Prompt: There are only two stockings on your mantle. One for your and one for your dog. This morning, there’s a third. It’s withered, seemingly hand crafted, and moving ever so slightly. Almost as if it’s alive.
Wanrnings: 18+ MDNI noncon- reader under a spell, mental manipulation, womb tattoo, alluded stalking, pocket dimension, enchanted strap, spit as lube, riding
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It’s late in the morning. The sun has climbed the sky casting a soft light through your windows, painting the living room in warm rays.
Your dog stretches out on the rug, his tail thumping lazily as you move around the living room picking up the clutter from the last few hours: your scarf haphazardly tossed over the back of the sofa, a slightly read cookbook left on the coffee table, and the TV remote stuffed halfway underneath a blanket. You hum along to the holiday music playing quietly from a movie on television.
You were on your way to the kitchen with an empty mug when something catches your attention out the corner of your eye. Pausing, you turn back toward the fireplace. Your eyes widened as a prickle began to climb slowly up the back of your neck.
You’ve only ever put up two stocking for the holidays. One for you, and the other for your dog. Yet now, you stand still, your brain not quite processing what your eyes are seeing. There are now three stockings hanging from your mantle.
The mug was forgotten in your hands as you cautiously approach it. The movie continues in the background, fading away. The new stocking is hung snugly between yours and your dog’s. As if it has always been there.
It’s traditional looking red stocking, but faded, and worn down by time. Your stomach twists in disbelief at the stitching. The obvious deep purple thread that painstakingly decorates the whole stocking. You know these stitches, because you watched the very same thread being sewn into it years ago. All the while, accusations of cheating were hurled at you for talking with the store cashier longer than expected.
The moment you realized how obsession and love can look the same when you’re naïve enough to trust the wrong person.
Agatha has never been able to let you go. For many months after you left her, she harassed you. Over the phone with calls and messages, no matter how many times you blocked her different numbers. She even had to gall to repeatedly show up at your workplace. Finally, after abruptly moving across the country, life slowly returned to normal.
Her name echoes inside your head like a curse. Now the air feels charged and you can’t shake the feeling of you aren’t alone anymore.
Your dog lets out a small, uncertain whine. When you glance back at him, he’s standing rigid with hackles raised, staring at the mantle. Turning back to the stocking there is now a faint glow coming from the inside of it, slightly twitching on its own.
Inching closer, the light intensifies, seeping out of the edges beneath the thread. You jerk backward as the light flares in a sudden, blinding burst swallowing the corners of your vision. The mug slips from your grasp, shattering on the floor. Your dog is barking sharply, but it feels like he is far away as your ears begin to harshly ring.
—
You shake your head, trying to clear away the fog in your mind.
The world sways, blurred colors sharpening into the sterile off-white of a laundry room. Sunlight is shining, coming from the square window above the washing machine.
You were standing folding towels that were freshly pulled from the dryer. Your hands move habitually, like this is what you always do at this hour. The dryer hums lowly beneath you, vibrating against the front of your thighs. The rhythmic whirring is soothing, muting your thoughts.
Setting aside the previous load you bend down and open the dryer. More warm clothes automatically spill into your arms. You don’t remember loading the dryer or where these clothes came from, but your body moves with brisk efficiency. You can’t bring yourself to willingly stop until you hear shuffling from behind you.
Before you could turn around you felt heat sliding along your spine, arms wrapping around your torso. Calmness bubbles in your chest, melting into the hold.
“I missed you.” Agatha states, pressing a light kiss to your jaw. Her long, dark hair falls across your shoulders as she buries her face in your neck.
You’re confused as to why she’s acting like she hasn’t seen you in a long time, but you brush it off chuckling out, “You just went to the store. You weren’t gone long, honey.”
“I still missed you, my love.” She mumbles, tightening her arms around you. Her hands sneak under your knitted sweater, until her cool fingers are resting against your abdomen. Her lips are peppering your neck, teeth occasionally grazing against your skin.
