#anna hark

[towritecomicsonherarms]

Lo vs Anna Hark from the fantastic Planetary #16 by Ellis, Cassaday and Martin

[evilhorse]

Planetary #16

RIP John Cassaday

[dogsithea]

agatha: you want straight answers? ask a straight lady.

billy trying to emulate her: i’m the QUEER-ent :D

agatha: it’s cringe when you do it.

[cherryberry-sugarandspice]

Consorts and Concubine

Agatha and Anna Marie enjoy you as much as King Magnus does. Whenever he retires early for the night or is too busy doing kingly duties, his women have their fun with each other.

Agatha Harkness uses sex magic. She likes to enhance the sensitivity of your pussy; increasing your wetness, clit throbbing and easily stimulated from the smallest of touches, hole fluttering and squirting without being touched, your hips twitching and bucking desperately

Agatha teases you. Drives you to the edge and pulls you back, smiling cooly at your whimpers and whines. She'll bring you to the point of sobbing, begging to allow you to cum, and she'll playfully think about it before saying, "Give me five reasons why and I'll let you cum."

At the flick of her wrists purple tendrils appear, wrapping around your breasts and spreading your legs apart, tying your wrists above your head. A thick slick tendril pokes at your entrance, before shoving in with ease, your pussy greedily sucking it in. Moments like those are you favorite.

Anna Marie is the opposite of Agatha. She loves to make you cum. Her eyes are glued to your pussy as cream squirts out of your puffy sex, a choking moan heaving out of you.

She'll pump a ribbed dildo in and out of your cunt or her fingers, eager to make you cream again. Your sweat covered body trembling, wanton moans escaping your swollen lips, hips bucking, pussy squirting- oh, she wants all of it and more.

She'll eat you out ravenously for the sweet, delectable taste of your heat. Tongue gliding between your glistening folds and flicking at your throbbing clit. She's desperate for you to cum. For your back to arch off the back, breath caught in your throat, and shaking violently as your pussy squirts.

When having a threesome, you're sandwiched between them, their breasts pressed against your body or face. Anna Marie and Agatha kiss you all over, dragging you around the bed, spurred on by your "oh that feels good!" and "m-more! more!". Hearing your pretty moans drives them wild.

They'll eat you out hungrily, having you stand while Agatha sits in front of you and Anna Marie behind you, their mouths ravaging your pussy

You're on your back, holding your legs open while Anna Marie and Agatha finger you, your pussy wrapped around their talented fingers. They both rub at your g-spot, watching in awe as your cunt creams and froths on their fingers

Bent over the bed, Agatha holding your head up as she pounds deep into your pussy, the dildo she chose to attach to her strap large and ribbed. Anna Marie taps her dildo against your lips, which you open your mouth and suck on the plastic tip

Sometimes they'll double penetrate you, you sandwiched right between them as they fuck your cunt

[edwinspaynes]

Okay. To supplement the women one tag 12 CANONICALLY queer characters you love. For funsies

[whineandcheese24]

how to get away with murder really went off having a black bisexual survivor of abuse as the main character and also the most badass defense attorney in the country

[mswyrr]

I love this genre of actress interview

[activefancaster757]

