#c; agatha harkness

[graunblida]

@salemsbane sent: must you always make things so complicated?

a few beats of silence fall between them where lexa says absolutely nothing. she simply stares at the other witch, green eyes swimming with BEWILDERMENT. " ...i just repeated your plan back to you ! " classic agatha, known for her cunning ways and ability to twist the words of others. the insufferable woman can hatch the most heinous of schemes, somehow convince a person it was their idea entirely, see that they follow through, and then reap the rewards. don't even get her started on the aftermath. " and might i remind you, those were my exact thoughts the first time i heard it! " the look on agatha's face conveys indifference and boredom rather than any form of introspection lexa might have hoped for. unbelievable. " and let me guess, you're going to observe safely from a distance until the 'big moment,' right? "

[laurabenanti]

i love when tragedies are like —

happy birthday, @elssbethtascioni ❤

[caroldantops]

baby, it's cold outside

ship: dark!agatha harkness x female!reader

summary/request:  darkfic; you're invited to agatha's christmas party, but you're afraid to make a move. lucky for you, agatha is more than willing to take things into her own hands.

word count: 3396

dead dove do not eat - this fic contains dark elements including rape/non-con, drugging, hints of victim blaming. proceed at your own discretion.

other warnings: non-magic au, smut (18+), top!agatha, praise, fingering (r receiving), oral (r receiving), light pain play (agatha slaps reader's body once), i think this qualifies as whump, pet names (darling, good girl, baby, and a couple more)

(I genuinely feel like I'm missing some important warnings so let me know if you think there's something i should add here)

masterlist | ao3 link

The wind practically knocks you over as you try to climb up the few stairs up Agatha’s porch. Christmas lights twinkle in the darkness, illuminating the snow that’s gently falling. Your mittens do little to block the cold, hands shaking as you reach up to knock on the door. 

The fog from your breath hangs in the air as the door swings open. Alice greets you with a sweet smile. “Hey, you! You made it! Come in, come in, it’s freezing out here.” 

“Thanks,” you smile, stepping in and sighing with relief as warmth envelops you. “I like your sweater.” 

“Fun, right?” Alice closes the door behind you, posing so you can see her sweater in full. It has a cute silhouette of a witch on a broomstick, being pulled by a group of reindeer. “Kind of a mash-up of holidays. Speaking of outfits, you look amazing tonight.” 

“I think I’m overdressed, to be honest,” you laugh as you shed your coat. You definitely regretted asking Jen of all people for outfit comparisons - she always overdressed for any occasion, and it made you lean towards a velvety black dress. Like Alice, it seems like the other guests milling around are dressed more casual. “Maybe I should just grab my sweatshirt from my car or something.” 

“Don��t you dare,” Jen says as she approaches you. Seeing the sparkly, emerald green dress she’s wearing gives you a bit of relief. At least you don’t stand out the most here. Flying under the radar was usually your go-to. The only reason you even dared come to a party hosted by someone you barely know was from Jen and Alice convincing you that it would be fun. 

Jen soon gets distracted by gossiping with Lilia, but Alice is kind enough not to abandon you. The party is actually pretty nice, despite your initial hesitance to even show up. There’s not very many people crammed into the house - just enough that it feels cozy and chatter fills the space. 

The weather outside starts getting worse through the night, unbeknownst to you as you’re tucked into the cozy library with a few others who prefer the quieter atmosphere. 

Though the night is still young, people have started slowly leaving, claiming that they want to get ahead of the inclement weather. You start to wonder if maybe you should leave a bit early as well, but Alice assures you that if it gets particularly bad, you can stay at her place since she’s much closer. So, you put that thought aside and just enjoy your evening. 

While you’re telling Alice about a weird customer that keeps showing up at the coffee shop you work at, your eye catches a glimpse of the host for the first time tonight as she waltzes into the room. 

Agatha Harkness. The older woman is dressed in a blood-red sweater and simple dress pants, some elegant rings and necklaces sparkling under the light. She’s talking to Jen and Lillia, the former of whom being the reason you even knew Agatha. You’d only talked a couple of times when Jen would drag Agatha along on a coffee run, but you’d always been a bit enamored with her beauty. 

You weren’t even really sure what she did for work - and if your friends knew they’ve never filled you in. All you knew is that she was a very powerful woman, with very powerful connections. Even Jen, who was frankly unintimidated by most people, had to admit that Agatha was a bit scary. 

What Agatha wanted, she got. And if something tried to stop her, there would be hell to pay. 

Alice nudges you, giving you a knowing look. 

“What?” You roll your eyes at her. 

“You’re painfully obvious, you know that right?” Alice raises an eyebrow, a playful smile on her face. “Go say hi.” 

“Well, I don’t want to interrupt their conversation…” The end of your sentence trails off as piercing blue eyes meet your gaze. Instincts tell you to look away, but some unknown feeling overrides that. 

Time seems to stand still as you mull over how little you know Agatha and how much you’d like to know. She regards you, blatantly ignoring the conversation she’s supposed to be participating in. Eyes scanning you, calculating. 

Maybe even hungry. 

With that thought, you’re the first one to break, pulling out your phone to fake distraction. With your gaze now averted, you miss Agatha’s lips quirk up in a smirk. She watches as you turn back to Alice, clearly flustered, and clearly not intending on making any sort of move. 

Lucky for you, she’s more than happy to take things into her own hands. 

