#agnes-strap

ℭ𝔬𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔤 ℌ𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔄𝔣𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔞 𝔉𝔲𝔩𝔩 𝔐𝔬𝔬𝔫

“Easy there, moonchild, I’m not saying no. I just, just need to adjust - “

“Ha, no ones called me moonchild in ages.” You shrug but notice the way the omega follows your every micro expression. This woman hadn’t lived an easy life, but for some reason, she liked you already. Maybe it was the clear evidence of your own trauma. Your anxieties bare for her. 

“You don’t like it?” Carla scunches her nose and you find her so adorable in this light. She’s being soft, flirty even with you. 

“Nah, I like it. I mean, when I turned seventeen, I became an alpha. It sucked, and I changed physically.. People stopped calling me moonchild..But when I was a kid, I thought if I howled at every full moon….my love would find me.” You hate that you are telling her this. Your eyes cast down, and suddenly your skeleton sweatshirt and blue jeans feel invisible, like you are laid bare for Carla. 

“So, mates?” Carla doesn’t know why she can tell you want a subject change but she does, and she wants to help you. 

“I mean, yeah, stuff, I mean like if you wanted to..” You ruffle your own hair anxiously. 

ℭ𝔬𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔤 ℌ𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔄𝔣𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔞 𝔉𝔲𝔩𝔩 𝔐𝔬𝔬𝔫 ~ 🄳🄰🅈 27

𝔖𝔱𝔬𝔠𝔨𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔰 𝔄𝔯𝔢 𝔉𝔬𝔯 𝔅𝔯𝔢𝔢𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔅𝔲𝔫𝔫𝔶

“Oh, how did you come to that conclusion?” Agatha tries not to be giddy at this ruse, wondering which one of you would break first.

“Witches eat babies, they are hideous and murderous..you - you are….” You stoped yourself just in time from complimenting her. But the invisible word wasn’t lost on Agatha who grinned ear to ear.

Not such an innocent thing - naked in the stockades finding another maiden delicious.

“You really think so don’t you..Hmm, perhaps you are lucky.” Agatha gives the backhanded compliment but her tone is a little more amused than before

“You said your name was Harkness?” Your chest swelled with possibility. A friendship in it’s birthing stages.

“You listen so well for someone who is neither beast nor caster.” Agatha sarcastically added, though she was losing interest, but you ignored the jab.

“If I am lucky then you will help me? With your powers, you can free me?” Your eyes grow bigger, pleading the older woman to give you an assistance.

“Of course I could.” Her lips linger on the word, her sinful lips.

You sigh so relieved and open your mouth to give thanks.

“But I will not.” the dark haired witch brings her hand up in the air and waves it down like it was all so very foolish. You being stuck in wooden prison and ruin.

And her getting to skip on her merry way.

“What? You said I was lucky?” You try to reason, not a friendship on the horizon it seemed.

Agatha gripped her own chin with her fingers as if to weight it out for theatrical sake.

“Hmm, maybe in the way the rabbit is always unlucky, just as you are! For she must hop away with one less foot. And here you stay stuck in a snare.” Agatha’s grin becomes that of villainous folklore.

𝔖𝔱𝔬𝔠𝔨𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔰 𝔄𝔯𝔢 𝔉𝔬𝔯 𝔅𝔯𝔢𝔢𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔅𝔲𝔫𝔫𝔶 ~ 🄳🄰🅈 25

𝔒𝔫𝔢 𝔑𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱, 𝔒𝔫𝔢 𝔅𝔦𝔱𝔢 (DARKFIC - INCEST)

Rio forced open the door as the black moths fluttered eerily around the haunted attic.  

She gasped taking three steps back at the sight of you, her wife - half nude kissing and caressing Agatha. 

Your neck, chest, and cheeks flushed while so close to orgasm. 

Agatha, not slowing her hand in your trousers, turned and grinned at Rio like the cat that ate the canary. 

Excited at Rio catching you under your siblings thumb, proving who owned you really. 

Agatha’s fingers plunging inside of you over and over again, the sound of your cum gushing around her digits so loud even over the sound of rot from the mansion, the flutter of the death moth, and Rio’s own heart snapping into at the sight. 

Your wet lips lift off of Agatha’s bare shoulder, meeting your wife with an unreadable expression. 

Rio staggers back, then picks up speed like a nightmare finally realized, a climax of horrid terror coming to fruition. 

Rio’s black suspender falls down her shoulder as she coughs, the poision making her so weak. She stumbles but catches her black boots on the steps, trying her best to get away. 

Tears gleaming at her eyeline but not yet falling. 

Agatha is hot on her trails, leaving you to throw your white dress shirt on as quickly as possible. Begging your sister not to do this, not to go after her. 

As you had begged every night since Agatha had brought your wife to your family's home. 

A home of death, ghosts, and tombs. 

