PAIRING: Professor/Witch Agatha Harkness x Student/witch reader
RATING: explict
WORD COUNT: 12.7k
SUMMARY: A new tattoo. A new term. A new journey begins.
WARNINGS/TAGS FOR THIS CHAPTER: domestic fluff, happy ending, anal play, oral sex, scissoring, finger fucking, cum swapping, enchanted strap, possessive!agatha, possessive!reader
A/N: I can’t believe the final chapter is here. Thank y’all so much for the love. Thank you @deathbylesbianwitches for reading my shit and being my sounding board. Thank you @ragnarockz Without Beta’s encouragement I would never have written this. 💜
Summary: You and your professor manage to carve out some alone time before her lecture.
Word count: 1.6k
Pairings: Professor!Agatha Harkness x Reader
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Swearing, pet names, semi-public sex, semi-public nudity, stripping, age gap, professor/student (uni/college), thigh riding, masturbation, semi-public masturbation
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Music: Violence - Grimes, Leash - Sky Ferreira, Got You - The Flys, Shy -Renee Rapp, The Subway - Chappell Roan, Lesbian of the Year - The Beaches
She's been eating mine and @ownedbyagatha 's brains the past few days (naturally) 🥺💜
Tip Jar💰
You've timed this all perfectly. That's what got you this far: punctuality.
It was something that Agatha had commented on now and again; how you could manage time so perfectly. Severely. Every second accounted for with none to waste on trivial things.
This was how you had gotten so close to your professor. She had trusted you with menial tasks and extra office hours. Graciously, you took them and allotted the perfect time into your already busy schedule just for her.
It didn't take you long to realize that she was banking on this and hoping you would.
You couldn't deny the way she would look at you while grading papers behind her desk or how her lips would curve into a wicked smile just after saying your name under her breath.
She had waited for you to make time for her and now, as you allowed the heavy wooden door to the lecture hall to close quietly behind you, you had calculated how much you could spare just for her.
Your shoes echo as you walk down the steep steps; one by one. She doesn't look up from where she sits and you stop for a moment to revel in her beauty.
Obviously much older, obviously proud of this factoid.
You stop on a step to catch your breath as you brazenly stare her down and take her in from afar. Nothing is out of place on or around her except for maybe, the way her hair always seems wild to you. Untamed. A very slight peek into her true nature that you've only been given small doses of.
You couldn't wait to unwrap her fully.
You collect yourself as you finally come to the front of the lecture hall. She still doesn't look up at you as she flicks through a stack of papers that are mostly likely the last essay you and your class handed in to her. There is no blatant expression on her face to give away if what's in front of her is passable or not and that is when you realize, she's not actively reading what's down in front of her.
This is just a beautiful little setup so she wouldn't be caught staring at you and waiting, waiting ever so slowly for you to descend towards her.
She is counting the time just like you.
You want to open your mouth to speak but you desperately want to hear her voice first. Praising you, complimenting you. Asking you to move into a position that works better for her.
You want her to direct and guide you down into your insatiable need for her.
You need Agatha to do this to you; scrapping the word 'want' from your thoughts.
You stand and wait beside her desk and take all of her in up close. Your eyes linger on the simple yet expensive black belt around her waist. Your fingers itch at the desire to unbuckle it for her.
"I think you deserve to take a seat, pet."
Agatha's voice was soft as she gripped the arm rests of her chair and pushed it out and away from the edge of the desk. Both her feet were flat on the ground; legs slightly open. She looked right into your eyes and you looked back into hers through her over-sized reading glasses.
You had to stop yourself from moaning as you got closer to her until your hand covered hers to help ease yourself down onto her left thigh.
"Oh no, sweet thing, take off your pants first..."
Agatha's voice was like warm honey as it dripped from her lips. It made you want to lick your own to taste the sweetness that lingered there. She wasn't condescending at all and it set a different level of desire stirring in your gut.
She was going to be sweet with you until it no longer benefited her and you could hardly wait.
Agatha watches as you shimmy out of your slacks and manage to get them off from around your shoes. You fold them up neatly and place them on the corner of her desk and make a mental note to not forget them there.