“Alice,” Agatha’s booming voice cuts through the noise of the party. Alice looks up as Agatha struts over, boots thumping on the floor with determined purpose. “Would you be a dear and keep those two from starting a karaoke session? They’re both about one glass of red away from breaking into Mariah Carey, and frankly I’d rather risk walking across a frozen lake right now.” 

Alice rolls her eyes, but gets up to go make sure the others behave. Agatha sighs, plopping into the now empty seat next to you. Her nimble fingers trace the rim of the wine glass she’s been nursing. “Jen said you’d be coming.” 

“Oh, she did?” 

Stupid. Of course she did, she told you she would. In your nervous fumble, you reach for the drink Alice got you earlier. It’s remained almost untouched so far, but you’re desperate for an excuse to not talk. 

And, in a true feat of spectacular coordination, you manage to knock it into your lap. 

“Shit!” You groan. 

“Oh, dear,” Agatha juts her lip out in sympathy. “On such a pretty dress too! Come on, I’ll help you clean up.” 

You take a couple of napkins and blot ineffectively at the stain. “It’s okay, this is enough to dry it at least…” 

“Nonsense,” Agatha scoffs, putting her own glass down and standing up. You look at her, puzzled as she just stands there, before you realize she’s expecting you to follow. She starts leading you through the house, down the halls that no guests were allowed in. “We don’t want that to leave a stain, I have a couple of things that should help.” 

“Thank you, Agatha, really,” you say, trying not to analyze all the decor and photos that you pass as she leads you. 

You end up being led down to the basement, carefully descending the creaky wooden stairs. The dwindling party can be heard above you, muffled music and footsteps reminding you that you’re not completely alone with Agatha. 

Agatha shuffles some stuff around, looking through the bins near her washing machine. “Dear, do you have your phone on you? My eyes aren’t great in this darned dim basement light.” 

You turn on the flashlight on your phone and pass it to her, waiting patiently as she rummages around. “Aha!” 

Her grin is illuminated by the light of your phone, and you can’t help but smile - it’s infectious. She motions for you to come closer, turning on the nearby sink. 

“Alright, give me your dress for a second.” 

“What?” Your smile fades, and you recoil back in surprise. 

“Your dress, it’ll be easier for me to clean if you just take it off,” Agatha says, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. She analyzes your face, and you practically see the thoughts turning in her head as your own brain fumbles for what to do. “Here, one second.” 

She grabs a couple of things from a laundry basket - a t-shirt and some sweatpants - and hands them to you. “Switch these out, and then I’ll clean your dress off.” 

You nod, taking the clothing and changing as fast as you possibly can. Your head gets stuck in the shirt for a moment, and you miss the way Agatha’s eyes rake over your bare torso and lacy bra. As your head pops out, she quickly turns her attention to your dress, rinsing it and applying some cleaning product, rubbing the fabric gently in her hands. 

“Ugh,” Agatha groans suddenly. 

“What’s wrong? Not coming out?” 

“No, the stain came out fine, but I think I wet it too much. It’s soaking, you can’t go out in this. I’ll hang it up to dry, but it’s gonna take a while,” Agatha ponders as she grabs a hanger. “You’re more than welcome to just keep those clothes for now.” 

“Oh, okay,” you say, playing with the end of the shirt. You’re resisting the urge to rub your nose against the fabric - even after having been washed it seems to smell like Agatha. “Thanks again.” 

“Of course, sweetheart, I’m happy to help,” Agatha beams. “I’m going to get this dress set up to dry, you go back upstairs and enjoy yourself. I’ll be right behind you.” 

When you get back upstairs, you realize that most of the guests have left. In fact, it seems like it’s just your friends left. Even the neighbors who live just down the street have retired for the night.

Alice spots you approaching and sighs with relief. “There you are! I was trying to find you. I’m going to need to take Jen and Lilia home. They’re in no state to drive. What are you wearing?” 

“Oh, I spilled my drink, Agatha’s hanging up my dress to dry,” you say, clearly embarrassed. Alice, the saint that she is, does not take the opportunity to tease you for being in Agatha’s clothes. 

“Gotcha.” A loud thump comes from the other side of the room, and you both look over to see Jen picking Lilia up off the floor, both of them drunkenly giggling. Alice sighs, “You’re good to drive, right? They live on the opposite side of town from my place, so if you do need me to pick you up on my way back, just call me okay?” 

“Yeah, yeah. I’m fine,” you assure her. “I didn’t get a chance to drink anything before I spilled it on myself. I’m just going to thank Agatha for helping me out and then probably head out.” 

“Okay, be safe. And seriously, call me if you need anything.” 

“I will, I will,” you instinctively reach for your phone to see that it’s charged enough, but you realize you must have left it downstairs. The trio leaves in a whirlwind, and suddenly you’re left alone. 

Well, not completely alone. 

“Good grief, did everyone decide to do an Irish goodbye?” Agatha returns from the basement and immediately makes her way to the kitchen to make herself a drink. She sees you standing awkwardly and nods at the sofa. “Take a load off, honey. Your dress will probably at least be dry enough to wear comfortably in a little while. Might as well enjoy the fireplace while you wait.” 

You hear her humming to herself from the other room, and you gaze contentedly at the crackling fire, curling your legs under you. The wind outside rattles the windows. You gasp as you look outside for the first time in a while. It’s started snowing so hard that it’s hard to see, and you can tell that it’s piling up on the streets. 

