#ley requests

[wandamaximoffsbadgirl]

prompt 8 and 14 (shy readers first time) and moms bsf wanda

You Were Red and You Liked Me Because I Was Blue

Mom's bsf!Wanda Maximoff x shy!innocent!Romanoff!fem!reader

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, age gap relationship (W=35, R=20) W calls herself Mommy, use of pet names, W fingers R

A/N: I worked on this all day while I didn't feel good and I have a killer headache at the moment so if I missed any warning I'm sorry. I can't think anymore.

The air was cold, without snow falling to distract you it felt unbearable to be waiting for your ride back home for break. Unfortunately you mom was off on a work trip until 3 days before Christmas so instead her best friend, Wanda would be picking you up.

Normally Wanda would have also been preoccupied this time of year, but since her and Vision finalized their divorce and custody of the boys, Vision would be getting them Christmas break first.

You couldn't imagine what that must be like for Wanda. Suddenly after 10 years of family tradition she was alone again and Wanda being alone was never a good thing. You'd known Wanda for a long time. After Natasha helped take down the red room she'd taken you, the youngest widow on the ship under her wing. The day you gained Natasha as a mom, you also gained an aunt Yelena. You had always heard stories of the famous Black Widow that got away and you'd seen Yelena training with others the greatest child assassin the world has ever known. Though you know her now as Auntie Lena who eats Mac and cheese straight out of the pot.

You're pulled out of your thoughts when you see the familiar red subaru ascent. Wanda pulled up with a smile as you opened up the trunk to set your luggage in before quickly getting in the passenger seat with a shiver. Wanda pulled you into her arms, your body instantly heating from her contact.

“Hi sweetheart. How was the flight in?” She asked near your ear, making your heart skip a beat as you pulled back, trying to calm your body down.

“It was fine. Better than having you drive five hours to come grab me.” You told her as you put on your seat belt.

“I wouldn't have minded a 5 hour road trip with you sweet girl.” You bit the inside of your cheek at her words, choosing to stare out the window as she pulled away from the airport.

With Wanda's help you brought your luggage into the house and headed to your room to finally lie down and stretch out. The flight was only an hour and a half and the car ride back was about a half hour. You had barley acknowledged Wanda when she said about her starting on dinner instead choosing to go shower and clean yourself up.

You'd been told that even though you're an adult your mom wanted Wanda there with you. She said it was so you could keep an eye on the other. For Wanda it was so you'd stay out of trouble and for you it was to keep Wanda company. Natasha knew what it was like for Wanda to be alone.

What you and Natasha didn't know though was Wanda had fawned over you since she met you. When Natasha first introduced you and Yelena you always hid away. A little mouse making little to no noise as you moved. Even your thoughts were quiet to Wanda. It was something she found solace in around you. She knew what had happened to you and the other widows. Though you were next step of perfecting what Drekovy wanted out of the widows, total control they had perfected and for you, the only survivor of your age group, an enhanced super soldier serum. It gave you all the same enhancements as Steve and Bucky, but you stayed small, unassuming so no one ever saw you coming.

“Y/N! Dinner's ready sweet girl!” Wanda called up as you looked over yourself in the mirror, the scars lining your arms, shoulders, chest. They were everywhere.

You took the stairs two at a time, hair still damp, but Wanda's cooking smelt too good to keep her waiting. She looked up from moving things from the counter to the dining table. Natasha always used to have these ‘family meals’ where her parents, Yelena, Wanda, Vision, and the boys would come over. They stopped happening when Wanda and Vision decided to get the divorce. A smile was on Wanda's face,

“I made your favorite. Help me move it over to the table.” You happily helped out so the two of you could eat dinner together.

As Wanda was cleaning up and insisting that you go relax on the couch and get a movie ready you watched her from the couch, forgoing a movie and putting on The Office instead. You needed the background noise because to you your thoughts felt so loud that Wanda must be able to hear you if you didn't have something distracting her.

As she finished up and sat next to you she gave no indication of hearing your thoughts which she often did to those around her. Her arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you against her as if you were two magnets. You bit the corner of your lips trying to watch the show.

You knew Wanda was experienced obviously, she has twins. You on the other hand haven't even gotten the opportunity to kiss a girl or a boy or anyone because from the day you met Wanda all you ever wanted was her. You'd never tell her that though.

She was with Vision when you met her nearly 13 years ago. With everything that happened after that with Thanos and then defeating him without the loss of half the population you could just live life normally for the first time.

Wanda's hand found your thigh, rubbing gently as she watched the show, one the two of you have watched multiple times over the years. You enjoyed sitcoms like she did along with being introduced to reality TV which is just a guilty pleasure really.

“W-Wands…” your voice was barely a whisper and Wanda pretended not to hear you. Not even when you started squirming under her touch as her hand grew closer to your hot center. Her hand squeezed you as you let out a little whimper. “Wands…” you tried again, trying to be louder, but you couldn't. Once again your plea goes unacknowledged as her pinky brushes against your clit, your hands fly down to her wrist. She finally looks at you. You don't dare look at her.

“What's wrong sweet girl?” She asks so innocently as if she has no idea what she's doing.

“W-Wands…I…you…” you fumble with your words. Her other hand reaches your chin, forcing you to look at her.

“What about us sweet girl?” You open your mouth, but nothing comes out. She pulls you onto her lap, her hands resting on your hips. “Just watch the show sweet girl. Let Mommy play.” You felt like fireworks went off in your stomach. Sure you'd heard the boys call Wanda Mommy and yeah you'd heard her call herself Mommy over the years, but never in the tone she just used and never directed at you.

You felt like everything on you was burning except for Wanda's hands that were always cold and clad in rings. You did as told keeping your eyes on the screen until you felt her hand push past your waistband. Your hands once again grabbing her wrist, not because you didn't want her to, you really wanted her too. You were nervous.

“W-Wands…I've never…” Wanda moved forward, tilting her head to look at you.

“Not ever at college?” She questioned. You shook your head.

