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for lover hours :))) natasha having a really big cockwarming kink. even if it’s the reader’s cute, little mouth, but especially her pussy.

Warnings: pillow riding, masturbating, mommy kink, cockwarming, smut (18+)

Word count: 1.4k

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It was days like these that you really hated Natasha’s job. You were wet between your thighs and the last words Natasha said to you were echoing in your head. “I’m super stressed and need to take this extra time to get some things out of the way”. 

You were completely fine... earlier.

Now, you were a panting mess. You did everything you could think of to distract you from the ache between your legs. You had tried to read a book, to clean your room, snack on some chips, and even tried to take a nap. Nothing had worked and you knew if your were to pull your panties to the side, your pussy would be soaked.

It was an impossible decision. You could walk into Natasha’s office and beg for her to touch you and maybe get denied or you could risk it, break the rules, and take care of the ache yourself.

Collapsing onto your bed, you scream into your pillow. You could just cry, you were that horny.

You begin to whimper when the bunched up comforter brushed against your lace covered pussy and the cold comforter feels like heaven. Your face was covered by your soft pillow, so it was muffling your moans that could have been heard from the hallway, but not from Natasha’s office.

Slowly grinding your hips against the cool material, you begin wiggling your hips, trying to find the perfect angle. You exhale loudly out of annoyance when the comforter does absolutely nothing to help. Flipping over onto your back, tears begin to pool up at the corner of your eyes.

“I just want to come!” You sob out to no one in particular, minutes away from throwing a tantrum.

Huffing and puffing, slapping your hands on your bed to find anything to help you, you sigh in relief when you reach a pillow.

Maybe that’ll help...

Moving the soft pillow between your legs, flipping over onto your knees in the middle of the queen-sized bed. Slowly grinding your pussy on the pillow, you let out a small moan at the new-found friction.

Grinding faster, the ache about to finally be satisfied and die down. Your fingers grip onto the white pillow for dear life as your orgasm gets closer.

“More. More. More.”

Whining loudly when you jerk your hips faster, wiggle them from side to side, up and down, and still nothing. Nothing. The ache is worse. As if you had fed the fire instead of putting it out.

And that’s how you found yourself dragging your feet towards Natasha’s home office. Ignoring the fact that the door was closed shut, which always meant to leave her alone, you didn’t think twice before walking past that door.

Whimpering when Natasha’s frustrated voice fills your ears, you spot a small phone pressed against her ear as you walk in. Her hands are clenched into fists, her right leg is bouncing up and down, and you can see she’s trying to keep her cool with the goddamn idiot on the other line.

Natasha’s head jerks toward your direction when you shut the door. She takes one look at your teary eyes and says her rushed goodbye.

“What happened, baby?”

Guilt runs through your body. If only she knew you walked in here because you’re freakin horny!

“Baby, what’s wrong?”

“I- Mommy don’t get mad.”

Natasha’s eyebrows furrowed at the use of the name the both of your saved for the bedroom. She takes this time to study your body. A black oversized shirt covers most of your upper body, stopping mid thigh. You’re playing nervously with your fingers as your teary eyes continue to bounce throughout Natasha’s office.

“Come here, baby.” She demands softly, patting her lap.

You walk towards the uninformed woman in shame. Straddling her lap and resting yourself on her thighs, the small action just enough to raise the oversized shirt and give Natasha a clear view of your soaked panties.

“Baby?”

You let out a shaky ‘hmm’ when her finger lifts up your chin. She takes in the dried up tears on your cheeks and the small scrunch in your eyebrows and raises her brow. 

“Did you come without permission?”

“No, Mommy!” You quick to reply, ranting about how you would never, though you don’t mention the fact that you had thought about doing it earlier and probably would have, if you could actually get yourself off.

“You didn’t?” She asks, her eyebrows still raised. With both of your eyes locked on each other, and you’re so focused on her green orbs, you don’t notice her hand sneaking between your legs. “Then why are you this wet, huh?”

Letting out a loud moan, you begin bucking your hips against the hand cupping your wet pussy. With her palm rubbing your throbbing clit, you bury your face into her neck.

“Mommy, I just didn’t want to bother you. But it got so bad.” You take her silence as your permission to keep going. Her feather like touches on your pussy don’t stop. Her pointer finger is circling around your clit and she’s gentle but firm, making you squirm in her lap.

