Notes: Reuqested, friends to lovers, smut, fingering, cunnulingus, virgin!reader
Summary: It’s a Friday night and Y/n and Needy are spending it bored in Jennifer’s room. When Needy mentions she passed on date night for it, Jennifer and Y/n push her to go. This leaves Jennifer and Y/n alone for the night, and something that started as a joke between the two quickly transforms into something more.
An: First request in forever hope its alright 🫣
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For being a girl as popular as she was, it was assumed that Jennifer Check would have more friends than she would know what to do with. Even despite her bitchy attitude, the attention she garnered from her looks alone was good enough reason to want to be around her. The thing is that Jennifer wasn’t stupid she knew that people would use her to gain social standing. It’s part of the reason that Jennifer didn’t really “do” friends.
The people that were close to her had been close to her for as long as anyone could remember. Needy and Y/n were the only real friends that Jennifer had. She liked it that way.
Jennifer didn’t need to explain herself to the pair, she didn’t need to dumb herself down, and she didn’t have to pretend to be nice. She could just be herself, which was seeming like more of a luxury these days.
“Jen, hello? Earth to Jennifer Check, where’d you go? I think we lost her Annie,” Y/n was waving her hand in front of the brunette’s face, while talking to the blonde at her side.
The three of them were piled into Jennifer’s room, on a Friday night.
Jennifer’s back hit the bed, “I’m so bored, we should’ve went to the bar tonight, I heard Low Shoulder was going to be there.”
“Not a chance. Annie and I would’ve been miserable while we watched you go play groupie to those losers,” Y/n follows suit lying flat on the bed.
“Needy knows how to party, besides she could’ve brought her boy toy.”
Needy rolls her eyes, but lays on the bed too, “You know I don’t like it when you call him that.”
“Precisely why I do it Anita,” Jennifer comments.
Needy lets out a sigh, “You know I canceled a date for this and he was really cool about it.”
Jen and Y/n sit up at the same time and say, “You what?”
“It’s no big deal.”
“It’s only 8, you have time. Tell him to come pick you up,” Y/n says looking at the blonde.
“But I already told my mom I was sleeping over,” Needy whines.
Jennifer gives the girl some words of encouragement, “You are going to sleep over… just at Chip’s. Now call your boy toy, first tell him to thank us, and then tell him that you should see a movie tonight.”
Just as the pair instructed Needy calls her boyfriend and he says that he's on his way.
“Are you guys sure you’re ok with me bailing?”
Y/n nods, “Go get laid, Annie. One of us deserves to tonight.”
She shoves your shoulder, “ Shut up you’re starting to sound too much like Jen.”
The dark-haired girl laughed, “Well you didn’t say she was wrong.”
Whatever snarky remark Needy was going to say dies as her phone rings. Chip is outside waiting for her.
“Remember, if he doesn’t give head, he’s better off dead,” Jennifer says as she pushes Needy out of the house.
“Meet us for breakfast tomorrow, the usual spot?” Y/n suggests and Needy nods.
“I’ll see you guys later.”
Jennifer and Y/n wave to her as Chip drives off in the direction of the movie theater.
“And then there were two,” Y/n says.
“You’re such a predictable nerd, I knew you would say that,” now it’s Jennifer rolling her eyes at you.
“Hey, need I remind you that you picked this predictable nerd to be one of your two friends. The other which is almost the same predictable nerd,” Y/n says as they walk back up the stairs.
Jen scoffs, “You’re nothing like Needy. For starters she’s with her boyfriend tonight, while you’re here with me.”
Y/n is quick to counter, “You’re basically my boyfriend anyway.”
“Oh am I?”
Y/n nods as they re-enter Jennifer’s room, “Yup.”
“And what could have possibly led you to this conclusion?”
Y/n jumps into Jen’s bed, “Well it’s Friday night and you have me in your bed.”
“You haven't heard of a hookup?”
Y/n closes her eyes briefly, “You like me too much for it just to be a hookup.”
Jen doesn't respond, instead she lets her eyes roam Y/n's figure. She’d be lying if she said the thought hadn’t crossed her mind once or twice. Y/n was in a way, exactly her type. Maybe a little more dorky than She'd usually go for, but Jen thought Y/n’s loser tendencies were endearing.
So, as she found herself alone with girl on a Friday night, no Needy, and no parents; she thought she'd try something.
Jennifer climbs onto the bed and straddles Y/n’s waist. The weight on her, made the girl open her eyes. She was slightly startled as she looked up at Jennifer.
“Maybe you’re right, definitely wouldn't call you a random hookup,” Jennifer’s face took on a look that Y/n had only seen her give other people.
Particularly boys that Jennifer would spend random nights with.
“What’re you doing ?”
Jennifer flips her head to the side, “We’ve known each other a long time, right Y/n?”
“Right,” the girl beneath her speaks breathlessly
“Have I ever told you how hot I think you are?”
Her hands reach for Y/n’s, guiding then to sit first on her thighs before sliding them up to her hips.
“Jen,” Y/n audibly gulps.
The dark-haired girl, giggles before rolling her hips down on Y/n. The dorky girl’s hands tighten their grip on Jennifer’s waist.
“Fuck Y/n, don't you want me?”
“Jennifer,” Y/n says more firmly this time.
Jennifer rolls her hips again, “You’re really going to make spell it out for you, aren’t you? You know, I like you right dingus, I've wanted you for a while now. You’re a dork, but I want you to be my dork.”
“This can't be real?” Y/n’s confusion peaks through.
“Let me show you how real it is, Y/n,” Jennifer’s look becomes less predatory and more desperate.
Y/n’s face began to heat up, “Jen I haven’t-”
“I can teach you,” she speaks gently, her hand caressing Y/n’s face.
“Promise me this isn’t just a hookup or some fucked up game you’re playing with me,” Y/n’s insecurities poke at her.
Jennifer leans down, so she is mere inches away from the other girl. Her hair falls, tickling Y/n’s face. Her eyes are softer than Y/n had ever seen as their breath mingles together.
“I like you, genuinely; no bullshit. We don’t have to do anything, if you don’t want-”
Y/n kisses her in the middle of speaking. It’s delicate and airy. A type of kiss that Jennifer isn’t used too. It takes the wind out of her.
“Be gentle with me Jen,” Y/n whispers against her lips.
She nods, “I’m going to worship you.”
Y/n feels her face heat even more. Jennifer connects their lips again. She holds back on the ferocity, but let’s the passion shining through the kiss. The sound of their lips colliding with each other and their shallow breaths made the room feel ten times hotter.
Y/n’s hand subconsciously left Jennifer’s waist to slink up and under her shirt. The skin there was cooler than she expected. Her touch was light but became even lighter as her hands skimmed over Jennifer’s bra.
Jennifer sits up breaking the kiss causing the girl beneath her to whine. Jen laughs at the sound before pulling her shirt over her head. Y/n’s eyes dilate at the sight of her abdomen. A small smirk tugs at Jennifer’s lips upon seeing Y/n’s reaction.
Her bra comes off next. Y/n’s eyes scale up Jennifer’s figure , lingering at her now exposed chest. As if she’s testing the waters the Y/n sits up. She keeps eye contact with Jennifer as she takes one of the more experienced girl’s nipples in her mouth.
She sucks lightly, closing her eyes as she runs her tongue across the stiff peak. Jen moans at the sensation nearly cradling the girl’s head further into her chest.
“Can I see you baby?” Jennifer says through her teeth, her free hand gripping the waistband of Y/n’s pants.
Y/n doesn’t answer her immediately, needing to give the other nipple the same attention as the first. She then trails hot open mouth kisses from Jennifer’s breast up to her neck stopping to whisper in the girl’s ear.
“Take it off.”
Jennifer doesn’t need to be told twice as she carefully removes Y/n’s shirt and pants as well. She pushes the girl to lay flat against the bed again. This time instead of straddling her waist, Jen stays near the foot of the bed, spreading Y/n’s legs open.
“You’re so wet for me already,” Jennifer sees the dampness through the other girl’s underwear.
She kisses up Y/n’s thighs, tentatively. She keeps eye contact as she gets closer and close to the Y/n’s cunt. Jennifer places some teasing kisses on Y/n’s clothed pussy, causing the girl to squirm.
“Can I-"
“Please,” Y/n begs before Jennifer even finished the sentence.
Her hip lift, encouraging Jennifer to take them off. Jennifer obliges sliding the soaked panties down Y/n’s legs.
“Fuck.”
The sight alone was enough to cause Jennifer to lose her composure. She couldn't take it anymore. She didn't hesitate to dive her face into Y/n’s pussy.
“Holy shit,” Y/n almost sits up as Jennifer’s tongue swirls around her clit.
Jennifer’s tongues moves fluidly through Y/n’s folds. Playfully going back and forth between teasing the entrance and sucking on the clit.
Jennifer vibrates with pleasure as your taste coats her mouth making her dizzy.
“You taste so good baby, can I put a finger in? I promise you’ll like it.”
Sweat covers Y/n’s forehead as she nods, “Fuck me.”
Jennifer slinks up Y/n’s body to connect their lips. Y/n almost cums as she tastes herself on Jennifer’s lips. This kiss is sloppier than the rest they shared but neither girl cared. The feeling was intoxicating.
While they kiss Jennifer slips her middle finger inside of Y/n. The girl mewls into Jennifer’s mouth. The dark-haired girl groans at how tight Y/n is around her finger. She could already feel the walls pulsating trying to pull her finger deeper inside.
“You’re so tight Y/n, have you even fingered yourself? Feels like I’m the first thing in here, fuck. I can’t wait to stretch you out, fill you up with a fat plastic cock. Have you moaning my name.”
“I haven’t Jen, I haven’t had anything but your finger inside of me. Fuck, add another, stretch me. I want to be good for you, Jennifer,” Y/n whines trying to gain for friction.
Jennifer listens to the girl and slowly pushes in another finger, she can feel Y/n twitching around her.
“Be a good girl and cum on my fingers,” Jennifer ‘s thumb begins to rub circles on Y/n’s clit.
Y/n falls over the edge, nails digging into Jennifer’s back as the only thing she could say was Jennifer’s name, over and over again.
Jennifer is carefully to bring Y/n down from her climax, not wishing to overstimulate her now. When she feels enough time has last, she removes her fingers from inside the girl.
She holds Y/n’s tired stare as she sucks the juices off of her fingers.
“Kiss me,” Y/n reaches for Jennifer, pulling her bavk down into a kiss.
“Addicting, isn’t it?” Jennifer pecks your lips again.
“Let me return the favor,” Y/n mumbles.
Jennifer can tell the girl is exhausted from her own orgasm. Though she would love nothing more than to have Y/n please her, she feels like it would be taken advantage of the girl.
Jennifer shakes her head, “Maybe later, let’s get you cleaned up first.”
Y/n goes to protest, but Jennifer’s soft gaze on her, stopped any rebuttal.
After a quick shower both girls were back in the bed this time clean. They laid facing each other, their hands interlocked. It was Y/n who ended up pulling Jennifer into her grasp.
“I didn’t know you could be so… sweet,” you tell her truthfully.
Jennifer rolls her eyes, trying to distract Y/n from the blush that was building on her face, “You’re such a dork.”
“I think we already established that already. What we haven’t established is when you’re taking me out?”
Jennifer scoffs, “Why do I have to take you out? You could ask me out you know.”
Y/n shakes her head, “Nope, you’re the boyfriend. So you’ve got to ask me out.”
Jennifer huffs in faux-annoyance, “Fine, I’ll ask you out, but you’re explaining it to Needy.”
Notes: Requested, angst ig but not really, mentions of homophobia, smut, face-sitting, fingering, positive ending
Summary: Jennifer is your ex-best but after hearing she went into the woods with Low Shoulder after a fire broke out, you go after her.
An: Another Jennifer Check request in the books hope you enjoy it, request are open but I have a few to get through first.
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You hate Jennifer Check. You hate the sway in her hips, the soft glow of her skin, that stupid shiny lip gloss she wears. Girls like her are everything that is wrong with society. She got off on being some mean provocative bitch and you couldn't stand that.
You knew what kind of person Jennifer was because you used to be friends with her. Some would say best friends. However those days were behind you.
After you came out a lot of people turned on you, her being one of them. You couldn't handle the snarky comments or the looks of disgust.