𝙍𝙐𝙀 𝙎𝙄𝙀𝘽𝙀𝙍𝙏: 𝘚𝘈𝘙𝘈𝘏 𝘗𝘐𝘋𝘎𝘌𝘖𝘕

𝙀𝙇𝙄 𝙆𝙄𝙇𝙇𝙂𝙊𝙍𝙀: 𝘑𝘈𝘊𝘒 𝘖'𝘊𝘖𝘕𝘕𝘌𝘓𝘓

𝙁𝙇𝙊𝙍𝙀𝙉𝘾𝙀 𝙆𝙇𝙄𝙉𝙀: 𝘙𝘈𝘊𝘏𝘈𝘌𝘓𝘓𝘌 𝘓𝘌𝘍𝘌𝘝𝘙𝘌

𝘾𝙊𝙉𝙊𝙍 𝙃𝘼𝙍𝙆𝙉𝙀𝙎𝙎 (𝙃𝘼𝙍𝙆): 𝘑𝘖𝘌 𝘈𝘓𝘞𝘠𝘕

𝙏𝙄𝙎𝙃𝘼 𝙁𝙐𝙇𝙄: 𝘗𝘙𝘌𝘊𝘐𝘖𝘜𝘚 𝘔𝘜𝘚𝘛𝘈𝘗𝘏𝘈

𝙉𝙔𝙊𝙏𝘼 𝙁𝙐𝙇𝙄: 𝘋𝘐𝘈𝘔𝘖𝘕𝘋 𝘞𝘏𝘐𝘛𝘌

𝙈𝘼𝙔𝘼 𝙆𝙄𝙇𝙇𝙂𝙊𝙍𝙀: 𝘚𝘖𝘗𝘏𝘐𝘈 𝘓𝘐𝘓𝘓𝘐𝘚

𝙑𝙄𝙉𝘾𝙀𝙉𝙏 𝙎𝙄𝙀𝘽𝙀𝙍𝙏: 𝘍𝘙𝘈𝘕Ç𝘖𝘐𝘚 𝘈𝘙𝘕𝘈𝘜𝘋

𝙎𝙐𝙇𝙇𝙄𝙑𝘼𝙉 𝙅𝙀𝙉𝙎𝙀𝙉: 𝘍𝘈𝘉𝘐𝘌𝘕 𝘍𝘙𝘈𝘕𝘒𝘌𝘓

𝙈𝙄𝙉𝘼𝙈𝙄 𝙊𝙆𝘼: 𝘈𝘕𝘕𝘈 𝘚𝘈𝘞𝘈𝘐

[snixx]

the most unserious thing the htgawm team ever did was hype up season 6 with the #WhoKilledAnnalise tag and flash-forwards of her funeral while all the episodes were premiering and then reveal in the last episode that she actually died of old age like 50 years later in a time jump lmfao

[moondust-edits]

ㅤㅤㅤ𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗩𝗘𝗟 𝗣𝗔𝗖𝗞 ㅤ– agatha harkness & rogue. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

── 𝙄𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙪𝙨𝙚: 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚/𝙧𝙚𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙜

── don’t clame as your own.

─ credits in @ ᴄᴀᴏᴛɪᴄʜᴜᴍᴀɴ in Twitterㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

[marciliedonato]

You first is my lovely lawfully wedded wife 😌👰

[just-some-random-blogger]

i was reading your fics, and was reading one where daemon is going up against cregan a little bit. i got this idea, cregan giving the reader a direwolf puppy as a gift. daemon makes a snide comment about it and cregan just turns to him, telling him that your enjoying your new pet, and who knows, maybe one day cregan will give you puppies.

daemon seethes as cregan walks away, acting as if he didn't just imply he was gonna breed you.

Puppy Love

Daemon Targaryen x Reader + Cregan Stark x Reader

Summary: Ever since you came of age, you became the jewel of the court and your father turned down proposal after proposal, knowing if the man didn't want your massive dowry, they wanted to claim and corrupt your beauty and kind nature. And the only reason why your father hasn't chewed up the all too friendly dragon prince, was because he was doing most of his job for him. And anyway, your father knew you were too kind to think his attentions to you were anything more than friendly.

Word Count: 2k+

Warnings: Fem!reader, 'too kind' reader, jealous!daemon, smitten!cregan, fluff, typos, etc.

A/N: first of all, i have written quite a few fics were I've added cregan as uh an opponent for daemon so HAHHAH im not sure which one you mean, though I have an inkling it's Wish I Was Her (this is not a p2 of this btw) second of all, /: cregan dumb for giving away a direwolf to some rando dafaq. third of all, i really want do a take on a 'traditionally feminine reader' since i normally dont do that lol so im tryna make reader fit the period more, without making her a damsel in distress. wish me luck Tagging: @pinksirensong @aralezinspace @deniixlovezelda @targaryenmoony

You straighten the brown paper in one hand while you fiddle with the wax seal that was on it moments ago. You snort through your nostrils, beaming at the ink on the the letter, eager to both reach the end of the page, and not wanting the words to end at all.

Daemon, who had been walking with purpose, forgets where he was going along the way when he spots you. You, the giggling lady, sat comfortably on the stone blocks that separated the garden and the hall.