How you regret ever involving sweet Rio Vidal in such a mess. 

𝔒𝔫𝔢 𝔑𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱, 𝔒𝔫𝔢 𝔅𝔦𝔱𝔢~ 🄳🄰🅈 23

𝔓𝔬𝔩𝔦𝔠𝔢 𝔇𝔬𝔤’𝔰 𝔇𝔯𝔬𝔬𝔩

Her gut instincts hadn’t prepared her for the sight of you, though. 

No matter how much she suspected, Agnes wasn’t ready to see you naked in the forest. 

“Whoa! Hey!” Agnes put down the Glock so as not to point it at you, never afraid of you. She walked forward, panting a little, but you staggered back violently. 

“NO, DON’T COME CLOSER!”

“Hey, hey, it’s me! It’s your Agnes. I got you.” Agnes holsters her gun and takes off her large jacket to put on you. But you yelp, your feet and calves caked in different degrees of wet and hardening mud. 

“NO, KEEP THE GUN OUT! Agnes, you have to shoot me.” You warn he,r and the detectives' initial response isn’t confusion, but an a struggle to calm you down. 

“Whatever it is, we’ll fix it. You know I’d do anything for you.”

Your stomach flips at the ease in which Agnes would break her morals, her code; for you. 

“Agnes, please, you have to, okay? You have to kill me. It’s gonna come soon, and I can’t hurt you. You promise me, okay?”

Ages is shaking her head so hard her frown one of anger. 

“We’ll get you some help. We’ll figure it out.” She argues and you put her words to the test. 

Your spine cracks, and elongates, ribs expanding and contracting. Fingernails push through the tips of your fingers. 

You fall to the ground and groan in pain as your legs morph into that of a hounds. 

𝔓𝔬𝔩𝔦𝔠𝔢 𝔇𝔬𝔤’𝔰 𝔇𝔯𝔬𝔬𝔩~ 🄳🄰🅈 22

𝔐𝔞𝔰𝔬𝔫'𝔰 𝔊𝔲𝔞𝔯𝔡 𝔇𝔬𝔤 𝔇𝔬𝔤

“Can I help you?” You try to be tough. But looking Maya in the eye was making you sweat. 

“I don’t know, are you housebroken?” Maya teased and you bristled, feeling like she was mocking you. But when Maya closed the distance and set her hand on your collarbone, your mind short-circuited, damn she smelled good. 

Her touch even through the cotton of your shirt made you want to fall to your knees. 

“No collar?” Maya questions like this was so sad for others, but not for her. 

“Huh?” You stumbled stupidly and she smirked but then dropped it leaning in closer, almost kissable distance. 

“Whoever owns you should know better than to leave you out and about on your own. If you were Mama’s, I’d keep you on the tightest of leashes. You’d be collared, it didn’t matter what room you walked in. They’d know you were mine.” Maya’s nose brushes against yours, and your heart feels like it might have stopped beating. 

You gulp before your mind catches up. 

“No one um…I mean I’m not seeing anyone - so no collar.” You stumble stupidly through the sentence. And Maya’s eyes gleam with excitement. Though something in you knew even then, if you had been with someone. In any relationship of any kind.  That wouldn’t have slowed the head of Marketing one bit in her sinking her claws into you. 

“But you’d like that wouldn’t you puppy? You work so hard, you want someone to guard? To feed you, keep you warm at night, huh?” Maya licks her bottom lip like it’s such a juicy idea she’s salivating. 

You groan and nod. 

And from that day forward, you were Mason’s Dog. Her guard dog, her good puppy, her property. 

𝔐𝔞𝔰𝔬𝔫'𝔰 𝔊𝔲𝔞𝔯𝔡 𝔇𝔬𝔤 𝔇𝔬𝔤 ~ 🄳🄰🅈 19

𝔐𝔞𝔶𝔞’𝔰 𝔅𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔡𝔶 𝔖𝔲𝔤𝔞𝔯 𝔅𝔞𝔟𝔶

“Maya-”

“You didn’t read the contract you signed at all, huh?”

“I’ve had a crush on you for…..a while now…” You anwer dumbly like that makes it better. Maya frowns, even if she found it cute, she’s not content with what you blindly signed up for.

“You thought maybe it was odd that I didn’t ask you out like a normal person?”

A low thudding fills your ears, maybe it’s your blood, maybe it’s your pussy pulsing so loud it fills the god damn room.

“I figured it was more of an NDA thing and you were into like…pony play or boot worship or something.”

Maya snorted and curled her impressively long hair into a messy bun before looking at you again.

“Baby, we’re in a bit of a pickle.” Maya cups your cheek and lets her red nail-polished finger nails lightly trail over your jawline, and you could cum from that alone.

“I’m not dead?” You answer like this horror movie isn’t so bad, even if it’s turning into a snuff film.

“No, you are a vampire…”