’re safe on your own because of your witchcraft, but it doesn’t stop Alphas and plenty of others sniffing around, especially when you’re an unmated Omega witch, who’s wolf also happens to be white, the rarest kind. You don’t need anyone, but why do you keep coming back to Brookville and why do you keep walking into trouble and helping people that you don’t know but for some strange reason feel like family. And where is that smell of apple pie coming from?

Series Warnings: A/B/O, eventual smut, violence in parts, witchcraft, shapeshifters

Chapter Summary: The fight between you and Agatha comes to a head.

Chapter Warnings: Witchcraft, gun violence. death. Also the C word is used.

“Billy Russo, always the second choice aren’t you?”

“Shut your damn mouth Harkness.” Elektra called, now back in her position.

“It’s sad really, every single one of you is damaged goods. You’ve all had the chance for better things and yet you stay here in this sad little town. Tell me Billy boy how is it to always be second to the great Frank Castle.”

Billy moved from his spot to stand beside you.

“Bill, get back into position.” Called Frank.

“Got your attention, did I? You know Russo we always have room for more on our side.”

You glanced at Billy and watched as he tried to contain his temper, nostrils flaring and teeth gritted.

“Second to Castle in the military, second pick for S.H.I.E.L.D task force. Second pick to his mate and wife.”

A deep growl ripped through Frank’s chest.

“Watch your damn mouth Agatha.”

“Ooooo did I hit a little nerve? How are the wife and kids?”

Frank raised his gun at Agatha.

“Frankie, don’t.”

“So what’s this, you two and the witch? Second choice again Russo?”

Billy raised his gun at her.

“Billy, remember what I said.”

“Awww let me guess, shot in the dark, you thought she was your second chance, and she wanders in stinking of rejection, damaged, just like the rest of you and you thought she’d just bend over and present that omega cunt to you both.”

There’s a rumble of growls from all of the pack.

“But you couldn’t save your wife Castle and you won’t safe her.”

The moment the words leave Agatha’s mouth, you smell Frank’s scent change to one of despair  and pure rage, he moves towards Agatha as she smirks and you know you have to act now. If you don’t and Frank goes beyond the shield she’ll kill him. You’re in the air and throwing yourself at Agatha before anyone blinks, she collides heavily with a shipping container with you on top of her, landing with such force you make a dent and shove it back.

You hear yelling in the background and know that Billy and Elektra are close by, gun fire starts and a bullet skims passed your leg. It’s quickly followed by another shot and the sound of a body dropping to the floor. You make the mistake of turning to check it’s a Hydra goon. Taking your eyes off Agatha for a second is enough and her hand is under your cloak and on your ribs as she shocks you with her powers. The shock causes you to release her and your both on the floor in a heap. She quickly tries to get on top of you and you shock her backwards, this time into some crates. She struggles to right herself and with her own cloak stuck on part of the wood, you seize the chance to throw fire at her as you get back on your feet.

Then there’s a body around you and you’re on the floor again, this time Billy is on top of you as bullets ring out. Your between two containers and the fight continues, most of the pack the fighting side of the shield. Bullets fly around, one gets Billy in the shoulder of the bullet proof vest he’s wearing and you reach out in the direction of where you think the bullets came from and throw an electric shock towards it. Although you can’t see, Billy still on top of you, you hear a sound that lets you know that you’ve met the target.

Billy glances behind him and you see a glimpse of Elektra, he nods at her and pulls you to your feet. He pulls you into him, close than he knows he should and smirks.

“Not the time Bill, take a girl to dinner first.” and you brush passed him.

“Oh I’ll feed….” he stops mid sentence as a force throws him backwards. Your instinct tells you to look upwards and Agatha is there on top of one of the containers, her cloak still smouldering. You growl and throw her off the container with such force that she hits the shield and is stunned momentarily.

You turn back and run towards Billy.

His eyes are wide and turning black.

“Billy look at me, fight it, she’s hit you with something dark, fight it, think of the light, think of something good. Beta, I need you to listen.”

Elekta appears at your side.

“Shit, can you save him.”

You nod as you tried to keep control of your emotions.

“Keep talking to him and hold him down.”

Elektra straddles him and pins him down. You bring a smaller shield over the three of you to keep you safe whilst you work on Billy.