“N-not even a kiss…” you admitted. Wanda's hand leaving your shorts and moving to your face.

“These precious lips haven't kissed anyone else?” You shook your head, “So I'll be your first?” She asked pulling you closer. All you could manage as your heart pounded was a soft ‘mhmm’ before her lips touched yours.

As her lips meet yours, it's a gentle yet electrifying sensation, sending waves of warmth cascading through you. Wanda's touch is tender, guiding you through this unfamiliar territory with ease and patience. With each fleeting moment, you feel yourself melting into her embrace, the world around you fading into the background.

When Wanda pulls back, there's a brief moment of hesitation, as if time itself is holding its breath. You find yourself lost in her gaze, a mixture of emotions swirling within you – anticipation, vulnerability, and a newfound courage. Slowly, a soft smile tugs at the corners of Wanda's lips, her eyes sparkling with tenderness.

With a gentle brush of her fingers against your cheek, Wanda whispers words of reassurance, her voice a soothing melody in the stillness of the room. And as you lean into her touch, a sense of peace settles within you.

The night carried on without Wanda trying to slip past your shorts instead she kept stealing kisses late into the night before deciding it was time for bed. It was when you moved you could feel just how wet you'd before and you freeze, your thighs smacking tightly together. Wanda stopped, a tug on your hand.

“What's wrong sweet girl?” She looked back at you, confusion etched on her face.

“It…its..icky…” you squirmed and Wanda smirked, taking two steps towards you.

“Don't worry my sweet girl,” she tilted your head up, “Mommy is going to take good care of you.” Her breath against your lip, her voice sweet and thick with her accent, the one you heard all those years ago. Your legs want to turn to jelly.

Wanda wasn't expecting you to stay quiet once her fingers slipped past your wet folds, but you did. Little breathy moans, small whimpers, tiny pleas fell past your lips as your face burned and your eyes screwed shut.

“Don't close your eyes Detka. Look at me.” You could only obey with her voice sounding the way it did. You looked at her, she smiled at you and only picked up her pace.

You squirmed and felt like you were going to burst as you whimpered and tried to get away, but she held you there. You tried closing your legs, but she held them open.

“Open your legs Detka. I wanna see you.” Her nails dug into your thigh.

“F-feels weird…” you squeaked out.

“You're gonna cum for Mommy it'll make you feel better. Go on. Let it happen.” As if your body was waiting on her word, that coil inside of you snapped. Your back arched as your eyes rolled back. “That's a good girl…Mommy’s good girl.” Her fingers slowed down before leaving you. Your eyes closed but soon enough Wanda was helping you sit up.

“Water sweet girl. Take a few sips.” You did as told, knowing Wanda always knew best. When she felt you had enough she tapped your cheek and you let go.

She helped you clean yourself up, the cool towel feeling nice against your hot skin and then into pajamas which only consisted of an old band t-shirt of Wanda's and a pair of your panties. As she got the two of you settled into your bed, holding you against her chest. Her fingers moved through your hair as your eyes began to flutter she spoke,

“We're going to have a lot of fun until your mom comes home.” You smiled against her skin. You almost hoped she wouldn't be home for Christmas if it meant more time playing like this with Wanda.

[wandamaximoffsbadgirl]

Hello 0w0

Can I request a fic about stalker and future kidnapper Agatha Harkness x fem! reader? Perhaps reader's personal belongings have been disappearing. Eventually, Agatha kidnaps reader and apologizes for stealing reader’s belongings but stresses that since you will now live together forever, she will return reader’s belongings

Her Prize.

Stalker!Agatha Harkness x fem!reader

Word count: 2K

Summary: Things of yours start to go missing you believe it to just be your normal forgetfulness, but something is off...

Warnings: MDNI, 18+ due to themes, kidnaping, stalking, Stockholm Syndrome, non-consensual restraints, emotional distress, power imbalance, Agatha having powers implied but never stated

Authors notes: I had a lot of fun writing this thank you for the request~

The strange occurrences began weeks ago. Small items—your favorite scarf, a cherished book, even a mug you loved—started vanishing from your apartment. At first, you chalked it up to forgetfulness, but the unease grew when you noticed nothing else seemed out of place.

Agatha had been watching you for months, her obsession blossoming from admiration to something darker. She couldn't help herself; you were a beacon of warmth and innocence in her otherwise lonely world. Stealing your belongings had been a way to feel closer to you, to keep pieces of you in her home.

But that wasn't enough.

The night she took you, she was meticulous. The chloroform barely left a mark, and when you awoke, you were in a lavishly decorated room filled with your missing items.

"I'm sorry for taking these from you," Agatha murmured, kneeling beside your bed. Her voice was soft, almost tender. "But now that you're here, you'll have them back. You'll have everything back. Because this is your home now, forever.”

You stared at her, your heart pounding like a drum in your chest. Your eyes darted around the room, taking in the stolen items—your scarf draped neatly over a chair, your book on a nightstand, even the mug sitting pristinely on a shelf as if it belonged there all along. It was surreal, a nightmare you couldn’t wake up from.

“What... what the hell is this?” you finally stammered, your voice trembling as you tried to press your back further into the headboard. “Who are you? Why am I here?”

Agatha’s lips curved into a gentle, almost pitying smile. “Shh, darling. Don’t be afraid,” she said, her tone dripping with faux reassurance. She reached out as if to touch your hand but paused when you flinched. “You’re safe now. With me. No one will ever hurt you again.”

“You kidnapped me!” you shouted, the sharpness of your voice surprising even yourself. You yanked your hands away, curling them protectively in your lap. “This isn’t safety! This is—this is insane!”

Her expression flickered, the smile faltering for a fraction of a second before she regained her composure. “I know it might feel that way now,” she said, crouching lower as if trying to meet your eyes. “But you’ll see. In time, you’ll understand. This world—it’s cruel, cold. People don’t appreciate you the way I do.”

She gestured around the room. “Look at this, my darling. I’ve cared for you from afar for so long. Everything here, everything I’ve done, is for you. So we can finally be together.”