“So I touched myself.” The words are so quiet, you wouldn’t be shocked if Natasha asked for you to say them again. Natasha’s hand that’s between your legs twitches for a second before you panic and begin to explain yourself once more. “But I didn’t come!”

“Mommy, you don’t understand. I can’t come without you. It was so bad it made me cry,” Salting tears are beginning to pool in your eyes, Natasha takes the time to study your body language, read your facial expression. “And I still couldn’t do it.”

“So you decide to walk in here so I can make you come?” You open your mouth to answer but she’s quick to question you again.

“You thought you could walk in here, put on this little show just so I can make you come?”

Yes.

“No, Mommy. I know you’re busy.”

She chuckles at your failed attempt at lying to her face, and her hands falling to your waist, pushing your hips forward, helping you grind into her lap. Natasha has an evil smirk on her face when your pussy meets the large bugle in her pants.

She’s packing. Fuck.

“You’re lucky, baby.”

That’s all the permission you need to unbutton her pants and pull the strap out of her pants. Moaning at the sight of the thick toy and wanting nothing more than to feel so full. Wrapping your hand around the toy, you whimper when your fingers don’t meet and Natasha jerks in to your hand.

Oh.

The toy is double ended. Natasha had been working with the curved end inside her. The whole time. “Go ahead, baby.”

Nodding frantically as you push the toy against your soaked panties, wetness seeping through the thin material and wetting the toy. Natasha leans back as she observed your rushed actions to get yourself off. Enchanted by the view of your glistening pussy when you pulled your ruined panties to the side.

Pushing the wide tip into your entrance, your breath becomes uneven as the toy stretches your wet pussy. Natasha whispers sweet nothings into your ear, encouraging you. ‘Take more’ ‘Be a good girl for me, baby’ ‘Such a tight little pussy’

Whines fall past your lips when you’re half way there. You already feel so full, the thick toy would be your endgame.

Crying out her name when she buckles her hips up and aligns yours down to meet hers. The rest of the strap is buried deep inside your tight pussy making you moan. This is just what you needed.

Natasha is patient and listens to your breathing as it steadies out. Her thumbs play with the hem of your underwear. Pressing a tiny kiss on your lips before returning back to work.

“What are you doing?” you ask frantically.

“Gonna work.” She replies as it was the most obvious answer ever. She leans forward to get her phone, the sudden movement causes you to moan.

“B-but-”

“But what?” she mocks.

You wanted her to fuck you. Put out the fire between your legs. Fuck the pain out of you. But no. You could clearly see none of that was gonna happen.

“You see pretty baby, I’m going to continue to work while you keep me warm.”

REBLOGS AND FEEDBACK IS APPRECIATED

DO NOT STEAL MY WORK.

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It's something of a legacy 💘

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Y/N: Seriously? A sex swing?

Agatha: I know, right? Wanna hop on?

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I've been thinking a lot about Wanda as your Dominant ♡

She's very strict, but not in a mean way. After all, you thrive off of discipline, so her expectations are clear and you enjoy following them. Of course, she enjoys correcting you if you break her rules or deliberately disobey them.

She displays lots of subtle shows of dominance. Her hand on your thigh, or around your waist, and occasionally on the back of your neck as a warning if you're really acting up. Always ordering for you, or taking the lead in public, her hand firmly wrapped around yours.

She's very gentle when she knows you need it, but she's also perfectly content with being rough with you. On the days that you can tell she needs a more relaxed, gentle night, you resist any urges to brat out, telling her how much you love her as she sweetly dominates you. Of course you also beg to make her feel good, for her to use you however she needs to make herself feel good.

Again, I love subtle collars. She would get you one in the form of a permanent necklace in whatever metal you prefer, wearing a matching permanent bracelet on her left wrist. You love being owned by her, and she loves being able to call you wholly hers.

You love to eat her out for hours at a leisurely pace, either while she's working or reading a book or watching a movie. You love the way her hand gently rests on your head, her fingers scratching slightly as she makes small sounds of pleasure, her neck flushed by the time she orders you to make her cum.

I need a dominant girlfriend like right now, I'm going insane ♡

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KATHRYN HAHN ph. for The Wrap's 2024 Power Women Summit

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Rio: That’s one of my biggest fears. Like, if I ever woke up as a donut...

Lilia: You would eat yourself?

Rio: I wouldn’t even question it.

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Agatha: The kids hate me.