“Shit, I should really try to get home,” you start to stand up, but a firm hand is placed on your shoulder, and a warm mug is shoved in your hand. You give Agatha a confused look as she sits next to you, a steaming mug in her own hand. 

“Honey, it’s getting real bad out there. Alice said you live across town, yeah?” Agatha says, eyebrows furrowed in concern. “I think it’s a bit too late to try to start driving. Good thing is, the other ladies probably made it at least back to Lilia’s place by now. They’ll probably huddle up there for the night.” 

“Yeah…How am I going to get home though?” You look at the drink Agatha handed you, realizing it’s not alcohol but hot chocolate, the top foamy with already melting whipped cream. You take a sip, sighing as the warmth fills your body. 

As you ponder your options, you take a few more sips. Agatha wipes the whipped cream that catches on your upper lip with a napkin, and you’re suddenly acutely aware of how close she is. You kind of want to shift away, but your body feels heavy, and the way she’s looking at you has you paralyzed. 

“Stay here,” Agatha whispers, breath dancing against your skin. “You can drive home in the morning once they clear the streets.”

“I wouldn’t want to impose,” you shake your head, taking another big sip of your drink, frowning as you realize you’ve almost hit the bottom. “I can figure something out…” 

“Doubt any cabs are out tonight.” 

“Seriously, Agatha, I appreciate the offer, but I should probably go,” you start to stand up, but are hit with a sudden dizziness, and immediately sit back down. “Woah…”

“You okay, baby?” Agatha asks, but her voice doesn’t sound concerned. Or surprised. 

Your stomach churns a bit. The room feels like it’s spinning, and the lights all suddenly feel way too bright. “I don’t know. Was there alcohol in this drink?” 

“Not a drop,” Agatha answers. 

“I dunno what’s wrong then,” you mumble, your words are slurred. Desperately, you try to put the pieces together and figure out what’s wrong, but everything feels muddled now. 

“Maybe you ate something bad earlier? Here, lay down on the couch, baby.” 

When did she start calling you that? You try to respond, but the words come out too muddled to understand. Agatha guides you onto your back, your head resting on a throw pillow. All of your muscles feel simultaneously heavy and weak, and you need Agatha to guide you down so you don’t just flop like a fish. 

“Agatha,” your word comes out as a strangled whine. “What’s happening?” 

“It’s okay, I’m right here,” Agatha says, her voice deep. She’s hovering over you, and you feel a shudder run through your body as she hits you with that hungry look again. 

Wait. 

The only thing you’ve drank tonight was what Agatha made you, but…she wouldn’t have. 

Right?

If your eyes didn’t feel so heavy, you’re sure they would’ve looked up at her wide in sudden realization. Nevertheless, it seems like she reads the change in expression on you, the shift from confusion to sudden fear. Agatha laughs, low and menacing. 

“So cute. I was almost worried that I wouldn’t even get the chance. But thank god for the others leaving early, hm?” The shirt Agatha gave you is tugged up, and her thumb catches your bra as well, pulling both articles of clothing over your chest in one motion. You try to wiggle away with what little strength you have, but Agatha shifts quickly, straddling your thighs and keeping you in place. 

“Pretty tits,” Agatha says, and you don’t know if she’s speaking to you or herself. 

“Ag’tha.” 

“Shh, darling. Just let it happen,” Agatha’s face hovers over yours, her pupils blown out and dark, and your stomach twists as you realize how much this is turning her on. Drugged and delirious, you’re at her complete mercy. And she couldn’t be happier. “I’m going to take such good care of you. I don’t break my toys. Not permanently, anyway.” 

Agatha’s lips press against yours, and she doesn’t even care that you’re too weak to reciprocate. She grips your chin with one hand to keep you in place, her soft lips peppering your face with kisses. It would be sweet, in any other context. You’re sure that her shiny red lipstick is all over your face, and that it’s leaving a red trail as she drags her lips down your neck. 

Her teeth sink in, and you give up your feeble attempts at fighting it. Agatha must feel you go completely limp (well, more limp than you already were), because she chuckles against your skin as she soothes the bite with her tongue. 

“Good girl. So good when you let me give you what you need.” 

The drugs in your system make it hard to register what’s happening. Agatha’s hands are on you, but you’re unable to keep up with every pinch and grope as she explores your body. A sharp tug of your nipples is enough to give you a jolt of awareness, and you moan pathetically in response, your body betraying you. 

“Oh, you like being hurt?” Agatha tugs again and gives your tit a sharp slap as well. You groan, drool starting to drip from your lips. “Dirty girl. Bet your pussy is fucking wet too.” 

She slips her hand under the waistband of your pants, nimble fingers finding your damp cunt. Her mouth opens in a dramatic gasp. “I was right! You like this, huh?” 

You babble nonsense in response, your no’s coming out incoherently. 

“What was that? You love it? Aw, baby, you flatter me,” Agatha kisses you again, not caring about the trail of drool on your cheek. She pushes her fingers into you, meeting some resistance as you’re not quite wet enough to take her so quickly. Your hips twist as the feeling of her fingers dragging against the walls of your cunt makes you flinch. “Take it, take it like a good girl for me. This is what you wanted, right? You were so obvious, with all that staring and how nervous you got around me. You were practically begging for this.” 