“You had no right!” you snapped, tears welling in your eyes. “To take my things. To take me! I don’t even know you!”

Agatha sighed, a hint of frustration creeping into her tone as she straightened up. “You will. You’ll know me better than anyone else ever could. You’ll see that I’m the only one who truly understands you.” She leaned closer, her gaze intense, yet oddly tender. “And when you realize that, my sweet girl, you’ll thank me for saving you.”

Her words sent a chill down your spine, and panic clawed at your chest. You scrambled off the bed, backing toward the door, but Agatha moved faster, blocking your path with an unsettling calm.

“I didn’t want to frighten you,” she murmured, almost regretful. “But you leave me no choice.” Her hand reached for your arm, her grip firm yet careful as if handling a delicate object. “You’ll learn to love me, darling. And I’ll give you everything you’ve ever wanted. You’ll never have to feel alone again.”

Tears streaked down your face as you struggled against her hold, the realization sinking in that you weren’t leaving anytime soon. Agatha’s smile returned, softer this time, as if she were comforting a child.

“Don’t cry,” she whispered, pulling you close despite your resistance. “You’re mine now. And I’ll never let you go.”

Your mind raced as Agatha held you close, her arms strong and unyielding despite the gentleness in her touch. You couldn’t let this be your reality. Not here, not with her.

Over the next few hours—or maybe days, you weren’t sure—you pretended to cooperate, nodding and murmuring vague responses to Agatha’s reassurances. All the while, you watched and waited, scanning the room and her movements for any chance to escape.

Then it came. She’d left the room to retrieve something—food, you thought, though you weren’t hungry—and the door had been left ajar. You bolted without hesitation, your bare feet silent against the hardwood floor as you darted down an unfamiliar hallway.

The house was vast and eerily quiet, filled with antique furniture and heavy curtains that blocked out any natural light. Your heart pounded as you tried door after door, only to find them locked.

“Darling?” Agatha’s voice echoed, calm and almost playful. The sound froze you in place. “What are you doing, hm? You know you can’t leave.”

You didn’t respond, forcing your legs to move again, faster this time. But just as you reached a staircase that seemed to lead downward, Agatha appeared at the top, her sharp eyes locking onto yours.

“Enough,” she said, her voice carrying an edge you hadn’t heard before.

You turned to run the other way, but she was quicker. With a flick of her wrist, she grabbed your arm, spinning you to face her. You struggled, kicking and clawing, but her grip was ironclad.

“I see we need to set some boundaries,” Agatha said, her tone firm but not angry. If anything, she sounded... disappointed. “I didn’t want it to come to this, but you’ve left me no choice.”

The next thing you knew, you were back in the room, sitting on the edge of the bed as Agatha knelt at your feet. Her touch was careful as she fastened a thick, padded shackle around your ankle, the chain attached to a sturdy bolt in the floor.

“It’s not forever,” she murmured, glancing up at you with a mixture of regret and resolve. “Just until you understand. This is for your safety, darling. And mine.”

You stared at her in disbelief, tears threatening to spill over again. “You can’t keep me like this,” you whispered, your voice hoarse.

“I can,” she replied simply, brushing her fingers lightly against your cheek before standing. “And I will. For as long as it takes.”

The chain was long enough for you to reach the small adjoining bathroom, but the room itself had no windows, and any furniture you might have used to pry the bolt loose was too heavy to move. Time became meaningless, the days—or nights—blurring together.

The only constant was Agatha. She was your only source of interaction, bringing you meals, books, and clothes, always speaking to you with the same calm, affectionate tone. She’d sit with you for hours, trying to engage you in conversation or stroking your hair when you refused to respond.

“You’ll adjust,” she’d say, her fingers combing through your hair. “You’re just overwhelmed now, but soon, you’ll see how much better life is with me.”

The days dragged on in monotony, and without realizing it, you began to adjust to your new reality. Agatha's presence, once suffocating, became a strange comfort. Her voice, her touch, her constant reassurances—it all seeped into your mind, easing the sharp edges of your resistance.

You didn’t notice when you stopped flinching at her touch or when the sound of her voice no longer made your chest tighten. Somewhere along the way, her absence during the day began to feel like an ache.

One evening, she brought you your usual meal—a warm bowl of soup and a slice of bread. She placed it gently on the table beside you, her gaze softer than you’d ever seen it.

“I need to run a few errands,” she said, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “I’ll be gone for a little while, but I promise I’ll be back soon.”

You nodded numbly, your eyes flickering to the door out of habit.

Then, she leaned down and pressed a kiss to your temple, a gesture so tender it made your breath catch. “Be good while I’m gone, darling,” she murmured.

Her words lingered long after she’d left. At first, you relished the quiet, the freedom of being truly alone. But as the hours turned into a day, then two, a gnawing anxiety began to settle in your chest.

What if something had happened to her? What if she wasn’t coming back?

You tried to shake the thought, pacing the small room with the length of the chain, but it didn’t help. The silence was oppressive, and the walls seemed to close in on you.

On the third day, you sat by the door, staring at the spot where she’d last stood. Your heart ached in a way you didn’t understand, a dull, persistent throb that left you restless and confused.

When you finally allowed yourself to admit it, the realization hit like a punch to the gut.

You missed her.

You missed the sound of her voice, the way she hummed softly as she set down your meals. You missed her touch, her presence, the way she always looked at you like you were the only thing that mattered.

Tears pricked at your eyes as you curled up on the bed, clutching one of the blankets she’d given you. The scent of her perfume still lingered faintly on the fabric, and you buried your face in it, your chest tightening with a mix of longing and fear.

“Agatha…” you whispered into the silence, your voice trembling. “Please come back.”

The days stretched on, and with each passing hour, the fear grew stronger. You weren’t sure what scared you more—that something had happened to her, or that she might never return.

On the fifth day, you were curled up on the bed, your legs drawn to your chest, staring blankly at the door. The ache in your chest had become unbearable, every creak of the house making you jump with anticipation. But it was always just the house settling, never her.