Agatha peeled your top off dropping it on the floor. Unclasping your bra, Agatha groped your breasts pressing herself against you. This time you could feel the hard outline on her strap on your ass. Like an instant reaction, you felt a small wet patch form in your panties, you groaned, “Agatha-”
She huffed, pulling away to take her own shirt off. “Just put them in the washing machine. I need you. Now.” Her tone was definitive, leaving no room for argument.
When you both shimmied out of your jeans you picked them up, dropping them into the machine. Her hands find your breasts again, gently pinching your nipples between her fingers. You bit your lip at the slight pain. Slipping the toy between your thighs, the tip precisely nudges against your clit. Dragging her hips back gazing at the wetness gathered on the shaft she reminded, “You know— I love that your body is trained to me.”
Turning around you surged forward, throwing your arms around Agatha’s neck, bringing her closer. Planting your lips on hers, your bodies curved into each other out of desire. Agatha hands held your back as she lowered you both to the floor. Straddling her hips you cupped Agatha’s face in your hands, lips moving more frantically.
Agatha breaks with kiss with a moan, her pupils blown wide. She spits on her cock, spreading it all over. Holding the dildo you sink down onto her, Agatha holding you steady to ease your descent. Moans filled the space as she bottomed out, your clit meeting her pelvis.
Your hands braced on her chest as she lied back for your stability. You started slowly moving, testing the waters. Agatha groaned feeling every inch of your cunt. Beforehand, she had enchanted the strap to be an extension of her, to where she could feel everything.
“—so good!” You gasped out, hands balling into fists, speeding up your bounces. Agatha slides her thumb in between your bodies, letting you rut your bud against her finger pad.
She smiles watching the purple tattoo stretch from below your navel outward towards your sides, pulse in sync with your thrusts. Heat settles and grows in your core urging you to chase the pleasure. Her tip reaches deeper inside when Agatha meets your rhythm with her own, hitting new spots. The room is filled with your moans and periodically Agatha’s.
“Fuck, baby,” Agatha throws her head back feeling you tighten around her, “You look so pretty riding me.” Desperately rocking your hips, you close your eyes as your mouth drops, the most guttural noise you could muster falling out. Your eyes roll back as waves crash over you, body stuttering above her. Agatha’s ego fills with pride feeling your arousal drip down her cock. Her own high quickly following yours.
You vaguely register Agatha sitting up. Her hands coming up to your shoulder blades, a tremor in her body as well. Coming down from your high, your chest heaves. The both of you sit there in each other embrace as you try to control your breathing, a lull of silence falling over the two of you.
“You wouldn’t leave me, would you?” Agatha spoke up, breaking the quietness. You leaned away from her, brows pulled together at her question.
Something feels wrong. You can’t quite place it but it nags at the back of your mind. Distant memories of a life away far from Agatha.
Your hands are positioned like you are about to push her away. She cups your face with a hand, fingers tactically digging behind your ear. Agatha watches a flash of purple light gloss over your eyes, before noticing you visibly relax again.
No. No, you’re okay. Of course you never left. Never will. Your home is here. Agatha keeps you safe. Without her, this awful world would swallow you whole.
“No, of course not. Why would you think that?” You shake your head at her absurd inquisition. Placing a lengthy reassuring kiss on her lips to ease her worries.
“Nothing.” She holds you closer, looking deep into your eyes, “Just can’t imagine my life without you.” You smile at her confession, Agatha matching a smile of her own.
I don’t know if the requests are still open but if they are, I would like to request a fic about Dark Agatha Harkness x fem reader where reader introduces herself to her new neighbour and the first person she knows is Agatha so Reader invites her in before realising Agatha is more than she appears
Say "you're mine" || A.Harkness
Paring: Dom!Agatha Harkness x Sub!Afab reader
Summery: request, your neighbor may or may not have had a small crush on you, and took it into her own hands to make you hers.
Moving into Westview wasn't the ideal plan. Originally, y/n wanted to stay in the city. They loved it, but due to a job offer, they had decided to temporarily move into the small town known as Westview. Y/n didn't have high expectations, not knowing truly anyone in the area. Y/n had been spending most of their time alone at home until recently.