The prince's stoic demeanor melts into an expression similar to yours when you smile at what you were reading. What were you reading? A letter? A letter from-

Quickly, the realization of what kind of letters a lady such as yourself would be receiving that would cause you to giggle like that makes his expression splat into annoyance.

With twice as much purpose, he struts over to you and calls out your name. You immediately avert your gaze, smile widening at the sight of him.

Good.

"My prince," you speak, bowing your head just as Daemon reaches you.

Daemon raises his brows and drops his lips, eyeing the paper in your hand, "a good read?"

You release a chuckle at the expression he pulls, "a very good read. I say Alaric is as good with the quill as he," you point to the paper, "harks to me how good he is with the blade."

He grunts, "Alaric." Where has he heard that tatty name before?

You chuckle as you watch Daemon stiffen. He places his hands behind him, slowly walking to the other side of the block you were sat on, sitting there across you, "which moronic suitor is he again?"

You drop your letter on your lap, tilting your head at the fuming prince, who now had his arms crossed. "Alaric," you start with a chuckle, "is my darling cousin, Anna's, son."

Ahh, Daemon blinks, that's why his name is familiar.

You snort, "he has merely just turned ten and one, your grace."

He clears his throat.

"Do you not recall rejecting my offer to attend the boy's nameday?" you speak through an amused grin.

"I've never cared for namedays," he trails off, crossing his arms.

You laugh. He turns to you because of it. How could he not when your laugh was like that? Your being beams in amusement, glowing like a star. It makes the prince emit a soft chuckle.

"If I didn't know any better," you say in between catching your breath, "I'd you were jealous of a child, my prince."

You catch the small smile on Daemon's face as he pretends to be offended, "and I'd say you've been reading too much."

Very suddenly, you gasp and point at him, making him pull his head back and his expression drop. His concern drops when you say, "is that a blush I see? Ooh!"

Daemon's arms loosen at your words. As if eager to make your words true, he begins to feel his body burn. Damn body.

You gasp the second time before throwing your head back in laughter, "I do say," you sigh, "scarlet suits you well."

Daemon rolls his eyes and shakes his head as he stands from his spot.

"Well, I mean, it is one of the colors of your house."

"Yes," he drops his hands to the side and walks over to you, "and I should well ought to make it your own."

And though Daemon smirks when he says this, your brows furrow at the thought. His vanilla baby.

"It would be pointless to try and convince my father to change anything about our house."

He sighs as you refold your paper, trapping a waxen seal in its center, and move to stand next to him, "in our actual house, I had to argue with him to change our drapes."

"No," Daemon says in shock, as if he actually cared.

"Yes!" you shake your head, "it was terrible! I had to remind him that I was now the woman of the house."

"Oh, that does sound terrible," Daemon huffs, eyes widening. He watches you as you believe in his empathy. He watches as you smile at his disingenuous words. Two beasts rip at him from within.

Normally, naïveté and slow-wittedness were traits that repelled him, especially in its womanly form, as it was drawn from the sheltered nature ladies like yourself were bred into. The dragon in him found this dull and all too conforming. He liked the burn from the whores, who would snarl if you took more than what you paid for.

Yet this personal brand of innocent on you was dizzying to him. One beast wanted to protect the purity within you, while the other wanted to taint it until all remained was him.

"And yes-" you take a moment to continue, "those were my mother's beloved drapes but... they had not been changed since her passing."

Daemon presses his lips together when you turn to the ground with a solemn expression. He does not get a moment to share the semblance of comfort in which he was capable of, because you quickly smile at him the way you always do and comfort yourself, "it is good to remember those who have passed, but they would not want for us to mourn them too long."

For once, he responds with honesty, "they would not, no."

The moment you smile at his words, your attention is taken from the prince.

You are called by a servant, who tells you there is a man waiting for you in the main hall. You courteously thank the servant and turn to Daemon, "thank you for ke-"

"I will escort you to your visitor," Daemon smiles, though not a real one.

You return a genuine one nevertheless, "I am grateful, but I do not wish to bother you, nor take up more of the time you already so graciously offered me."

Daemon takes your hand and pulls you near him with little regard, "you dare dictate what I do and do not with my time?"

You press your lips as you body collides with him.

"As though you were my wife?"

You clench your jaw, unintending to overstep, "my prince, I did not mean for it-"

"Yes, well," he cuts you off, "let us meet this moron who wishes to meet you."