“Bill, Billy, I’m sorry but this is going to hurt.”

You pull peppermint oil from your bag and pour it straight into Bill’s mouth, as he fights against Elektra’s hold. Quickly, black liquid pools in his mouth and he starts to choke. You move your left hand in a stirring motion and it changes to a tar like substance. You pull it from his body as you talk in light language and throw it upwards and out of the shield you shock it with electricity and it disintegrates. You look backdown at Billy to see him looking back at you wide eyed.

Elektra climbs off him and pulls him to his feet. You push a recovery potion into his hand and turn to find Agatha, ridding yourselves of the smaller shield. It doesn’t take long as she’s practically in the spot that you left her, only Rumlows helping her up. This time you get a good look at his scarred face. Reminiscence of where a witch had tried to fight him. He caught sight of you and turned to towards you gun aimed. You made the gun hot so it burnt his finger tips, the rest of his hands covered by gloves. He let go of it and as it dropped to the floor you scatter the pieces with magic. You swiped your arm and Rumlow’s body went in that direction, knocking him out as he hit a container and dropped into some crates. When he came around he was met with the barrel of Billy and Elektra’s guns.

Seeing Rumlow tossed aside like a rag, caused a rush of anger to rush through Agatha and she threw herself at you. You stopped her midway with your powers and she pushed back with her own. Agatha pushed herself up into the air to try and push you down into the ground, growling as she pushed more powers at you.

You took a fighting stance as you pushed back harder, your powers glowing a mix of white, silver and gold, dancing around and clashing with Agatha's purple in the air. Managing to push Agatha’s partly back into her, she let out a scream in pain and broke away. Her eyes went wide and she screamed this time in anger and flew at you, manic and powers crackling, she started a spell causing the ground to shake.

You strengthen your stance, trying to stay balanced and gave a push back, causing Agatha to zig zag through the sky. Throwing her against the shield again to buy yourself sometime. You went in your bag and pulled a weed out of. Placing it on the ground close to the shield.

“Custodire terram matrem a malo suo”

(Protect mother earth from her evil)

The weed spread, moving and taking root in the gaps where Agatha had damaged the ground, shifting and moving it until it was level again. Another stem went off and connected itself around the shield, securing it and the town even more.

Agatha pulled herself from the shield and landed clumsily on the floor.

“You! You don’t know what or who you’re dealing with.” She growled.

“Nor do you!”

“You will never beat me OMEGA!!!” She responded throwing random shots of flame and electricity at you. You blocked everyone one and threw some back at her. Yours in a more rapid form that she couldn’t block them all. Her anger and frustration grew and she raised her arms and threw all her energy and power at you. You blocked her and pushed back with your own. Agatha started to speak in light language and pushed back harder.

You pushed again harder this time. Your eyes locked with Agatha’s and you knew this was the final push. Her powers pushing back into her had weakened her. Agatha’s eyes went wide as a single word fell from your lips.

“Reditus”

(Return)

She screamed as you turned her powers against her fully, pushing them back into her chest, along with your own. She rose from the ground electricity flickering through her hands.

“Frank! Get everyone back! Get everyone back Alpha now!”

The slip of Frank’s presentation gave a thought to Agatha and she managed to throw a bolt of electricity at him. You moved one of your hands to block it, partially releasing Agatha at the same time. She shot powers at your chest and although your cloak partially protected you, you were knocked backwards on to your ass. Breaking your hold on her, Agatha charged at you again. Frank moved to help but you held up your hand to stop him.

Agatha hovered over you and used her magic to pull you upwards, both of you now hovering up in the sky.

“You really are pathetic Omega. You think that alpha wants you, if Castle wanted you he’d have you. You’re a disappointment to your kind. A six. A white wolf and you still call a man like that Alpha. You still have that sickening need to be wanted but no one ever wants you Omega and nobody ever will. We could do great things little one.”

You kept your eyes locked on her Agatha as a stray tear ran down your cheek.

“See, you’re weak and you know Omega, you know that I’m right. They’ll never want you, not truly. Their pack will never accept you. Your second chance isn’t coming. Come with me.”

You let out a shuddered breath, the emotions overwhelming. You heard voices call your name.

You allowed yourself to go limp as Agatha still held you both in the air. You broke eye contact with her and looked up at the sky, arms outstretched as you pushed sadness out through your scent.

