current list of characters i write for (it will most definitely be updated and will later include characters that i want to write platonic content for, as well)
abbott elementary: melissa schemmenti
criminal minds: emily prentiss, jennifer jareau, penelope garcia, tara lewis
marvel: agatha harkness, kate bishop, wanda maximoff, natasha romanoff, jennifer walters
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summary: your relationship with melissa is healthy enough to allow the two of you to explore a lot of things together. including kinks. this morning, you've decided to be your girlfriend's new, upgraded alarm clock of sorts.
warnings: somnophilia (previously discussed), oral sex (melissa receiving), reader gets called baby
As often on the weekends, it was the sun filtering through the curtains that woke you up.
It was so much more gentle than the screeching of your phone when you needed to get up for work. It was warm, comforting. You had learned to enjoy it, especially since you were now lucky enough to share a bed with the most attractive woman you had ever met.
You turned onto your side, away from the window, and couldn't fight the smile that reached your lips.
She was right there, still deeply asleep. So peaceful and beautiful, under the natural light caressing her skin. You would never get tired of watching her like this, that much you were certain of.
With your heart pounding painfully against your ribs, you ran your fingertips along the length of her arm, from her wrist to the gentle curve of her shoulder. You knew every inch of her, of her body, better than you did your own—better than Melissa knew her own body, really.
Wake me up with your tongue.
The words still echoed in your mind, like they had been since last night. You had discussed it with her before, of course, but it had been the first time either of you was so outwardly open about it.
Pushing yourself off your pillow, you were careful not to move too fast, making sure not to make a noise as you shifted your weight to move further down the bed.
You kicked at the covers, revealing more and more of Melissa's stunning body. Her breasts, her waist, her hips, her thighs. You were familiar with all of it. All so inviting, delicious, and perfectly inviting, even as she slept peacefully by your side.
You let your fingertips dance across her skin. Were she awake, you knew that she would shiver and accuse of you tickling her to attempt to get information from her under torture, or something equally ridiculous. It was fine, you had grown to love all of her dramatic Sicilian antics just as much as you loved the rest of her.
“God, you're so beautiful,” you whispered into the quiet of the room, to ears that could not hear you.
With your palms flat against the inner side of her thighs, already parted in her usual sleep position, you made room for yourself, pushing them further apart.
This was perfection; there was nowhere in the world you would have rather been than right there, between your lover's legs.
Usually, you would have taken your time to 'torture' Melissa, kiss every inch of her skin, her feet, her thighs, the sensitive spot behind her knees, just to annoy her. You would have teased her with kisses to her hips, her stomach, below her bellybutton. You would have ran your fingers through her bush. Because you revelled in driving her crazy, until she begged, or demanded.
This morning, though, you didn't want usual. This was meant to be the opposite of usual.
With your index and middle fingers, you spread her lips. Your favorite meal.
You dove right in, tongue inside of her to taste her, to collect remnants of the arousal you had elicited from her before going to bed. All on purpose, for the sake of this very moment. She tasted so fucking good—it would have been easy to get addicted, if you weren't already, of course. (You were.)
You replaced your tongue with two fingers, just to tease her entrance—nothing more, no penetration yet—as you focused your mouth on her folds. You kissed and licked, slow, gentle.
Melissa emitted a small sound, and you heard the ruffling of fabric.
You froze, lips parted against her pussy. The beating of your heart quickened. She could wake up at any moment, to find you between her legs and revelling in the taste of her. Your fingers trembled slightly, entire body buzzing with anticipation—with impatience.
Did you really want her to wake up now, though? Or did you want to enjoy the peaceful moment just a bit longer?
You forced yourself not to think. Melissa often reprimanded you for overthinking absolutely everything that could be thought about, though she enjoyed the process of making you stop thinking altogether, as it, more often than not, involved several orgasms.
Were you somehow overthinking the way you were overthinking eating out Melissa to wake her up?
Fuck! Fuck fuck fucking fuck!
You wrapped your lips around your girlfriend's clit and sucked her into your mouth.
You felt the muscles in Melissa's thighs twitch under your palms. So, you paused, waiting for a sign that she might wake up soon. But nothing. Nothing happened.
Relief washed over your entire body, and the momentary tension left your body. Definitely not ready for Melissa to wake up just yet.