"You know," you smile, "it may well not be a suitor."

Daemon chuckles, "I'm surprised you even caught onto that."

"Well, how could I not?" you chuckle, "when you were just jealous a child!"

He loses his smug expression. He scoffs into a chuckle as you laugh at him. "Oh very good," Daemon rolls his eyes and slowly claps his hand, "I'll give you credit. I did not expect that."

But what he very much did expect was that your audience was sought by a suitor; one large, slobbering dog of a suitor.

Very truly, Daemon's grumbling was merited, for why were you so enamored by the wolf-man and this overgrown rat-pup he bought with him?

He scoffs as you coo at the furry creature for the hundredth time, and for what? For doing absolutely nothing but expose its incompetence to walk in a fucking straight line?

And what's more, for every time the degenerate baby wolf toppled over, you tugged at its master's arm and pointed, leaning into him as you laughed and expressed jovial sentiments over the creature.

The prince rolls his eyes from the armchair he was sat on.

What was so impressive about a dog? There were dozens of strays outside the walls. He could get you twenty right now. A dragon egg should have elicited such a response from you, not this.

"Oh, dear Cregan-"

Gods, dear Cregan, she says.

"-your pup is a ray of sunshine on this chilly day," you speak.

Daemon watches you smile angelically at the large man with muddy dark hair and wiry curls. He watches as the cretin bares his teeth at you like a wolf does its prey, and you mistake it for genuinely, as always.

"If you are cold, my lady," Cregan says, removing the brown pelt on his shoulders, "then allow me to warm you."

Daemon straightens where he was slouched.

You recoil at Cregan's generosity, raising your hands as you shake them, "oh, my lord, I could not possibly accept the clothes on your back."

You watch as Cregan's rosy cheeks pull up with his smile, "then would you prefer I give you one your own?"

Cregan put on his fur again. You open your mouth to speak, but it is Daemon's voice that sounds, "she would rather you fuck off back to the North, dog."

You still at Daemon's words, promptly turning to him with a hardened expression of disbelief, "my prince-"

"And you best take your defective animal with you," he adds, grimacing at the wolf-pup chewing at a ball of wound fabric.

"Prince Daemon," you call tersely.

Daemon turns to you, expression unable to melt with the presence of that oaf on your side.

"Please do not speak for me as though your sentiments and mine own are one and the same," you calmly say.

Daemon scoffs. Cregan chuckles.

You turn to Cregan with a guilty expression, "I apologize on the behalf of ill-contrived words against you, Lord Cregan."

"No, you don't," Daemon quips as he stands, "don't fucking-"

"I appreciate your sentiment, my lady," Cregan ignores the whimpers of the lizard prince, "though you needn't worry yourself, for I am not wounded by words from the likes of him."

"The likes of me?" Daemon sneers as he storms over.

You turn to Daemon, suddenly at your side. Your eyes widen at the fury on his features. You hands instinctively come to his arm when he appears as though he is about to lunge at Cregan.

Cregan watches you do this, watches you calm the hot blooded fiend. Part of him burns in a shade green at your shared familiarity, but he is more amused by the fact you turn to him with a concerned look, nonverbally expressing your concerns that you, in fact, to not want him to pound your prince if he attempts anything. And so he laughs.

Cregan laughs and takes a step back, allowing you to step between them and push Daemon away in return.

Daemon's ire is fueled further, "what, you halfbreed?!"

You grunt as you turn back to Cregan, relieved he was smiling and not partaking in the hotheadedness the other man was.

"Did you fuck your wolf yourself to offer the pup to her?"

You recoil at the grotesque notion. You cannot stop yourself from calling out the prince's name in anger and bewilderment, "Daemon!"

Cregan laughs. It draws your attention. You sigh, "Cregan, I beg your par-"

"No!" Daemon barks, peering down at you, "he's come here on the intent of you bearing his pups, girl, and you'd so readily drop on your knees for him?!"

"He's brought one pup, Daemon!" you quip pulling away from him as you shake your head, "and I have no intentions of keeping the little wolf," you turn to Cregan, "for I have no such capabilities nor capacities to care for one!"

Daemon grinds his teeth. You heave.

Good enough.

