Okay a tiny bit more as a treat :p I’ve changed a lot of the wording twice already so it may change again by the time I post but this is the core of it :)
tags: Wanda & Agatha bickering as they do, Agatha being unhelpful, reader is the kitten in question
words: 207
“I adopted a kitten.”
The other end of the line is silent for a long moment. “You adopted a kitten or you adopted a kitten?”
“The second one,” Wanda tries to keep her voice flippant. There’s a muffled sound from the line Wanda pretends not to hear.
“Anyone ever tell you that you have a tendency to jump the gun, hon?” Agatha only uses ‘hon’ with Wanda, and only when she’s pissed at her. Wanda tries not to huff. Agatha will only mockingly mimic her.
“I did my research.”
“Oh, you did, did you? Then you’re calling me to tell me how successful your pet training has been. Not because you need help, is that right?”
“I don’t need help.” Wanda insists. “Just some advice.”
“Potato, pot-ah-to.”
“It’s different,” Wanda insists again.
“Tomato, tom-ah-to.”
Wanda holds in a growl. Getting visibly or verbally frustrated only spurs Agatha on. “Will you answer the question or not?”
“I thought you like dogs,” Agatha says, not asking or answering.
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.......
Hi welcome to my Agatha All Along Week 2024 Masterlist :) Smut as always. 18+ minors dni. Tags and warnings are on each individual fanfic.
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Extra Credit // Day One: ParentxTeacher. Wanda Maximoff x Agatha Harkness.
✎ Wanda is worried about her son's grade. Agatha is gracious enough to offer her extra credit.
Leather Clad // Day Two: Band AU. Agatha Harkness.
♬ Agatha likes to work up a sweat before a big show.
Relaxing Intern // Day Three: Politics AU. Agatha Harkness.
-> councillor harkness doesn’t quite understand what interns are for
Sink or Swim // Day Four: Pirate AU. Agatha Harkness.
-> you're caught stealing from captain harkness. She's kind enough to offer you a choice: walk the plank or learn how to use your quick fingers for something else
Deer // Day Five: Vampire AU. Wanda Maximoff. Agatha Harkness.
-> you're pretty sure you aren't being followed - it's probably just paranoia - but you keep catching a flash of red out of the corner of your eye
More Than Duty // Day Six: Arranged Marriage AU. Agatha Harkness.
-> you were given leave to choose your own bride until Agatha Harkness came along. Charmed and lured in by her promises of power, your King Father declared you were to be wed. Now, it's your wedding night and certain duties must be upheld.
Royal Feast // Day Seven: Royalty AU. Agatha Harkness.
Okay hear me out! Teen being Wanda son and Agatha’s son can still happen.
Agatha loses Nicholas as a baby/toddler. William says “thank you, for everything” to his father at the bar mitzvah. This has significant meaning based on his father’s returning look. I’m assigning it as William being adopted aka Nicholas ends up as William Kaplan.
The rest follows the show as we know but with the certainty that Billy and William combined in death (“am I William or am I Billy?!”). Ergo, he is both Agatha(/Rio) and Wanda’s son.
summary: Wanda is worried about her son's grade. Agatha is gracious enough to offer her extra credit.
tags: teacher/parent au, fingering (agatha receiving), nothing else??? not even biting?? unheard of
authors note: don't question the header i thought i was cooking (i wasn't)
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“Is there really nothing you can do?” Wanda frets, fingers twisting in her lap.
“No, it’s too late in the year for any significant enough make up work,” Agatha states. “There may be enough to bring his grade up to a pass. Maybe. If he applies himself in a way I’ve never seen. Otherwise, there’s nothing he can do.”
Wanda’s shoulders droop
“Right. I’ll make sure it get him to at least try for a pass. Thank you, Ms. Harkness,” she starts to get up.
“There is something you can do though,” Agatha says, biting her lip.
Wanda’s look turns hopeful and she immediately sits back down.
“What is it?”
“Something that would have to stay between us,” Agatha says, slowly unbuttoning the first button of her collared shirt.
“Of course,” Wanda says, eyes stuck on the graceful way her fingers move.
“Something you wouldn’t want to mention in polite company. Of which I am most assuredly not.”
The spot between Wanda’s eyebrows crinkle in confusion.
“The thing two adults do behind closed doors,” Agatha says leadingly.
Wanda looks more lost. Agatha sighs and rolls her eyes.
“Fucking, Wanda dear. Fuck me and I’ll raise your son’s grade.”
“Oh,” Wanda says, wide eyed.
Agatha doesn’t miss the way her pupils dilate.
“I- how?” she quickly continues when Agatha raises an amused eyebrow. “I mean, how would you like me to…” she gestures vaguely.
“Fuck me?”
Wanda swallows and nods, her eyes dipping towards the neckline of Agatha’s button up.
