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picture you - agatha harkness x reader (love potions au)
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this blog sometimes contains heavy kink content, including but not limited to: intense bdsm themes, pet play, ageplay, piss, incest, and darkfic tropes including but not limited to noncon.
all dark content is simply fantasy and never an endorsement of such actions. everything will be tagged in the individual fic warnings, and you can check my frequently used tags link for blacklisting as well.
sometimes i'll forget to tag things so this is just your blanket warning that if you come to my blog you're accepting the risk of seeing icky kinks 💜
if you have a problem with any of those above things, this is not the blog for you. i will not engage in bad faith discourse surrounding these tropes being used in fiction. i will simply tell you to move on, and if you don't, you will be blocked.
Did you know that AO3 allows fics with homicide in them? There’s a whole tag for Major Character Death and even more tags so you can find exactly what kind of character death you want to read.
Don’t they know that murder is illegal? You just know there are a bunch of homicidal maniacs out there who love to read those stories. They write them, too, in between killing people.
Anyone can read the stories on AO3! Kids can read them! They’re getting exposed to stabbing, poisoning, even guns! And they’re writing the heroes doing the killing, too! That’s basically telling kids it’s okay to go out and murder their families. It’s promoting violence and encouraging homicide and if we don’t do something about it soon, you’ll be murdered next!
Be prepared to get comments like "Your hair is so pretty. You wrote her hair so pretty. Why is she so pretty?" And "Your writing is so good. I can really tell what he's saying and oh he smells so nice. That's a cool looking bag. Your beta has awesome shoes I bet. What's her name?"
For every kink-demonizing comment I see on the internet I want to come on here and yell into an empty room that your kinks are awesome and I love you and please keep posting your freaky shit that people won’t try to understand because desire is so so cool and the human experience is just so vast and I want the internet to be a library of fucked up sexual fantasies that the we all can peruse joyfully because the world is cruel but imagination is lovely
And you have nothing to apologize for or defend here because it is beautiful
I know on Gods we are Pitt brain rotted rn (everyone loves those women, me included) but sometimes I feel bad for sweet Agatha, like no BB I still love you so much please don't feel hurt
I FEEL SO BAD I FEEL LIKE IVE ABANDONED MY WIFE TO JOIN A POLYCULE
puppy getting into mama's ipad while she's at work and accidentally discovering porn, watching intently until they hear mama come home. knows it's bad but can't quite explain why, so they turn off the ipad but don't know how to close a tab 👀👀 mama wanda opens ipad later and is very amused and teases puppy relentlessly. cough cough corruption cough cough humiliation who said that
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I don’t know what’s better: puppy who does it in secret and knows somewhere deep inside that it’s wrong but they can’t explain why, or puppy who doesn’t know it’s wrong and shamelessly marches up to mama and ask if she can look up “puppies with big knots” for them please 😁
could you do agatha x reader where she kidnaps reader and cuts her achilles heel so she cant run away? im not sure if this is too dark, please let me know...
dark is where I have my most fun 🥰 I didn't end up doing the actual cutting part though 💔 I ran out of words. Thank you for such a fun ask!!
warnings: 18+ minors dni, dark Agatha, kidnapped reader, reader gets caught escaping 🥳, very quick implied pet play, knife, scene before injury :p
words: 734
You’re curled up on your pet bed and Agatha in making lunch in the kitchen when you see it. An open window. You carefully sit up and look towards the kitchen. Agatha is humming quietly to herself. It could be a mistake. A genuine, honest mistake that she left the window open and you alone in the room. You’ve been slowly giving in or making her think so, you aren’t sure which. She’s been giving you more and more freedoms as time’s gone on. You’d dare to say she’s relaxed around you, at least a little.
Your heart pounds in your chest. Agatha has always been unforgiving when you’ve broken a rule and this is the biggest one. No leaving the house. At all. She says it’s too dangerous for a sweet thing like you, but you know it’s so you don’t bolt. You slowly rise and carefully walk to the window. You know where all the creaks are, even if Agatha is likely to drown them out with her humming.
You have to take a deep breath when you reach the window, you were trying to be so quiet you forgot to breathe, and to control yourself. Every piece of you wants to scramble out of it, but Agatha will definitely hear that. The windows are loud every time she opens them and it’ll be even louder if you knock into it. You carefully climb through. You instincts scream at putting your back to the kitchen but you have no other choice. The lock scrape your skin even as you try to twist away from it. Every second is agonisingly slow. You expect a hand to close around your leg at any moment.
And then you’re suddenly touching grass. You freeze for a moment. The feeling feels so foreign now and you forgot how strong it can smell. Remembering yourself, you crawl forward. Your feet land with a muted thump and you wince. You press yourself against the wall below the window and freeze, but Agatha’s humming hasn’t changed. You start crawling forward, as fast as you can. Ironically, Agatha not letting you walk has given you speed in your escape. The house is surrounded by bushes as tall as trees. At least the windows are. All you’ve ever been able to see is a stretch of grass and the green border. You’ve never seen movement beyond it, or heard anything other than birds outside. Heart pounding so hard you feel like you’re going to be sick, you reach the bushes. You shove yourself to your feet and brute force your way through. The bushes are grown tightly together and limbs scrape you but you don’t feel it beyond the pressure and a few trickles of blood. This is it. The first new sight in— in so long you feel like you’ve been here forever. You stumble free and look around with eager eyes.