The house y/n left was home to known other than a nosy woman named Agatha. Every now and then, their dark-haired woman next door would catch y/n checking their mail or even just being outside and saw her opportunity. And truly, y/n enjoyed the small chats. It gave her some socialization.
Yet, nothing was changing. Agatha chose to try and take a risk today.
"Y/n, dear, why don't you come in for a drink?" Agatha offered with what seemed to be nothing but an innocent smile. The thoughts in Agatha's mind were nothing but that, yet y/n wouldn't have had a clue.
Shyly, y/n agreed. Truly, they'd had missed being a social butterfly. Living in Westview had been nothing but lonely for the younger one.
"Thank you," y/n said softly, stepping into Agatha’s nice home, smiling as she took in the surroundings. Sitting down at Agatha's counter, sipping in a warm mug that was told to them to be just tea, the conversation was flowing well, getting to know one another until suddenly y/n was feeling a bit dizzy.
“Aww, sweetheart, I'm sorry it had to go this way," was the last thing y/n would hear before falling into a slumber.
Darkness was all y/n saw, slowly blinking their eyes open.
"Tsk tsk tsk, finally, you're awake. Did you sleep well?" Agatha's deep voice came echoing. The world was making y/n shiver, confused as they struggled to recall what and how this all happened.
“Sorry, sweetheart, it wasn't supposed to go this way; but I wasn't sure there wouldn't be anyone else," Agatha's voice spoke as now she came closer, kneeling down to y/n, her hand coming to cup the younger one's face.
"W-why are we in here, Agatha? I'm confused?" Y/n was stunned, looking around. She didn't understand why she was now in what seemed like a basement. It was dark, and the only thing near was Agatha.
"Don't you get it? You're a smart girl. I'm sure you could grasp that I wasn't going to let anyone else have you? I've had my eye on you for a while, darlin’. Finally, I can say you're mine." Agatha rattled on, explaining as Y/n was just getting more and more lost.
"W-what? No? Agatha, I need to go home. I have work. This is crazy?" Y/n tried to plead with Agatha, but it seemed to be useless.
"No. You'll stay here!" Agatha hissed out, a bit annoyed that Y/n wasn't wanting this too.
"THE HELL I WILL? LET ME GO, AGATHA?" Y/n rose her voice, yet what she didn't expect was for Agatha to send a smack across her face. Anya's would come from Y/n as she cupped her own face with tears in her eyes.
"I'm sorry, did that hurt, sweetheart? I didn't mean to, but I don't want you to be a brat. You’re my good girl, right?" Agatha's voice was soft, almost condescending.
"I-it hurt," was all Y/n managed. She was upset and didn't know how to react as suddenly Agatha pulled the younger neighbor into her lap, holding her close.
"Mommy is so sorry, but this is for you. You’re to learn." Agatha spoke, rubbing comforting circles on Y/n’s back, all while rocking her softly, which was just upsetting her more because she didn't know what Agatha really wanted now.
Agatha kept hushing Y/n until her cries suddenly stopped.
“Now, if you can be a good girl, we can go upstairs? Can you do that for me, because Mommy wants to play?" The words from Agatha sent a shiver down Y/n’s spine, yet she nodded. Something inside her wanted Agatha to keep speaking like this. Something clicked as Agatha seemed to be taking control of the situation, lifting Y/n up, before helping her upstairs.
They were not in Westview. This house was nice, but it was away from any town. Y/n noticed this by just getting a glimpse of the window.
"Where are we?" Y/n tried, yet was shushed again by the older, dark-haired woman.
"Stop asking so many questions, you're thinking to much sweetheart, that's my job" Agatha's words cause y/n to shut up and let Agatha keep leading her into a room that at first look could be a bedroom but the more one looked around it seemed to be laced with items such as tie ups and more adult toys then anything else.
"Princess, lay down for me huh? Mommy wants to play and you've made me wait so so long?" The women's words were clearly nothing close to the innocent cup of tea y/n originally thought she would be getting. Now she was to deep in and truly was falling for Agathas magic games.
