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[imdoingsortagay]

15 with agatha <3

Okay this doesn't slap like my usual writing but pls enjoy

also, smut below the cut, 18+ below, if you like reblog, love the feedback

" Fuck," Agatha whimpers into the room as she tries to follow the porn video in front of her.

Sure the both of you did fuck about a couple of weeks ago, but she was still nervous to initiate anything like that. Even when her thoughts get the best of her and she struggles to relieve the feeling between her legs.

Even when her mind takes her to all the sinful thoughts that involve you fucking her like a whore, eating her out, and making her feel so good compared to her hand.

" Oh my god," she moans out, just the simple touch of her hand on her clit makes her mind feel hazy but in a good way. Her head feeling floaty as she continues with this in her bedroom.

She used the couple of hours you were out at work to try to deal with the sticky situation between her legs, finding a video online of a woman using her hands expertly to get off. Too focused on the pleasure she's bringing herself to hear the front door open while you carry a bag of food for the both of you.

The moment that you walked into the house, you were confused when you were not greeted by Agatha, the woman who always made an effort to come to greet you with a smile on her face with a drink in her hand. Sure Wanda would make fun of you both since this was " married people behavior" but neither of you cared about that at all.

Agatha was too focused on how good it felt to touch herself that she doesn't realize how loud she was being you hear a moan coming from her room so you go to investigate, a bit worried about the woman.

What you did not expect was the door to be cracked open and see the woman in all her glory, body glistening while she innocently touches herself.

" Wish you could have called me to help you out toots," you say to the older woman and she hurries to cover herself while you giggle at her embarrassment.

"What happened to going to work?"

" Let me go early," you explain as you walk over to her bed," what happened to working on the garden?"

" I got busy," she mumble.

" Busy ?"

She nods, unsure as to what to say next, her head feeling floaty as she wasn't able to make herself cum. Both of you sit in silence on her bed as you focus on her face, so sweet and innocent looking as you imagine how adorable she must have looked touching herself, feeling bad that you couldn't be there earlier to help the woman.

" Aggie sweetheart," you start off and she looks at you with the biggest eyes, similar to one of a puppy," does my puppy need me to show her how to touch herself.

She nods enthusiastically.

“Show me how you do it when you touch yourself.”

" What ?" she asks you.

" If my sweet puppy wants my help, then you gotta show me how you touch your pussy sweet puppy".

Agatha takes a couple of moments to think it over before she nods again and moves up to the middle of the bed and removes the shirt from her body before touching herself like before.

" I can't wait to have fun with you sweet puppy".

[our-blood-is-our-ink]

29 and 44 w claire!

Money, Money, Money

Ship: Claire Debella x Agatha Harkness

Summary: Claire needs the money Agatha has. Agatha wants something in return.

Word Count: 618

Disclaimer: 18+ ONLY, minors dni

Warnings: dubious consent, spitting, slight pet play if your squint, hints towards smut, hair pulling

A/N: thanks for sending in bestie, it was so fun to write this

“What do you want me to do?” Agatha asks, lounging back in the uncomfortable chair she was so graciously provided to sit in. “My hands are tied, I can no longer give you the financial backing you require.”

“There must be something.” Claire insists. “Agatha, please. I need this money.”

The governor looks strained, visibly upset.

Slowly, Agatha eyes the other woman, her gaze taking in the whole of her.

“And would you be willing to do something in exchange for my aid?” Agatha's blue bright eyes catch Claire’s more silvery ones. “I have need of several things… If you're interested and willing.”

Something suddenly feels like it's pressing against Claire's chest as she stares at Agatha, at loss for words.

“De-” Claire’s voice cracks, and she can feel her face flush as she clears her throat. “Depends on what those things are.”

Agatha nods, before moving to stand up.

“Well, this has been… Certainly a waste of my time.”

Claire panics as Agatha strides towards the door, realizing that her opportunity is slipping through her fingers.

“Wait!”

Agatha pauses, but doesn't turn around.

“Whatever it is, I'll do it.”

Claire hates the clear desperation in her voice.