“Your fingers, preferably,” she walks around the desk and slides onto it, right in front of Wanda. She spreads her legs and Wanda’s eyes drop down like it’s a siren song. “Or your mouth. Unless you’re hiding something under those mom jeans of yours?”
Wanda is too eager to do more than shake her head.
“Shame,” Agatha says. “Well?” she asks when Wanda continues to stare. “Your son won’t be penalised if you say no.”
Wanda doesn’t respond with words. She pushes herself up out of her chair and between Agatha’s legs. The satisfied smile Agatha gives her isn’t enough to distract her as she slips her hand down the waistband of Agatha’s slacks.
Wanda hesitates, suddenly unsure. She can’t say she’s never fantasised about having Agatha but this is a lot different to fantasy. Agatha is not only her son’s teacher. She’s also aloof, cocky and disarmingly charming. It leaves her aching but anxious about how much Agatha actually wants her.
“Don’t stop now, doll,” Agatha says, her hips pressing up into Wanda’s hand betrays her unaffected tone.
Wanda slides her hand under Agatha’s underwear and doesn’t hide how affected she is by Agatha’s wetness. It would be useless anyway. Agatha hasn’t looked away from her eyes since she stood up.
Wanda moves her wet fingers up to gently circle Agatha’s clit and watches as her pupils blow. She presses firmer circles and Agatha’s head tilts back in pleasure, exposing the delicate skin of her throat. Wanda can’t help running her lips over it. Feeling the fast pulse of Agatha’s heart and the way she shivers when Wanda very lightly pinches her clit. Wanda wants more. To feel her gasp and moan and tremble.
She slides her fingers lower and, unknowing of Agatha’s preferences, slowly slides one finger inside of her. Agatha is so wet Wanda meets no resistance. She studies Agatha’s face intently as she sets a slow rhythm. She’s already fascinated with the way her eyes turn black with lust but now she studies the way her cheeks flush, the fluttering of her eyelashes as Wanda slightly curls her finger.
“We don’t have all day, sweet cheeks,” Agatha says, her unaffected voice completely gone, now thick with pleasure. Wanda huffs a laugh and pushes another finger inside of her. “More,” Agatha says and Wanda obeys, adding a third finger.
She’s rewarded with a low groan and her rhythm stutters at the sound. Determined to pull more from Agatha, she increases her pace and curls her fingers every time she bottoms out. Agatha’s breathing grows heavier and Wanda’s eyes drop from her face to watch her heaving chest. She itches to unbutton Agatha’s shirt further but Agatha’s tight nipples poking through will have to be enough for now.
Wanda hits something spongey and Agatha moans. Her eyes instantly return to Agatha’s whose are half-lidded and hazed with pleasure. She angles her wrist to hit the spot again and Agatha rewards her with another moan. She wants to swallow the sound. Wanda’s eyes drop to Agatha’s lips. She isn’t sure if kissing Agatha is a step too intimate for what is a spontaneous fuck.
Agatha ends her indecision by winding her hand through Wanda’s curls and pulling her down. Wanda ignores the slight protest her wrist gives and moans against Agatha’s lips. Agatha runs her tongue over Wanda’s lips and Wanda whimpers. Agatha makes a corresponding sound and tugs at her hair. Wanda moves her thumb so it rubs against Agatha’s clit with every thrust. Agatha’s legs wrap around Wanda’s hips. Wanda relishes the way Agatha rocks onto her fingers and presses down firmly on Agatha’s clit to make her come.
Agatha moans and her hips move in time with the waves of pleasure flooding her. Wanda works her through it, slowing down as the shudders wracking Agatha’s body lessen. Wanda’s eyes move between Agatha’s face and the way she’s dripping down her fingers.
She doesn’t resist wrapping her lips around them the second Agatha relaxes. Agatha watches her with dark eyes until she pulls her fingers back out with a pop. Agatha seizes her wrist and licks up Wanda’s fingers. Wanda whimpers and squeezes her thighs together. Satisfied of her effect on Wanda, Agatha lets go.
“Well,” Agatha straightens her shirt, “Until next time, Miss Maximoff.”
Wanda nods dumbly, still stuck on the sound of Agatha coming. Then it clicks.
“Next time?”
“Oh I’m sure your troublemakers will get into more trouble before the end of the year.”
“They aren’t- “
“How many times have you been called in since the start of the term?”
Wanda closes her mouth.
“Exactly. I’m sure I’ll see you within a week,” she fluffs her hair. “It’ll be easy to get a one-on-one with you then.”
Wanda licks her dry lips and Agatha smirks at her.
“Time for the next parent, dear.”
Wanda nods.
“Thank you, Miss Harkness.” She flushes as she realises her normal farewell has another connotation now.
Agatha’s amusement grows but she merely waves her fingers.
Wanda runs her fingers through her hair, trying to tidy it a little as she walks back to her car. She smiles. Next time.