The prince finds slight catharsis in your words. His anger does not fade however, because Cregan's grin is as wide as ever.

"Actually," Cregan raises his hands casually, "I have spoken to your father about the pup and he said he would accept it, for I am also giving you one of my servants as an aid."

The two men watch as you perk at the idea.

"Oh!," you gasp in disbelief, "so..." you break into a wide smile, "I can keep the wolf?!"

Cregan laughs as he nods, "and even better, you can name it."

Daemon is appalled by your next actions.

You run and throw yourself onto Cregan, sealing him into a hug for a moment before pulling back in realization your actions were most indecent.

Cregan however prevents you from pulling away too far, hands coming to your waist as he smiles down at you. He speaks with a lopsided grin, "I have been meaning to bring you the pup ever since we spoke about my pregnant wolf when you visited me in the North."

When you what?

"Will your dear Luna not mourn the loss of her puppy?"

LUNA?

Cregan chuckles, pulling his hands away from you, not because he wanted to, but because, between the two of them, he was currently the more amicable in your eyes, and he was not about to ruin that, "I assure you, she will fair fine, as she is preoccupied with three more at home."

You frown, stepping back from Cregan to turn to the pup, not at all seeing the twitching face of your prince, "still... I must not let him be forgotten by her mother and likewise."

Cregan smiles at the sentiment, "you have a kind heart, my lady," he takes your hand, "I would be glad to bring my wolves to your home whenever you want."

You are horrified by the notion, "oh please, it would be much better if I came to you."

Cregan nods, lips in a smirk, "I shall await then."

You seemed to be caught off-guard by the fact you unwittingly just made plans with the Stark.

And you had meant to explain you could not simply agree to his offer, but you were distracted by the string of High Valyrian being spewed into the air, paired by the loud sound of the prince marching out of the room.

[pennylime]

HARK! (I really don't know if this fandom is dead or not lmao)

So, I like, just got into this fandom like 2 weeks ago. I first came across it abt 2-3 years ago, but went "that sounds complicated, I just don't want to get into it." And man do I regret everything. I'm slowly but surely starting to understand things and I love it sm. The brainrot is real guys.

I started like, planning out my own little au, but there's still so many things I'm confused abt lol, but that's part of the fun ig. It's like, I wanna try and stay true to Kay's and Anna's original plan, but I just can't find much abt it. And there's so many things that I don't know that are like, fandom wide accepted. Esp kingdom names lol. But I'm trying, and I'm just having fun with it. Thats the beauty of this au. don't like it? Well, change it, lol, and no one will care.

Okeyyy, rambling overr.

[dogsithea]

everything about agatha’s personality makes sense when you remember that she’s from massachusetts

[cherryberry-sugarandspice]

King Magnus loves his women lined up on his bed, their naked bodies laying on their stomachs and hips arched up, a dip in their back. His pretty concubine right between his consorts, Agatha and Anna Marie, his symbol staring right back at him. All three of his women shift on their knees, wiggling their asses, their pussies dripping, hoping one of them will be the first to be fucked.

King Magnus enjoys this consorts pinning their concubine down and kissing her all over her body; Anna Marie sucking on her breasts while Agatha licks circles around her belly button, you trembling and whimpering for someone to touch your pussy, as you're not allowed to touch yourself. He stands by the edge of the bed, watching as his consorts tease your shivering body.

King Magnus tells his women to behave as they sit on their knees, mouths on his throbbing cock, fighting over who sucks him off. Agatha digs her tongue into his slit, Agatha sucking on his balls, and you licking up and down his shaft. His pretty whores covered in spit and pre-cum, all fighting over his girthy cock.

King Magnus, who decides that he'll please all three of his women at the same time, uses vibrators on them, using his magnetic powers to pump the toys in and out of their sloppy cunts. Their pussies froth on the thick vibrators, which are not as thick as him and knows it's not the same as his cock, but nonetheless helps bring them to their orgasms.

King Magnus who lays on his back while you bounce on his cock, crying out your moans and pussy squirting all over him. Anna Marie sits on his face and leans towards you, licking over your breasts and nibbling on your nipples. After Anna Marie cums, she switches out with Agatha, who squeeze your breasts as she rides the king's tongue.

[the-hugger]

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