When you fell out with Jennifer, you would've thought that you wronged her. The way she acted as if you were the one that betrayed her.
In truth, you believed that her ego couldn’t fathom the idea of being dropped. She was the one that was supposed to cut people off, not the other way around.
Any opportunity she had to get under your skin she took it. She wanted to see you squirm. Yet you were used to her actions, and though they really did bother you, you’d never let her see you sweat.
That's exactly how you ended up in some lame bar in Devils Kettle. Jennifer had tried to intimidate you into not going, which meant you simply had to be there.
You had heard Low Shoulder was going to be there, but you didn't really like their music that much. It seemed like every other person in your school did, as they were all packed into the place.
“What kind of loser shows up to an event alone? No friends, no date, how sad.”
You already know it's her by the tone. You roll your eyes, “What kind of loser shows up to an event with someone just be preoccupied in another person’s business? It’s pathetic really.”
She huffs, “You know all about being pathetic, don’t you?”
“Sure do, I got to see it up close and personal during our friendship,” your words make her storm off into the crowd.
“Would you just be her friend again, please,” Needy’s choice to stay behind was not at all surprising to you.
“Needy, why would I do that?”
She let out an exasperated sigh, “Because she misses you and you miss her. You guys have been going at it like a married couple since you stopped hanging out.”
“Divorced couple is more like it.”
She shakes her head, “No, it’s not; because all she talks about is you and I’m sure she’s always on your mind.”
Your eyes find her in the crowd. She’s playing it up to some band member on stage. The way her body moves makes something tingle beneath your skin.
“She seems just fine to me, Needy.”
The blonde gives up and joins Jennifer in dancing to the music. You on the other hand zone out, people watching the crowd. It’s not until someone yells fire that you snap out of it.
Soon the people that were dancing, become panicked. They begin screaming, pushing and shoving. You end up getting out of the bar fairly quickly. When you do, you end up stumbling into Needy.
“Where’s Jennifer?” You asks the other girl, searching the crowd.
“S-she went off with the band. I tried to stop her, but-”
Your anxiety doesn’t lessen with that knowledge. It’s not your business, she’s not your friend anymore, but it doesn’t sit right with you.
“Which way did they go?”
Needy points to the forest and you shake your head. You mumble profanities under your breath taking out your pocket knife, as you walk into the dark forest. You listen for sounds and follow what you believe to be a dim light. Something warns you against calling her name, so you don’t.
You hate the woods and the dark and Jennifer. Part of you could not believe that you were doing this. Jennifer is a big girl, if she wanted to go into a creepy creak, with a bunch of weirdos, then that was her business. However, you also knew it was wrong. If you knew about it and anything happened to her, you’d feel like shit.
Maybe Needy was right earlier in the bar, you should just make up. Knowing that you could’ve been burnt to crisp hating someone who you used to call your best friend, didn’t sit right with you.
You squint your eyes as you come across a dim light. There you see the members of the band all encroaching on Jennifer, who was on the ground. She was slowly moving away from them, but there wasn’t anywhere for her to go.
“HEY, GET AWAY FROM HER!”
The boys that were looking at her, turn their attention to you.
“Why don’t you just go on and mind your business,” one of them brandishes a knife.
You point your own knife at them, “I don’t think I will. Jen, come on. I already told Needy I was coming to get you, if we don't come back, she’ll just get the firefighters to come look for us.”
You keep looking at the men while your hand is extended to Jennifer.
“She’s bluffing,” one of the members looks at the front man.
“Are you going to take that chance?”
Jennifer carefully stands and grabs your hand. You pull her into you. You keep the knife pointed at the men as you slowly back away. Once you’re far enough you sprint the rest of the way out the forest, dragging Jennifer along with you.
When the bar is back into your view, you hunch over and place your hands on your knees trying to catch your breath.
“Oh my god, are you guys, ok?” Needy runs up to both of you.
You look over at Jennifer to find her already looking at you, “I want to go home.”
Needy tries to get clarification from you, but you shake your head, “We’ll talk about it later.”
“Y/n.” Jennifer’s voice is small when she speaks, “Take me home, please.”
You’re partially shocked, but you hide it behind a few nods, “Ok.”
The three of you walk back to where you had your cars parked. You tell a quick goodbye to Needy before getting in the driver’s seat of your car. Jennifer climbs wordlessly into the passenger seat.
When you arrive at her house she stays in her place. You give it a few minutes before saying something, “Jennifer, we’re here.”
“My parents aren’t home. Do you- could you come in?”
Your seatbelt is off before she finishes the sentence, “Of course.”
You follow her into her home and up to her room. You stand awkwardly, it feels like a foreign space even though you've been in there before.
“So...”
“I know you hate me, but thank you for saving me anyway.”
You sigh, “You hated me first, Jen. After I came out you didn't really fuck with me.”
“That’s not true,” she rebuts.
“You looked at me differently and I heard you talking shit about me,” you tell her.
“You’re an idiot,” she says getting closer to you.
Your brow furrows in confusion. Her arms link behind your neck and it has you blushing brightly.
“What're you doing?”
She looks at you through her eyelashes, “Yes, I was looking at you differently after. As for talking shit, all I did was defend you from some homophobic assholes.”
“Defending me?”
“Yeah, defending you, doofus. You aren’t the only girl in school that like girls.”
“Oh.”
Her fingers play with the hairs at the back of your neck.
“Oh.”
“Are the dots connecting?”
You are still in disbelief, “You like me?”
Instead of answering she kisses you. Your hands are delicate as the hover over her hips. It’s soft at first, but naturally things pick up.
She pulls you over to the bed, straddling you with ease. As you make out her hand travels into your pants. You jerk your hips upwards at her touch.
She breaks the kiss, but only to put her fingers in her mouth. You watch as she sucks them eyes hooded, “I like you a lot.”
She slips her shirt over her head, which encourages you to do the same. From your position on your back, you let your hands climb up to her breasts, squeezing them.
She moans and grinds down in your lap. You need more and she is going to let you have whatever you need.
“I- I want you to sit on my face,” you say out of breath.
“Are you su-”
“Now, please,” you beg.
She stands to quickly strip off the rest of her clothes. When she climbs back onto the bed her thighs are resting on either side of your head. Your mouth salivates at the sight of her sticky cunt.
She doesn’t put her full weight on you at first. Your arms wrap around her thighs, making sure she is fully seated before you lap her up. Your tongue is pliant as it moves through the folds, eager to taste her.
“Oh shit,” Jennifer braces her hands on her headboards as you devour her.
You hum ever so often finding yourself addicted to her taste. Your tongue pokes at her entrance which elicits some loud whines from her. The sound was nothing in comparison to when your lips wrap around her clit sucking as though you were trying to get an ice cube through a straw.
Her hips begin rock on your face as she chases her orgasm. She free one hand from the headboard just to hold your face closer to her cunt.
“Fuck, you make me feel so good. I love your tongue. I love your tongue. Letting me ride your face, god I missed you Y/n. Don’t ever leave me, fuck don’t ever leave. Who’s going to make me cum like a desperate little whore, if you don’t?"
Her words only spur you on. Though you feel yourself have to adjust your breathing, you don’t stop. You give her ass a few smacks which has her shuddering against your face. With a final needy taste of her clit she falls apart on your face.
She rises off your face only to connect your lips. Her hand finds it original place in your pants.
“You’re soaked babe, let me help you.”
You nod desperately, not trusting your words at the moment.
She begins to slide your pants down and you raise your hips to help her, pulling your underwear off in the process.
She comes up to kiss you while her fingers play your folds. You whine into the kiss. “Please,” it’s a whisper against her lips.
“It’s hot when you beg,” she says easing two fingers into you. She watches as your face contorts with pleasure as she slowly pumps into you.
She pulls them out causing you to whine again, "come here.”
She readjusts so that she is behind you and you are leaning back into her arms. She pushes her finger back inside of you with a slightly faster pace. Your eyes close as you work on not leaning back fully against the girl.
“Look at yourself, baby.”
Your eyes open and you moan at the image. You can see her fucking you in the vanity mirror. The way her head leans over your shoulder to watch as she thrusts her fingers into you faster by the second.
“I love the way you sound, baby. Such a messy wet hole for me. Cum on my fingers so I can shove them in that pretty mouth. Want you to taste yourself? See how sweet you are, how my fingers make your pussy taste. So sweet for me.”
Her words send you over the edge and if weren’t for her arm keeping you in place, you would’ve sprung out of her grip. You feel your chest heaving as you finally lean back against Jennifer. She brings you down, before removing her fingers from your cunt.
She kisses your shoulder, eyes locked on the image in the mirror. Her fingers make their way to your mouth and you take them gingerly. Your eyes open to watch your reflection as you suck them off.
Once you’re done with her fingers, she tilts your head towards her to kiss you. Her tongue travels your mouth, eager to taste. The kiss de-escalates unlike the first one. By the end of it she’s pecking your lips sweetly.
She tightens her grip on your torso.
“You’re my girl now.” She pauses, “If that’s something you want.”
You interlock your finger with hers, bringing her hand up to place a soft kiss on it. “I’d like that.”
After your post-sex shower, Jennifer found herself laying in your arms. Her head on your chest, listening to the sound of your heartbeat. The girl she had been crushing on for the longest, the girl that saved her life, her best friend.
Summary: You befriend Wanda, a regular at the library you work at, after learning about her divorce. The friendship becomes something more one day when you come over to help her with her sick kids. As your relationship progresses you even talk about buying a home together, which leads to a physical manifestation of how much you love each other.
An: It took me awhile because I got a little carried away. I hope I did your request justice 🙇♀️.
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You enjoyed the mundane lifestyle that came with working at the library. There was a comfort that came with knowing that you worked in something of a community center. Being able to provide a service that for some was the highlight of their day. In this day and age having regulars at the library was a rarity, especially the adults. Kids would come after school for homework or for research purposes, but the adults were few and far between.
Technically it may have been weird that you had a favorite but you couldn’t help yourself. There was a woman named Wanda, she’d come once a week ask for a recommendation and sit there the whole day and read it.
She’d always make a comment or two on the book on her way out and it made you smile. It was good to know she appreciated your picks. Though there were other staff members she only really asked you.
When she missed one week, you found yourself discouraged. One week turned to two and so forth until it had been a month since you saw the woman.
“Y/n, it looks like your regular is back. She might need a little assistance,” one of your coworkers approaches you.
“What are you talking about?”
They give you a look that says ‘seriously’, “Ms. Recommendations, she’s in the non-fiction section looking a little worse for wear.”
You nod and make your way over to the section. There you find Wanda. Your coworker was not exaggerating. She looked so fragile, it was as if she was just waiting for the tears to fall. She was staring at the books, but it was easy to tell that she wasn’t really reading anything.
“Looking for anything in particular,” you say softly, trying not to startle her.
She seems to snap out of her trance enough to try and answer you, “No, not today.”
It felt like she was speaking on autopilot. If it were another guest, you would’ve let her be, but this was Wanda. Perhaps it was a bit para-social, but it felt like you knew her better than the average customer.
“I- I don’t mean to overstep, but are you alright?”
She lets out a tired sigh, “That obvious?”
You attempt to back track, “No… uh it’s just I haven’t seen you around in a while."
She looks away for a moment, “ Yeah, I um got a divorce. So I’ve been a hermit as of late.”
“Oh, congratulations.”
Wanda can’t help but laugh at your words, “Most people have been saying they’re sorry to hear, but congratulations? It’s kind of refreshing.”
You shrug, “Well I don’t think divorce is always a bad thing. It’s hard for sure, but it’s better than staying in a situation you don't deserve.”
“What if I was in the wrong?’ Her eyes are glued to the floor as she speaks.
“I may be overstepping again, but I doubt that's the case. You don't seem like the kind of person,” your tone doesn't make her argue, instead a look of relief crosses her face.
“I'm not,” she says taking a deep breath.
You smile at her, “Then it’s their loss.”
She smiles back at you, “I guess you’re right.”
Glad to have made her feel even a little bit better, you begin to leave the aisle she's in. You don't get far before there’s a gentle tug on your wrist. You turn back to stare into Wanda’s warm green eyes.
She’s nervous as she speaks, “I don’t know if I’m too old to be doing this, but fuck it. I could really use a friend right now and I was wondering if you’d be open to getting coffee or something, whenever you’re free.”