Agatha used one hand to keep you in the air and the other to send her magic towards you, with your cloak still around you the purple spell drifted up over your body and towards your open mouth. A smug smile fell across Agatha’s face as you gave yourself over to her, the cutting words she’d spouted forcing you to give in. There were shouts from below as the spell began to enter your mouth.

And then it stopped. Your mouth snapped shut and you were the one smirking. Agatha’s eyes went wide.

“No!”

You flew forward pushing back the hand that had pushed the spell at you and grabbed Agatha by the throat.

“The problem with alphas like you Agatha, is you always underestimate us. You always look for the weakness. You never see what makes us strong. What we’ve seen! What we’ve been through. You Agatha, you seek weakness, you see darkness, you see evil. But after everything, after every scar, every bit of darkness, after every bit of darkness to touch me, I see light, I see hope, I see love.”

“You’re weak! Love is weak!” Agatha yelled as she struggled in your grip.

“Love always wins, Agatha, always. Oh and FYI I’m not a six. I’m a fucking seven.”

You pulled on the wound and felt the strength of your sister witches pushing back. Your hair, eyes and skin began to shimmer again and Agatha screamed.

“Noooooo!!!!”

“Agatha Harkness, may the goddesses cleanse you of all evil and be kind to your soul.”

You placed your hand against Agatha’s chest and pushed all of your power into her.

“Dimittere ea quae capta sunt”

(Let go of those things which have been taken)

She gasped and her body gradually went limp in your hands. Powers began to pour from her and you knew they weren’t hers. You could smell and feel the pain of the witches she had taken them from as they released upwards into the sky, a multitude of colours scattered into the clouds. You felt Agatha stiffen and she began to fight against you again, her weakened powers flickering from her hands as she tried to flick them at you.

“May your fellow witches forgive you.” you whispered and you gave her another push of your powers. She yelled out and try to push her own remaining powers back at you. You kept your grip on her and pushed back growling as you did. The force of your powers mixed together. The shield around the town crackled with static energy, as the wind picked up around you and Agatha. A reflection of both of your strength. The wind grew stronger as it formed and twisted around you. There was an almighty crack of thunder above as the wind whipped around you more. Your powers continued to clash and out of the corner of your eye you could see the weed spreading rapidly to protect the shield and the ground around you as it shook. The sky let out another crack of thunder and lightning shot across the sky.

“Vale soror”

(Goodbye sister)

Almighty crack of thunder shook the sky and lightning forked down hitting you both. A blast of purple light burst from Agatha and you were both thrown backwards. Your decent from the sky to the ground was slow to begin with, quickening as you fell. You kept your eyes on Agatha as you slipped downwards, no care or inclination to stop your fall. Watching Agatha disintegrate and scatter into the air was the last thing you saw. You let out a sigh of relieve as darkness enveloped you.

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not to be absolutely batshit insane but omega agatha harkness and alpha rio vidal?

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One Shots

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[xsapphirescrollsx]

Who are you and your fave dressing up as this year? For me this year i'm innocent nurse reader x dark werewolf alpha Cavillrine with a breeding kink

ooh SHIT!

My mind just went 0 to infinity with that zinger you brought! lol

Hmm for me let's see.

Dutiful Teacher Reader x Dark! End Game Steve Rogers he really wanted to volunteer at the school! >:D (hell let's make multiverse and give me some winter soldier too!)

OR

I really wanna be Toxic Death!Reader x Agatha Harkness! Sounds fun!

[hepbaestus]

Thoughts on Glass Onion: A Knives Out Mystery (2022) SPOILERS AHEAD

I just got back from a 7+ hour trip back to my uni accommodation and the amount of Glass Onion tiktoks that I've been getting are astounding. So I'm going to watch it.

All I know about this film is that Benoit Blanc is very gay and is in a relationship with Phillip (Hugh Grant's character). (Is that canon?)

This was filmed during Covid? Nice.

That's the actress for Agatha Harkness in Wandavision!

Oooo she's a governor.

He FAXES??? Jesus Christ, that is old.

Child = NFT??? that's quite hilarious.

Breaking Covid rules? As expected.

I already love Peg.

DAVE BATISTA??? HELLO?

this is the best character introduction to a character.

Dukey? What a cute nickname from his mum.