Before you could even think about giving all your attention back to your girlfriend's clit, you felt nails scraping at your scalp. It was slow, even enticing, and sent a shiver down your spine.
“You better go back to what you were doing real fast.”
Oh.
“Have you been awake long?”
“Long enough,” she replied, her voice more gruff than anything.
In Melissa's non-committal language, it definitely meant something along the line of 'Been awake the whole time but didn't want to embarrass you'. Which was extremely embarrassing.
“C'mon, be a good girl for me,” she muttered, “be a good girl and make me proud.”
You could only smile at her, from your spot between her thighs, as she sat up against her pillows to look down at you—or maybe look down on you. The kind of look that made your knees buckle when you walked past her in the corridors at school and had to pretend that she had no effect on you.
The fingers scratching gently at your head tangled in your hair and pulled. The movement wasn't particularly harsh or brutal, she had used more strength than that on you before, and you liked it, so much. But this was nothing but encouragement. Well, it could have been a warning, but you chose to ignore that possibility.
“You need to do that more often, baby. Best damn alarm clock I've ever had.”
idk if this is a young fan thing or new fandom culture but some of yall think fics are abandoned way too quickly. a few months or a year or two is not unusual to go without a fic update. sometimes fics take longer to write, other times writers have rl events, or maybe there's multiple fics and one gets more priority. there are tons of reasons for fics not to be updated every week or every month. it also isn't uncommon for people to come back and update fics after a number of years—ive read updates that took five, or ten years. people's lives change, but they still want to tell their stories. personally, i never consider a fic abandoned unless the author has said so; though if it's been a few years i manage my expectations. but a last update being a year ago is... generally not a sign that a writer has abandoned their fic
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summary: agatha has offered to teach you how to use your powers. but aside from learning to read various symbols and scripts, you haven't learned much to do with witchcraft, as agatha prefers to teach you more... unconventional things. and today, you've earned yourself a punishment rather than a lesson.
warnings: power imbalance, mistress kink, dehumanisation, degradation, magic strap on, oral (agatha's strap receiving), face fucking, deepthroating, hints of breath play, penetration, doggy style
The back of your knees hit the mattress and you nearly lost your balance—you barely managed to catch the headboard and brace yourself before you could fall down onto your back.
A mighty hand grabbed you by the throat, strong fingers squeezing your neck just right as nails dug into your skin, into your flesh, to leave crescent moon-shaped marks there.
You let go of the headboard and reached for her wrist; not in hope to make her stop—you knew that was hopeless—but to keep yourself up on your feet, to bring your face closer to hers. To invade her personal space like she did yours. All the damn time.
“What do you think you're doing, doll?”
Her eyes glowed purple and you let go of her. There was no empty threat with her, and Agatha's quiet threats were the most dangerous ones. She was random and inconsistent with every punishment she inflicted upon you, and you had little desire to earn yourself yet another one. At least, that was what you told yourself.
“I'm really sorry, mistress,” you batted your lashes at her and offered her your most innocent smile. “I just...”
She arched an eyebrow and your voice died in your throat. She knew what you were trying to do. Of course, she knew. Being sly and sneaking your way out of punishments had never worked precisely because she always knew what you were attempting.
When you had first tried it, she had been so offended by the notion that you might think yourself good enough to outsmart her that she had tripled your punishment. Your arse had been so bruised and sore by the repeated spanks that you had been unable to sit down comfortably, or even sleep on your back, for several days.
“You know what happens to pretty little things who bite more than they can chew, don't you?”
You shook your head, words refusing to roll off your tongue, even as she loosened her grip on your neck to allow you to breathe freely—it lasted only a moment, and she gripped at your neck again.
“They choke.”
Before you could register the meaning behind her words, she had vanished your clothes and her own. You couldn't help but glance down at the glory of her bare body—delicious curves that you wanted to dig your fingers into and perfect pale skin that you wanted to leave marks all over (she would never let you, of course, and you were perfectly aware of that fact).
Once more, she loosened her grip, and she pushed you away from her body.
“Get on your knees, pet,” Agatha ordered as she took a few steps back and leaned against her old vanity, not quite perching herself on top of it, her legs spread ever so slightly, like the most irresistible of invitations.
“Yes, mistress.”