You can finally take your rightful seat and you wonder, if she's noticed how wet your underwear just so happens to be from her already.
Agatha's body relaxes as you sit your full weight down onto her thigh. You feel her steady hands wrap around you to hold you down; hold you close. She doesn't need to adjust as if she's calculated this before. How much she would have to shift and the way she held you to support your lower back with her fingers spread over your sweater.
You sigh in relief as you start to roll your hips towards her, grinding yourself down onto her perfectly pleated pants.
Agatha's fingers continue to spread against your sweater; nails dragging over the fabric until they slink down your back and then suddenly, you feel her hands press against your skin underneath your clothing. Your sigh turns into a high pitched whine; eyes falling shut as you rut a little harder onto her leg.
You can see her face perfectly in your mind's eye and you know she's smirking at you and the display you've given her so freely.
Desperate and wanting more. Literally fucking yourself down onto her fully-clothed leg.
Just when you think that was more than enough, you hear the soft coo of Agatha's voice,
"You're making a goddamn mess, pet...look."
And you do, of course you do as you open your eyes and look down between you both.
You've soaked right through your underwear and see the thin stretch of a wet patch covering just above Agatha's knee. Darker than the fabric of her pants; obvious to the trained eye between you both.
Did she bring another change of clothes for the lecture? Would anyone notice if she didn't?
The mental image causes you to bring your hands up and sink your finger into her shoulders as you double down. You need her so badly, you can feel the folds of your underwear and the friction of her pants rubbing perfectly against your clit.
Throbbing as you roll your hips back and forth you want nothing more than for her to fill you up until she splits you in two.
"Oh...oh god, Agatha...oh god I'm close...getting so close..."
With that omission, Agatha presses her nails a little harder into your skin as she drags her nails up and down. Surely, you'll be fully marked up after this. She wants to leave you a sweet reminder of this moment in time. A simple gift of how elegantly you both know how to carve time out for each other. For your desperate needs.
"That's it. That's it, sweet girl...you're so close, I can feel it. I can smell it."
With those words falling from Agatha's mouth, hung with a hitch in her own voice as she tries to hide her pleasure, you groan loudly and fall forwards. You feel your own thigh muscles clench and your toes inside your shoes curl. Pulsating so painfully your body screams at you to let go.
You can't.
Not yet.
Not when your hands are falling down from her shoulders to pull at the edge of her sweater to lift it up. Not only do you lift the edge of her shirt, but the underside of her bra as well. You lift until you get what you want and the look on Agatha's face is basically orgasmic in its own right.
Agatha moves with the same amount of desperation you had; one hand pulling away from your back as she uses it to hold up her bra and sweater to give you a proper look as you continue to grind yourself down onto her.
It's another perfectly timed gift as you stare, slack-jawed and basically salivating inside of your own mouth.
"You don't get to touch."
It feels like a slap in the face but all you can do in response is moan Agatha's name under your breath. Your fingers ache, burn. You want to lean forward and take her perfectly hardened nipples into your mouth and swipe your tongue over them. That same tongue swirls underneath and feel the weight of her breast in your mouth.
You're running out of time and she knows it.
Your classmates and her class are going to start filing into the lecture hall soon and you're still desperately rutting down on her thigh.
Everything that is Agatha swarms your mind and fills you up and allows you to teeter on the edge of your own pleasure. You don't have time to lose and with one last solid roll of your hips that friction connects so goddamn perfectly you feel your body give way into Agatha.
You can barely remember the fleeting time that passes between you that's so precious before you have to scurry back up those stairs and into your seat. You hear her whispering your name over and over again as she helps you up and fixes herself back up. You can barely stand on your own two feet, legs turned to Jell-O you lift yourself up off of her thigh and turn away from her.
Agatha remains in her seat, high and mighty with her shirt still lifted up for you to take one last look before she lets go to fix herself back up.
The damp patch on the fabric of her thigh is glaring and you know, as you hike back up the stairs and hear the echo pounding in your ears throughout the empty lecture room, Agatha isn't going to change out of those pants before class starts.
She wants you just like she always does. To sit there and suffer and keep your eyes on her at all times.
Because you know, when class starts in five minutes, she won't be able to keep her eyes off of you.