You stare at her for a few seconds before nodding, “I’m off in about 15 minutes, there’s a café a few blocks over that I think everyone should try at least once.”
Her excitement builds up in her features. She clears her throat to hide it, “I’ll wait for you by the YA novels?”
“Sounds perfect.”
From that day on Wanda wasn’t just a regular customer anymore, she was your genuine friend. She was also one of the sweetest people you had ever met in your life. She was unbelievably strong too.
The details of her divorce were quite messy. A touch of infidelity here and there, mixed with a custody agreement was a recipe for disaster.
You always offered to be there in any way you can for. She usually turns down your more serious offers for help, and sticks to fun small outings. You can tell that she’s somewhat embarrassed by her situation, but you don’t think there’s anything she should be embarrassed about.
“Y/n, I know I said I was free to go out today, but Tommy is sick and Billy isn’t doing that great either, can I give you a rain check?”
She called you and you could hear the tiredness and distress in her voice, “Let me come over and help you, Wands. Two sick kids is rough work, I know you could use a hand.”
She’s silent on the line, but the coughs and sinus filled conversation doesn’t stop.
Wanda sighs, “Okay, do you think you can bring me some medicine? I’ll text you some ingredients I need for soup too if that’s alright?”
“Whatever you need, I’ll see you in a bit,” you say simply.
You follow through on your word picking up various cough, cold, and fever medicines along with some cough drops. You nearly forget about the stuff for the soup, until Wanda texts you something she left off the ingredient list. After picking up everything you head to her house.
You’d been to her house before, but never when her kids were there. You had seen them with her a few times at the library, but back then you didn’t quite deduce that they were her children. It feels so obvious now, but Wanda was definitely a young mom in your opinion, or at least she looked like one.
You rang the doorbell and waited with the groceries in your hand. It took a moment but eventually the door swung open revealing Wanda. Though your hands were full, she’s the one who had bags under her eyes. She looked as though she would fall over any second.
“And you’re sick too, here I figured this would happen,” you rummage through the bags and pull out a medicine that’s for adults.
“You’re a godsend Y/n,” she tries to take the bags from your hands but you don’t let her.
“It’s drowsy.”
You nod, “I know, I figured you need the rest anyway, let me handle its.”
Wanda shakes her head, “Are you crazy? You think you can handle my two kids and me on your own?”
You smile at her, “You underestimate me, Maximoff. Let me show you what I can do.”
“We’ll see, but first come meet them properly.”
You sit the bags down in the kitchen, opting to take the medicine upstairs with you. She takes you to their room.
Tommy is propped up in his bed watching as Billy plays videogames from his spot on the floor.
“Tommy, Billy, this is my friend Y/n. She’s going to help us out today,” Wanda introduces you.
“The library lady,” Billy sounds congested as he speaks.
You nod your head enthusiastically, “ Yep, that’s me. I heard you boys were sick, so I brought some stuff to make you feel better.”
Tommy gags, “Ew medicine.”
You sympathize with him, “Ew is right, but it’s worth it I promise. In fact, I’ll sweeten the deal, you guys take your medicine, and I’ll make you the best soup of your life in return.”
“Better than mom’s?” Billy questions.
“1 million times better,” you egg him on.
Tommy is more hesitant, “I don’t know.”
You get closer to him, crouching so you can meet his level, “How about when you’re feeling better, we go out to the arcade and get some ice cream too?”
That seems to be enough for the boy, “That sounds awesome.”
While you’re chatting with them Wanda starts to prepare the medicine cups for the boys. They take the medicine with all the dramatics that children do.
“Ok, we’ll be back to check on you guys, shortly. Billy, get some socks baby. Tommy stay under the covers sweetheart."
The both of you exit the room and head back down the stairs. Wanda moves to start unloading the groceries, but you stop her.
“If you’re not going to fully rest, at least sit. I can make the soup,” you point to the barstools she has in her kitchen.
“Are you sure? I can help-"
You block her from opening the next bag. She looks into your gaze, which holds no feeling of malice or resentment. Instead she finds a warm and tender look behind your eyes.
“I’ve got it.”
She listens to your directions and takes a seat
She watches as you prep the ingredients, ever so often asking where she keeps certain things. Otherwise there is a fluid motion to your movements in the kitchen.
“You know you don't have to take them to the arcade just because they took the medicine, right?”
You pause slightly from chopping vegetables to look up at her, “I probably should’ve asked if it was okay with you first, but I don’t mind taking them. They seem like good kids, which isn’t a surprise at all considering they’re your kids.”
She beams at your words, “They’re a little more docile in this state, but they can be a handful at times. We haven’t really had a big outing like that since the divorce, I’m sure they’d appreciate it.”
“Then consider it done, as soon as they’re better let me know. We can all go out and have some fun.”
Wanda can’t help the feeling she gets hearing you talk so nonchalantly about going out with her kids. It’s something like a spark that she hasn’t felt in a long time. She takes this time to really look at you, you’re stunning. Truth be told Wanda had always found you a little attractive, but she wrote it off as you just being conventionally good looking. However now, with you standing in her kitchen cooking for her and her kids. She’s starting to think it’s more than that.
“Do you like children, Y/n?”
“I have a soft spot for kids, it’s partially why I chose to work at the library. I had kind of a rough upbringing. It was just me and my mom, and money wasn’t all that great, but I remember her taking me to almost all the community events they hosted at the library. We spent a lot of time there. When I was old enough to go on my own, it was rare that I didn’t go. The library is such a haven for kids it’s one of my favorite things about it.”
Wanda felt herself melting under the sincerity of your words, “That’s really sweet.”
You start cooking down the vegetables before you answer, “Yeah, if I wasn’t so crazy about the library, I would’ve been a chef. I actually applied to a few culinary schools in high school, pretty ambitious but I had won a few competitions. I had offers and full ride scholarships to some of the best schools out there, but I chose to become a librarian instead.”
Wanda tilts her head to the side playfully, “So you weren’t just talking shit when you said you’re going to make a soup 1 million times better than mine.”
You laugh, “Technically I’m using the ingredients that you told me to get, so it’s more like our soup. I’m just tweaking a few measurements and cooking it a little different. It’s like a group project, if you will.”
Wanda laughs even harder, “You’re so full of shit.”
“Language, there are children present.”
Wanda rolls her eyes, “They’re upstairs."
“Children have super good hearing Wanda, trust me, I’m a librarian.”
She shakes her head with a small chuckle. She watches as the soup comes together a lovely aroma fills the kitchen, her mouth waters at just the smell.
“It smells delicious.”
You motion her over to the stove next to you. She scurries over, which makes you smile. She looks utterly adorable and ethereal at the same time. You began to notice it over the last few times you had hung out. Wanda was simultaneously the cutest and the most beautiful woman, you think you’d ever met in your life
“Taste,” you hold a spoon full of soup up for her.
She hesitates a little, but decides to just eat from the spoon while you hold it. Her eyes close as the flavors dance on her tongue. She lets out an involuntary moan, that has her blushing as soon as it leaves her mouth.
“Oh my god, that’s the best soup I’ve ever had in my life,” Wanda stares at you in awe.
“I hope the boys think so too.”
Wanda helps you fill the bowls for them, “They’re going to love it.”
True to her words the boys devour the soup going as far as to ask for seconds. Neither of you can deny them another bowl. Once they eat, you can see the food working in tandem with the medicine to tucker them out. Before they’re completely out of it you and Wanda get them ready for bed.
It feels more normal than either of you expected. By the time you’re done, both twins are in bed. The tv plays something at a low volume, but you and Wanda are both aware that the kids will likely be asleep as soon as you leave the room.
When you leave you head back to the kitchen fixing 2 more bowls of soup for Wanda and yourself. You eat amongst each other with small chatter, it’s comfortable. When you’re done, you almost have to fight Wanda to allow you to do the dishes.
She pouts, once again sitting at the barstool watching you clean.
“You haven’t let me help this whole time,” she whines.
“I’m here to help you, not the other way around,” you remind her.
Wanda places her hands on her hips, “But if you’re doing everything, what am I supposed to do?”
“Just sit there and look pretty,” you say without thinking.
Wanda feels her face heating up, losing track of how many times it has happened today alone, “Look pretty, huh?”
You can feel your ears heating with embarrassment, “oh I- well.”
“Oh my god are your ears turning red, that’s literally adorable. Are you flustered, Y/n?” Wanda teases.
You glare at her with faux-anger, “My ears? Your cheeks are just as red.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about?”
You wash your hands, quickly drying them before approaching her. You keep walking until there is virtually no space between the two of you. You look down at her, you don’t stop your eyes from dropping to her lips.
“Oh really?”
She looks up at you, her cheeks indeed, red like you had mentioned.
“And if they were?”
“Maybe I’d say that it’s adorable,” you use her words against her. “Or maybe…”
“Maybe what?” Her eyes dart to your lips.
You look back into her eyes, “Maybe, I’d kiss you.”
“I’d like that.”
That was all you needed to hear. She met you halfway and, in an instant, you were kissing. Your hand rested on the small of her back, while her hands locked around your neck. It was cliché but it was cute. The kiss itself was respectable, but still filled with a feeling of longing.
Wanda’s hands drop from your neck to lightly push you back, “I’m divorced with two kids Y/n-"
You stop her before she can even rant, “I know, Wanda. I’ve been here, maybe not the whole time, but most of it. I don’t care that you’re divorced and I’d love to get to know your kids. I’d love to get to know you better.”
“I feel like you already know me, Y/n. We’ve been friends for over a year now. We’ve spent so much time together, I’m just surprised you’re not tired of me yet.”
You take her hands in yours, “I could never get tired of you. I’m quite literally asking for more. Let me take you out some time.”
“Are you sure?”
It’s bold, but you place a quick kiss on her lips, “Positive."
From there things just seem to fall into place. You kept your promise to the boys, taking them out when they recovered from their sickness. Wanda was impressed by how well you mingled with them considering her ex always seemed to struggle to relate. However you had no problem tapping into that childlike like amazement that the kids felt.
Soon after that outing, you and Wanda went on your first real date. You took her out to a nice restaurant. It was an upscale establishment, the prices weren’t even on the menu. Wanda tried to fret about how she didn’t know if she deserved this kind of treatment, but you always reassured her.
You believe she deserved the best and as long as you could give it to her you would.
It only took 4 dates before you asked her to be your girlfriend, not being the best at waiting. Luckily for you she agreed and truth be told, if you would’ve asked her on the first date she probably would’ve said yes then.
At this point you’ve been dating for a little over a year. The twins are with their father for the weekend, and Wanda is staying over at your apartment.
The two of you are on the couch. She’s resting in your arms as you watch tv, “Wanda.”
She looks up, “Yes, detka.”
“How attached are you to your house?”
Her eyebrows furrow, “Why?”
You hold her gaze, “Is it crazy if I say that I want us to live together?”
Wanda plays with your fingers, “No, I don't think so.”
You kiss her forehead, “It’s just a thought.”
“You want to buy a house?”
You nod curtly, “We don't have to leave the area, I know the boys have school and I wouldn't want to pull them away or make them start fresh or anything, but I’ve been looking at some homes in the area. Something a little bigger, Billy and Tommy could both have their own rooms and a huge backyard. Maybe a dog, in the future.”
Wanda cups your face gently, pulling you down to kiss her, “I would love to buy a home with you Y/n.”
“Really?”
Wanda kisses you again, “Really.”
“I love you,” your eyes softening as the words fall from your lips.
“I love you too.”
Your lips are connected again, this time neither of you break the kiss. Instead Wanda shifts in your lap to straddle your waist. Her hands playing with the tiny hairs on the back of your neck. Your hands start at her thigh but end up sliding up to her hips, and soon your fingers are in contact with the cool skin of her stomach.
You aren’t able to stop yourself from kissing down her jaw. She moves her hair and cranes her neck to give you more access. Your teeth sink into her neck only for your tongue to soothe the skin. You suck the spot tenderly, causing little whines to emanate from Wanda.
“Y/n,” your name is breathless on her lips.
She doesn't have to say anything else for you to stand up with her still in your arms. You carry her to the bedroom. Once you’re in there and her feet are on the floor, you pull her shirt off. Yours follows after.
Wanda feels herself getting wet under your gaze. The way you take in her bare chest, eyes blown with want. While you stare she gets rid of the rest of her clothes. You eagerly do the same.
You pull her flush against your body. Skin heating upon contact.