You obeyed without hesitation, kneeling in front of her, nearly throwing yourself at her feet.
And, before your eyes, a dense purple light bloomed from within her. It grew phallic-shaped, thick and curved upwards.
Did it mean that Agatha actually had no use for the vast collection of sex toys in the box under her bed? Could she really use her powers to grow a lavender cock? There was no way she would ever teach you to do something like that—she didn't even want you practising the most basic levitation tricks in the numerous books she forced you to read, had even temporarily locked your powers to avoid any incidents.
“Be a decent pet for once. Put your mouth to good use.”
You knew what was expected of you. She didn't need to get any clearer with her instructions.
You wrapped a hand around the base of the thick magic cock. You couldn't help but gasp; it was warm and felt tingly under you touch. You could have sworn, as you gave the member a quick, hesitant squeeze, that you could feel Agatha's pulse in it. Almost as if it was part of her entirely.
Forcing yourself not to think too much and get distracted, for fear of angering your owner, you gave the defined head of her cock a tentative lick. She hissed through her clenched teeth. Had she felt that?
You wrapped your lips around the seemingly sensitive head and ran your tongue around it.
Agatha groaned.
Oh, the glory of magic! She had definitely felt that. Maybe you could have some fun teasing her, then—at least a little bit before she realised what you were up to and decided to fuck you into oblivion.
You took your time with her cock. Sucking onto the head gently, pulling the member out of your mouth to lick the underside of it, slowly stroking it into your fist as you moved your lips. Agatha moaned and groaned and bucked her hips, seeking more of the heat of your mouth. It was perfect, just what you needed; a semblance of control over her and her reactions.
The sudden all too tight grip on a fistful of your hair forced you to stop and pulled you away from her cock.
“A bitch like you should know better than to try and tease its mistress.”
She gave a thrust of her hips, holding your head in place. Her thick cock hit the back of your throat, but she quickly pulled out of your mouth, tugging at your hair to tilt your head back and make you look up at her.
You coughed a little, tears stinging the corners of your eyes.
Agatha had taught you to take her many toys—a whole variety of girths, lengths and shapes—but she had taken you by surprise with that thrust. It was humiliating, knowing that you could usually take much bigger but choked for something like that.
“You look pathetic,” she commented—and, for a moment, the disdain in her eyes let you believe that she would spit in your face, she didn't though, and you weren't quite sure if you were disappointed or not. “Open your mouth for me again.”
You were quick to do as she demanded, painfully aware that it would be dangerous to make Agatha Harkness wait for what she wanted.
This time, you were ready when she tightened her grip on your hair and pushed her magical cock all the way inside your mouth. You relaxed your throat—just like she had trained you to do with dildos—to accommodate her size.
True to herself, she didn't give you much time to adjust and get used to the feeling of her thick member invading your throat. She started thrusting, quick and shallow movements, then deep and rough, alternating in the most random patterns, just to ensure that you couldn't get used to it, couldn't predict what she would do next. It was how she always proceeded. At least until she inevitably lost all patience and just wrecked you—but it seemed she hadn't quite reached that point yet today.
“Thirsty much?” she teased and gave your cheek a slap as she pulled you off her cock once more. “I wonder if I could actually come down your throat, I've never tested the limits of this spell.”
“Why don't you try then?”
Agatha tsked at you and rolled her eyes. It seemed she could see right through you. Your little suggestion had not been perceived as an innocent offer to help her figure out new things about her powers, but rather as the selfish curiosity it truly was.
How could you resist the temptation to check just how realistic her magic cock was? Definitely not your fault.
“You've done nothing to earn a taste, you pathetic slut,” she hissed through clenched teeth. “Bend over the bed and spread your legs,” she ordered, tugging at your hair to throw you away from her.
She was beyond merely annoyed with you—there was no doubt about that, and there wouldn't be any sort of gentleness or pity for you tonight. It was what you had aimed for anyway; it was always so much more fun when she treated you like you were less than human.
You did as asked, setting down on the bed face first, legs spread uncomfortably far apart, unable to keep your feet flat on the floor. Agatha snickered behind you.
“You can be such a good girl when you want to be. Should do that more often. It's a decent look on you, you know? And the view is easier to enjoy when you keep your damn whore mouth shut.”
“I thought you liked hearing the sounds I make when you fuck me.”