Laying back as if she didn't know the words no, giving in y/n gave herself to Agatha, feeling as Agatha's hands ran up and down the sides of their body, slowly stripping them down to their bra and panties. Suddenly a silk rope was felt around y/n wrist tying them together infront of their body, and the younger now more so submissive one was dragged to hang half way off the bed.
"Mommy wants to taste you?" Agatha smirked using her index finger to link into y/n's panties and dragging them off. "Mmm, sweet honey, you smell divine," Agatha purred, inhaling deeply as she admired y/n's exposed flesh. She leaned in, her lips brushing against the tender skin of y/n's inner thigh, sending shivers through the young woman's body.
With a wicked grin, Agatha's tongue darted out, tracing the curve of y/n's hip before delving between her legs. Their submissive one breath hitched as Agatha's mouth found its mark, lapping at her sensitive folds with increasing enthusiasm.
"Oh, yes... You taste even better than I imagined," Agatha murmured against y/n's slick heat, her fingers gently parting the plump lips to grant herself better access.
As Agatha continued to feast on y/n's eager flesh, her free hand roamed the younger woman's body, mapping every curve and contour with greedy intent. Fingers danced over the swell of breasts, teasing the hardened nipples through the thin fabric of y/n's bra.
"Mmm, such responsive little buds," Agatha cooed, giving a particularly sensitive peak a firm pinch. Y/n's gasped, arching into the touch as pleasure-pain sparked through her nerves.
Agatha chuckled low in her throat, the vibrations sending tingles straight to y/n's core. "You're going to make such a delightful pet, darling," she whispered, her hot breath washing over y/n's throbbing clit. "So sweet, so willing..."
With a deft flick of her tongue, Agatha sent y/n careening over the edge into blissful release.
Y/n's back arched off the bed as waves of ecstasy crashed over her, her cries echoing through the room. She trembled and quaked, lost in the overwhelming sensations Agatha evoked from their body. Y/n's mind went hazy, consumed by the intense pleasure radiating from their core.
As the aftershocks slowly subsided, leaving her limp and panting, y/n's eyes fluttered open to meet Agatha's knowing gaze. A deep flush colored her cheeks, and she felt vulnerable, exposed under the witch's piercing stare.
"I-I shouldn't give in to you" y/n mumbled as if they didn't just cum all over, yet they still tried to fight knowing Agatha would enjoy breaking them until they gave in that they were hers.
Agatha smiled, a predatory glint in her eyes as she watched y/n struggle with their conflicting desires. "Oh, but you already have, sweetheart," she purred, trailing a finger along y/n's damp slit, gathering the evidence of her surrender. "And you'll give in again, and again, because you can't resist the pleasure I offer." Agatha's words went straight to y/n's mind, reminding her of her place keeping her under her every command.
She leaned in, capturing y/n's lips in a searing kiss, her tongue delving deep to claim every inch of the younger woman's mouth. Agatha's hands roamed freely now, cupping and squeezing y/n's breasts, rolling the nipples between her fingers until they ached.
Breaking the kiss, Agatha sat back, her chest heaving with excitement. "Now, let's see how loud you can scream when I fuck you, hmm?"
Agatha smirked at Anya's distress, enjoying the sight of the younger woman struggling against the restraints. "Oh, don't worry, my dear. It may be larger than what you're used to, but trust me, it will fit perfectly inside you."
She slid the harness over her hips, the thick strap nestling comfortably against her pelvis. With a wicked gleam in her eye, Agatha positioned herself between y/n's spread thighs, the tip of the strap pressing insistently against their entrance.
"You've been so good for me hmm?, taking everything I've given you so far," Agatha purred, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Now it's time for you to take something even bigger."
Without further warning, Agatha thrust forward, the massive strap plunging deep into y/n's unwilling body.
Agatha groaned in satisfaction as the thick strap sank into y/n's tight heat, stretching her walls to their limits. The younger woman's screams echoed through the room, music to Agatha's ears.
"That's it, scream for me," Agatha commanded, setting a brutal pace, each thrust driving the strap deeper. "Let everyone know who owns this pretty cunt now."
She reached down, her fingers finding y/n's clit, rubbing mercilessly in time with her ruthless strokes. "Come on, baby, say you're mine, give into me and maybe I'll let you cum."