Her Little Secret | Agatha Harkness x Rio Vidal: Chapter One: Nothing to Lose
Summary: Rio's journey begins at New York University to pursue acting, and meets her mysterious professor for the first time.
A/N: I started writing this months ago but finally finished the first chapter. Please excuse me, I'm trying to base the Puerto Rican island on the island that I personally grew up on in Europe, so I apologise if any of that is inaccurate along the way.
Word Count: 2009
Warnings: None
Genre: Angst, Humor
Date: 12/02/2026
It's often advised not to take risks,
But Rio had nothing to lose.
She wanted to be an actor since she was only four years old, beaming at the television screen every time her mother put on a bootleg of an Annie play that Rio loved to watch. Her mother was sick of hearing "The sun'll come out, tomorrow," on repeat until she was hearing it in her sleep.
When she was twelve, she told her immediate family that she wanted to be on stage, that she belonged on stage, but as usual, was met with a polite smile and a dismissive "sure thing dear!", assuming she'd obviously change her mind later on, just because the majority of people do.
When she was sixteen, all she would hear was "you'll need a backup plan", or "but realistically-", No one thought she could actually succeed in such a difficult profession. If anything just fueled her more to prove anyone who doubted her wrong.
Not that her currently looking out of the plane window with tears streaming down her face was out of spite, of course.
Saying goodbye to the beloved Puerto Rican island she spent the first nineteen years of her life on, was absolutely horrific. It's all she had ever known, and she was seriously starting to regret getting on that plane.
But on the other hand, the other scenario may just outweight that.
New York University. They had some incredible acting courses that she could only ever dream of attending. So when she got her acceptance letter back, there was nothing else to do but to book her plane tickets.
She only had three months to prepare, to pack away her small apartment and move across the globe. It was difficult, something that no teenager old should have to do alone. No matter one's age, it's stressful, heartbreaking, and difficult. Nonetheless, she managed, but sometimes failed to see how big of an achievement she had accomplished.
Exhaling, she buckled her seatbelt as she sat back in her seat. Free business class upgrade! A mother demanded she should sit next to her son, who for some reason clearly didn't pre-book the seats, so the flight attendants simply moved Rio to business. Conveniently, it gave her the privacy to mourn her home in peace.
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Rio's new dorm was small. Her roommate wasn't there yet, meaning she got to choose which bed she wanted. She chose the bed on the right hand side, already thinking about different types of posters she could hang up, and placed her bag on the floor.
It was surprisingly very quiet, which gave an eerie vibe. She knew that she needed to unpack, to give the room her own touch to make it more familiar, like home, but either way she knew it would take time to adjust. It was just so different to what she was used to. No bugs sneaking in through the doors? No sound of cicadas buzzing all throughout the day?
Looking out the window, she wasn't met with the familiar image of trees and field. Instead, it was into the window of someone else's dorm. She closed the curtains, figuring it was best not to see something she didn't want to.
Sighing, she sat back down, pulling out her cracked phone from her pocket. She didn't start classes right away, as there were still some enrollment procedures she had to go through, which were always a hassle and never fun.
Opening up her email, she found all the details she needed. "Student Support Center". It was located in the main building of her campus, and that's where she could officially pick up her first student ID card. The main building along with some other facilities along the campus, have security gates in place, meaning no one unauthorized could enter the premises. Although it was sometimes frustrating having to scan a card, it ensured that everyone stayed safe.
She flicked through her phone to access the university app, which had a digital form of her schedule. Apart from drama, she had also applied to some part time courses to help get her going, which would also look good on her certificate.
She swiped through until she found the class she was most hopeful for, "Introduction to Acting." She clicked on the page for more details, thumb pausing just over the professor's name.
Miss A. Harkness.
Interesting.
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Getting lost while trying to navigate around campus for the first time isn't an original experience for anyone. Rio huffed, as a lot of the map details of the university seemed to be wrong, making her walk around endlessly to no avail. How hard is it to make sure your app is up to date? Apparently she was supposed to be standing in front of the student support building that very moment, but instead it was a Starbucks?
After several more minutes of wandering, she finally found it. The white italic letters placed uneavenly above the front door. She took a breath and made her way through, approaching the front desk. A blonde woman with glasses was sorting through a stack of papers, and she almost looked disrupted by Rio's presence.