You had no appetite. The untouched meals from the past two days sat on the table, cold and forgotten. You couldn’t think of eating when the thought of her not coming back gnawed at your mind.

Then, late that evening, the sound of a key turning in the lock echoed through the quiet house. Your head snapped up, and before you could stop yourself, you bolted to the door, the chain pulling taut as you strained against it.

When the door opened, and Agatha stepped inside, you felt a wave of relief so overwhelming it nearly knocked you over. She looked tired, her hair slightly disheveled and her coat damp from the rain outside. But she was here. She was safe.

“Darling,” she said softly, closing the door behind her. Her brows furrowed as she took in your tear-streaked face and trembling form. “What’s wrong?”

“You’re back,” you choked out, your voice breaking. “You were gone for so long—I thought—I thought you weren’t coming back.”

Her expression softened, and she quickly crossed the room, dropping her bag on the floor. She knelt in front of you, her hands gently cupping your face as she tilted your chin up to meet her gaze.

“Oh, sweetheart,” she murmured, her thumb brushing away a stray tear. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to worry you.”

Your hands gripped her sleeves tightly, as if letting go would make her disappear. “You didn’t say how long you’d be gone. I thought something happened to you, or that you…” You trailed off, unable to finish the sentence.

“I would never leave you,” Agatha said firmly, her tone laced with an unshakable certainty. “You’re my everything. I just didn’t realize how much you’d miss me.”

You pressed your face into her shoulder, letting out a shaky breath as her arms wrapped around you. The relief of having her back was almost dizzying.

“I’m here now,” she whispered, her lips pressing softly against your temple. “And I promise, I won’t leave you like that again. I’ll always come back to you.”

Her words soothed the lingering fear in your chest, and for the first time in days, you felt a sense of peace. You didn’t even notice when you whispered, “I missed you,” against her shoulder.

Agatha smiled, a victorious gleam in her eyes as she held you closer. “I missed you too, my darling. More than you could ever know.”

[wandamaximoffsbadgirl]

Hiya 😍 so I would like to request about dark! Agatha Harkness and fem!reader with smut cause she hot when she evil

Mommy’s Good Girl

Dark!Agatha Harkness x fem!reader

Summary: How long have you been here?

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, kiddnaping/manipulation, Agatha uses magic to mess with your memories, enchanted strap, breeding, Agatha uses magic like it's a drug on you

Word count: 955

A/N: Kinda struggled with what I wanted to do with this, but I'm happy with what it turned into

It had been a few months since you had come to Westview. You couldn't remember when exactly, but you found yourself living with your girlfriend, Agatha Harkness. Though she never allowed you outside of the house.

“It's dangerous out there dear. Mommy knows best.” She'd say and your mind would go fuzzy. Big thoughts leaving your head.

“You don't need all those big thoughts baby. Those are for Mommy to deal with.” You had no room to argue. You weren't even sure you could. The words alluding you completely.

You weren't sure why your brain always got so fuzzy after you'd ask a big girl question, but it always did. A purple tint in your eyes that you'd blink away along with those thoughts.

You were curled up on the couch one night with Agatha, her arm wrapped around your waist. Your head on her chest as she rubbed your thigh. You felt a wetness pool between your legs as you looked up at her.

“M-Mommy?” You dared ask, but she'd just shush you as she carried on until you were squirming. Your hand tightening into a fist on her shirt. Another plead falling past your lips as she looked at you with faux concern.

“Oh dear you're so silly. You know you're only good for Mommy’s pleasure, right?” Your face scrunched up in confusion. What was she talking about you had never…

A purple tint covered your eyes as you closed them tightly. That familiar fuzzy feeling back. “That's Mommy’s good girl. You're going to take what Mommy gives you and then you're going to forget like you always do so Mommy can enjoy that innocence of yours dear.” You groaned, trying to push away, but you had no strength. Another tint of purple and whispered words in your ear, “You want this dear. Don't run from Mommy.” Your eyes widened, everything only becoming fuzzier. You couldn't make out anything except her.

“Mmm Mommy…icky…” you squirmed, rubbing your thighs together.

“Oh? Do your princess parts feel all icky?” she cooed and you nodded. A wicked smile crossing her features. “Don't worry Mommy knows how to fix it.” The look you beamed up at her was her favorite everytime she did this. That look of innocent bliss of her being able to fix you. You would look so innocent until she was was three fingers deep. Fingers moving roughly to build you up only to stop just before you were there. A whine pushing past your lips only for her to push you. A snap of her fingers and you were both naked, how did she…? You never had time to finish that thought before her strap was pounding into you. Your mind goes absolutely blank. The only words you could form now were,

“Mommy, please! S'full Mommy!”

“That's my good girl. Taking Mommy so well. You're Mommy’s little pleasure doll aren't ya?” she asks and you nod, in your fuzzy state this was all you ever wanted, her, all of her, all of Mommy.

“Yesh Momma! S'full! Love it s'much!” You cry out feeling your coil tighten up. Your eyes widening looking up at her as you feel it get tighter and tighter with every thrust. She's hitting just the right spot relentlessly. Until you're pushed over the edge. Your coil snapping as you screamed and moaned out, clawing and biting on your Mommy. She whispered little praises in your ear.

“Mommy’s good girl. That's it. Let it happen baby. Mommy’s taking care of the icky feeling. Let it all out.” As she fucked you through the orgasm, the fuzziness dissipating, you tried pushing away. Overstimulation setting in.

Purple. Blink. Fuzzy.

“Mommy still needs to cum baby. Mommy’s gonna breed you like she always does and maybe this time you'll be good and give me what I want.” You groan at her words.

You could feel the overstimulation, yet you moved your hips with her letting orgasms rip through you, tears streaming down your cheeks that Agatha so kindly leaned down and licked off you with a moan.

“You're so pretty when you cry. I love seeing you all broken beneath me.” You felt her thrusts quicken, her breathing pick up. “Mommy’s cumming baby. Gonna fill you up and breed you baby. It's all your good for. Mommy’s breedable pet.”