“Don’t…” 

“Found your voice again, it seems. Probably not for long.” Agatha clicks her tongue, shrugging as she shuffles down your body, tugging your pants down enough that your cunt is exposed. She kisses down your mound, groaning as she reaches her prize. Nose nudging your clit, she inhales your scent and moans, the vibrations close enough that your clit throbs in response. “Fuck.” 

All the sensations are reduced to vague feelings as Agatha starts to lick you in earnest. Warm. Wet. Feels good. Darkness clouds your vision as you start slipping in and out of consciousness. Fingers again, prodding at your hole. Thrusting in, curling, working you better than anyone ever has. When did she slip a third finger in? 

“Come on, baby, want you to cum all over my fingers,” She mumbles against your clit before flattening her tongue against it, fingers curling against your sensitive walls again. 

Your body shudders, but you can’t even tell if it was an orgasm. The woman you’ve been lusting after is fucking you through climax, and you’re not even going to remember it. Maybe if you’re lucky, you’ll forget this whole thing. Or at least enough to deny it. 

Because as fucked up as it is, some pathetic, yearning part of you still wants Agatha. She’s drugged and taken advantage of you, yet there’s a part of you hoping that this isn’t a one time situation, that she’ll still want you when you’re fully awake and able to enjoy yourself. 

God, there’s not enough therapy in the world to even start to tackle that, you think.

Suddenly you realize you’re crying, salty tears hitting your tongue as you breathe heavily. Agatha crawls back up your body, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. “Baby, it’s okay, it’s okay. We’re done. You did so, so good for me.” 

“Good?” 

“Yes, very good,” Agatha kisses the tears from your cheeks. She rearranges your clothes so that you won’t get cold, and pulls a blanket off the back of the couch to drape over both of you. The position is awkward, since you can’t really move much, but she manages to squeeze herself into a space where she can hold you. “C’mere, darling. You took that so well. Let me hold you, pretty.” 

“Aggie,” you mumble against her skin when she pulls you against her chest, unable to conjure her full name. 

“Yes?” Agatha hums, stroking your hair. 

“Why?” 

Silence falls over the two of you for a moment as Agatha lets the question hang in the air. You can feel her heart thumping, feel the way her hands stroke soothing circles into your skin. The last thing you hear before you finally fall into a deep sleep is her voice. 

“Darling, I always get what I want.”

[florencebirdsong]

Coven of chaos more like coven of judging you

based on this gif set

[thestarlightforge]

Edit: Tone Tag 😭 I am not yelling at y’all, I’m just exploding in my little gay disabled wandavision young avengers bubble. It’s all excitement/relief/love over here. 😊💙

JAC REPURPOSED WANDA’S CRAPPY RITUALISTIC AMNESIAC STORYLINE FOR GOOD

“JUST PRETEND I’M NOT HERE” JAC SCHAEFFER— 🫠

IT’S NOT TWO KIDS IN ONE BODY, THE HEX INDIRECTLY KILLED WILLIAM KAPLAN, BILLY MAXIMOFF IS REALLY BILLY WITH A REAL SOUL THAT HAD NO HOME—HE’S REALLY WANDA’S SON, TOMMY’S BROTHER

SOME OF HIS MEMORIES GOT MUDDLED AND HE LEARNED TO REPRESS SOME OF HIS MAGIC, BUT HE COULD BARELY EVEN GET OUT CALLING REBECCA “MOM” IN THE KAPLANS’ LIVING ROOM AND HE NEVER REMEMBERED WILLIAM KAPLAN’S LIFE—BECAUSE WANDA’S KIDS WERE REAL AND HERS, WHETHER 45 YEARS OF MISOGYNISTIC COMICS WRITERS LIKE IT OR NOT

“WHO ARE YOU?” “WILLIAM KAPLAN.” “SAY AGAIN?”

“I’M BILLY MAXIMOFF” AND

“I’M NOT THAT NICE” 😭

BILLY MAXIMOFF FELL IN LOVE WITH A BOY, HE DIDN’T JUST TAKE WILLIAM KAPLAN’S BOYFRIEND TO BLEND IN

JAC DIDN’T FORGET ABOUT TOMMY, NO ONE DID—THIS WHOLE THING IS FOR HIM AND HE’S EVERYWHERE

WILLIAM KAPLAN’S LAST WORDS WERE “MOM, LOOK OUT” AND

BILLY MAXIMOFF’S FIRST WORD OUTSIDE THE HEX

WAS “TOMMY” 😭

[revleftshark]

Out of context it looks like two demons are getting married. Or like Agaytha someone married the Queen of the Demon Realm.

[immortalspacelesbian]

So I'm writing Agathario

[maniacace]

deadpool and wolverine, agatha and rio and now eddie and venom.... there has been a specific section of marvel gays feasting this year

[our-blood-is-our-ink]

Desert Heat

Ship: Naga!Agatha x Reader

Summary: It isn't very often your lifemate gets to stretch her limbs...

Word Count: 1.1k

Disclaimer: 18+ ONLY MINORS DNI

Warnings: Oral (r receiving), mommy kink, unsafe heat exposure, sand, bondage, (forced) humping/grinding, bunny kink, possessiveness

A/n: Happy Holloween everyone!!

You lounge back in the lawn chair, a large umbrella casting a cool shade as the battery powered fan blows on your face.

You sip from a canteen, the water not quite hot yet, but past tepid.

You can spot her dark curls in the distance, and you smile as you watch it weave back and forth.

A long, content sigh passes through your lips.