"Can I help you?" She asked, putting on the best customer service voice she could.
Rio cleared her throat, "I'm here to pick up my student ID card, I only recently got enrolled."
The woman nodded, turning towards a laptop and seemingly opening up a new tab on her browser, "What is your ID number?"
"Uh," Rio paused, quickly pulling out her phone to rapidly scroll across her emails, "I've got it, it's just... Here somewhere..."
The woman wasn't pleased, but she remained silent, almost taking pity of Rio's awkward state.
"Okay I got it", she said, "It's six, seven, five, two, eight."
The receptionist nodded along, her fingers hitting the keys on the device, "Okay, now we just need your photo."
"Now?" Rio asked, she hadn't put in any effort to doll herself up, not that she would've anyway, but her hair was a mess and her eyes were probably dark underneath. "Okay, yeah, sure."
The woman let out a breath, picking up a small, strange looking device that barely looked like a camera. Rio stared into the center, a soft click sounding from it. Only a few seconds later, a small paper printed out, that was inserted into a plastic casing and onto the lanyard.
"There you go, Miss Vidal."
"Thanks!" Rio smiled, taking it. She thankfully didn't look as bad in her picture as she had originally envisioned.
Upon exiting the building, she let out a sigh she didn't even know she was holding. At least now she had a student ID card, which meant there'd be no more inconveniences in accessing the campus buildings.
Her first class was in ten minutes. That barely gave her any time to be able to navigate to the assigned room in case she got lost, which she likely would. She turned her phone off, deciding that the digital map was no longer a help to her considering the majority of it was incorrect.
"Classroom 229," She muttured to herself, making her way into the main building of the campus.
The building was busy. There were students everywhere, all different types of people. People who looked fresh out of highschool, some who looked like they did not want to be there, and some who were way too loud and obnoxious to be university students.
Her classroom was on the second floor, presumably, but the elevator had a very long queue and she would never make it up there in time, so she opted for the stairs instead. On the way up, she bumped into people a few times, half of which was not even her fault, who walks down the stairs without looking at their surroundings?
After venturing around the corridor for a while, she soon discovered that she had somehow ended up on the third floor, not the second. She panicked, rushing to find the next nearest staircase which was conveniently behind her.
After almost falling down the stairs, she came across the room she was looking for. She fiddled with the handle before opening the door, eyes meeting with the professor who did not seem impressed.
"You're late."
Rio froze, "Uh, sorry, I couldn't find the classroom."
The older woman hummed, "What's your name?"
"Vidal. Rio Vidal."
The professor rose an eyebrow, taking a quick skim through a paper she was holding, "Take a seat."
Rio nodded quickly, making her way over to the first row which was mostly unoccupied, surprisingly. Not only had almost everyone chose seats further away, but the class seemed unexpectedly empty.
"My name is Professor Harkness, and I will be your drama professor." The woman broke the silence, "I expect everyone on time for every lesson," she locked eyes with Rio for a moment, "and if for whatever reason you are running late, please contact me to let me know."
Professor Harkness moved over to her desk, putting the paper she was holding in a drawer, "Today's lesson will be a brief introduction to acting and what to expect from the course." She began, taking a piece of chalk and made her way to the blackboard, writing "Introduction to Acting" in big, capital letters.
"Now, this is a year long course, and we will be meeting here five days a week. Three of those days will be the actual practice of acting, and the other two will be theory."
Rio smiled to herself for a moment, she was honestly excited to officially be able to start her journey, but a part of her did worry about what kind of professor this woman was like. Was she fun? Strict? Only in it for the money? Actually, that part isn't possible. Teachers are underpaid.
As the lesson went on, she gave a long description about the course, about teaching improvisation, micro expressions, the history of theater. She went on for quite a while and it was obvious some people were getting bored, as some were scrolling on their phones or whispering with each other.
"And so that means-" She paused, her gaze landing on a few people in the back row, "I don't appreciate loud talking in my classroom."
The room froze, the guilty victims looking up at her, "We were just whispering-"
"That was too loud to be a whisper," She smirked, "quiet down immediately."