“Yesh Mommy yesh…” you managed out, your throat hurt from screaming and moaning. She did a final rough thrust, hitting the deepest parts of you as you felt her fill you. A moan ripped from your throat, “Mommy’s breedable pet…” made its way past your lips.

“Such a good girl. It's too bad I have to take your memories.” Confusion on your face as you looked up through the haze as you saw her eyes glow purple and a purple mist come from her hand towards you.

“No Mommy please be good! I'll be good!” You tried to argue as waves of memories hit you of every time this happened. How long you'd actually been here in this almost constant fuzzy state. It wasn't a few months. It had been a few years.

You looked up with pleading eyes, more tears falling, you just wanted to be Mommy’s good girl. You couldn't live without her. Why would you want to? She takes care of everything even if she's kept you trapped here as her sex doll, her breedable pet. You didn't want to be anything else. You didn't want to forget.

You blinked, eyes feeling heavy. The room spinning as you tried to fight it. “Want Mommy please…be good…good baby, good pet.” Your words are slurring.

“Shhh sleep.” Purple. Blink. Darkness.

Maybe someday you'd convince her you wouldn't leave, but today wasn't that day.

[wandamaximoffsbadgirl]

for a prompt? 3 words sugar mommy agatha... perhaps ✨️feelings✨️ are involved fluff? smut? idk (sorry this is vague)

Please Mommy?

Sugar Mommy!Agatha Harkness x Sugar baby!fem!reader

Summary: You're such a good girl for Mommy and good girls get rewarded.

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, R calls A Mommy, A calls R Princess, Fingering, strap use, degradation, Agatha teasing you while on the phone, oral fixation

Word count: 1.4K

A/N: This honestly felt so sweet to write~

Your eyes sparkled as you looked through the window of a shop on Broadway. You were looking at all the pretty rings they had you’d always loved to accessories with rings adorning your fingers. Your tongue poked out ever so slightly as you smiled looking over the different rings, they had a whole line of Disney princess inspired rings and before you could even ask you felt an arm around your waist, a small squeak coming out of you as she pulled you against her.

“See something you like princess?” You smiled up at her, she loved seeing you so happy. The two of you had started this relationship close to a year ago and at first you were hesitant to ask for things. Soon enough though you became more comfortable with outright asking and Agatha had no problem saying no if she felt you didn’t deserve something.

Today the two of you were out because Agatha had been away and you had been so well behaved in her absence that she promised she’d treat you to a special day.

“They just have so many pretty rings Mommy!” You turned your attention back to the rings glistening in the sunlight. You looked over all of them and then one caught your eye, it was a ring that wasn’t closed a round diamond on one side and the other was a tetragonal. “Ooo Mommy that one!” You called out excitedly. She followed your finger and smiled.

“Okay princess let’s go inside and get you one your size.” You did a little wiggle in happiness at the prospect of getting a new ring.

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After many hours of being out in Time Square you and Agatha arrived back at her home, well it was slowly becoming yours as well little bits of you littered everywhere from throw blankets, to clothes, to your Nintendo switch.

Before Agatha could even stop you you were wiggling out of your ‘outside’ clothes and into one of her shirts that looked more like a night gown on you as you curled yourself up on the couch ready to recharge your social battery.

“Did you have a good time princess?” Agatha asked taking care of the mess you left behind knowing now wasn’t the time to reprimand.

“Yes Mommy thank you for everything.” You responded with a yawn.

“I think it’s nap time darling. Close your pretty eyes now Mommy will wake you up soon.” You gave a sleepy smile as you closed your eyes.

You sat up, rubbing your eyes calling out, “Mommy?” You got no response as you looked around. Grumbling you got up bringing your blanket with you. As you headed upstairs towards her office you could hear her talking on the phone with someone which explains why she didn’t answer. You slip your way into her office and she smiles at you gesturing you to come over.

You happily make your way over leaving your blanket on the couch she has in her office to sit her her lap. You happily sit there playing with a fidget she keeps on her desk for you as she carries on her conversation until you feel her hand move onto your thigh. You look back, but she moves her hand to face you back forward, moving her hand back to your thigh. She rubs and squeezes soon enough pushing her fingers against your clothed and very wet cunt. You have to bite your lip to keep quiet.

She lets her fingers slip past your panties, running through your slick folds, kissing your shoulder blade gently as she pushes two fingers into you making you gasp and cover your mouth. You didn’t want her to stop and if you got too loud where the person she was talking with could hear you she’d leave you like that for the rest of the night.

You slowly moved your hips against her fingers which she so graciously allowed you. Small whimpers and mewls falling past your lips as she carried on teasing you as she continued her conversation and you could only hope it would end soon. If you didn’t ask for permission you weren’t allowed to cum. You could feel it building up so nicely and that’s when you heard it,

“Alright this was a productive call. We’ll carry out with it on Monday Wanda. I’ll see you then. Buh-bye dear.” Before you could think Agatha stood up, bending you over her desk, fingers pumping in and out of you roughly.

“Ahhh Mommy!” You squeaked out.

“Such a little slut, you were already so wet for Mommy. Did it turn you on that I was on the phone? That she might hear you?” Agatha teased, gripping her other hand into your hair, pulling roughly as you let out a loud moan.

“Yes Mommy! Yes! I was good though! She didn’t hear me!”

“That’s right princess she didn’t which means you get to cum.” Suddenly her fingers left you, you whined at the loss. “Shhh don’t worry Mommy is going to fill you up.” You perked up, looking behind you to see her pulling out your favorite thick purple strap that you had picked out.

“Mmmm please Mommy!” You wiggled your butt making her chuckle.

“Such good manners princess, but Mommy was already giving it to you. No need to beg more.” She spoke as she lined herself up, slowly pushing into you until she bottomed out and you you feel the fake cock fill you up completely as you moaned out. “You can cum whenever you want princess you’ve been so good all day for Mommy.”