So rarely does your lifemate get to really stretch her limbs like this, and watching her eagerly traverse the warm sand makes the deadly heat worth putting up with.

Her hair disappears, before a cloud of sand is shaken from it, and you're startled into laughter.

“I'm so holding that against you.” You chuckle to yourself. “Rolling around like a toddler.”

You close your eyes as the open air buzzes with heat, drowsing.

“Little bunny should know better than to sleep when they know a predator is around.”

You squeal with shock at Agatha's voice, her tongue gently flicking against your ear.

She throws her head back and cackles, and you half heartedly hit her arm, twisted around in your chair to glare at her.

“Agatha!” You protest. “How did you even get from there to here so quick?”

“Mmm…” She hums, her eyelids fluttering as she rubs her cheek against the crown of your head. “I'm very fast.”

“And silent, apparently.” You grump.

She laughs again, brushing her lips against your exposed skin.

“As much fun as it is to be able to race around,” she says, “I think there's something far more… Enticing sitting so prettily right here.”

Seductiveness drips from her voice, oozing through, and usually, it would be enough to enrapture you.

Usually.

“Not in the sand you don't.” You scold. “Sand gets everywhere, Agatha.”

Smooth, warm scales begin sliding over your exposed legs, and you shiver at the sensation.

“You and I both know I can take what I want without a grain of sand ever touching you, little bunny.”

At her whisper, you have to bite back a whine, shifting as arousal starts to pool between your thighs.

“Agatha.” You warn.

She leaves an open mouthed kiss on your neck, and you instinctively arch into the touch, a short gasp leaving you as you feel the tips of her fangs caress the sensitive flesh.

“Mine.” She hisses, her coils suddenly tightening, making you aware that you're now firmly in her grasp.

“T-the sand.” You stutter insistently.

Agatha growls.

“Fine.” She snaps.

Before you could blink, you're being hoisted by her sheer strength off of the lawn chair and into the air, her thick muscle convulsing as she shifts you about, holding you more safely in her grasp.

“If the next words out of your mouth isn't take me, mommy, I'm taking you back home and I won't let you travel with me anymore.”

The whimper you've been holding back slips through.

“No, I'll be good!” You cry out, knowing her threat is seriously meant. “Take me, mommy!”

Agatha's eyes gleam with her delight, and you find yourself being pulled into their depths.

“That's it, little bunny.” Agatha croons. “Lose yourself to me. You know this is where you belong… In the hands of your predator, helpless.”

You're unable to look away, some unnatural color starting to bleed through the brilliant blue bright eyes that have captured your own.

“‘M your lil’le bun’y.” You slur, fading, dropping.

Agatha’s soft touch sets your body alight, and as she pries your legs open, you relax, trusting the hungry, dangerous look that flashes across her face.

After all, your kind mistress has taught you well.

Little bunnies belong in danger to their betters, to their predators.

To their protectors.

Predator-protector. It had struck you as an oxymoron, initially. An impossibility.

You gasp as Agatha uses her hands to rip your shorts clean in two.

“Mommy!” The plea tears its way from your throat as your cunt throbs with need.

Very quickly, Agatha had corrected your notions of any conflict to her role in your life.

“My precious little one.” Her murmur is sweet, like honey, at contrast to her dark, husky tone.

Her eyes continue to pull and pull, drowning you.

In her eyes, you see the universe, and then fall through the edge, into oblivion.

Into unknown, undone.

Your clothes have disappeared, you can feel how she carefully weaves her body with yours, encasing you with precision, until your chest has been bound in a way that stimulates your burning need, and your bare pussy is against some of the thickest parts of her strong tail.

“Go on, bunny. Make a mess. Put on a show.”

It's not truly an instruction, you couldn't move even if you wanted to, and so Agatha rocks your body against hers, forcing you to grind against her iridescent scales, ripping a moan from you.

“What a good little piece of prey.” Her nose brushes against your ear, her hands beginning to wander, pulling more noises of pleasure from you. “My bunny.”

The utter possessiveness in her voice, the way it sinks beneath you and entraps you to her will – you wildly thrash, trying to get closer to her. Ridiculous as the notion may be, with Agatha literally wrapped around you, the need to be as physically close to her as possible overrides everything else.

A high pitched keening sound is drawn from you as Agatha’s head dips, her coils pulling your legs apart as she lifts you up from where her scales now shimmer in the acrid heat with your wetness, her tongue flicking deliciously against your soaked center.

“Mommy!” Your hips buck, attempting to hump at her face. “Fuck!”

Agatha’s low chuckle sends your eyes rolling, and the short gasps she pulls from you only eggs her on as she eats you out.

It isn't very long before your peak rapidly approaches, but that doesn't phase Agatha, who seems determined to drown in your essence.

“My bunny.” She murmurs against your core as she waits for the shocks passing through your body to die down. “My treasure.”

The adoration makes you whimper, a tear of pleasure finally rolling free.

“Agatha.” You hoarsely beg.

Your lifemate shifts her coils, and she envelopes you into her embrace.

You stay like that for a long while, face pressed against Agatha’s soft chest, breathing in her scent of wildflowers and petrichor, her fingers gently running through your hair.

The air buzzes with silence, the only other sound is your soft breathing that matches your lover's.

A yawn eventually grips you, and Agatha sighs.

“Come, dear.” She softly croons. “Let's get you settled for a nap.”

“Mmm… Okay…” You drowsily agree.