The breastification of America? What a sentence. (That was also difficult to spell)

Hell yeah, his mum's a badass.

Oooo fancy.

This box is fancy schmancy.

I like their interactions, they seem really human.

I want to meet this Miles Bron. He seems like a fun dude.

"My beautiful disruptors." I love that.

Oh. Of course Miles is dead. Bruh.

Oh no. One of their friends is alone.

I mean, that's one way of opening it that's for sure.

Really? Among us?

Benoit Blanc has a bath fez? That's brilliant.

The old hags playing Among Us is quite funny.

QUIPLASH? AS IN QUIPLASH FROM JACKBOX? hell yeah

Haven't left the bath for a week???

That was Cain's Jawbone on the floor with it's pages missing. Did this fucking man figure out the true way it's supposed to be read?

I love the rubber duckie on the edge of the bath.

No one straight wears a bandana around their neck like that. Or at least none that I know.

The different modes of travel suits each character. Of course she's not wearing a mask.

I don't know if I like the accent.

The reactions to this spray shot thing? Especially Benoit's, you can tell that he's had experience with things in the back of his throat unlike the others.

Oooooo a slap band.

Oh she left Alpha?

Oooo the sad lady again. She's clearly pitted to be the odd one out, probably going to end up being the main suspect or something similar.

The reference to Social Network oml.

AYO?? GLASS SCULPTURES FROM THE SEA

Also the name of the island; Pisceshite. Clearly meaning "piece of shit". I love this film so much already.

The running across the pier reminds me of Mamma Mia

The necklace? Sure dude.

The tension between Miles and Andi? Oof.

Miles looks like he's just in pajamas.

I love Derol. He's just there.

It is just a rich-asshole house.

Oh the slap band is a biorhythm monitor.

Andi's haircut is really cool.

That is very trippy.

I love that the detective has so many questions and stuff about the island.

"Simple children's puzzles."

I'm curious as to what chakra the others got assigned.

Benoit's outfit. Bro that's a homsexual.

Not Jared Leto of all people.

I love this awkward wading in the water.

Benoit's uncomfortableness when Birdie sits way too close to him. Like can y'all not see that he's a homsexual? Look at the outfit for crying out loud.

Dukes is on Twitch? Nice.

So what I'm gathering from this speech is that I would hate all of them if they were real life people.

Evidently, Andi has some seeming common sense of humility.

Of course Duke also got banned on Twitch.

Peg's is just trying to keep her job.

Of course, hiding behind a statue with it's butt just freely showing.

Oh shit.

The superman tattoo on the finger. Nice.

Is that a Ronald McDonald painting series??

The classic red cup

Andi's outfit. I love it.

HE HAS THE MONA LISA IN HIS HOUSE.

The Louvre closed?

Derol's back! My boy!

There's always one that doesn't know the answer. He like me fr.

Claire doesn't like Klear.

Oh shit, Lionel really doesn't like this.

HE JUST HAS THE FRONT OF A GREEK TEMPLE BEHIND HIS DINING TABLE?

IRL Cluedo time

Already starting the game.

Has he already completed it. Jesus Christ, this man is good.

I wonder why people don't tell you the truth anymore .

Of course Take Me Home, Country Roads is playing.

The cool turkey bone brooch thing that Lionel's wearing on his suit. The bone you pull and whoever gets the longer piece is lucky/gets a wish. (That was the worst explanation of it that I've ever seen)

The Mona Lisa's protection thing is going quicker, Miles or someone's about to die. This is where shit goes down.

I knew it

Rip Duke.

Is he choking? Nah shit.

Of course they're trying to cover their own asses.

Now they're going to be moving everything and ruining the scene.

Rip Andi.

That happens at 10 o'clock.

That close-up shot of the Mona Lisa is irking me.

Hugh Grant!!! Man's is just baking for his boyfriend.

Trauma dumping to a random stranger? Like every twitch chat I see.

Why is Andi's body on the gurney and then why is she alive for the party?

A journal since she was six? The dedication of this woman.

Oh wait, sad lady is Andi's twin.

Fuck. No.

Shit so that means both Brand twins are dead.

The good ol' Ted Talks.

I love that Lionel was a substitute teacher before all this shit.

They all betrayed her.

Whiskey has no thought to what she's saying.

She puts on a front.