“Thank you Mommy! Thank you!” You cried out as she pounded into you until you’re tightening and cumming around her strap. You fall back against the desk. Slowly she pulls out and this time you groan at the loss as you clench around nothing.

“Shhh Mommy’s got you Princess. Let’s go get you a nice bubble bath.” You nod dumbly as she helps get you up and cling onto her as she gets the bath ready. Once you two are in the bath you search for her hand until you find it. She already knows what you’re looking for as she holds out her pointer and middle finger. You let your lips wrap around them, sucking gently.

“You are my precious little princess, you know that?” She asks softly and you nod, leaning back against her, closing your eyes.

“I love you Mommy...” You mumble hesitantly. Feelings weren’t supposed to be a thing and yet here you were saying the ultimate phrase. You couldn’t help it, it was the truth and Mommy always encourages you to tell the truth. She was quiet for a moment. She tapped lightly on your tongue, her signal for you to release and as much as you didn’t want to you did. You let her fingers go and she tilted your face back towards her as she pulled you into a soft kiss.

“Say that again.” She husked against your lips, kissing you again and again until you let the words slip out once more. This time against her lips,

“I love you Mommy.”

“Again.”

“I love you.” The kisses didn’t stop, you were pulled into her, completely pressed against her,

“Again.”

“I love you Agatha.” You heard and felt her moan into the kiss at the use of her name. You rarely used it anymore, but now felt like a moment to use it.

“I love you Princess. I love you Y/N.” She pulled away and looked you in the eyes. “I know we said no feelings, but how could I not fall for a precious little thing like you Princess?” Agatha smiled and kissed you again.

“I couldn’t ask for a better Mommy...you’re so good to me all of the time even when I’m a brat. How could I not love someone as loving and caring as you Mommy?”

The two of you spent a little extra time in the tub that night. The water going cold before you two finally stepped out. Agatha got you put into a new pair of panties and a different shirt of hers that you proudly wore. You loved being hers and she loved knowing you were hers. The two of you cuddled up under the sheets as you sucked on her fingers and she gave you kisses on top of your head until both of you fell asleep.

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Hiii

Can I request top!Agatha Harkness x bottom!reader? And Agatha overstimulates reader with her fingers and magic. maybe you could add breeding kink

PLEASE 🥺

Under Her Spell

Top!Agatha Harkness x bottom!Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, top!Mommy!Agatha, subby!reader, overstimulation (R), use of vibrator (R), Agatha uses magic to restrain R, A uses magic strap on R, breeding kink, magic strap does have cum

Word Count: 1,151

A/N: I had a fun time exploring this first time really writing Agatha, so I did go a little overboard from my usual requests. Hope you enjoy anon!

The rays of the setting sun flooded through the double floor to ceiling picture windows leading into the living room of your shared space. You had fallen asleep for a nap earlier in the afternoon only to be woken up by the rays on your face.

The timing seemed to be perfect though as you heard the familiar sound of the front door unlocking and opening. Shoes being taken off and set on the rack by the door. Keys dropped in the bowl.

“I'm home, angel!” you hear your girlfriend call out, making you smile as you get up from your spot on the comfy sectional. You kept your blanket wrapped around you, not willing to give up its warmth just yet.

You shuffled your way over. A smile on your face as well as hers as her deep blue eyes settle on you.

You bound up to her, blanket falling and forgotten about as the warmth of her embrace takes over.

“Welcome home!” You say, burying your face in her chest.

“Did you miss me dear?” You look up at her nodding “We're you a good girl while I was out?”

“Of course! I was the best!” Agatha already knew that, of course she did. She always had eyes and ears around the house to keep an eye while she was away.

“Well good girls deserve rewards, don't they?” She pulled you up and into a kiss, slowly moving the two of you to the bedroom. “Strip down sweetie. I'm going to get some toys to play with.” You undressed quickly, not wanting to upset Agatha and got yourself on the bed as she came back with only a magic wand making you tilt your head in confusion.

Before you can verbally question anything Agatha waves her hand, purple swirls of magic tug on your wrist until they're above your head. Your legs being tugged in opposite directions being held firmly in place by her magic. You couldn't move even if you wanted to.

The wand is being held in place over your clit Agatha turning it on its highest setting.

“Ahhhh…Agatha…” she smirked down at you.

“Stay right there pet. I'm going to go take a shower.” You whine and try to squirm, but no matter how you moved the vibrator was in just the right spot. “Cum as much as you like pet. I want the bed soaked by the time I'm back.” That was how Agatha left you as she closed the on-suite bathroom door.

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“Are you still with me sweetie?” Your eyes glazed over as your head lulled towards her,

“Mama…” your brain was entirely fuzzy. Words are difficult for you right now. You lost count after five, but you knew from the look on Agatha's face she was happy.

Your eyes trailed over her still wet and naked body before your eyes landed on the magic strap between her legs and you knew this wasn't over. Agatha took the vibrator away from your now extremely overstimulated clit. You shudder in relief though you could still feel phantom vibrations from it being there for an hour.

“Are you ready dear?” Agatha asked, already knowing the answer. You dumbly nodded your head. “Such a good girl doing exactly as I had asked. Now it's time for your reward.” Agatha moved herself between your legs, lining herself up with you. She knew you were more than wet enough. She let your legs go in favor of holding them as she pushed into you. Making you moan out and pull against your restraints.

“Mommy! Touch! Pease!” Your last word slurring slightly as she hits your spot.

“Shhh soon baby, let Mommy enjoy you for a bit.” Agatha cooed into your ear in such a way that made you shiver and fall deeper into that fuzzy head space only being able to moan. Words are becoming too much for your brain to handle currently.

Agatha let her mouth wander, biting and sucking wherever she could, she loved marking you and since she had started you always had various states of hickies littering your body from fresh purple to healing yellows. A beautiful collage that Agatha had made across the canvas of your body.

You came back from your thoughts when Agatha added her fingers back into the mix on your clit.

“C-cummin’ Ma…” you somehow managed out.