Agatha’s smile is pressed against your forehead as she gently kisses you, and you let out a content sigh of your own.

“Will you stay and cuddle?” You slur out as Agatha starts slithering with you still being held in her arms.

“Of course. Anything you want, superstar.”

You smile.

[mutantmuses]

" When will it end ? " Agatha asked while she looked at Rio. Her eyes soon lowered as she knew that was she was the one who was still angry and hurt. But she also knew that death had been following her for so long now. "Doesn't it get tiring for you?" Her voice was low as she spoke. "Waiting for the day I finally die?" A small smirk then formed on her lips as she closed her eyes and thought to herself for a moment.

When she opened her eyes she looked at Rio once again. "It's almost like an excuse by this point." Pushing herself off the tree she slowly walked over to Rio, closing the gap between the two of them. "You say you come to see if I have died yet so you can have my body but really..." Slowly Agatha ran her fingers through Rio's hair. "You come because you still love me."

There was a moment where Agatha only saw the person she had loved for so long, the person she felt she could never live without. But then she remembered what Rio had done to her. Pulling her hand back she backed up a little, feeling the pain and hurt all over again. "I did everything you asked of me. I gave you bodies left and right." Feeling the anger build up inside of her once more she found herself unable to stop herself.

" I loved you ! I worshipped you ! I did everything you wanted and more! Just so you could turn around and take everything from me. Not only did my son died that day but so did my love for you and everything else I held so dear. "

----> @lumiroleplays <3

[liigamentum]

OPEN RP | Muse: Ultron

"... So... Anyone care to explain to me why witches and wizards are a thing, now? You know what... forget I said anything." Ultron was staring right at this one, with red eyes so heated; a simmering rage beneath them.

[laurabenanti]

"Agatha, am I killing this boy so my brother can live?"

[caroldantops]

fuzzy pink handcuffs

ship: agatha harkness x rio vidal x reader

summary/request:  you and rio poke the bear.

word count: 2k

notes: reader has a vagina, referred to with gender neutral pronouns

warnings: smut (18+), roleplaying, dom!agatha, switch!rio (but mainly sub here), sub!reader, also brat!reader and rio, manhandling, magic as bondage, spanking, fingering (R receiving), voyeurism (rio likes to watch :3), orgasm denial

masterlist | ao3 link

“No.”

“But, Agatha--”

“Absolutely not. And don’t even start giving me those sad, puppy eyes,” Agatha points a finger accusingly at you. You resist the urge to nip her finger, instead ignoring her order completely and giving her those aforementioned puppy eyes. “You’re such a spoiled brat, you know that?”

“Whose fault is that?” You grin knowingly.

Agatha whips around to face Rio, who’s watching this argument with great amusement plastered on her face. The other woman is nestled back into her favorite chair, enjoying the show as Agatha gets more and more flustered.

“This is all your fault.”

Rio raises her hands up, chuckling at her lover’s anger. “Hey, I’m not the one who was having Criminal Minds fantasies.”

“You’re the one who told them about it!” Agatha throws her hands up in defeat, flopping back on the couch and pouting.

She wasn’t wrong about that fact. After Agatha had successfully escaped the Westview Hex and reunited with you and Rio, Rio so kindly recalled the little roleplay that you missed. The thought of your lover as a gruff, brooding detective immediately had your mind racing with possibilities.

Unfortunately, Agatha was being rather resistant to all the ideas you had.

“C’mon, sweetheart,” Rio stood up from her seat, crossing the room to cup Agatha’s face. Agatha sneers at her, but doesn’t pull away. “Don’t you think it would be fun?”

You decide to join Rio’s new method of persuasion, getting up from your own seat and kneeling in front of Agatha. Rio sits beside Agatha to give you more room, while she watches as you rest your chin on her knee, looking up at her through your lashes.

“Just this once, then I’ll shut up about it forever!” You plead.

“Why do you even want this so bad?” Agatha questions, but you can tell by the way she’s analyzing your face that she’s letting her guard down. “Even for you, this begging is pretty pathetic.”

“I just think the idea sounds hot,” you mumble, pressing your lips against her leg softly. “Seeing you in a cute flannel, all rugged and tough looking for clues. Interrogating a very stubborn suspect who just won’t talk. Figuring out a way to make them talk.”

“You talk plenty,” Agatha scoffs, but her breath is unsteady.

“Not when I’m hiding information, Detective Harkness.”

“Might as well quit pretending you’re not into this, Agatha,” Rio kisses her cheek, earning a glare. She ignores it and trails kisses down Agatha’s jawline, enjoying the way her breath hitches. “If your head were clearer, you would’ve fucked me right there in that office. Wouldn’t you have?”

“No, I have a semblance of self-control, unlike you two.”

“Liar,” Rio and you say in unison.

Agatha scoffs, turning her face away from us both. The flush on her cheeks stands out on her pale skin, betraying her feigned indifference. “One of you is already on your knees for me. Think I’m still winning that fight.”

You pout up at her, deciding to risk it all by kissing up Agatha’s clothed thighs. Even with the barrier of fabric, the contact is enough to make Agatha spread her legs for you. Exactly the leverage you needed. Inching closer and closer to her center, her eyes finally daring to look at you. Rio’s hand comes to the back of your head, and you know that you’re both thinking the same thing.

Right as you plant a kiss over Agatha’s clothed cunt, Rio tugs your head back.