“You’re perfect,” your thumb toys with one of her nipples.
Your head dips to take it into your mouth. You suck lightly, ever so often slowly fanning your tongue over the nipple. You do the same to the other nipple, while your hand cups her warmth. You moan at her wetness.
You kiss her tenderly, backing her onto the bed. You’re gentle as you ease two fingers into her. She arches her back slightly, and her kiss becomes sloppier.
“I need you,” she whispers.
You’re in no rush as you slowly build pace. Her finger nails dig into your back.
“More please,” she buries her head in your neck.
You begin pumping at a faster pace, using your thumb to stimulate her clit. Her ragged breaths in your ear only turn you on even more.
You jolt as you feel her hand in-between your legs. Her fingers play through your folds and you hear her gasp in your ear.
“All for me baby?”
You nod, “All for you, Wands. Can I taste you, baby?”
“Fuck,” Wanda murmurs.
She pulls her fingers from you, signaling for you to suck them. You take them in your mouth, swirling you tongue around the digits, high off of your own taste.
Once her fingers exit your mouth, you maneuver down her body. You momentarily take your fingers out of her. She doesn’t have time to complain before you’re sucking on her clit.
“Holy shit,” she entangles her hands through your hair.
You keep eye contact with her as you lick, suck, and slurp her pussy. She throws her head back, taking her lip between her teeth. You can see sweat illuminating her body.
Soon you add your fingers back and you can feel her approaching her edge.
“I love you, I love you, I love you,” she keeps repeating the mantra as she reach her peak.
You don’t stop when she cums on your tongue, only slowing your motions, to help her come back down.
“You did so good for me baby,” you say kissing up to her lips.
She shifts so her thigh is against your dripping cunt, “Your turn, my love. Use me.”
You see her flex her thigh, which causes you to moan, “Fuck, Wanda.”
Your hands rest on her shoulder as you begin to grind down on her. Her hands are on you, but the movements are all yours. Wanda watches with blown eyes as you fuck yourself on her thigh. Her hands climb up your sides to massage your breasts. You bite your lip as her fingers play with your nipples.
Wanda sits up slightly, just enough to get her mouth on your body. She sucks on near the top of your breasts, trailing hickeys across.
“I love it when you make a mess on my thigh, cum for me, moya lyubov.”
You cum all over her thigh. Her arms wrap around your midsection holding you steady as you shake. Her head rests against your chest, listening to your wild heart beat return to normal. She places a delicate kiss on your shoulder.
“I love you.”
You kiss the top of her head, “I love you too.”
Once you’re both cleaned up, you settle in bed for the night. You start out as the big spoon but soon Wanda turns to face you.
“I was so scared before you came into my life," she admits.
“Wanda-"
She shakes her head, “Let me finish. I was so lost, I didn't know what to do, if there was anything I could do to feel like myself again. There were so many days I went through thinking I was unlovable. Then you show up, and all of those feelings and thoughts just leave. I’ve never felt so cared for. You make me remember all of the things I love about myself. You make love seem so easy, it feels obvious when you’re with me. I’ve never experienced a love like you’ve given me and I need you to know I love you too. I’ve never felt what I feel for you with anyone else.”
Wanda starts out loud and sure, but by the end her voice is quiet. She doesn’t break eye contact, fighting against her insecurities.
Her words make emotion swell inside of you. Your voice cracks when you speak, “You are the love of my life. I was doing alright before, but you and the boys are truly everything I’ve been missing in my life. Getting to be with you, a part of your family, it means everything to me Wanda. Thank you, for letting me love you.”
There are no more words shared between the two of you. Wanda kisses you with everything she is feeling and you return her fervor. She pecks you again before burying her head in your chest. You hold her tightly in your arms wondering how you ended up being so lucky.
Summary: When you married Agatha you knew that she loved you, but as time went on you became uncertain.
An: This was a request from ages ago hopefully I did it some justice.
Masterlist | Masterlist 2
She wasn’t coming.
It wasn’t something you questioned any more. It was simply the truth. Agatha was a woman who was used to self-preservation over everything. You knew that when you began pursuing her, but she’d always had a soft spot for you. A side of her that was unknown to anyone else that crossed her path. You were sure she loved you at some point. She wouldn’t have proposed otherwise.
You had to remind yourself of that often.
If you didn’t, you’d be consumed by an unrelenting sadness. She had been a lonely woman when you crossed paths. She had lost everything she held dear; her coven, her first love, her son. Then she found you. Someone unalike anyone she met before. You were so honest. Not innocent or gullible, but you held no malice or treachery in your heart.
She was the most charismatic woman you’d ever. She could sell snake oil to a fucking snake. Agatha was a charmer and easy on the eyes too. She was utterly bewitching.
You intrigued her, at least that’s what she said. You believed it before, but now it was hard for you to think of it as anything other than her loneliness calling out for companionship.
She was so warm at first. She’d reach out to hold your hand, tuck your hair back into place, she’d let her lips curl into a smile as she whispered against your ear. You wouldn’t have been able to pick out her sins just by seeing her interact with you.
Her actions never bothered you much. You relished in the fact she’d let you wash away her sins. Her wrongdoings were things you believed you could love away. If you kissed her scars enough, she would smile down at you. That’s how you knew they were healing. You healed her with a patience and tenderness that she had never known before.
Though every time you healed her it seemed like she’d have fresh scars within the next few days. You knew your wife had a thirst for power. Something from her youth that refused to be satiated no matter how many covens she drained.
You hypothesized that for every coven she killed, she wasn’t only taking their powers; she was taking in their darkness. It felt as though she was carrying their burdens, she was feeling their pain, she was bathing in their atrocities. No witch had clean hands. Some drowned in darkness, but they had all sipped from it’s chalice at least once.
Agatha was always cold after she had killed the witches. She wanted you nowhere near her. She didn’t want your judgement or your comfort. It felt like she didn’t want you in those moments. As her ledger grew, so did the coldness. So, you tried to stop waiting up for her.
Your conscience didn’t allow that. Agatha was capable of handling herself, but the circumstances were to unpredictable to allow you a peaceful rest knowing she wasn’t home.
So even though you knew she wasn’t coming tonight you sat still at the kitchen table. You were whittling down a piece of wood. Nothing artistic, just something to help pass the time.
When your wife staggers into your home, you simply turn your head to look at her. Her hair is wilder than usual, her breathing is shallow, and you could see bruises forming around her arms.
Your movements are slow as you rise from the table and walk over to her. Her body snaps towards you, defensive and on edge.
“Why are up right now?” The frustration in her tone is hard to miss.
“Waited for you,” your answer cautious on your tongue.
She scoffs,” You don’t think I can handle myself? I don’t need you waiting up for me.”
You shook your head, “It’s not just for you. I get peace of mind knowing that you’re here. That you’re safe Agatha.”
“Well, here I am. Are you at peace?”
Your eyes meet hers, looking for the woman you love too soften up for you. The way she used to when you first met. All you saw, all you felt, was a wall.
“Have you gone mute or are you going to answer me. I don’t have all night to stand here in pain.”
You feel your eyes begin to water. You refuse to break, unwilling to be faced with reality of her not caring about your tears.
“It’s morning,” is the only thing manage to say as you walk past her and into the bedroom.
Things only worsen from that point.
You believe that Agatha no longer cared about being lonely. The way she pulled away from you was proof enough. She hardly spoke to you and when she did, she couldn’t look at you. She wouldn’t touch you and when you tried to reach for her, you saw her entire body tense.
The distance wasn’t something you could write off anymore. It was impossible to ignore. Any time the witch left your home, you cried as if she’d never come back. You’d let yourself grieve. The woman you loved didn’t seem to love you anymore.
She had to hate you to put you through this kind of torture. She gave you her love and then ripped it away from slowly and painfully. You almost couldn’t comprehend looking directly at the person you loved but not seeing her at all.
The ring on your finger burned. You thought about taking it off and leaving Agatha. It would hurt, but there was a chance that it would feel better than this. You thought about it so much, but then you’d catch a glimpse of Agatha’s ring finger. Her band never moved from her finger; not when she went out, or ate, or showered. It’s the only thing that made you think that maybe she didn’t hate you.
Agatha could never hate you.
In fact, the only person she hated was herself. How could she have let this happen to your relationship? You were the one person she could say she cared for just as much as her Nicky. Just like she did with him, she was disappointing you. You were suffering because she was inept, because after all these years she’s still scared to love openly.
She tried to fight against the woman who taunted her in the mirror. The reflection that had to remind her that she was unlovable. It taunted her with images of her loved ones dying and others betraying her. Agatha could see the look on her mother’s face when she took her last breath/ When Agatha stole her last breath.
Nothing she loved panned out in her favor. She didn’t want that for you. You deserved better than that, better than her. Yet she let her selfish ways bleed into her relationship. She didn’t want to let you go, because even through this having you around gave her comfort. Looking at you broke her, because she could see just how much she was hurting you. But in the dead of the night sometimes she’d watch you sleep, sweep your loose hair away from your face, and kiss the top of your head. She’d cry then, wishing that she could do something right. She had to fix this or let you go. Sometimes she’d go out in hopes that you’d be gone when she came back.
You never were. She’d come home and find you whittling a piece of wood at the kitchen table each time. It gave her relief and filled her with guilt simultaneously.
“I’ll be back,” Agatha says to you.
It’s rare that she tells you before she goes.
You meet her eyes from your seat at the table, “Be safe.”
She goes to the door and then hesitates. She walks back over to where you are sitting. Before she second guesses herself she places a featherlight kiss in your forehead.
“I love you.”
Neither of you remember how long it’s been since those words have been said. Agatha looks like a wreck waiting to see if you’d be so kind to her.
“I love you too,” your voice is soft, but the conviction is still there.
Agatha feels like she can breathe for the first time in a long time. She doesn’t linger, opting to leave with the warmth of your words.
You watch as she leaves the home. Your heart thudding against your chest, startled by the woman’s action. A flicker of heat in the ice that blanketed your relationship.
It was too early to start whittling. Instead, you decide to clean around the house/ It was all very mundane until it wasn’t.
One second, you’re alone and the next you’re surrounded. Three witches form a circle around you. Demented smiles stretch across each of their faces.
“Looks like the hag actually does care about something,” the one in red speaks.
“What do you want from me?
They burst into laughter like you’ve told the joke of the century. With their heads thrown back and tears pooling at the corners of their eyes. You try to use the moment to your advantage, attempting to run out of the house.
Your sudden movement stopped as the one in blue grabbed a handful of your, slamming your back into the floor. You arch your back off the floor and hiss at the pain.
“You aren’t going anywhere dearie,” the blue capture informs you.
“Live bait is the best bait,” the third witch in black finally speaks up.
The one in red seems to be in charge. She crouches down to get level with you, “We’re going to wait for Agatha to come back. Then we’ll kill you in front of her just like she killed the members of our coven.”
“If we’re lucky, she’ll be so beside herself with grief, we’ll be able to kill her too,” the one in black adds on.
You sit up, locking eyes with the leader, “You might kill me, but you’ll never be able to kill her.”
The leader tilts her head and smiles sweetly at you before grabbing you by the jaw, “Tie her up and tape her mouth.”
Her hand is callous against your face. Her nails dig harshly into your skin, but you keep from squirming. You can tell these are the kind of people that get off on reactions, so you refuse to play into that.
The blue and black captures follow the red one’s instructions. They drag your chair from the kitchen before throwing you on to it without care. They start by tying your arms behind your back. Soon there’s a thick rope against your chest digging into your shirt, forcing you against the chair. The tie your legs last, putting each against one the chair legs. Finally, the stick the duct tape over your mouth, leaving you completely helpless.
“Anything else you wanted to say sweetheart?”
You glare at the trio, but they pay you no mind and start rummaging around your house. You sit there, jaw tense and eyes firm ahead. You guess that it makes sense that eventually Agatha’s actions would catch up to her. Yet she isn’t here to suffer like you are. It did surprise you that she hadn’t tied up these loose ends. Agatha never left any survivors, it was sloppy, and she was a perfectionist. You hoped she’d come home soon put there was a pit in your stomach telling you something else.
She wasn’t coming.
It had been three days. Your limbs ached, the lack of circulation causing them to turn colors. Your captures had been generous enough to allow you to use the restroom, but that was all. They’d tie you back up as soon as it was over. The tape on your lips felt as though it was a part of your body. The three witches have lost interest in your home, having turned it completely upside down. They had been looking for things to use against Agatha, but they came up unsuccessful in their search.
