If I asked for Wanda x Agatha x Reader or Wanda x Agatha x Rio x Reader requests (smut and/or kink only) but said I probably wouldn't be able to post them until later this year/early next year what would you say.......
They appeared in the living room of the cabin they now essentially shared, the older witch holding her student securely and safely. Agatha had taken a step to guide Wanda into the bedroom, but the younger woman's legs buckled under her for a split second. Agatha immediately caught he young woman, keeping her from falling. "I've got you."
Wanda looked up at her, obviously embarrassed, blushing and swallowing hard, her body surprisingly sore. She did, however, find comfort in how surprisingly strong the older woman was physically. Agatha didn't hesitate to dip down, hooking her arm under her student's knees in order to carry her back into her room.
Agatha didn't want her to hurt anymore, even though they had just had their first tryst. Her mind buzzed with the events of the night, the possible ramifications of giving in so hard and falling to far in that moment. The mentor pushed those thoughts away, now replaced with the way the younger woman buried her face into Agatha's neck, arms around her shoulders.
"Let me take care of you, okay?" Her voice was soft when she finally, gently, sat the younger woman down on the bed. Wanda let out a breath as Agatha left the room for a moment, the sound of water running coming from the bathroom. The younger witch swallowed, an ache shooting through her throat as she lifted a hand to gently touch her bruising skin. Wanda chewed on her lower lip, debating with herself as to how much she actually enjoyed of their encounter.
That unpredictable and explosive moment between them. She blushed, remember her own words to her teacher, how blunt she had been with Agatha... and how her mentor had returned that same bluntness in her on way.
Agatha returned, a cool damp hand towel in one hand and a change of comfortable clothes in the other. They looked at one another for a moment, almost as if one of them would speak on what had just transpired. But neither was brave enough to address it, Agatha averting her gaze.
The older woman took that moment to at least tend to Wanda. The nurturing side of her, that Wanda had seen so many times, coming to the forefront. She guided the cool cloth to Wanda's neck, the younger woman not flinching but giving a soft wince, closing her eyes.
Agatha felt shame.
She'd hurt her.
Wanda focused on the cool feeling on her skin, letting the older woman ease the aches and pains that still coursed through her body. She let out a sigh, feeling a familiar resonance of dark magic near her, opening her eyes to look up at the older woman.
Agatha's hands were charged, gently ghosting along the bruising on her neck and hips. It always surprised the Scarlet Witch, how willing the older witch was to heal her... even if what that meant was pulling the pain of the injuries into herself and not her student. Wanda's hands finally reached out, taking Agatha's into her own softly.
The older woman looked down at there joined hands, eyes flicking over to Wanda's and suddenly hating how she was standing over her student. She had been a position of power far too much tonight, even for her liking, but then again it may have been because she just loved the younger woman but refused to say it aloud.
She brought Wanda's hands up to her lips, pressing a kiss to them, somehow feeling like she hadn't earned the right to press one to the younger witch's lips tonight.
Agatha gently released her hands, reaching over to hand Wanda the clothing she had gathered for her, trying to silently express that she would always take care of her. No matter what. When Wanda shakily got to her feet, she gave the older witch a nod of thanks before taking the clothing and walking into the bathroom.
The older witch sat on the edge of the bed, staring down at her hands for a moment. Letting out a shaky sigh, she buried her face in her hands, biting back the growing panic that threatened to worm it’s way into her mind. She couldn’t change what they had done, not now... they both had ample opportunity to stop, but neither of them stopped. Neither of them had even felt threatened enough by the other to lash out with magic. Agatha knew that the Scarlet Witch wouldn’t have even entertained the notion of getting pinned to a counter if she had felt in danger. It still didn’t stop the dark witch from feeling ashamed...
Agatha had been so lost in thought that she hadn’t even notice Wanda return. The younger woman had approached carefully, not wanting to startled her mentor as she sat back down on the bed, just behind the older witch.
She could see that something was wrong and her mind immediately went to the earlier events of the night. Wanda didn’t know what to say about it, not yet at least. All she knew in that moment was that she wanted Agatha. She reached out, gently resting her hand on the older witch’s shoulder, urging her to face her.
Agatha swallowed hard, feeling that familiar hand rest against her and coax her to finally turn. The older witch met her gaze and Wanda looked concerned for her. After everything, she was concerned about Agatha. The least she could do for the younger woman was speak. “Hey there, Angel.”
“Hey there, Aggie.” Wanda gave her a soft smile, letting her hand trail down and take Agatha’s. “Stay with me tonight?”
Agatha nodded slowly, shifting herself back onto the bed and relaxing back, the younger woman easily finding her way into her mentor’s arms. It still surprised her that after everything, Wanda still sought comfort and safety in her arms.
Agatha had been lost in her own thoughts for so long that she wasn’t sure how long her student had been asleep for. The older witch looked down at her; She really did look like an angel... and guilt washed over her once more. Agatha ignored her heart screaming at her to stay, deciding to listen to her guilt-ridden mind instead, gently removing herself from the younger woman’s sleepy hold and slipping out of her bed silently. The older witch stopped for a moment in the doorway, looking back at the sleeping Scarlet Witch, her heart desperately trying to pull her back to Wanda’s side.
Her mistake wasn’t really the night’s main event... it was leaving Wanda to wake up alone.
To begin with, everything about you was perfect. There was just one thing missing. I wasn’t sure what it was.. but now I know. You are now THE perfect man. I didn't think that I would find someone like you. I've known you for so long. And you still manage to surprise me. I love you.