Agatha smiles sharply as she spins on her heel so she is once more facing Claire, and the sudden hungry look in the raven-haired woman’s eyes sends a chill down Claire's spine.

“Come here.” Agatha practically husks out.

Claire hesitantly stands, before walking over to where the other woman is standing.

“Good.” Agatha praises. “You know how to listen. Now.” Her smile falls and her face becomes an unreadable mask in one smooth movement. “Get on your knees.”

Claire can feel her eyes widen.

“W-what?”

“You heard me, princess.” Agatha's tone is dangerously soft. “I want you to kneel for me. Anything for my money, hm?”

Claire hates how Agatha isn't wrong.

Her face burns as she slowly sinks to her knees, and she can't find the willpower to overcome how embarrassed she feels, choosing to keep her gaze firmly fixed on the wooden flooring.

“What a pretty little pet you'd make.” Agatha coos.

Claire whimpers as she slowly becomes aware of the arousal pooling in between her thighs.

“Awww…” Agatha sarcastically comments. “How pathetic are you that all it takes for you to get on your knees is the promise of funding? You aren't a governor, you're just a fucking whore.”

Shame burns her. Agatha is right.

There's a steady tap tap tap as Agatha walks, and Claire can only tell the other woman has settled into her seat because of the way the leather groans.

“Come to me. Crawl.” She commands.

Claire whimpers again, but does as she is bidded.

When she reaches Agatha's feet, she yelps, long and nimble fingers twisting their way into her hair, yanking her head upwards.

“Open your mouth.” Agatha calmly orders.

Hesitantly, Claire obeys, and before she has time to process, the raven-haired woman is spitting into her mouth.

A flush of arousal floods through her, so strongly that the moan that spills from her is involuntary.

“I never thought you could make such sweet noises.”

Claire suddenly realizes how blown Agatha's pupils are.

“Me neither.”

Agatha's lips curl into a cruel smile.

“Well you'll be making plenty of them before I'm through with you.” She says as she settles back in Claire’s seat. “Now, how about you show your owner how much you want her money, hm?”

Agatha starts pushing Claire's head towards her crotch, and Claire gets the message, pushing Agatha's skirt up to discover she isn't wearing any panties, and that she is soaking wet.

“Go on.” The other woman’s grip tightens on her hair. “Make me feel good.”

[getlostsquidward]

Since ur reqs are open… I’d love some fluffy Eve hcs from u! She’s so soft and I miss her sm 🥹

she's the aftercare queen. don't know how to elaborate this further but she is.

eve loves to place her arms around you whenever you're busy doing something. cooking? hugs from behind. you're sat in front of your laptop? hugs from behind.

HER HUGS ARE THE BEST. her hugs feels like home.

she loves relaxing in the tub with you, with the candles that you gifted her. she likes washing your hair and vice versa

dancing in the refrigerator lights. (you know that one scene where she left the fridge open and sat there on the floor bugs me (it's the asian in me) but let's turn that into a fluffy thing)

eve loves to make lunch boxes for you. she didn't really get the appreciation from brendan for it, and seeing you enjoy and appreciate these little things, it makes her really happy.

she gets teary eyed whenever you give her something that reminded you of her.

[aparticularbandit]

17 with agave 🥺

physical affection prompts! 17) tugging on the bottom of someone's shirt

There.

Eve gently tugs on the bottom of Agatha's shirt and then steps back, brow furrowing, as she stares her over. She steps forward again, brushes her hands along Agatha's shoulders, straightens the knot of her tie (making it a little too tight, but Agatha won't complain about that), and then steps back again, examines her with another look as though Agatha is some sort of masterpiece who needs her full attention, as though if she doesn't give her this final look, she'll miss something and Agatha will go out looking as off as if she'd gone without any pants.  Then she gives a little nod, furrowed brow easing, smoothing out, lips curving into a soft, soft, soft smile.

Are you done, babe? Agatha asks, searching Eve’s expression in an attempt to read it.  Do I look good?  Before Eve can answer, she continues, I mean, I always look good, but—

You look especially good now, Eve completes for her.  She pulls her worried thumbnail out from her lips and sighs.  If only you didn’t have to—  She doesn’t finish the sentence, instead steps forward once more and kisses Agatha’s cheek gently.  I can’t wait until you get back.