They accepted defeat, figuring she had a point and there was no reason to argue with her. At least this professor knew how to set rules in the classroom.
Unlike others.
After about an hour and a half of professor Harkness talking, she finally dismissed the class. Most got up and left the room without another word, but Rio took her time to pack up. Once the room emptied she glanced over to the woman sitting at her desk.
"I'm looking forward to the classes," she spoke, making professor Harkness blink in surprise that someone had stayed back.
She cleared her throat, "I'm glad to hear that."
Rio paused awkardly, not quite sure how to continue the conversation, not even knowing if she wanted to. Her professor seemed cold, distant, but also like there was more to her that doesn't meet the eye, parts of her that she'd never dare to show.
Rio snapped back to reality when she noticed professor Harkness looking at her with a raised eyebrow.
"Lost in your thoughts?"
"Yeah, sorry." Rio chuckled, "I'll see you next time."
She stumbled out of the classroom, clutching her things and trying not to let everything fall out of the bag she forgot to close. She couldn't tell if she liked the woman or not. She wasn't sure whether she would make the course something she'd dread, or something she'd actually enjoy going to.
She made her way back to her dorm as she didn't have any classes for the rest of the day. Most of the other students would've probably gone out with their friends, plan a gathering, but Rio couldn't do any of that yet. She would never admit to the longing she felt for the romanticized university life you'd see on television, or the stories people would tell about it all.
It was only day two. There were so many fates that Rio could meet, or perhaps ones she had already met.
having a tutoring session with professor agatha but before you go to it you have to send her your rough draft of the term paper so you send it in a rush the morning of but oopsie daisy you accidentally send her a folder of very private content. we’re talking pictures of your tits and ass and pussy, and your face is in a few so there’s no way to deny that it’s you. but there’s also a few videos, like you completely naked humping a pillow like a desperate slut, and playing with a vibrator. but most embarrassingly enough there’s a video of you in a pair of tiny panties, pissing yourself for the camera which still makes you hot in the face whenever you think about how you recorded that. but since you’re just a dumb slutty baby you don’t realize you sent THAT folder. so you get to your session at her office later and agatha has this big fucking smirk and before you even have a second to realize somethings off, she turns her computer screen around and a shot of your bare tits is staring you in the face. you instantly are mortified and your stuttering and stammering because holy fuck your professor (that you’ve been lusting over has seen EVERYTHING) and agathas a mean tease and is basically like “poor little baby is so desperate for attention that she had to send her slutty body for me to see” and “did you think this would impress me” and then she’s like “hmmm you know what I think if you want to impress me you’d show me the real thing, I think you should recreate some of those videos for me to see in person, especially that delightful little one of you forgetting that the toilet isn’t in your panties” and that’s how you find yourself naked and peeing for your professor — and also fucking her bc obvi
i literallyhave nothing to add. this is perfect. i will think about it forever.
Hello lovely people!! Below is a list of all my works! My content is not for minors as it contains sexually explicit and (often) dark elements. All of my links go directly to AO3, and my inbox is always open! This is a safe space!! I hope y’all enjoy, and happy reading! 💜
Agatha Harkness x Reader:
A Study in Fate and Time
LINK TO THE TRAILER by @janethewanderingwitch 💜
RATING: Explicit
STATUS: COMPLETE (27/27)
WORD COUNT: 412k
SUMMARY: It’s your final year for your master’s program at Salem University. You never imagined THE Doctor Agatha Harkness would take you under her wing, but she has; as both your magical mentor and your thesis advisor. Now you can’t help but wonder how you’re going to survive her, because the connection is instant—explosive. Some things are just meant to be. Little do you know, a secret relationship is the least of your worries.