Lilia: Not just the kids.

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Relaxing Intern

Agatha Harkness x Reader

Agatha All Along Week 2024 - Day 3

summary: councillor harkness doesn’t quite understand what interns are for

tags: politics au, fingering (r receiving), overtim, power imbalance, mildly dubious consent, hair pulling, biting, marking, dacryphilia, rough

authors note: why does one have underlings if they’re not there to fulfil every need???

Reader is wearing non-descriptive shirt and pants. No pronouns used to refer to them within the story.

ao3 | masterlist

“Ma’am?” you quietly knock on the door. 

You don’t know why Councillor Harkness summoned you, you’ve never heard of her bothering to acknowledge an intern before, but you assume it’s another miscellaneous errand you so often get working here. It’s odd for her not to send someone else to give it to you though.

“Come in,” she says in her low voice you pretend not to love.

You open the door and step inside, trying to hide how nervous you are. She’s lounging behind her, honestly massive, desk. Her posture is relaxed but her eyes are sharp.

She motions for you to close the door behind you and that nervousness grows as you do.

“You asked for me?” you stop in front of the desk and clasp your hands together tightly to avoid any obvious fidgeting.

“Yes. Come here,” she says

You hesitantly walk around the desk. Is she going to hand you something? You guess the desk is big enough to need to go around. 

You have to be imagining the way she looks you up and down and you scold yourself. Now is not the time. You can fantasise about the unethical ways this could have gone later.

Agatha grabs your shirt and pulls you down. You yelp and try to catch yourself. One hand lands on her shoulder and the other on the back of her chair. You don’t have a moment to think before her hand grabs the back of your head and pulls you into a rough kiss. Her lips are soft and her mouth is hot.

You pull back in shock, sure you’ve overstepped even though she’s the one that pulled down you down.

“Ma’am?” you squeak.

“Quiet,” she mutters and drags you back.

You melt, just for a second. She uses your moment of weakness to pull you onto her lap. Being surrounded by the feel of her, the smell of her. It’s something you’ve dreamt about. You’ve rarely been in the same room as her before let alone so close to her. Her tongue swipes over your lips and the shock has you jerking back.

“What are you doing?” you gasp.

“What does it look like?” she asks, not taking her eyes off of your lips.

“But- I’m not- why?”

Her look turns wholly unimpressed.

“I thought this is why we got you interns.”

“I- no. I get coffee and-and make copies and- “

“Yes,” she cuts you off. “To make our lives easier. To help us relax every once in a while.” Her grip turns bruising. “This is you helping me relax, doll.”

That’s- no. This is so wrong. But you’re literally in her lap. Her intoxicating scent fills your nose and makes you weaker every second. The ghost of her mouth on you makes you ache.

“I- I can do that,” you stammer. She quirks an eyebrow. You try to put more strength behind your words. “I can make you feel good. It’s why I’m here…right?”

For a second you think she’s going to take it back but then she smirks.

“I find fucking is much more relaxing than being fucked in this kind of mood but yes doll, that’s why you’re here. It’s why I hired you.”

Before you can question how much input she had in the interview process she curls her hand behind your head and pulls you in for another heated kiss. You sink into her, hands grasping desperately at her shoulders.

Her other hand slides down your hip and over the curve of your ass. She grips your cheek firmly and you make another small noise against her mouth. You can feel her smile and it’s a struggle not to start rocking your hips.

She curls her hand in your hair and forces your head back. Her lips find the soft skin of your neck instantly and she sucks bright, angry marks into it as she continues to knead your ass. Her teeth sink into your skin and you can’t help grinding down. She chuckles before licking over the stinging mark.

Without warning, her hands move to the back of your thighs and she lifts you from her lap and to her desk as she stands up.  One hand covers your mouth and you stare up at her in confusion. She slips her other hand into your pants and pushes three fingers inside of you with no further warning. You arch as you cry out. Her hand muffling the noise stops anyone from coming running. 

You realise you haven’t thought through the whole ’stress relief’ thing but her fingers feel too good inside your wet cunt to be upset. She fucks you hard and fast and you can’t do anything but take it.

Your hips try to match her hard thrusts but you’re quickly weakening as pleasure floods you. Your hands curl in her shirt to try and ground yourself, curling forward to rest your sweaty forehead against the soft material. 