“How come the spell outside was so easy to break, but the one’s in here are so complicated?”
“Who cares, where is Agatha?”
You let out a small noise, it’s as close to laughter as you can get. They set their sights on you. The leader marches up to you ripping the tape right off of your face. It causes you to let out a yelp. The stinging sensation was strong enough to make your eyes well up.
“Did you have something to say?”
You start to laugh, tears streaming freely down your face, “She’s not coming back. I should’ve known by the way she left that she wouldn’t be coming back. I don’t know when she stopped loving me, but she did. Let’s just skip all of the bullshit and melodramatics, just kill me.”
You remember her lips against your forehead. The way she said she loved you before she left, never planning on returning. At least your last memory of her would be sweet. You were just happy that you got to remember her that way. Despite it all, you still love her.
Your words only seem to anger the witches. The leader loses her temper fairly quickly, striking you across the face. She backs away from you only for the other two to take her place. One of them starts striking you across the body, while the other lays into the side of your head. Your hands are tied you can’t defend yourself. All you can do is cry out as they beat you mercilessly.
Suddenly their attack stops. You pry your eyes open to see them frozen in their places. Their eyes move around, but nothing else.
Agatha stands tall in the room. When her eyes land on you, you can see her entire body begin shaking.
“This is what I get for showing you mercy? You come into my home and take my wife captive. You beat her and think you’d live another day?” Her voice cracks when she speaks.
You notice her own tears streaming down her face as she walks towards you. With a flick of her wrist, you’re free from the ropes. You attempt to stand, but you can’t. She’s by your side holding you up. You don’t protest as she scoops you up into her arms and carries you to the bedroom. With a gentleness that you had forgotten, she lays you on the bed.
The way Agatha looks at you breaks your heart, “I’ll only be a second.”
She walks out of the bedroom and, true to her words, she’s back faster than you could imagine. Her eyes scan your entire body when she returns, assessing the damage.
“I didn’t think you were coming back.”
“I heard.” She pauses for a long moment, “I’ve never stopped loving you.”
Agatha is cautious as she approaches you. Her hand is outstretched towards your feet and it moves carefully in a motion up to your head. You could feel the ache in your limbs disappear; the pain you had felt from being beaten was also gone.
“I couldn’t tell,” you are honest.
Agatha sits on the edge of bed. Her hands are clasped tightly together. You watch as she struggles to find the words she wants to say. You place on of your hands on top of hers. She takes your hand in hers. Just soft and warm as you had remembered. She brings your hand up to her lips. Her tears hit your hand before her lips do.
She mumbles against your skin, “I’m so sorry.”
“You stopped letting me in. I couldn’t talk to you, I couldn’t touch you, you were pushing me so far away that I thought you didn’t want me anymore; that you’d rather be lonely,” you move so that you’re sitting next to her.
“I didn’t marry you because I was lonely. I married you because I love you, because I’ve never met anyone that can make me feel like you do. It’s terrifying to know how much I need you. Knowing that I could lose you scares the fuck out of me because there isn’t a reality where it isn’t my fault. You almost died today because of me. I would’ve cost you your life. I’m not scared of being alone, I’m scared that I don’t know how to be enough for you.”
Your thumb cascades over the top of her hand, “You’re stupid, do you know that?”
Agatha blinks, “Only because you tell me so often.”
“Agatha, I love you the way you are. There’s nothing else that I need. I just want you to stop shutting me out. Let me hold your hand, let me lay my head in your lap, and let me kiss your scars away.”
You lift her hand to your lips, kissing it.
“I’ll make it up to you, all this time. I don’t care how long it takes; I don’t ever want you to think I don’t love you again. You’re my better half, forever and always,” there’s determination in her eyes as they meet yours.
You let your gaze drop to her lips. Her hand cups your face and you’re both leaning in. When your lips touch, it feels like relief. Like a declaration of peace of a long war. Agatha finally surrenders her fears to you. You don’t run from them; you’d never run from her.
Things become better than you ever remember them being. Agatha doesn’t pull away anymore, in fact she falls into you. She relishes in your care and you bask in her warmth.
Summary: You drag Agatha Harkness out on a picnic date and she can't believe how much she enjoys it.
An: Mega soft cute fluff. Sorry that it's a little short.
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The more Agatha began to think, the more she was genuinely confused as to how she landed herself in this predicament. A picnic date.
It was too pleasant for her usual taste. The sun was up high in the sky, yet a cool breeze made the heat more bearable. People were scattered around the park doing various activities joyfully. There was not an ounce of chaos in sight.
“I’ve never seen someone look so perplexed about a park before,” you comment opening the picnic basket.
Her confusion seemed to clear at the sound of your voice. That’s right, she was here on this beautiful day at the park, because you suggested it.
“I’m not perplexed, it’s just not my usual.”
“Hundreds of years old and parks are mystifying to you,” you tease her.
Agatha deadpans, “Not parks, just you.”
You blush under her gaze, “Whatever, let’s just unpack the picnic.”
Agatha smiles genuinely, helping you unpack the basket. She was pleasantly surprised to find a lot of her favorites tucked away inside.
“So… what now?”
You laugh at her, “Now we enjoy the snacks, the outdoors, and each other.”
Agatha sighs, “It’s so mundane.”
You shake your head, “Does my company bore you?”
Agatha sputters, scooting closer to you, “If that were the case, I wouldn’t be here… at a park. I prefer having you by my side.”
You lay your head in her lap. Her hand finds a place in your hair, and it feels all too natural.
“You’re getting soft,” you say looking up at her.
“You seem to have that kind of effect on me,” she says softly.
You get lost in her aura. The feeling of her hands combing through your hair made you giddy. You reach for the bunch of grape you had packed, picking a single one and holding it up for Agatha to eat.
She looked at you for a long moment before eating the grape from your fingers.
“You want another?”
“Keep em coming sweetheart, if I use my imagination I can taste wine.”
You chuckle at her antics, “You’re adorable.”
She arches an eyebrow, “Adorable? I am Agatha Harkness, feared by all. Cunning, mischievous , hot, I am not adorable.”
“It’s even cuter when you go on those tangents.”
Agatha refuses to look at you as a blush coats her cheeks. However you don’t let her hide from you so easily. You sit up, gently pulling her towards you. You place a small kiss on her lips.
“I swear you’re trying to make me melt today,” Agatha mumbles.
You steal another kiss from her, “Maybe I am.” You lie flat on the blanket encouraging Agatha to do the same. “Look at the clouds with me. That one kind of looks like Señor Scratchy.”
Agatha stares into the sky and truly she only sees white blobs, but she thought better than tell you that. Instead she plays along, pointing out random clouds and attributing their likeness to something.
“That one looks like a broom.”
You intertwine your hands together unconsciously, “I see it, and the one next to it looks like a turtle.”
The excitement in your tone makes Agatha feel all warm inside, “We could get a turtle.”
You turn to face her, “I thought you hated pets?”
“Hate, is a strong word. Besides, I like Señor Scratchy. I think a turtle would be pretty docile in comparison to a dog or cat.”
“What would you name it?”
She shrugs, “I think that’s your domain sweetheart.”
“I don’t know, Señor Scratchy is a great name.”
Agatha thinks for a minute, “Tortellini.”
You burst out in laughter, “Tortellini the turtle? I love it.”
Agatha stares at your side profile as you laugh. The sun beaming down on you in that moment. It was as if you were glowing. Agatha begins to realize that she always feels like you have this glow about you. You carry yourself with a brightness that she can’t help but be affected by.
Her layers of sarcasm, selfishness, and superiority can’t help but peel away in your presence. She wasn’t used to feeling this amount of positive emotion. It was surprising that it wasn’t making her sick. In all truth she could never get sick of you or the ways that you challenged her.
The sweet moments between the two of you the cute dates, Agatha enjoyed it all. She may have even gone as far as to say she loved it. She loved spending time with you, she loved being around you, she loved talking to you.
“Y/n,” your name falling from her lips pulled you out of your laughter.
She hardly ever called you by your name. There was always a term of endearment to replace it. Whenever she did use your name, it felt serious. Yet when you look over to her, you see her eyes shining. You hadn’t seen Agatha scared many times, but it’s easy for you to pinpoint the fear in her eyes.
You hum in response, pulling your interlocked hands up to your lips and placing a gentle kiss on her knuckles.
The large breath she lets out does little to quell either of your nerves.
“I love you.”
Your eyes soften immediately as you stare at the older woman. Agatha waits for you to say something, anything. Her eyes are glued to the picnic blanket.
“Agatha,” her name is light on your tongue.
She hesitates, but eventually meets your gaze. There are tears welling up in your eyes, your emotions overwhelming you entirely.
The witch doesn’t know what to make of the situation. She doesn’t have to wonder for too long before your lips are on hers.
Her lips move against yours tentatively. The kiss is the exact opposite of the fiery woman delivering it. She lets you lead the kiss, hoping she’s reading the moment correctly.
You don’t want to break the kiss, but the breeze reminds you that you’re in a public park. You pull away from her slightly, hands cupping her face as you maintain eye contact.
“I love you too.”
All of the anxiety and fear leaves Agatha’s being. She smiles, fully; a sight that you’re always trying to get out of her.
“I can’t believe you have me confessing my love for you at a park, like some lovesick teenager,” Agatha jokes, smile not leaving her face.
“I always thought I’d say it first. I can't believe you beat me to it.”
Agatha wraps her arms around you, “ I’ll let you have the next relationship milestone, if that’ll make you feel better hun.”
You lean back into her hold, “No, no I like it when you get all nervous. It’s cute.”
Agatha squeezes you a bit causing you to yelp, “You’re lucky that I love you.”
You kiss her cheek, “ I love you too, you big softie.”
Agatha kisses your forehead, before resting her chin on your head.
Summary: Agatha wants you to stop working and come to bed.
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Agatha was practicing her patience. That’s what she told herself as she paced back and forth in your bedroom. It had been hours of her waiting, hoping to get some of your company. The one thing in her way was your stupid job. Agatha was not a fan of the long hours you spent on your computer or talking to idiots on the phone.
It was torture, knowing that you were just a few rooms away, but not being able to bother you. Well, she could and often, she did. Which is why tonight she was trying to be patient.
However, she knew that you should’ve been done by now. Your 8-hr shift should’ve been completed nearly an hour ago. So it shouldn’t be a big deal if she were to pop into your study, and wait for you to finish in there.
Agatha walked over to your study, cracking the door ever so slightly. The screen of your desktop dimly lights the room. You’re sat at the desk with your phone to your ear, mumbling about things that Agatha didn’t care to comprehend.
She slipped into the room closing the door behind her softly. Though she was careful, you’re aware of her presence. She smiles brightly when you flash her a quick grin.
With one of your free hands you motion her closer to you. She has to hold back a yelp as you pull her into your lap while you continue your conversation.
Your arm wraps around her midsection keeping her in place. Agatha is sat with her back to you. You figured she’d keep herself busy, playing on the computer, while you talked.
For a while that worked. She did a few online quizzes, played a few word searches, she even put on some headphones to watch a YouTube video.
The older woman turns in your lap, so that now she’s straddling you. The words that you were saying into the phone get stuck in your throat for a moment.
You knew her patience was wearing thin when she started squirming in your lap. You lightly squeezed her hip to signal for her to stop. You heard the huff of annoyance she let out, but decided to ignore it.
Agatha smirks at that reaction. She takes your free hand and slides it under her pajama shirt. You try to keep your eyes stern as you glare at her, but you fail miserably. The softness of her skin never ceases to amaze you.
You pull your hand from under her shirt to mute the phone call for a moment.
“Ags, I’m almost done sweetheart. Just let me finish up real quick and I’ll come to bed.”
She steals a kiss from you, “It’s been nearly 2 hours since you were supposed to be done with work.”
“I know, I know, but this is a really important call, baby.”
Agatha pouts and it almost compels you to end the call right then. The voice on the other line saying hello, snaps you out of it. You give Agatha an apologetic look before unmuting, and resuming the call.
The older woman sighs. She grabs your hand and starts playing with your fingertips. She begins to trace patterns, trying to stop her disinterest. Her tiredness starts to get to her.