I love that she's just downing the 9% alcohol.

Serena Williams???

Peg. Poor Peg. Birdie doesn't give a shit about her.

Derol! Turns out he has it.

Ayo what?

Jeremy Renner??

I am confusion.

Oh wait, she's not dead

It's really cool that we're also left out of the story.

That's so cool oh my god!

That son of a bitch.

Fuck bro. No.

Something is going to get thrown at the Mona Lisa and there'll be a camera in it.

That's a cool shot.

Oh shit the hydrogen gas thingy that this entire building runs on!

What a nice fire show!

The car!

I love slow shots where everything is going to shit. It's surprisingly beautiful.

Finally they're on Andi's side.

I like the lil portraits during the credits, very Cluedo style

Overall score: 9.7/10 this is such a good film

Recommendations welcome!

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Selection

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/eJ8Zgcy

by Bookwrym

Every three years a lottery is held. 15 Omegas are randomly selected throughout the US. They will leave behind their homes, families, friends and life once chosen. Once a name is selected, the named Omega goes. Unless someone volunteers in their place.

This is the story of one such volunteer who is now committed to the selection.

Words: 3764, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Iron Man (Movies), Captain America - All Media Types, Blade - Fandom

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: Other

Characters: Tony Stark, Loki (Marvel), Blade | Eric Brooks, Original Female Character(s), Original Male Character(s), Winter Alexander, Thor (Marvel), Jane Foster (Marvel), Clint Barton, Phil Coulson, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Pepper Potts, James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Carol Danvers, Stephen Strange, Christine Palmer, Eddie Brock | Venom, Peter Parker, Mary Jane "MJ" Healy, T'Challa (Marvel), Nakia (Black Panther), Shuri (Marvel), Harley Keener, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Maria Hill, Bruce Banner, Wanda Maximoff, Agatha Harkness, Amora (Marvel)

Relationships: Tony Stark/Loki/Winter Soldier/Blade/OFC

Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Tony Stark, Alpha Loki (Marvel), Alpha Eric Brooks/Blade, Alpha Winter Alexander, Alternate Universe, Bucky Barnes & Winter Soldier are Different Personalities, Bucky Barnes & Winter Soldier become different people, Winter's last name is Alexander, Because of Reasons, Not Beta Read, Not Canon Compliant, My First Smut, Dubious Consent, Graphic Descriptions of Sex, Foul Language

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/eJ8Zgcy

[maxislvt]

If your requests are open, can I request alpha! Agatha x Newly engaged omega R? R has been betrothed to another alpha, their wedding is near. Agatha arrives and realizes that she found her destined omega. Then Agatha will use her power so that the two are together

warnings: omegaverse, a bit sensual at the end

sometimes y'all give me normal requests and then I have not normal thoughts about them

When Agatha was officially crowned queen, she thought she wouldn't have to deal with boring things like balls and coronations. She technically didn't. Smaller kingdoms were happy with some fancy gift and a letter of appreciation, but all her advisors suggested she attend the engagement party held by an equally powerful empire.

Agatha had forgotten how dreadful parties could be when you had no one to talk to. Everyone was throwing themselves at the feet of the alpha and trying to get into their good graces. Lavish gifts and praises were tossed their way over the smallest of things. She was about to fake sick and leave when you showed up.

You were so small and timid. Agatha could tell you weren’t used to the attention. You were constantly twisting the rings on your fingers and kept your gaze focused on the floor beneath you. Most omegas would give a speech or performance after their grand entrance. You simply ran off into the arms of your alpha the second the music stopped — earning a wave of adoration from the rest of the partygoers. Your ears burned bright red and you hid your face from everyone else as your alpha continued talking.

Agatha wasn’t one for rash decisions, but something deep within her brain was screaming that she just had to have you. It was as if your scent was luring her into a trap. You were destined to be her mate. No other omega had such an effect on her. She just had to get you to realize that. All she needed for that was a bit of magic. All Agatha had to do was wait by the drink table.

“Um, are you Queen Harkness?” Your voice was so soft that Agatha would’ve missed it if she hadn’t actively been looking out for it. It felt like you were being crushed underneath her scent. Your body was hot. Of course, you'd developed a bit of a crush on the queen. Between the stories and the handful of times you'd seen her, it was hard not to. "I know you don't normally make appearances at events like this, but I'm honored to have you here." You stiffly extended your arm, hoping she'd shake your hand. Every cell in your body was pulsing and rattling. You worried you'd faint the second she touched you.