Her fingers curl on her next thrust and you moan. She does it again and suddenly you’re coming. Your walls flutter around her and Agatha groans a quiet, “Fuck.” 

She doesn’t stop.

“Ma’am- Agath-ah,” you try to get her attention but she quiets you up with another curl of her fingers against your sensitive walls. You think maybe she needs to get the last of it out of her system but your pleasure is building dangerously fast. Strong enough that you think it might break you. “I-I can’t,” you try again.

“You will,” she says and tangles her fingers in your hair.

She pulls your head back so she can see your face, devouring the way overwhelmed tears prick at your eyes. “Cry for me,” she says and you do.

The overwhelmed tears slip down your cheeks. She looks like she wants to eat you whole. Instead, she nudges your entrance with a fourth finger. You whimper and grab her other wrist. That hungry look on her face grows and she presses down harshly on your clit. You cry out into her hand has you come again, sharp pleasure crashing into you from every direction.

Her hand leaves your mouth the second your cry ends, despite your continuing noises, and you feel her warm wet tongue running up your cheek following the path of your tears. You whimper and buck your hips weakly. She chuckles darkly before pulling back completely, sitting down.

“Much better,” she says as she wipes her fingers off with a tissue. You stare at her with wide eyes. “You can go.”

“Huh?” You still can’t feel you legs.

She looks at you critically.

“You’re right,” she leans forward, neatens your hair and straightens your clothes. You doubt it helps your ‘just fucked’ look. “There’s no hiding my marks,” she runs her fingers over the numerous marks over your neck. You shiver. “But if you leave the building fast enough, you should be fine. Tomorrow, tell everyone I chewed you out. I doubt they’ll question it if they catch a glimpse of you as you leave.”

That’s way too many words but you nod obediently and stand on shaky legs.

“Will I- I mean will you- in the future?” you can’t believe you’re asking, even if incoherently, but you don’t want to spend the next however many months in suspense.

“I’m running again, dear. I’ll be surprised if I don’t need some help relaxing before the end of the week.”

You pretend it isn’t completely obvious how eager you are. The humour on her face doesn’t help.

“I’ll be here,” you say lamely.

She hums an acknowledgment, already focusing back on her files. You stumble to the door. She stops you before you open it.

“Dear?” she says and you turn around eagerly. “Crying,” she reminds you.

You nod before rubbing and pressing at your eyes to produce fresh tears. The sight has that dark look returning to her face. You swallow and press your thighs together. Is she going to call you back over?

No. She drags her eyes away with visible effort and waves you off. You hurry out the door and then out the building, ignoring anyone who calls after you. Seeing your ‘just fucked’ state would be endlessly more embarrassing then having such a strong reaction to being chewed out by your boss’ boss

You aren’t sure what to do with yourself when you get home. You were expecting to be at the office for at least another four hours. 

You manage ten minutes before you’re crawling naked into bed, the biggest toy you have in hand.

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Y/N: Natasha got me a “get better soon” card.

Wanda: That’s nice of her.

Y/N: I wasn’t sick, she just thought I could do better.

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What happens when we find out that Rio (literally THE green witch) conjured up Señor Scratchy to “find” Agatha in the woods??? Because Rio knew that Agatha was lonely and sad and grieving after Nicky and wanted her to have a companion. And it made Rio feel a lot better knowing Agatha had this piece of Rio, even if she didn’t know it (Agatha knew it).

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Wanda: How do you know how to kiss? Like who teaches you?

Y/N: Well, it’s actually a class, but unfortunately it’s full right now. Would you like me to tutor you?

Kate: Dude, that was smooth.

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agatha all along meets text posts

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Agatha Harkness in Familiar By Thy Side (s01e06)

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Agatha, watching Rio be creepy: Ugh. I can’t believe I’m gonna sleep with her.

Jen: … You don’t have too.

Agatha: No, I’m gonna.

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Nicky knew Rio was his mother. Even if Agatha kept it from him. Rio couldn’t stay away from the love of her life or from her son. She probably kept her distance and lurked but Nicky being an observant kid spotted her. Rio knew she should keep her distance but they kept chatting. The more I think of their ONE interaction speaks so loud to me. The pointing with no words. That’s her mom talk. He knew exactly what she meant. The whole “my mom is calling me” but he doesn’t call Agatha anything but ‘mama’. That’s his mom. He knew who she was and wasn’t scared of death. He went willingly. He felt safe. He always felt safe with his moms.