“Go on, baby girl. Cum for Mommy.” Agatha husked, breathy in your ear. As the coil inside you snapped once more and she finally let your arms go as she continued to pump inside you.

“Mama…too mush…” you gripped her, scratching down her back.

“One more angel. I want you to cum with me. You can do that, right? You're such a good girl for me.” You nodded though everything felt like it was on fire in both the best and worst way.

The build up was quick for both of you as Agatha gripped you tightly, looking down into your Y/E/C orbs.

“I'm gonna cum baby. Gonna cum all inside you and fill up that pretty tummy until you're perfectly full and breed with my babies.” You moansled at her words, you hips moving with her own as, making her strap hit your deepest parts and as soon as she started to spurt inside of you, you snapped and joined her in the bliss of yet another orgasam as you gripped and clawed at Agatha only able to repeat, “Breed me Mommy…please…please breed me…” your brain on autopilot.

Agatha had trained you so well over your time together as her movement slowed down. Slowly pulling out making you groan and clench around nothing as she shushed and cooed at you.

“It's okay sweetie. I'm right here. I'm gonna grab you water and a towel.” With a flicker of Agatha's wrist the room was cleaned. No more of your mess on the bed and it even felt warm as you started drifting off until you felt the cold cloth against you as you instinctively tried to pull back, but her strong hands held you there. “It's okay baby I need to clean you. I know I overstimulated you didn't I?” she cooed, your hazy eyes looking at her.

“Yes.”

“You loved it though, didn't you?” she asked with a smile as she helped you sit up to drink some water.

“Yes.”

Agatha got the two of you in your pajamas with a snap of her fingers, letting you curl up against her body. You start falling asleep comfortably against your dominant and your girlfriend in your fuzzy little headspace.

“I love you Y/N you did so well for me tonight.” She whispered as she rubs your back and runs her fingers through your hair as you smile and press yourself further into her.

“I love you too, Aggie.” That night you fell asleep with a smile on your face.

[wandamaximoffsbadgirl]

hi i love your agatha fan fic so much ❤️ if your request still open, can you write fem reader ignoring agatha so agatha get her attention by masterbating in front of her and taunting her while she watch until agatha gets off making mess everywhere

You Just Want Attention.

Service top!Agatha Harkness x Power bottom!Fem!Reader

Word count: 633

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, A masturbates in front of R, R is packing, mentions of subspace, legal age gap(specific age not mentioned R is just younger than A)

A/N: Once again, sorry for the delay on this~

You might be younger than Agatha, but you swore she was more like a teenager when it came to just how horny she could be some days. All you were trying to do was get some work done. You worked for Stark Industries as a supervisor over the accounting department. You were going over the different budgets of things when Agatha had come into your office, saying she required your attention. You brushed her off though reminding her of your work. She tried convincing you to take a break, but you gave her what she dubbed ‘the mom look’ and pouted a bit before finding a seat on the couch that faces your desk.

At first you didn't take notice of what the witch was doing until a familiar little whimper came out her mouth. Your eyes flicking up at the familiar sound only to find your girlfriend with her skirt lifted up and rubbing. It seems she had forgone panties today.

“I don't remember giving you permission for that.” Your voice was harsh in its words, but Agatha just smiled, knowing she'd caught your attention finally.

“Just want you Sweetness. Need you desperately. Can’t you give me five minutes?” She was begging for you inbetween moans. You sighed,

“No. I have a deadline at five I can’t right now Aggie.” You turn your focus back to your work, still you could see Agatha carry on as if you weren’t there. Her moans pierced the air every so often as you worked. “If you’re going to carry on, you better at least ask for permission to cum.” All you got in response was a frantic nod.

Over an hour later she was a mess, you could see how wet she was from your desk. She'd asked you many times if she could cum, but each time you denied her request, making her stop touching just long enough that she could then build herself back up.

“Please sweetness. Please allow me to cum. Wanna show you how good you make me feel.” She asked. You had finished your work, just waiting for her to beg for a final time as you got up from your chair. You make your way over and sit at the coffee table right in front of Agatha's spread legs.

“Go on Mommy wanna watch you cum for me.” You say as you lean forward. Agatha's skin had been flush for a bit, but your words made the color darken. She loved these little moments. The little mind games the two of you played back and forth as she's finally allowed to come undone for you.

“Thank you sweetness. Thank you for letting Mommy cum!” She cried out, voice hoarse as you reach out a hand, letting your slender fingers run through her folds before bringing them to your mouth. Savoring her taste on your tongue before unbuttoning and unzipping your pants, pulling out the strap you'd been packing all morning. You'd been waiting to fuck her. Had even thought about making her cockwarm you while you worked, but the little show she displayed was fun in its own right.

Agatha stared wide eyed at the strap, her favorite purple strap. She her eyes had gone hazy before, but now they were like puddles melting.

“C-can't take more sweetness…” she tried to argue, but you both knew what was about to happen.

“Yes you can Mommy. Gonna take every inch of me and you're going to take everything I give you until I've had my fill. That's your punishment for being a slut who can't wait until I'm finished with my work.” Agatha could only whimper, looking up at you with wet, pleading eyes. Sure you called it a punishment, but Agatha was about to enjoy every second of it.

[wandamaximoffsbadgirl]

Oh Captian My Captain

This piece is my first request and I hope this is what you'd like

Carol Danvers x GN!Shapeshifter!Reader

Warnings: 18+, selfcest, oral(R to C), Fingering(R to C), dirty talk, begging

“You know I don't think I'll ever get used to being up here.” You say looking out the window in awe at the surrounding stars and planets, Carol had taken the two of you as close as she could to a star that was going supernova, it had to be one of the most beautiful sights other than your amazing girlfriend, Carol Danvers a.k.a Captain Marvel. 

You feel her toned arms wrap around you from behind, her chin resting upon your shoulder as she enjoyed the view with you for a few moments before both her hands and her mouth start to wander, making your knees feel weak,

“C-Captain…” a breathy noise makes its way out of your mouth as she turns you towards her, a devilish smirk on her face that you know can only mean one thing, she wants you to use your powers, shape-shifting. 