Y/n would moan loudly starting to find herself needing to cum again yet trying to be good for this women she was holding back.
"G-gotta cum please I need to" y/n begged and panted out taking the deep fucking to the best they truly could.
"Admit your mine, you can cum when you say you're mine" Agatha bit out as her trust never faltered watching y/n start to sob from the need they felt. Their h/c hair was sticking to their face they looked such a mess but to Agatha they were stunning.
"Go on baby say it, say your mommy's" Agatha hissed finally break y/n's last bit of self control.
"I'm yours I'm yours Agatha all yours please let me Cum please" y/n sobbed out struggling as their legs shook.
Agatha's triumphant laugh filled the room as y/n finally broke, surrendering completely to her dominance. "That's right, you're mine now," she purred, redoubling her efforts, the strap pistoning in and out of y/n's desperate hole.
The younger ones words, begging for release, only spurred Agatha on. She could feel y/n's inner muscles clenching, rippling around the invading strap as they teetered on the brink.
"Now, cum for me, you filthy slut!" Agatha demanded, her own arousal building to a fever pitch. "Paint these sheets with your juices while you scream my name!"
With a final, brutal thrust, Agatha sent y/n hurtling over the edge into a shattering climax, the strap stirring up a frenzy within them as they came undone.
Y/n sobbed out over their orgasm before finally collapsing, y/n was panting and a mess after everything.
"All yours" y/n mumbled out they were spent after everything and their body now craving the softer Agatha she knew deep down
Agatha withdrew the strap with a satisfied grunt, watching as it slipped free of y/n's abused passage with a wet squelch. She tossed it aside carelessly, her attention turning to the exhausted, trembling form sprawled before her.
"Well, well, looks like someone needs a cuddle," Agatha drawled, crawling onto the bed to gather y/n close. She stroked the younger one's sweat-dampened hair, tucking it behind her ear with a tender touch that belied the brutality of moments ago.
"There, there, it's okay, baby. I'm here now," Agatha cooed, her voice softening as she cradled y/n against her chest. "Just rest, let me take care of you."
Like that Agatha found herself her new pet, one that was willing to be hers even in the most untraditional ways, and it healed a part of the witch deep down.
Y/n quickly drifted off feeling safe and content just needing to rest for the time being in Agatha's embrace.
A/N- Happy Kinktober for all my little freaks, I sadly haven't had time to write all my fics but I did come up with some NSFW head cannons so enjoy
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Aftercare— Agatha, she was always great with aftercare her go to method would be a bath, she would run a nice bath after a hard session and relax with you while you let everything melt away in the warm tub.
Body Parts— Rio was obsessed with your body, touching you physically as often as she could. But your eyes, a part she couldn't touch but she just loved to hold your gaze, let looking longingly into your iris while her deep colored eyes searched yours
Cum— Agatha loved the idea of being able to breed you, she often would use her magic to enchant her strap, making the whole interaction feel so real as she pounded her cum deep into you.
Dirty thoughts— Rio had an active imagination, her thoughts ran wild with ideas the things she could do to you but her favorite was, Rio longed to use her magic bounding you to the bed with her vines so she could ravish you, edging you while you were tied unable to move, hours of endless playtime all while flowers and vines wrapped around you until your couldn't take it anymore. The found the joy in your struggles, being a slight sadist and all.
Experiment— Agatha was very willing with you, she adored trying things to with you, Agatha was very precise on how she tried things nonetheless, she would research things you wanted to try offering the best experience for the both of you.
Favorite Position— Rio Was a stone top, she loved having you under her, she also loved to see your face while she played with you. So she would always love tying your legs open while having you lay on your back, forcing you to be at her mercy but she could watch your emotions display on your face. All your pain and pleasure.
Guidance— Agatha was a soft domme out of the bedroom, she liked to be in control with things in their lives. Agatha would often step in to order for you, help you get ready, do simple task for you till you were dependent on her help.
Humiliation- Rio had no issue teasing her sub, playing little games to keep them a blushing mess. Rio would mix praising and Degrading to keep her sub embarrassed, Rio would also give you task that were impossible to complete setting you up to fail just to punish you for failing like a sick little game.