She tries to stand up, but you keep her in place. Your tired eyes meet hers as you mouth the word ‘stay’. She rolls her eyes, but leans in so her head is buried in your shoulder.
Agatha can’t help herself as she places feather light kisses on the side of your neck. You don’t seem to mind it. That is until she nibbles on your earlobe, “Come to bed.”
She feels your body shiver underneath her, which pulls a smile from her. She pulls back to look at you fully. Her hands slide innocently under your shirt, just resting on your stomach. She sees you exhale deeply, her warm hands against your cold abdomen.
As the person on the other line talks, she can see your eyes getting heavy. Agatha begins to wonder if you’re even awake as small lines leave your mouth ever so often, like an automated message response.
Her hand cups your face, and you sleepily lean into her touch.
Agatha takes the phone out of your hand and mutes the call. Your eyes shoot open fully as you reach to take the phone back from her.
“Enough phone time for tonight. It’s late, you’re falling asleep, and I want to cuddle in bed.”
You don’t argue with her. She places the phone back in your hand, “Mr. Stark, I’m going to have let you go, now. It’s pretty late, do you think we can resume this conversation tomorrow?”
The phone call ends and you close your eyes, leaning into Agatha. You inhale her scent, which helps your entire body relax. After a moment you stand, the woman still in your hold.
She scrambles to get a better hold on you, but you'd never drop her.
“Let’s go to bed,” you kiss the top of her head as you walk to the bedroom.
Agatha mumbles something incoherently into your neck as you reach the bedroom. You’re careful as you lay her down. She makes a gesture grabbing towards you, and you chuckle.
“I’ll be in, in a second, I'm just changing into something comfy.”
When you climb into the bed, her arms are around you in an instant. She pulls you into her, tired eyes opening just to get a peek at you.
You kiss her softly. It’s a delicate thing as your lips move together. It’s the kind of kiss you share when the night is over. No fiery hunger or neediness, just the overwhelming calm of love.
“No more late-night calls from Stark, you call him first thing in the morning,” Agatha snuggles into you.
“Yes ma'am,” you say playfully.
You feel her pull back a little, just enough to meet your eyes, “I love you.”
You’d never grow tired of kissing her, so you do it once more. It’s brief, when your lips touch her’s.
“I love you too.”
The rest of the night is spent in each other’s arms. The last thought that trails through your mind is that you won’t be doing any work tomorrow. All you want to do is stay in this position as long as you can with the love of your life.
Notes: Requested, smut, car sex, fingering, strap-on sex, oral on strap, cunnilingus, blindfold, tied hands, 1 face slap, jealousy, lmk if there's more bc it's more than the rest haha
Summary: There’s a new professor in the English department who has taken a special interest in Agatha. You and Rio have to remind Agatha that she's already spoken for.
An: I thought it was over, but someone requested another part so this is what I came up with, enjoy it.
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Things have fleshed out for your relationship with Rio and Agatha over the year. Originally there was uncertainty of what was to become of your encounters with the other professors, but now you had none. The three of you had made your relationship official, at least to each other.
The students and faculty of the university were none the wiser. Besides it wasn’t their business anyway. Unfortunately not being out publicly did have a few disadvantages. One of them being that some of the other faculty members would be flirty with the three of you.
Currently, both Rio and yourself had a problem with one of the English professors and how eager she seemed to interact with Agatha. There was no reason for her to ask for Agatha’s help or advice yet, that did not stop her.
Agatha brushed off your concerns stating that the professor was new, and just being friendly. Neither you or Rio bought that excuse.
Rio was a little more hotheaded than you when it came to the topic of Wanda. She’d roll her eyes, say something under breath, and even glare shamelessly at the auburn haired woman.
You on the other hand tried to keep your anger down. However, you couldn’t help how the new professor made you twitch with anger. Your hands, your jaw, and Rio had even caught your eye twitch once when Agatha mentioned the other woman.
“How did your kids do on the exam?”
“They did alright, the class average was like a high C. I’m thinking of curving it a little,” you respond to Rio as the two of make your way to Agatha’s classroom.
“Same, I think there were a few questions that were worded a little weird. I might just make them extra credit and remove them from the base test,” she agrees.
The two of you keep talking about your classes until you arrive at Agatha’s. You know she shouldn’t have a class at the moment, so you thought you’d go chat. Partially about the test grades and in part about dinner plans for the night.
When you enter the class, your conversation stops in its tracks. The pair of you are shocked to see Wanda already here, talking to Agatha.
The woman is leaning over Agatha’s desk, giving her the perfect view of her cleavage. You can see her biting her lip as she speaks lowly to your girlfriend. She’s clearly flirting with the woman as she chuckles when Agatha mutters something to her.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” Rio says under her breath.
You simply glare at the scene in front of you. You try to stay calm, but you only feel your anger intensify as you see Wanda leaning over even further so her hand could rest on Agatha’s.
“Professor Harkness,” your voice calls out with authority.
It causes all three women in the room to startle. It’s not often that you use this tone of voice. There’s a subtle irritation in it, hidden under the lower than usual octave, and the professional air you present.
“Professor L/n, Professor Vidal, what can I do for you?”
“We need to go over the exam scores and possibly the exam itself. Professor Vidal thinks some of the questions are unfair, we need to think about restructuring the test for next semester,” you keep your focus solely on Agatha.
“Isn’t that something you should talk to the head of the department about?” Wanda jumps into the conversation.
“I am head of the department,” Rio answers with her arms crossed over her chest.
“Oh, well in that case I’ll be on my way. I just wanted to ask you, Professor Harkness, if you maybe had some time after your last class to help me with some of my curriculum?”
Rio couldn’t hold her tongue any longer, “Aren’t you an English professor? What could she possibly help with better than anyone in your department?”
Wanda begins to stutter, “There’s actually quite a bit o-of overlap and-”
“Maybe you should talk to your department head, if you’re lost,” you add on.
“I actually have plans tonight, Wanda sorry. Professor Vidal and L/n are right. I'm sure someone in your department, like Professor Romanoff, can help you craft your curriculum,” Agatha answers the woman kindly.
The English professor nods to herself dejectedly, “Thank you Professors.”
She makes her exit after that. When the door closes behind her the room stays silent.
“That little slut was all over you Agatha,” Rio begins her tangent. “Her tits were practically in your face, she was just waiting on you to lean forward some more.”
“Would you relax it’s not like that.”
Rio’s jaw drops slightly and her eyebrows raise, “Oh, it’s not like that? Then why is she, an English professor, repeatedly asking you, a history professor, for your help.”
“She’s just new to being a professor, it’s not like-”
“No, she didn’t ask you for tips on being a professor. She asked you to help her with the curriculum and we of all people know what that really means. We’re nearly halfway into the semester, the fuck does she need help for?” Rio does not let Agatha finish.
“Y/n would you tell her that she's overreacting?” Agatha looks to you for help.
Your expression hardens, “She was touching you.”
“It was a friendly-"
“Rio and myself are the only ones allowed to touch you like that,” you hold her gaze.
“You can’t be serious?”
You walk around the desk to stand next to her, “And you can't be this naïve. You know that whore likes you, and you're letting her take up your time, touch you, and flirt with you? Do you need a reminder of who you belong to?”
You see her squirm under your words, “Y/n.”
“Rio and I will show you tonight. You're going to take what we give you.”
You don't say anything else turning on your heel. Rio gives Agatha a small teasing smile before walking out behind you.
“So, what's the plan?”
You smirk at the older woman, “You’re in charge tonight.”
Rio stops walking, and her eyes widen, “I’m what?”
You chuckle at her, checking the hall for prying eyes before you kiss her on the cheek, “You’ve earned it. I’m following your lead.”
“I have some ideas.”
Your smile only grows, “I’m all ears baby.”
Rio shares them with you eagerly. It’s nothing too crazy, but you find yourself falling in love with the way she thinks. You can tell she’s wanted to do this for a long time. By the time she’s gone over the main things, you can’t ignore how wet you are.
“Rio,” you say her name tentatively.
She hums in response.
“When’s your next class?”
“Half hour, why?”
You don't elaborate, instead quickening your pace walking towards the parking garage. When you get to your car, you climb in the backseat. You tug Rio in after you.
She falls on top of you, your lips find hers eagerly. She surprised by your actions, but falls into them with no problem.
You take her hand and slip it into your pants, she gasps at your wetness.
“Your dirty little ideas got me so hot baby. I need you,” you breathe out against her lips.
“Fuck, you’re drenched,” she slips 2 fingers inside of you.
You help her slide your pants down around your ankles so she’s able to thrust inside of you. You could hear her breathing into your ear, her lips ever so lightly grazing your earlobe.
“I love the way your fingers curl into me. I love your weight on me. I love it when you’re in control baby, so giving,” you breathe out.
She begins to pump faster, sucking on your neck. Her thumb begins to play with your clit, knowing that you were on limited time.
“Cum for me. Please, show me how good I make you feel.”
You cum on her fingers and she helps you ride it out. You kiss her passionately not wanting to go back to the campus. Rio is the one to break the kiss.
She reaches over to the small towels that you'd taken to keeping in the car. She cleans you deliberately.
“Let’s just cancel class,” you play with hairs on the back of her neck.
“You know I can't do that,” Rio kisses your nose.
You find yourself whining a bit, “Family emergency, please. Let’s just go home, get a head start on the activities.”
Rio bites her lip, “You’re whining.”
“I’m begging,” you correct her. You can see her about to crack. Your hand cups her face gently, “Please, I need more of you. I want to make you feel good too.”
“Y/n,” she pleads.
“Fine, I guess we can go back to class,” you frown.
Rio puts her hand on your chest, keeping you down. You hardly beg, the submissive needy nature that you’re exhibiting does something to Rio. She’s usually the one who’s the neediest of the bunch, but today it doesn’t seem that way.
“You’re going to make it worth my while, pretty girl?”
You blush at the nickname, a singular word spoken softly from your lips, “Yes.”
“You better.”
The two of you maneuver so that you’re sitting up. Both sending out an email canceling the rest of your classes for the day.
Rio gives you a quick kiss, and exits your car, “I’ll see you at home.”
You all took separate cars to work, partially because you all had different schedules, but also in part to keep the school out of your business.
You hop in the driver’s seat, trying to calm yourself before you drive away. While you called it home, technically it was Agatha’s place. Rio and yourself kept your residences, but you spent most of time at Agatha’s.
Somehow Rio manages to beat you home. You’re eager to get inside. When you do, it’s eerily quiet. You head straight to the bedroom.
When you go in, Rio stands with her back facing the door. She’s already naked. You shut the door softly behind you. She still doesn’t look your way. You strip off your clothes before wrapping your arms around her middle.
You begin placing a trail of kisses on her shoulders, up the side of her neck. Her eyes are blown when they meet yours. You shudder under her gaze. You try to kiss her, but she pulls away slightly.
“I know we talked about what we were going to do to Agatha, but…”
Your eyebrows crease, “But what baby?”
“Can I fuck you?”
You feel your face heat up without your permission.
“With the strap?” You ask her for clarification.
“It’s ok, if you aren't comfortable, but-"
You kiss her eagerly. The sound of your lips smacking against each other, fills the room.
“Baby, I’ll ride you so nasty,” you giggle lowly against her lips.
Now it’s Rio who is blushing . She doesn’t say anything as you help her into the harness. Once the strap is attached to the base, she lays on the middle of the bed.
You’re still slick from her fingering you in the car. You see her reaching for the lube, but you grab her hand.
“I want to get it wet,” you tell her.
You spit in your hand before you begin to stroke the fake cock. It’s not too long after that your lips replace your hand and you begin to slowly bob your head up and down the cock.
“Oh my god,” Rio is intoxicated by the image.
She has truly never pictured seeing you in such a way. She’s hesitant, but her hand tangles itself in your hair. You can hear her breathing become shaky.
“L-look at me,” you hear her stutter.
You look through your lashes to find her staring at you lustfully. Not breaking contact, you go down to the base of the toy. She holds you there until you’re gagging on the rubber piece.
When you come off of it, you’re teary eyed, but you continue to lick her cock. You press kisses against the shaft.
“I need you inside of me.”
You straddle her waist. The way she looks so enamored has you feeling really hot. She can hardly speak as she watches you.
“Speechless baby?”
Rio swallows hard, “You’re just so pretty worshipping my cock. I just want to watch you.”
“Then watch me.”