“Fuck. You.” Agatha grits her teeth, hand darting out to pull your head back against her, but you move swiftly out of her grasp. “You are both such brats.”

“We’re just ‘poking the bear,’ honey.”

“Consider the bear throroughly poked,” Agatha’s voice deepens, eyes dark as she considers her two troublemakers. “We’re going to do this my way, got it?”

“So, that’s a yes?” You climb up to kiss her, but she catches you with a hand on your throat, not choking but firm enough to push you back from her face.

“You don’t touch a decorated detective without permission, kid. Watch yourself.”

Eyes darting from Agatha’s steely glare to Rio’s excited grin, you swallow, telling yourself this is exactly what you asked for.

“Yes, Detective Harkness.”

---

The metal chair is cold against your bare thighs, your dress riding up as you squirm. Agatha’s office serves as your interrogation room - a folding table dug up from her storage in front of you, purple magic encircling your wrists and pinning them down against it.

(Agatha did not want to use your suggestion of fuzzy pink handcuffs that Jen gave you as a gag gift. She practically seemed offended that you even suggested it.)

“How long is she going to take?”

Your eyes dart over to Rio, sitting on the antique chaise, hands similarly bound by Agatha’s magic, resting in her lap. She’s dressed in a smart looking white button down, and tailored black dress pants. Agatha was serious about doing things her way - and the two of you were completely at her mercy.

Heavy boots stomp through the hallway, and you hold your breath as the woman of the hour enters. Dressed in that flannel that makes her icey blue eyes pop even more, sleeves rolled up halfway to show off her arms, she knows exactly what you want.

“So, you got anything to say for yourself?” Agatha raises an eyebrow, dropping a folder on the table. The expression on her face is cold and stern, but the exaggeration of her deepened voice makes you smirk a bit. For as much fuss she made over not wanting to roleplay, Agatha would never miss the opportunity to be dramatic.

“Just that you’ve got the wrong person.”

“Oh, yeah?” Agatha crosses her arms over her chest, propping her foot up on the other folding chair at the table. “My source over there tells me you were clearly at the mall where the jewelry store was robbed, on that same night. After closing time. Care to explain another reason for trespassing?”

The “source” chuckles from the couch. Agatha shoots Rio a glare, then turns back to you expectantly.

“Well?”

“I’m not talking. Not without a lawyer present.”

As Agatha stalks around the table towards you, you feel your breath hitch as she watches you with a predatory gaze. She places one hand on the table and one on the back of your chair, caging you in with her arms. Your eyes dart to her lips as she leans in close. It takes everything in your power to not just tug her in for a kiss right there.

“You seem to be under the impression that I play by the book. Well I’ve got bad news, hun. Nothin’s gonna stop me from cracking this case. And that includes a stubborn brat.” She grips your face roughly, barely hiding the way her breath hitches as you gasp under her manhandling. “We’re not leaving this room until you fess up. I don’t care if it takes all night, all week, all fuckin’ month.”

“C’mon, Detective,” you pout, words sounding jumbled as she squeezes your face. “I know you don’t want to do that.”

“You don’t have any idea what I want.”

“I know what you need,” you purr. “So damn pent up, it’s practically radiating off of you.”

“You’re a bigger fuckin’ brat than I thought. Just because you're such a slut, doesn’t mean I’m pent up,” she pushes away from you, knocking you off balance. With your wrists bound to the table, you manage to catch yourself as the chair goes crashing to the ground.

“Could’ve fooled me,” Rio chimes in with a grin. With a flick of her hands, Agatha casts a quick spell, conjuring a magic gag for Rio.

“I didn’t ask your opinion, Agent. I can handle this brat just fine on my own.” Rio rolls her eyes.

The angle at which you’re stuck to the table leaves you hunching over as you stand, bent over in a way that you’re sure gives Agatha a view up your dress. You shuffle awkwardly, trying to adjust to your new position.

“Maybe I’d be more convinced that you aren’t just itching for some release if you didn’t keep staring down my dress.”

“Shut up,” Agatha growls, pacing behind you like she’s circling her prey. You can feel her heated gaze on your bent over form and shake your ass a bit to entice her even more. A grunt escapes from her, clearly muffling a more obvious moan.

“Make me.”

The jolt of pain hits you before you even realize what happened. Agatha’s practically slammed you forward, face smushed against the table. Lucky for your limbs, she releases the magical binds temporarily. Her hand comes up to tug at your hair, her body pressed against your back.

Your ass is left vulnerable in this position, and the denim of her jeans rubs against it roughly. Her scent engulfs you completely as she leans down to whisper in your ear. “This what you want, brat? Wanted to see what would happen if you poked the bear?”

A chuckle escapes you. You can’t help it, you and Rio haven’t let that go for a single second.

Unfortunately for you, you’re in the most compromising position possible. Sharp pain rips through you as Agatha’s hand meets your ass, the sting accompanied by a yelp that’s ripped from your throat. Her hands grip you roughly, not allowing you any time to recover.

“Pathetic,” she practically spits at you. “This can end right now if you fess up.”

The roleplay efforts had almost completely left your mind at this point, but as always, Agatha was committed to the bit. Words bounce around your brain, but none of them seem right so you just let out a strangled whine. Thankfully, Agatha takes pity on you.

“Not gonna talk huh? I see how it is. Maybe I can offer a little…” Agatha’s hand cups your cunt, fingers sliding against the wet fabric of your underwear. “...motivation. Fuckin’ soaked already.”