Your heart drops, your stomach with it.
There’s a wall. A flat, wooden wall well above your height. You try to jump high enough to catch the edge, knowing it’s futile. You fingers don’t get anywhere close. You scramble desperately at the wood but there’s no dents or knots to dig your nails in. Panic closing your throat, you step back a few paces and run at it, jumping at the last second to try and push yourself up using the wall. You’re fingers are still a hands breath away from the edge. You fall on your ass, panting as you stare up at it. The bushes are too far away to jump from. What the fuck are you meant to do?
“Well, that’s my entertainment for the day.”
You jolt upright, turning to see Agatha standing there. Instead of the rage you’re expecting, she looks amused. There’s a sharp, thin kitchen knife in her hand. Your mouth is so dry you almost choke.
A door. A wall has to have a door. Doors have handles and things you can climb. You dart sideways, sure you can outrun Agatha’s slow gait. There has to be a way out of here.
All you find is a corner. You turn to try again but Agatha is already behind you. She’s close enough that she’ll be able to reach out and grab you, slice you, no matter which side you run.
“Let’s see how far you can run with your strings cut.”
Hello I have something for your snippet Sunday!! (I am a mutual, just sending on anon because I'm scared of getting harassed for this one 😭😭)
How about stepmom!Wanda Maximoff, taking innocent reader's virginity. Reader is over 18 but they have been very sheltered and don't really know about sex, just know that they're not meant to let people touch them there (but Wanda reassures them that it's okay, Mommy is allowed to)
I guess I'm thinking of a sort of very dubcon vibe where reader doesn't know what's going on, and isn't sure if Wanda should be touching them like that, but it feels so good-
Hiiiiiiii!!!! Thanks for sending one in so quickly 🥰 Calmed the nerves of not getting any asks and having to silently delete the post 🤧
Honestly fair!! Although I haven't experienced it much.
Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, stepcest, innocent reader, dubcon bc innocent, virgin reader, mom, good girl
Words: 417
It had started slow. Your stepmom, Wanda, has always been touchy. She told you that’s how all moms touch their kids and you hadn’t thought much about it at all. Wanda has always been so kind to you, so soft, and you enjoyed her caresses. Down your arm, over your shoulder, down your spine, against your hip. Brushing against you as she walks passed. You’d been a bit jumpy at first but by now it’s faded into the background of normalcy. A good stepmom shows her stepkid affection, even in adulthood.
She says the same thing tonight. You’d asked to watch the movie in your room instead of the couch so you could properly spread out. Wanda rarely says no to you so you’re both curled under the same blanket. Your shoulder brushes Wanda’s and she soon has an arm wrapped around you. It’s a chilly night and it isn’t the first time, so you easily lean into her. Her other hand starts rubbing soothing circles into your thigh and you barely twitch. She started doing that months ago and you’ve yet to notice how high she’s starting to go. It makes you tingle sometimes but you don’t know what it means. It doesn’t feel bad so you don’t think you need to tell anyone.
You realise something new is happening when her fingers slip under the edge of a leg of your sleep shorts. Her fingers curls to rub the inside of your skin and your leg jumps at the sensitive feeling. The tingling returns abruptly. You turn to look at her.
“Mom?”
She doesn’t look at you. “Watch the movie, sweetheart.”
You hesitate but look back at the T.V. She keeps rubbing in the same spot long enough for the worry in your chest to ease, even if the tingling can’t let you relax.
Suddenly, her fingers are on the heat between your legs. You tense, legs instinctively pressing together. Now that she’s pressing against you, you can feel the wetness of your underwear. You don’t know what it means.
“Open your legs,” Wanda says, so tenderly it almost doesn’t sound like a command.
You know no one is supposed to touch you there but— but it’s Wanda. She’s taken such great care of you, even though she didn’t have to. She’s so kind, and caring, and it feels so good...you slowly part your legs. Wanda presses her lips to your cheek.
“Good girl,” Wanda murmurs against your skin. You relax fully into her.
good for you! however as a creator I despise consumption culture. it's not about popularity, I get thousands of notes on some of my other posts. it's about people being reluctant to share your work with others. if you look at posts from, say, 2015, you'll find that the likes to reblogs ratio is more or less equal, and sometimes there's more reblogs than likes. this is not the case now, especially with art/fanfiction/gifsets etc. because on "marketable" apps like tiktok and instagram, you're expected to endlessly scroll without sharing. the same thing is happening to this website. fandom thrives on interaction, and if there's no interaction, is there any point in fandom? that's what I'm worried about, not "popularity"
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