You don’t remember the last time you had something fill you up this way. Slowly you lower yourself onto the saliva covered cock. You moan as you take it all. Rio’s hands place themselves on your hips.
It takes a moment for you to adjust. Your hands rest in the middle of her chest as you find a rhythm riding her.
“Holy shit,” your eyes roll back as you pick up the pace. “Rio, please baby, I need you t-to fuck me.”
Your words seem to pull her out of her trance. Her hips start snapping up to meet you as you bounce on her cock. Her hands travel from your waist to your breasts. She massages the mounds in her hand before playing with your nipples.
Rio sits up abruptly, pulling you closer against her. Her tongue glides over your nipple, sucking gently.
“Oh fuck,” you yelp in surprise as she lifts you just to lay you flat on the bed.
She begins to bury herself into your cunt at a rapid speed. The sound of her impaling your sloshing cunt paired with her guttural breathing sends you into a frenzy.
“You take me so good sweetheart. I could watch your hole swallow my cock forever. I can feel your hole sucking me in. You’re so soaked, I keep thinking it’s just going to slip out of you.”
You lock your legs around her, making sure she stays inside of you, “I’m going to cum.”
Rio fucks you even harder, nails digging into your hips, “Cum on my cock.”
You fall apart at her command. Her thrust slow before she gingerly pulls out of you, making you whimper at the loss fullness.
She cuddles up into your arms. It causes you to chuckle a bit as you run your fingers through her hair.
“You’re such a softie baby,” you kiss her forehead.
“Shut up, I didn't think you'd take it like that is all. You had me in awe,” Rio admits looking up at you.
Her fingers draw patterns on your skin.
“It made me feel really hot, so caught up in the way I looked with you inside of me, could barely even speak,” your hand falls from her head down her back.
“I’ll do better next time,” she mumbles.
You tilt her head up to look at you, a seriousness in your eyes, “I loved the way you fucked me baby, and if you can keep being my good girl, I’ll let you do it again.”
“Your good girl?”
You nod, “My good girl, since Agatha is so preoccupied with the English department.”
“I’m going to be rougher with her,” Rio says it as a statement.
“As rough as you want. We’re going to make sure everyone at that place knows she’s taken,” your fingers play with Rio’s harness. “In the meantime though, I think it’s time I gave you a reward for fucking me so sweetly.”
You undo the harness to expose Rio’s pussy.
“Yes, please.”
That's how the two of you spent your time waiting for Agatha. Some fucking, some talking, and then more fucking. When Agatha did come home, she was welcomed by the sound of Rio loudly moaning your name.
She takes her time going to the bedroom. When she gets there, she hears the sound of your soft laughter. Going through the door she sees your head resting on Rio’s thigh. You have a small smile on your lips as the other woman scratches your head with her free hand.
“So this is why you both decided to play hooky today?” Agatha makes her presence known.
The air in the room shifts when you both lay eyes on her. She freezes in place under the weight of the gaze.
“Tonight, you have a lesson to learn,” you say standing.
Rio follows suit, her eyes shamelessly dragging over Agatha’s body.
Agatha scoffs, “Wanda is just-”
“We don’t care. She has a thing for you, and you haven't deterred her enough. Tomorrow you're going to let her know you’re taken,” you rebut.
Rio shakes her head, “She won't have to tell her, she’ll figure it out on her own. She should pick up the… context clues, English professor and all.”
“Fine, do your worst, I suppose,” Agatha gives in.
Rio smiles holding up the silk bands for Agatha to see. The smug look drops from her lips. Rio passes you one of the ribbons while she takes the other.
Rio careful covers Agatha’s eyes, tying the ribbon behind her head. The woman then removes the top half of Agatha’s clothing. You pull her wrist out in front of her tying them together.
You and Rio lead her to the chair in her room, helping her sit down. Rio takes a seat on Agatha’s lap while you stand behind the chair.
“Agatha, you look so perfect tied up like this,” Rio’s thumb cascades across Agatha’s sharp jaw, before pulling at her bottom lip. “Suck,” the tone she uses is a complete 180 from the way she was speaking to you.
Agatha complies taking Rio’s thumb into her mouth.
“You’ve been behaving like an attention whore. Reveling in any ounce that that red headed skank has been giving you. Do we not give you enough attention?”
Your hands plant themselves on her shoulders, massaging them. Rio feels Agatha’s mouth vibrate around her thumb. She pulls it out of the woman’s mouth.
“She asked you a question?”
“You give me more than enough attention.”
Rio hums, then leans forward so her lips are touching Agatha’s ear. “Then why are you letting other bitches touch you?”
Rio gets out of Agatha’s lap and you remove your hands from her shoulders. The lack of contact makes the woman want to stand.
“Sit still,” you command, which causes her to stop all her squirming.
While Agatha sits, you and Rio prepare yourselves. The two of you stand in the middle of the room, stroking your fake cocks. You can see Agatha begin to lose her composure as she waits for something else to happen.
“Alright, come to the middle of the room and get on your knees,” Rio gives the directions.
It’s a bit of a challenge with her hands tied and the blindfold, but she manages it fine. You turn her so that she’s facing the two of you.
“Open wide, we’re going to shove our cocks down your throat,” you grab a fistful of her hair.
She listens, even making a show of sticking her tongue out. You guide her with a firm grip, making her take Rio first.
“That’s it, relax that throat for me,” Rio begins thrusting into the woman’s mouth.
Her grip replaces yours and you watch Agatha struggle with Rio’s building pace. Rio is rough with Agatha, holding her head down until the full length is in her mouth. She keeps her there until a few harsh coughs leave her, causing her to come completely off of the dick.
She takes a few deep breaths, but you don’t allow her to catch many more, before you shove your cock in her mouth.
“If you want attention, you got it baby.”
You don’t fuck her as hard as Rio, but you guide her more. You control the way her head bobs with an iron like grip. The saliva pooling down her chin and onto her chest drives you insane. It’s the power of it all, seeing her in this position turn you on tremendously. You push her head off of your dick, watching her chest heave up and down.
She’s not in the floor for much longer as Rio yanks her up and practically throws her on the bed. Rio doesn’t let up as her lips attach to the side of Agatha’s neck sucking harshly.
You join in, bombarding the other side of Agatha’s neck. The woman in between begins to pant at the sensation. Rio begins to play with Agatha’s nipples as she assaults the woman’s neck. This causes her back to arch slightly off of the bed.
You meet Rio in the middle of Agatha’s throat. The two of you remove yourselves from Agatha to see the full necklace of hickeys that you’ve created around the woman’s neck and collarbone.
“Now everyone will know that you’re taken,” your finger runs the path of the dark purple bruising.
You don’t say anything else as Rio pulls you into a sloppy kiss. The two of you are hovering over Agatha. The woman on her back mewl at the sounds she’s hearing. She can’t help, but fight against the restraints, wanting to touch the two of you so badly.
When the kissing stops, you decide to rid Agatha of the bottom portion of her clothing. You can't resist her leaky pussy. You look briefly to Rio, almost as if asking permission, and she nods.
Agatha withers as she feels your breath against her cunt. You see her hole clenching around nothing.
“Please,” she cries out.
You give her a teasing lick that makes a desperate wail escape her lips.
“Beg some more,” Rio instructs her.
Her voice is unsteady as she attempts to plead, “Y/n, Rio please. Someone, I’m sorry I- I let her touch me. I don't want anyone to touch me that's not you, please just. I need you, pl-”
Her sentence is cut off by a high pitch yelp as you begin sucking on her clit. While you get consumed with her drooling pussy, Rio begins to suckle off her. Her teeth playfully nip at Agatha’s tits before nursing from them like a baby.
The simultaneous stimulation has Agatha’s brain turning to mush. She doesn’t know what sounds to make or words to say, it all just becomes gibberish. She can feel herself getting close and you can tell by the way her cunt tries to take your tongue.
Instantly you’re removing your lips from he and Rio is doing the same. It causes Agatha to sit straight up in bed. She’s looking and moving frantically.
“No! Please, I need to cum. Let me cum, don’t leave me like this. I was being a stupid slut, I won’t do it again. You own me, you both own please. I’m yours, I’m yours, I’m yours.”
You can tell by the wet spot on the blindfold and the tearstain on her cheeks that she’s crying.
“Stomach flat on the bed, ass in the air,” Rio’s words have Agatha scrambling to comply.
You take the time to remove your harness and sit in front of Agatha with your legs open. Rio straddles her legs rubbing the tip of the strap through Agatha’s messy folds. The woman responds by sticking her ass higher on the air.
Rio gives it a harsh smack, “I’ve been waiting so long for this.” She wraps Agatha’s hair around her fist yanking the woman partially up right. “Now eat her out while your pussy swallows my cock.”
She shoves Agatha’s face down right into your pussy, which the woman starts licking and sucking ravenously. You almost come off of the bed at her carnivorous speed.
“Oh fuck,” you lament.
That’s when Rio decides to slip herself fully into Agatha. Her body shakes and her mouth stops working on you as she tries to recompose herself.
“Keep eating or I’ll pull out,” Rio threatens.
Agatha’s face buries itself between your legs. She can't worry about her nose or the mess on her face all she knows is that she wants Rio to move. Your taste quenches a part of her greed, but she needs more.
Rio begins to pound Agatha’s pussy. Unable to stop herself from slapping the woman’s ass as she drives deep inside of the woman.
“I’m going to cum,” you murmur, reaching behind Agatha’s head to untie the blindfold. When it falls from over her eyes you lift her head just enough to meet your gaze. “Look at me while you make me cum.”
You slap her firmly across the face, like she had asked for last time, having looked a little more into the practice. The long grunt she let out into your cunt sent you over the edge.
“Now who do you belong to,” you move some hair out of her face .
Her words are unintelligible as she fails to answer you. The bliss she feels with Rio fucking into her nearly too much to handle. Rio’s arm locks Agatha in a semi choke hold, raising her body at a new angle. It’s just enough so she can speak into Agatha’s ear as she rams into her.
“Who owns you, Aggie?” Rio whisper, biting Agatha's ear lobe.
“You own me, you own me , you own me,” she keeps repeating it until she nearly screaming.
You swipe your fingers through your folds before pushing them into her mouth, “Ssshhhh. That whore will never fuck you like we can. She can’t have you like this. Don’t ever let her fucking touch you again.”
She nods her head as best she can in her position.
“R-rio please,” she whimpers, with your fingers still in her mouth.
The begging, mixed with the way Agatha was desperately pushing herself back to meet the thrusts, has Rio cumming.
“Make a mess for me, Agatha,” her hold on the woman’s throat tightens.
It sends her over the edge. You quickly take your fingers out of her mouth, to catch the woman as she slumps forward. Her head leans on your shoulder with her mouth open. You don’t care about the saliva that begins to pool on your skin.
Agatha winces slightly as Rio gently pulls out of her. She discards the harness, wrapping her arms around Agatha’s middle. Her head rest against Agatha’s back. You all silently attempt to catch your breaths.
You untie Agatha’s wrists and she sighs in content. The first thing she does is place one hand on your cheek and the other on Rio’s thigh.
“Jealousy is so hot on you two,” Agatha breaks the silence.
You both laugh, but you're the next one to speak, “Seriously though if she doesn't back off after this, I'm going to snap.”
“Me too, you’re ours Agatha, “ Rio adds on, placing a gentle kiss on Agatha’s back.
She nods lazily against your shoulder, “I’m yours.”
“Damn right,” you kiss her forehead.
“I’m exhausted,” Rio moves to fully lay on the bed.
You agree with her, “We’ve been fucking since we walked through the door, I could sleep for 3 days.” Your stomach growls causing you to speak again, “Some food wouldn't hurt either.”
Agatha is the one to get out of the bed and throw on a robe. You and Rio watch in amusement as she struggles to walk. Her legs tremble with every step.
“Where you going love?”
She doesn’t look back, “To the kitchen, I’ll cook us something. It’s the least I could do after using Wanda to make you jealous.”
“I fucking knew it,” Rio calls out.
“Don’t be too mad. You finally got to fuck me, my good girl,” Agatha responds.
Rio tries not to, but she melts at Agatha’s words.
“That sweet talk won’t work with me,” you call out to her.
“Are you sure about that daddy?” She annunciates the last word in a teasing tone.
You fluster at her words, “Not fair, Harkness.”