Agatha gives a brief glance to her watch before tugging her suit sleeve down over it.  I’ve got fifteen minutes, she suggest.  You don’t have to wait.

Eve immediately steps back with a huge scowl on her face.  She crosses her arms.  Agatha Harkness, I did not go through all the trouble of making you look this good only for you to ruin it all just to—

I wouldn’t ruin anything, hon— Agatha starts to say, stepping closer to Eve.

You would rumple your shirt! Eve exclaims, and she puts her hands up, palms out, between them, stopping Agatha as she draws too close.  I did not spend all that time ironing it to perfection for you to just—

Agatha presses easy against Eve’s palms, leans forward across them.  If you stay very, very still, she murmurs, I won’t rumple anything.  She kisses the corner of Eve’s jaw.

For the briefest of moments, Eve hesitates, and Agatha thinks she’s won.  Then Eve shakes her head and steps back again.  I want more than fifteen minutes, Agatha.  She reaches up, adjusts Agatha’s tie.  I want to take these clothes off of you.  She straightens the edge of her suit jacket, tugs it down once more, and tucks the edge of her button-up shirt a little more tidily into her pants.  But you have somewhere to be—

I can reschedule—

—and then I’ll have to do all of this again.  Eve frowns and glances up to meet Agatha’s brilliantly blue eyes.  Her heart gives the slightest of tugs.  It’s one thing to do it just for us, but it’s another to do it for one of your meetings, and….

I know.  Agatha cups her face, brushes a thumb along her cheekbone.  She nearly flinches when Eve turns to kiss her palm.  That’s not fair, hon.

Eve sucks on her lifeline and then murmurs, Just a reminder of what’ll be waiting for you when you get back.  She tucks strands of hair back behind her ear and steps, firmly, back.  Now go, she says, so that you can get back faster.

Agatha sighs.  You’re sure that I can’t—

Go!

[hahnspoetrycorner]

Just thinking about Claire letting you sit on her lap while she works maybe she’s packing too 👀 and she’s just sooo sweet with you: taking small breaks to play with your hair, kiss u, and tells u how good u are waiting patiently for her 😣 and at some point she’ll whisper, “if you keep being good like this, I’ll let you warm mommy’s cock. Would you like that?”

AAAAAAA she’s always so gentle with you… knowing how good you are to her and she’ll reciprocate wherever she can!!

and if she is packing she would so let you warm her!! praising you for how tight and good you are… “mommy’s little cockwarmer aren’t you baby? keeping me so nice and warm like a good girl” 🥵👀😵‍💫

gonna be thinking about this all day now… sugar mommy claire i need u to pick me up ASAP 😩😩

[maxislvt]

Babybel wrapper! we can frolic in the woods so I can get to know u better lol 🫶🏼

WE SO SHOULD!!! I wanna interact with you more but I'm shy and stupid 🫶🏾

[our-blood-is-our-ink]

For anon hour: if you had to choose between Agatha or Eve who would you choose? 👀

Oh that's so hard, because I simply adore Eve. To use what I'm largely suspecting to be @aparticularbandit 's favorite quote "everybody loves Eve."

However... Eve, I love you so so much.

I just... Genuinely don't think I'd be able to resist shaking her hard enough to give the poor thing a concussion. Especially when all she probably needs is a good hug and her room temperature white wine with ice.

Also... Agatha was my first love, so to speak, when it comes to the general Hahnverse. And I definitely think we'd get along fairly easily.

(again, I love you Eve, but I think my neurospiciness paired with your neuroblandness would make for a challenging time)

So. Yeah. I suppose I'm going to go with Agatha here.

[our-blood-is-our-ink]

1 with agatha, claire, and eve smh

Easy.

Stab Eve, shoot Claire, drown Agatha.

Please note that the knife and bullet would not be through anywhere fatal and I'd toss Agatha into the ocean without staying to watch because I'm sure she could escape. She's a witch. She has magic. None of this has to be fatal.

Well. If you're clever enough that is.