Agatha looked down at you with a small smile. "Please, you're going to be in charge soon. Just call me Agatha." She shook your hand and her thumb brushed over the back of your hand. "I'm having a wonderful time here. I was hoping to talk to him, but you're much more delightful." She squeezed your hand affectionately and watched the blush on your face spread to your ears. It was taking a lot in her not to claim you right then and there.

When you opened your mouth to speak, you could only laugh. "Thank you so much! I'm glad you're having fun." You reluctantly retracted your hand once you realized you'd been shaking Agatha's for too long. So many questions were running through your head, but your mouth wouldn't do the work to make them come out. It was just one awkward laugh after the other. "Can…Can I ask you a question?"

The magic. It's always about magic. She'd normally be irradiated by such questions, but you were cute enough to be the exception. "Yes, but I think it'd be better if we talked about it somewhere more private. I'd hate to cause a distraction with it." Agatha watched adoringly as you ran to your alpha for permission. The idea of needing permission to leave didn't settle well with her, but even your alpha seemed confused by you asking for permission.

"The garden is usually empty at this hour but there are plenty of unused rooms if you think it's too cold out." Excitement ran through your veins. Standing still was almost impossible. No one back home practiced magic and your parents had always been apprehensive about letting you study it.

"Well, lead the way." She was shocked to see you grab her hand first. It just felt natural in a strange way. Your hand fit perfectly into hers. Every little thing she noticed just made you infinitely cuter. Agatha couldn't bear the thought of someone else claiming you for themselves. "This is your garden, correct? I heard you help the gardeners a lot."

Your breath hitched as you stepped into the greenhouse. "I was only allowed to help here, but my fiance insists I'm too pretty to be playing in the dirt. Can you believe that?" You clear your throat once you realize how sensitive that information was. "I'm sorry, you didn't ask for all that." Agatha was making it hard to keep your emotions in check. All your emotions seemed to come flooding out. "I think your magic would be more interesting than my relationship problems."

"I wouldn't have asked you to talk if I didn't care about what you thought." The two of you had been talking for only a short time, but Agatha was already obsessed with hearing you talk. "Come on, tell me more about this place. I bet it's more interesting than a few spells I can't let you recite." Her arm wrapped around your shoulders and pulled you close to her. "I wanna hear about these."

You couldn't help but rest your head on Agatha's shoulder. "Oh, all these are gifts from King T'Challa. He and I spent months trying to make these grow here! They're called African Sage. They used to be pink, but I guess all the experiments messed with their color."

Agatha found herself more focused on you than the plants. It's not that she didn't care enough to pay attention, her urges were just constantly bringing attention to your unclaimed neck. Of course, she carried about you and all the science behind how you kept your flowers growing, but it's far from her priority when the only thing between her teeth and your neck is a flimsy piece of fabric she could break with the snap of her fingers.

Magically, it does just that.

Your hands were quick to gather the line of fabric and attempt to put it back on your neck. "I-I'm so sorry. This stupid thing has been slipping off all week, I should've worn a different one. Just give me a minute to find another—"

"No no, it's fine. You can stay." Agatha whispered as she trapped you between her body and the table. She nosed at your neck, taking in your scent properly. "God, you smell even better without that useless thing on." Her lips pressed against the side of your neck. She could feel you shaking in her hands.

It was wrong. You were engaged and belonged to another alpha. No one else should've been touching you like this — but it felt so good. Every inch of your body was on fire. Every ounce of your self-control was focused on not bending over to present right then and there. "Alpha, please," You whimpered pathetically.

The growl that escaped Agatha's mouth was foreign to even herself. It was enough of a wake-up call for her to pull away completely. Her breathing was ragged and uneven. She used her magic to fix your collar and dress as she no longer trusted herself to touch you.

Nearly a full minute passed before you turned around to face her again. Agatha could see every emotion plastered on your face so clearly. Shame, arousal, curiosity, confusion, doubt — part of her hated herself for letting you feel even half of those things.

Despite her best judgment, Agatha reached out to touch you again. This time she tilted your chin upwards and forced you to look her in the eye.

"The next time I have you alone, I will claim you."