Her hand was in your hair again. She forced your face down into the sheets, kept you here for several seconds before letting go. You took deep breaths in hope to calm your racing heart, but it did nothing. You could feel Agatha's presence right behind you, her warmth, the magic emanating from her body. Overwhelming. Exhilarating.
You wanted more of this. More of her. Needed more of her. And she would give it all to you, not to please you, of course not to please you, never to please you, but rather to satiate her greedy urges to prove her ownership over you.
You felt two of her cold fingers spread yours lips and the warmth of her magic cock pressing against your entrance. You clenched your teeth in anticipation, a desperate attempt not to hiss your impatience at Agatha.
“You're going to take me like the slut you are, aren't you?”
“Yes! Yes, I promise!”
“Then take me.”
You gripped at the sheets and braced yourself as Agatha started pushing herself into you. What you hadn't expected was for her to be slow with her movements, almost gentle. Was it because she could actually feel your tightness around her this time? She never went out of her way to hurt you—causing you genuine harm was never her intention—but it still felt somewhat out of place, considering her mood.
She eased into you until you could feel her hips against your ass. She paused, taking the time to run her fingers up your spine, then clawed at your skin all the way down to the small of your back.
Her hands reached for your waist and squeezed.
Agatha pulled her hips back, until just the head of her cock remained inside your cunt. She paused again, leaving you on the tip of your toes, panting as you waited to feel her against you again—your owner knew just how to drive you crazy.
“Doesn't that feel great?”
There was a teasing lilt to her voice, something almost melodic. But no matter how calm and amused she sounded, you knew she was itching to shove her cock inside you and fuck you until neither of you had enough energy left to move a single toe.
Agatha was surprisingly good at faking patience tonight. Only to leave you desperate for her, surely.
“Please—” you gasped, your grip on the sheets tightening, your knuckles whitening. “Please, just fuck me already!”
You heard a little tsk, and it was your only warning.
Agatha gave your ass a harsh slap. You clenched your teeth and whined. It stung like hell!
“Is that how you address your Mistress, you ungrateful slut?”
You shoved your face into the mattress, stifling your groan. If she heard any sort of complaint coming from you, this little session would definitely turn into a harsh punishment that would have you limping for days—and you happened to want to be limping for days only because she'd fucked you into oblivion and back.
“I'm sorry, Mistress. I got carried away.”
“That's what I thought.”
And just like that, absolute perfection began.
Agatha didn't hesitate one second. She pushed herself into you, filling you up with her cock. It was a perfect fit. Thick enough to stretch you, just the right length to satisfy and not hurt you.
Her hands found purpose at your hips, squeezing harshly, before moving to grab at your waist. Finally, the promise of a good fuck.
Her thrusts were deep and harsh. Quick, powerful. Your fingers clenched around fistfuls of the silky sheets underneath your body, as all you could do was gasp for air with each thrust of her thick cock inside you.
Agatha was relentless. She always was. You often questioned how she could manage to go on like that, where all that strength came from—this was her only workout, after all—but you had no complaint, not when she could fuck you into oblivion.
You couldn't even think anymore.
With each thrust of her cock, Agatha hit just the right spot. Again and again and again.
“That's it, take my cock like the whore you are.”
You panted, gripping desperately at the sheets.
Too much. It was way too much.
“I'm so close, Mistress! Please!”
Agatha laughed, loud and mocking.
“Please what?” she cooed, punctuating her question with a spank to your ass. She didn't even slow down her movements, still thrusting her hips into you like it was the easiest, most natural thing in the world.
“Please let me come!”
You heard her hum, like she was pondering how to respond to your pleading.
She made you wait, changed the patterns of her thrusts, slowing down. Slower, but just as deep, just as precise. Just as delicious, keeping you right at the edge of pure bliss.
if you're writing and find yourself thinking 'this is too weird/gross/offputting/esoteric/ambitious/catered to my specific interests + sure to push away a broader audience' that is the devil speaking and it is a lie. you are already firmly on the right path and you need to double down
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finished works to be posted
agatha x fem!reader kinktober fic with magic strap
future updates
not her only fan chapter 2
new project
emily x reader | fic where you got married in vegas to a stranger (emily) while very tipsy and she turns up at your new job. concept will somehow be even more absurd than 'not her only fan'
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