Intimacy— Agatha loved the freaky and kinky sex, but she also loved just holding you. Agatha loved physical touch and honestly needed it, the action would often reassure her. Sometimes Agatha felt the best when you and her were cuddled up on the sofa watching tv just with you in her arms.
Jack off— Rio didn't allow you to touch yourself without her, but tying in with her humiliation kink sometimes the witch wanted a show. Rio would order you to touch yourself for her watching with a smirk while you played with yourself just for her. "Aww don't hid your face let me see how good you feel" Rios voice would whisper anytime you tried to avoid her gaze while doing so.
Kink— Agatha biggest kink, was her size kink, the idea of stretching you out on her strap or toys just watching you take everything she gave you like a good girl made every bone in her body melt. She adored watching your cunt swallow everything thing and toy she shoved inside you. She got creative with it.
Latex, Lingerie, and Leather— Rio often wore Leather, she wasn't a Latex person but adored wearing Leather and she knew you liked it when her gloves would rub on your skin. She also had a few whips and Floggers made of Leather that she would use on your body.
Mommy/Mistress— Agatha had a mommy kink and honestly was a mommy dom, to no one surprise she loved when you called her mommy, in and out of the bedroom, tying in with her love for Gentle domination she loved helping you, and babying/ caring for her sub.
Name calling— Rio would often do a bit of degrading mixed in with her Praises. Her favorites being "my dirty whore" or "you like being a play toy? My little slut?" Rios voice would be low but full of lust whenever she got to degrade her little pet.
Orgasm Control— Agatha trained you to be the perfect little pet, you knew better the to cum without mommy's permission. Agatha had you trained to not be able to cum without her orders so you always relied on Agatha's touch for your pleasure.
Power play— Rio loved a good challenge, she actually wanted you to fight back, try and dominate her, all because she knew you'd end up under her begging for her to let you cum after you tried so hard to be so big and strong only moments ago.
Quicky— Agatha didn't mind quickys but they are from from ideal, she would much more prefer to have you for a long period of time, giving her time to really enjoy you. Nonetheless sometimes quickys worked as great punishments when you were being a brat, pulling you to the side of an event out of sight just to finger you till you were close to cumming, then pulling out. Leaving you wet and needy until she had time to handle you.
Ropes— Rio did like to tie you up, but not with ropes, she wanted to use her vines and green magic to tie you up, if she was really feeling it maybe a few thorns would be in the vines. Depends how sadistic she was feeling that day.
Spanking— Agatha used spanking as a punishment, when you were being a brat it was often her method of correction. You would often find yourself acting out just to be bent of Agatha's knee held down with your pants around your ankles.
Toys— Rio had quite the collection of toys for playtime. Yet her favorite was her green strap that had many ridges along the shaft. It also paired well with a small vibrator she would put on your clit.
Unfair— Agatha did play dirty, her tricks were much kinder then Rios thought, she wanted you to fall into her trap as her sweet submissive pet, she knew ever trick to dumb you down and turn you into her perfect pet.
Vibrators— Rio absolutely loved how many uses Vibrators had, she would have you wear them like clothes for her fun. Adding them to your outfits like a little accessories watching you squirm in front of others throughout your day as she turned it on and off edging you slowly. Leaving you overstimulated.
Wild card— Agatha had no problem taking out her anger and emotions during playtime. When Agatha was stressed the sex just got better. Sometimes you didn't see it coming when you got shoved up against the wall into a heated make out sesh leaving you feeling her emotions on your lips.
eXtreme— Rio could be a bit much sometimes, her most extreme kink was knife play, sometimes she would drag her dagger down your chest laying it flat like a threat as she pounded you into the bed, the excitement of the risk brining you both pleasure.
Yearning— Agatha has a lot do trust issues, and when she found you, someone she longed for she couldn't let you slip away, She would keep you close and away from others to the best of her ability.
Zzz— Rio loved to wake you up with her tongue between your thighs, wrapped around your sensitive clit watching you whine and squirm awake.