“All is fair in love and war Professor L/n.”
Rio takes your hand in hers, “She always wins banter pretty girl, you’ll get used to it.”
You don’t concede yet, taking one more shot at Agatha, “Well in that case, I guess it’s only fair to tell you that your good girl fucked me with the strap earlier.”
Rio can’t hide the tint in her cheeks as she smacks you lightly on the arm. You fail to hold back your laughter as you see Agatha hobble back into the doorway.
“She did not,” Agatha says incredulously.
You kiss the top of Rio’s head, “She did, and I loved every second of it.”
“So when do I get to?” Agatha complains.
You shrug, “Considering you purposefully made us jealous, I wouldn’t hold my breath.”
“Y/n,” she drags out your name when she whines.
Rio interjects, “I think you'll have to… earn it.”
“Precisely.”
Agatha pouts, “I’m going back to the kitchen.”
“Wait,” you stand up pulling Rio with you.
You peck Agatha’s lips, “ Thank you for cooking , love.”
Rio does the same, “We love you.”
She smiles shooing you both away, “Yeah, yeah, yeah, love you too. I’ll call you when it’s ready."
While Agatha cooks, the two of you straighten up the room, before getting cleaned up, with fresh clothes on. You can’t help but smile, thinking about this little life you cultivated with Rio and Agatha. It feels like a personal slice of heaven. If you knew this is what would come of Agatha asking for help with the curriculum, maybe you would’ve asked her first.
Notes: Requested, fluff, violence, soulmate au, enemies to lovers, a lil angst but not a tremendous amount
Summary: You're in the middle of a fight when Agatha notices your soulmate mark. She goes mia after that, leading you to track her down because... you miss her
An: Took awhile but I got it done. I have 1 or 2 more request before I get to the ones asking for more Help With The Curiculum & Instant Attraction but some more of both of those soon stay tuned.
Masterlist
Agatha was not a woman who often cared what fate had to say. She was not preoccupied with societies fascination surrounding soulmates. At least that’s what she would tell herself. She was busy doing whatever she wanted. Perhaps sometimes that meant tracing over the small star pattern on her wrist, thinking if she was really meant to be with someone.
“Would you at least pretend to be interested in the fight, Agatha?”
She found herself laid out on the ground as you stood across the trees from her. A scowl rests on her features as she shoots her magic at you.
“Could you just die already?”
You smirk at her, “You’d miss me too much if I did.”
“Do not flatter yourself.”
Agatha would never admit how much she enjoyed the banter between the two of you. There were sparks whenever you stood opposite of each other. Violent embers of her purple magic swept up in your elemental powers. It was more a challenge fighting you than other of her own kind. She couldn’t just drain your magic because your power was something entirely different.
You deflect her magic, redirecting it with the air. As you approach her, she keeps firing it at you. You’re used to her aggressive style of attack, so it does not stop your approach. Soon you’re nearly standing over her. She aims for your leg, leaving you no choice but to shoot up in the air. She takes that moment to stand.
It happens quicker than you expect and soon you’re being yanked down onto the floor. Agatha had pulled you back by your feet, her dark cackle filling the air, you squirm in pain as you hit the forest ground.
Agatha squats down, so that you’re face to face. She’s a moment away from saying something snarky, but the words quickly die on her lips. She feels a pit in her stomach as her eyes lock on something behind your ear.
She’s quick to turn your head to the side, further pushing it into the ground. She moves your hair out of the way to make sure she is seeing things correctly.
“Get off of me,” it’s muffled of course.
Even if it wasn’t Agatha would’ve paid no mind to focus on the tiny stars littered behind your ears.
“Why get a tattoo here, where no one can see it doll?”
You try to break from her hold, but with her holding you down by your face, it was easier said than done. You huff in annoyance, “I don’t have tattoos. Now are we going to stay like this or are you going to let me kick your ass some more?”
For once in her life, Agatha is completely speechless. Instead of confronting what she has seen, she finds herself feeling nervous. Her enemy just had to be her soulmate as well. Did life ever get tired of testing the woman’s patience?
Agatha doesn’t say anything more, opting to just vanish. You were not used to abrupt ends to your encounters with Agatha, especially those of the silent variety. Agatha never left without getting the last word or knocking you unconscious.
As you got off of the ground, you looked around. Part of you wondering if this was some kind of trick. You called out her name to no response. Your hand traces over where her hand was pressing into your face. You felt hot under her touch, her gaze felt like it was setting you on fire.
Your hands move from your jaw to the spot at the back of your ear. You knew there were stars, but you had always had them. They had been there this entire time. So why had the witch taken a sudden interest? You didn’t understand, but you didn’t care enough to discover the reasoning. Plenty of people had some sort of weird unexplainable symbol on them, you just assumed it was a normal thing.
Agatha decided that day not to go near you. She didn’t want to deal with whatever this was supposed to mean. It was easy to ignore the stupid soulmate stereotypes before she knew who her soulmate was.
After seeing those stars all she could think about was you. It was painfully irritating for Agatha. She knew just enough about you to drive her crazy, but not enough to be satisfied. She knew what your hands felt like on her skin, she knew what kind of moans and groans slipped through your lips, she knew about the softness behind your eyes. The most important thing she knew was that you were too good for her. Maybe you weren’t an outright hero, but she was aware that your moral compass was on tighter than her’s would ever be.
You had an entire life ahead of you. A life that should afford you a family, a lover you age, kids, and someone that was less chaotic than she was. Agatha never thought she would be in love again, just because she knew her soulmate didn’t mean she would stop thinking that.
For you on the other hand life without Agatha was feeling a little too mundane. The woman wasn’t the only person you fought with, but you were finding out that she was the most exciting. Everyone else was too dull in comparison. No playful banter or skilled bouts, just people equivalent to busywork. It was weird coming to terms with missing the woman.
Your mind was full of images of your previous encounters. No one had the air that Agatha carried herself with. Everything with her felt electric. At first you chalked it up her power, but something about her was addictive. It was more apparent than ever since you’ve gone this long without seeing her.
“Alright, what's going on, you aren't even paying attention?”
You were spending the day off with your friend Kate. She was a little more on the good side than you were, but you grew attached due to the fact that you were constantly running into each other.
You stare at the archer, shrugging, “Haven’t seen Agatha in a while everything’s boring without her.”
“Awe you miss your villain, that’s cute,” Kate says sarcastically.
“I just have this feeling that she’s avoiding me.”
Kate sighs, “Fine we’ll play this game, I guess. Why would she be hiding from you, when she’s the bad guy?”
You pout, “I don’t know, last time she was being kind of weird about my stars.”
Kate’s eyes go wide, “Your soulmate mark.”
“My what now?”
“Your soulmate mark, Y/n. Does Agatha have the same marking?”
“I don’t-”
“Think harder,” Kate pushes.
You start to walk through your encounters with Agatha, trying to get a glimpse of her exposed skin in your mind. You can picture yourself on top of her, pinning her down at the wrist. There’s a moment where you can see the small stars on her wrist, and it has you reeling.
“I uh I think so, on her wrist,” you say slowly piercing together what Kate is saying.
“Oh fuck, she’s your soulmate,” Kate starts to freak out.
“That’s no- it can't be real. That’s not a real thing,” you speak.
Kate lifts her shirt, and you see a little flower on her ribs, “This is my mark, Yelena has the same one on her finger. It's like fate or whatever. Y/n it’s a big deal. Agatha is your soulmate.”
You shake your head, “No, no. Agatha and I are destined to be enemies, that’s it.”
Kate rolls her eyes, “Oh I miss Agatha, everyone else is boring. Her hair’s so cool, her skin’s soft, blah blah blah.”
Your face heats up, “Hey I don’t sound like that.”
“But you do and now it’s finally making sense. She probably saw it and now she’s avoiding you.”
“Is it really that big of a deal?”
“Yes dummy. Honestly, I don’t even know what you’re still doing here. You need to go find her.”
“For what?”
Kate looks at you as if you are an idiot, “To be together, duh.”
“She’s a bad guy Kate,” you try to reason.
“Ok, but you’re not exactly a hero yourself and plus we both know that you like the villains anyway.”
“But what if-”
Kate begins to push you out of the door, “Less, what if and more, telling me about it after you find her.”
“I don’t even know where to look,” you protest lamely.
“You’re literally a master tracker,” Kate deadpans.
That’s how you end up at a normal-looking house in the suburbs. You know Agatha’s inside; you could feel her. It’s something you couldn't explain before, but now you suppose it’s because of this whole soulmate thing.
You walk up to the front door, feeling yourself become uncharacteristically nervous. That cockiness that you usually had was nowhere to be found.
“Just ring the doorbell, Y/n,” you whisper to yourself.
You do as you tell yourself. You stand awkwardly with your hands in your pocket. When the door opens, Agatha is surprised to see you.
She hides it with a quip, “Since when do you do house calls?”
You struggle to find your own words. Your eyes dart down to her wrist, hidden by her long-sleeved shirt. She feels your gaze and her face heats up.
“Can I- can I come in?”
She steps aside and lets you into her home. You follow her into the living room. She takes a seat on a chair, and you sit on the couch across from her.
The silence is new. Your normal encounters are filled with bickering, charged energy, and fighting. There’s never been a quiet moment between the two of you.
“Are we going to just sit here or are we going to talk?”
Your voice is unsure as you speak, “We can talk.”
Your eyes snap to her’s, “Because you started hiding from me.”
“Well, you came to find me, Y/n,” she speaks defensively.
“I- I wasn’t hiding, you aren't my only enemy,” Agatha rebuts.
“You aren’t mine either,” you repeat the sentiment.
Agatha sighs, “Why’d you come here?”
You look away, “I think you know why.”
“Who told you?”
“A friend, why didn't you tell me?”
Agatha feels herself getting frustrated, “When exactly was I supposed to do it? Before or after I knocked you on your ass.”
“I’m sorry,” you say quietly.
“No, fuck I’m sorry. I just- this isn’t something I’ve ever taken seriously, but it feels serious now. Especially knowing that it’s you, I don’t really know what to do here doll,” she was honest with you.
“Would you consider it?” You look anywhere but her eyes.
“Y/n, you’re young and at the end of the day, a good-hearted girl. I’m neither of those things. I don't want you to think because of these stars we have to be together.”
Agatha gets up from her spot on the chair to move next to you on the couch. She leaves space between you. She focuses in on her wrist, avoiding eye contact just as you had.
“Classic Agatha, you didn't answer my question,” you chuckle softly.
“Would you consider it?” She repeats your own question.
You scoot a little closer to her, “I’m here, aren’t I?”
"You didn’t have-”
“I wanted to, I-I’ve missed you,” your hand is cautious as it reaches for hers. She lets you grab it; your thumb slides down to her wrist, rubbing against the stars. You let yourself ramble, “I’ve been chasing other criminals and doing city patrols and it’s all so boring compared to you. You just have this… this energy around you. It’s always tugged at me, pulling me into deep water. I’ve always thought I’d drown in it.”
“You could,” she says watching your hands mingle.
“The thing is I don’t think I can. I control the elements.”
She finally looks at you, “Whatever metaphor you’re going for I don’t get it.”
You meet her gaze, “I’m not scared of doing this with you, Agatha. I want to try."
“You didn’t even know what this meant a few weeks ago,” she points out.
“I didn’t, but as soon as I found out, I came straight here.”
“Y/n I don’t know,” she tries to pull her hand away, but you don’t let her.
“Kiss me,” you say, finding your confidence.
“What?”
You lightly turn her head towards yours, “It’s what soulmates are supposed to do; keep up witch killer.”
For a moment you don’t think she’ll do it, but suddenly her hand leaves yours and she’s pulling you in by the face. Her lips smash against yours and you feel like you just got electrocuted.
She’s warmer than you expected. Her lips are softer than you thought. You find yourself yearning for more.
You’re no longer next to her, but on top of her as you continue to kiss. Getting lost in the moment was almost a given. Agatha breaks the kiss when a moan slips from her lips.
Her forehead rests against yours. Your chest heaves up and down, but your eyes stay closed.
“I’ve never felt anything like that in my life,” Agatha whispers.
You open your eyes to find her already looking at you, there’s something in her eyes that you haven't seen before.
Your thumb gently tugs on her bottom lip, “Try this with me Agatha.”
You think she’s going to deny you, instead she takes your hand in her’s kissing against your knuckles.