TAGS/WARNINGS: age-gap, jealous Agatha, protective Agatha, violence, blood, murder, masturbation, eventual smut, angst, bad parent Evanora, reader’s step mom is a cunt, angst, dry humping, phone sex, homophobia, fat shaming, oral sex, face sitting, finger fucking, 69, scissoring, oral fixation, strap ons, enchanted strap, squirting, choking, magical restraints, mentions of death, grief, ab riding, cock warming, spanking, strap sucking DEAD DOVE: graphic staged suicide, improper use of a paddle, dacryohilia, spit kink, semi public sex, unplanned pregnancy, anal play, nipple clamps, anal sex, double penetration, breathplay, safeword use, inappropriate use of a pool cue, wax play, lactation kink
My Haunted Beloved
RATING: Explicit
STATUS: complete (1/1)
WORD COUNT: 18.8k
SUMMARY: Any expert worth their salt would tell you that it takes a minimum of eighteen days to form a habit. But after only three; you realized you’d never be able to quit this house. To quit her; the remnants of Agatha, of her life, and of her magic. Your addiction wasn’t actually the problem, though. No. What’s even more concerning is that after only fifteen days; you’ve realized you’re in love. You’ve fallen head over heels for a woman whose presence in this world is nothing more than an echo— a memory. What kind of therapy does one seek when they’re in love with a dead woman?
TAGS/WARNINGS: mommy kink, morally gray reader, mentions of murder, psychological torture (not on reader), age gap, breathplay, mutual pining, Agatha has the gray streak because it’s hot, face-sitting, fingerfucking, dom/sub undertones
Chained and Unspoken
RATING: Explicit
STATUS: WIP (5/?)
WORD COUNT: 54k and counting
SUMMARY: You’re a highly recommended children’s speech therapist, and one day Agatha shows up out of nowhere and makes you an offer you can’t refuse. You take a position as her live-in Nanny so that you can help her autistic, non-verbal three-year old son, Nicky. The problems? You’re instantly attracted to her. She’s your boss. She’s married. She’s…straight? What straight woman looks at you like that?! Okay, maybe she’s not straight. She’s still married…
TAGS/WARNINGS: age gap, modern au: no powers, Bad parent Evanora Harkness, past Wagatha, Agatha is married to Ralph, walk with me, she knows she’s a lesbian your honor, it’s for the plot, strangers to lovers, mentions of childhood abuse, Top Agatha Harkness, Bottom Reader, eventual smut, mutual pining, jealous Agatha, jealous reader, additional tags to be added
SUMMARY: You’re an employee at Erewhon. When Maya runs into you, she’s immediately smitten. The problem? You’re uninterested in dating anyone in the industry because of your history. Maya’s not used to being told no. Your repeated refusals only make her more determined than ever to snag a date.
TAGS/WARNINGS: mild angst, some hurt/comfort, mutual pining, age-gap, protective!maya, possessive!maya, top Maya, bottom reader, fingering, scissoring, squirting, face sitting, sixty-nine, ab riding, pussy slap, mommy kink, happy ending
Heated Confession
RATING: Explicit
SERIES: Part two of the Burberry Chronicles
STATUS: 1/1 (Complete)
WORD COUNT: 10.5k
SUMMARY: Maya has a hot flash at work. She makes it everyone’s problem. Including yours.
SUMMARY: Agatha Harkness is a retired Olympic figure skater - the most decorated in history. At nearly 45, she now runs her family business in Houston, Texas: Harkness Oil. She's also a (now former) assistant coach in the NHL.
Soon-to-be twenty-five-year-old Rio Vidal is an elite hockey player, just finishing the inaugural PWHL season, and with special permission from the commissioner, joining the NHL draft. She's a decorated Olympian herself, keeps up and surpasses the boys, and is ready to show the world what women can do.
When Agatha's Aunt Lilia buys the Houston Comets, the worst team in the league, Agatha is tasked with rebuilding the franchise and creating the dynasty team Houston deserves. Drafting Rio upon her Aunt's insistence is just the beginning of the multitude of changes.Sparks will fly, but not all of them good. After all, the pressure the two women are under is almost insurmountable, and they’re under too much scrutiny to indulge in something forbidden. It doesn't help that once Rio is actually coached by Agatha, they hate each other.
TAGS/WARNINGS: slow burn, age gap, women in hockey, implied homophobia, misogyny, child loss, grief, tags will be added as we go.
Untitled: A oneshot in the Study in Fate and Time universe for kinktober. It’s Agatha’s close to Agatha’s first heat after giving birth, and your wife is being a brat.
Untitled: various oneshots for ‘The Burberry Chronicles’ universe. 💜