Rio groans through her gag, and you feel Agatha smirk against the back of your neck. Using your hair as leverage, she moves you to face Rio. You moan as you see her, now even more bound as Agatha’s magic is keeping her legs spread, giving her no chance at even rubbing her thighs together for release. Her eyes are hazy as she watches Agatha slip her fingers past your underwear and through your slick folds, and you know that she’s desperate for a chance to touch, to taste.

“Looks like Agent Vidal’s enjoying the interrogation as well,” Agatha hums, kissing along your neck. You push your hips back against Agatha’s fingers as she pushes two into your wet heat, the sound of your soaked cunt echoing through the room as she thrusts. “Not nearly as much as you though, huh sweetheart?”

“Yes, Detective. I mean no, not as much as me, I mean…”

“Poor baby, broke your brain already?” Agatha laughs, curling her fingers in a way that she knows will drive you crazy. Your legs shake, your body tumbling toward climax faster and faster with every curl of Agatha’s fingers. “I can feel you clenching around me, bet you wanna cum so bad, hm?”

“Y-yes.”

“Oh, so that question was clear enough! Well, since you’re willing to answer things now…”

You could practically scream when Agatha pulls her hand away. She wipes her wet fingers on your ass and tugs you up to a standing position again. “Now, let’s try this again. Why were you at the scene of the crime?”

“Agatha--”

“That’s Detective to you. I told you we were gonna do this my way.” It occurs to you that the sentence is both in and out of character, and you realize that you fully got yourself into this situation, arousal dripping down your thighs with no sign of relief soon.

Agatha smirks at your betrayed expression. Your eyes dart over to Rio for help, but she just shakes her head as if she knew Agatha would pull something like this.

It’s gonna be a long night.

[florencebirdsong]

“The summoning spell. We left the door open.”

What do you mean you left the door open??? There’s a thousand years of experience between you all!!!

[thestarlightforge]

Who would’ve thought the end of the Michael Waldron/Sam Raimi Multiverse of Madness saga/debacle/reign of terror would be a gaggle of lesbians spending 3 years crafting THE most elaborate “go f*** yourselves 😌✨” the comic book industry has seen in Two Decades 😭

[graunblida]

lexa isn't usually one to be riled up so easily. at least, not without the right *trigger. so it's kind of embarrassing how quick the other witch can bring this side out of her. to be fair, their journey has gotten off to a roaring start, and has been anything but straight forward - which is what the druid swears she demanded this little side quest be, lest she get tangled in one of the many webs weaved by agatha harkness. she's right, of course, which pisses lexa off all the more. if the witches inside are angry and spiteful enough, they'll strike first and ask questions later. " gee thanks, your reputation. " there's more threatening to spill out, but lexa steels herself and exercises restraint. the longer they waste time bickering, the chances of claiming their prize grows slimmer and slimmer. as much as she hates it, lexa will have to be the bigger person. oh joy. her favorite thing. " fine. but what exactly am i looking for, harkness? you've been conveniently vague about the artifact..."

the druid makes an indignant face, accompanied by a noise of protest once she feels agatha's palm on her back, steering her toward the theater entrance. she's snapped on mages for less in days gone by. the sort who would underestimate her on the basis her powers are so heavily ROOTED in nature. oh what a shame when she has no choice but to correct them. the gesture in question, while vexing, is relatively harmless in comparison to what agatha is capable of ( or so she's been told ). perhaps their respective magic won't needlessly clash this eve.

" just remember, we're doing this my way. " the other's parting comment doesn't sit well with lexa. how is it the older witch can be so CALLOUS and judgmental towards her own kind? she wears her frown until she's nearly opening the double doors. inside, the lights are dim and there isn't a soul in the immediate vicinity. the faint rumble of song-like chanting is the only indication a coven or gathering of practitioners is close by. the druid can sense a considerable amount of power, which is curious given the information she's just received from her companion. even so, the druid walks on.

ALL THESE YEARS, and it's still laughably easy to get under a witch's skin. earth witch, blood witch, traditional, new age ― it doesn't matter the magic they wield, she just has to figure out what makes them tick. most notably, they are almost always temperamental and prideful. it must be innate with the birthright. and lexa . . . well, she's been a different project altogether: but agatha is more than a little intrigued by the challenge, by the unknown of her. it stays her hand where others would have been discarded for lack of interest.

there's one little prickle: she doesn't enjoy being used as a scapegoat. well, no one would, but ― hm. agatha deftly molds her amusement into a faux display of feeling appropriately mocked, palm pressing flat over the cage of her sternum. “ oh, come now. it's not like that. ” it absolutely is. her hand flits out into a careless gesture toward the building they linger near, the high - pitch of a chortle bordering on lecturing. “ you know my reputation. if i walk in there and they recognize my face, well, ” lips jut out in a pout, wiggling her fingers. “ they're likely to set the building aflame before we get what we came here for. ” knowledge, of course. her restless persuit.

she doesn't have to use the younger witch for this, as she's never been above a little magic and sparks before. but, in it is a chance to peel lexa's layers back to unveil what flows in her veins. agatha's countenance smooths with the appearance of an enthusiastic smile, sweeping aside to nudge the other closer in the direction of the theatre with a physical hand to her back. “ don't stress it, just throw on your charming little smile and call me when you've found it. ” she leans a little closer, lowering her voice for lexa's ear alone. “ hedge witches are easy picks of the litter. ”