“What shall it be this time Captain?” Carol had a plethora of tastes that you had grown accustomed to and sure you two had plenty of sex without you shape-shifting, but Carol had fantasies and you were more than happy to oblige her requests.

“Me.” She states firmly her smile not wavering. She had asked for many different things, but this one was new. 

“You want me to shapeshift into you?” You clarify as she nods her head a small ‘yes’ coming past her lips as you cup her cheek. “Such a naughty girl Captain, wanting to fuck yourself? You've had me shift into a lot of different and strange things, but this?” You let your words hang as your features morph into the woman standing before you, “This takes the cake Captain.” Before you can stop her, her lips are crashing against yours with such a fever that you hadn't seen from your girlfriend in quite a long time. 

As you let her take control, which you normally did, but she was curious about her own body so you let her explore the body you loved exploring so much.

Soon enough the two of you were on the bed, clothes discarded, and your head between her thighs. Eating her out as if you were starving. 

Normally no matter what you shifted into for her she'd still always use your name or a pet name she'd decided suited the moment best, but right now it was different as you lapped up her juices, coating your entire chin you could tell just how turned on she was,

“A-ah…C-Carol…” she moaned out her own name and you smirked against her, moving your mouth back in favor of two fingers moving at a rough and fast pace,

“You're so naughty, Captain. You really just wanted to fuck yourself so badly. I think this is the wettest you've ever been.” You tell her and you can see the blush on her cheeks as she tries to look away. “No…no…none of that,” you grab her chin forcing her to look at you. “Look at me, Captain. You wanted this so badly.” You continue your rough pace making a string of moans tumble out your girlfriend's mouth,

“C-Carol…gonna cum!” 

“That wasn't how you ask Captain. Beg me for it.”

“Please…please can I cum?” 

“You can do better than that Captain, come on if you really want this you'll beg properly.”

“Please Carol can I cum! I wanna cum all over your fingers please!” You smirk as you lean down, crashing your lips against hers the push and pull of your normal dynamic thrown out the window as you wanted to make her a puddle beneath you, beneath herself. 

“Go on cum on your pretty slender fingers.” Without much else you feel her walls contract around your fingers, 

“Carol, Carol, Carol!” She chanted as her hips rocked against your fingers helping her down from the high.

Slowly slipping your fingers out, hearing her whine at the emptiness you coo at her, bringing your fingers to her lips as she happily welcomes them, sucking on them as you move yourself to a better cuddling position. You could tell how worn out she was from it and you were content with leaving things here for now.

“What about you?” Carol asks as you get up for the usual aftercare items.

“We can have round two later, okay?” You give her one last kiss before turning your appearance back to your usual self.

“I love you Y/N. Thank you for never judging me when I ask for you to shift.” She smiles up at you, genuinely it had bothered you at first, but seeing her smile and how happy it made her at the end was all you needed to carry on happily. 

“I love you too Carol. No matter what you ask me to shift into.” 

[wandamaximoffsbadgirl]

I'd like to request for Dark Witch Agatha, who is ecstatic after stealing another witch's powers and wants to fuck reader

please

The Price of Power

Dark!Agatha Harkness x fem!reader

Word Count: 517

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, A is referred to as Mommy, R is referred to as baby, magic strap, magic used like a drug, breeding if you squint.

A/N: I decided to put this in the same AU as Mommy's Good Girl~

To Agatha there was nothing that made her feel better than taking another witch's power. The rush it gave her and it always made her look and feel younger. Being over 330 years old Agatha thrived on taking the powers from others to stay young.

“Baby? Where are you?” Agatha called out for you and you bounded towards her from the other room in nothing, but an oversized shirt.

“Wow! Mommy you look so pretty!” You complimented and her hand waved you saw the purple tint, “No wait I-” you were too late the purple tint covered your eyes.

“Be a good girl for Mommy. Go up to the bed, strip yourself, and present for me.” All other thoughts became fuzzy and unobtainable to you. Doing as you were told by your Mommy.

The wet smacking sounds of Agatha taking you from behind and the little moans you were making were all that could be heard. That is until Agatha smacked your ass.

“Ah…ah…!”

“Who owns you?” Agatha asked not letting up.

“Y-you do Mommy! Only you!” you cried out, feeling her hit you so deep as that purple tint started to fade and you could enjoy your Mommy. Just as you were. You felt the tug on your hair, a moan coming out. Agatha had been toying with you for you couldn't even tell how long.

The purple haze you had become accustomed to. It was routine at this point. You remembered it now, but Agatha still felt a need to use it. To keep you completely pliant for her. You'd always obey so long as you were under her magic.

“Took some undeserving witches power today. Just like how I'm taking your virginity baby.” You moaned out and fought against her.

“No Mommy please! Wanna be your virgin girl always!” Agatha chuckled, pulling your back to her front as she plowed into you.

“A little late for that baby. Mommy’s taken it. Over and over and over. You'll always be Mommy's virgin. Mommy's slutty virgin.” She growled in your ear.

“Yes! Yesh…yesh! Mommy's slutty virgin! Always Mommy's slutty virgin!” You rolled your hips back, feeling yourself getting close. “Ah! Mommy! Feels funny down there! Gonna pee!” You cried out.

“Oh its okay baby go on. Cum all over Mommy's cock.” You body listened to her words, shaking as you came as she thrusts until she's filled you up from her magic strap. When she let go of you that tint came over your eyes.

Purple. Blink. Fuzzy.

“Mommy please…no…don't wanna…” you begged half heartedly.

“Shhhh baby. Mommy is going to take care of you. Don't worry. Sleep now.”

Purple. Blink. Darkness.

She caressed your face in such a loving way. Truly Agatha loved you, but she couldn't have you running away. She didn't trust you without her magic to keep you submissive.

“You know baby…Mommy truly loves taking others' magic, the best feeling ever. Well, I can think of just one better.” A smile pulled onto her face as she watched your magic induced sleep. You were her prized possession. She'd never let you go.