#agnes-strap

“It’s fine Jen, my last name is Mason.” You don’t look at Maya but you turn to Patty and tilt your head much like your wife does. You roll your tongue over your front teeth. 

“Shit. Fucking..oh shit.” Sal says, and his eyes look at your wife. 

Patty starts to laugh so hard you think she might have broken. Quinn’s mind can’t seem to catch up to how you both are gay and married, and successful. 

“Oh my god.” Alice whispers looking down at her lap as if she’s about to totally be fired. 

“It’s fine Alice.” You whisper to her and she looks like she doesn’t believe you for a second. So Jen pats her shoulder to comfort the poor artist. Jen wasn’t shocked as she’d worked for you before.

“Woah that’s crazy coincidence! Unless, are you guys like related though, like cousins?” Matt says over Pattys laughter. And Sal looks like he’s gonna combust at Matt’s dumb ass. 

“Would she be wearing the key to Maya’s lock if they were cousins Mathew? It’s a fucking kinky thing idiot.” Sal whisper screams at him. You force a smile at the head of the studio. 

“Oh my god.” Matt’s mind is starting to catch up and it’s hilarious. Meanwhile Maya just looks like the king of the table. She’s smiling broadly like she’s won the lotto. She’s made everyone uncomfortable and the cat is out of the bag. 

Patty finally stands up to stop laughing as she goes over to find the booze and she pours three whiskeys. 

“Isn’t it a little early to be-” Quinn says not liking that Patty was drinking in a meeting. But Patty holds the tops of the three glasses pinching them to carry them and the bottle. She pushes one towards Matt. But Sal takes it instead and downs it. Then she walks over to Maya. 

“Mazel Tov.” She says and hands Maya a drink. Maya clicks her glass against Patty’s and the two down their drinks.

-Pretty Girl I'll Make You Famous

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…”

𝔄 𝔚𝔦𝔱𝔠𝔥 ℌ𝔞𝔰 𝔑𝔢𝔢𝔡𝔰

“Interesting, such a cute bone bending baby.” The witch’s hand comes up to touch your face, and you see her dark black fingers. As she touches your skin. 

You watch the purple coming from all around her, but that smile was more of a killer. Fuck, Agatha Harkness was gorgeous. 

“What in the world are you doing with spandex bunch? You seem like a bigger threat. No coven pet? No, they were scared of your talents.” Agatha speaks and strokes your skin like you are her familiar.

You watch purple mist move around her and this should be where you make a plan - get out alive. You don’t really feel a rush to get back just yet, though, not missing Wanda and Strange. 

“Not super loyal to them, huh? You not having fun working for an organization that tortured you? What is this superhero gig really though, if not an eternity of community service? Baby Boo no, no wonder you aren’t a loyal thing. Wow, and not favoring the Winifred Sanderson rip off who’s got a crush on you then? I can see why Scarlet wants you, you are quite the catch.”

You try not to smile at the shitty nickname for Wanda, and Agatha smirks at you, finding her funny. Like this is some kind of first date, and you aren't stuck against wax to a haunted house that’s killing the earth. By a murderous witch who is holding you against your will. Instead, you remember your mission, and Wanda’s attempts at wooing you. Your teeth making the universal cringe sign, as you lie. 

“She’s not so bad.”

Agatha pouts her lip like ‘thats adorable’ not believing you for a second. Not that you really tried. This cat-and-mouse thing was fun for her, and you figured she probably had better things to do than to flirt with you. Still, here Harkness was. 

“She’s not so bad, yet you don’t reciprocate her advances, and you are working very hard to not look down my dress.”

-𝔄 𝔚𝔦𝔱𝔠𝔥 ℌ𝔞𝔰 𝔑𝔢𝔢𝔡𝔰 ~ 🄳🄰🅈 5

Danger In New Horizons

“I’ll go, but I want you to go again after, and I get to ask the question.”

“Fine.” You sipped your tea and waited as Agatha got a dreamy expression on her face. As if she was recalling things she hadn’t allowed herself to ever say out loud, much less remember in the day. Only the night, where she could punish herself in the shadows.

“I am an infamous witch killer, but no one actually ever asked me why I did any of it. Not that it condones it, but I think it’s easier to hate what you can’t possibly understand. Or take the time to. I am older than you, but how I caught you gawking down my cleavage in my normal dress the other day tells me you don’t mind that one bit. I loved someone very much and they took…everything from me. I came here because I wanted power, knowing full well it will never give me back what I have lost. Nothing could ever do that, and my fingers remind me…that I am not….That I can’t be that again. I was happy when I learned you were trapped here. Wanda is endlessly boring and in a constant state of domestic denial. You are the most interesting thing to happen to this town…or to anything… in a long time. I can’t recall the last time someone got under my skin like this, fought back, and….stimulated me intellectually. I don’t know how to feel about that. To be honest. I also don’t think I’ve been this honest for the last two centuries. This is the most honest I think I may have ever …been….”

Agatha trailed off and looked at her hand where her fingers held a glamor and you waited, letting her admission, her confession breathe between you two.

Like it was giving life to something new and beautiful.

She drops the glamor and you like this better. Her charcoal stained fingers aren’t a lie, and she doesn’t need to do that here.

Agatha regards the cat themed clock as if pretending she had more time, but really you wondered if she was just so relieved to speak.

To not lie for once.

So she adds more and you are grateful for it all.

Agatha takes a breath and you wonder if it is for courage, and you wonder what Agatha looked like as a girl falling in love for the first time. Before she had all these walls and rules for what she could and couldn’t say to another soul.

“My guilty pleasure, that I never admit to, is honey in my tea. I watch the sunrise every morning. I don’t like the 50’s music that Wanda insists on the radio. I miss the smell of lilacs in Massachusetts and cedar from a tree I used to read under. I enjoy books more than TV. I’m an old fashion witch, I suppose because I detest technology in general even before we were sent to the 50’s. I…I pick up river rocks for someone who isn’t here anymore…I found after my heartbreak I can’t seem to grow herbs….I despise spirits and can’t begin to tell you how silly Tarot is….My mother taught me to draw a pentagram before she taught me how to write my name… and I can’t wait to not wear Agnes fake niceties around these morons…But I am glad I am here….I am…glad I met you.”

This feels far more honest than you were expecting and you are sure her ten seconds are up but you are hanging on her every word.

Agatha blue eyes fall to you now and you feel naked, completely bare to her, caught ogling her. As if she knew what her words had evoked deep in your heart now.

You clear your throat and put the cup of tea down.

“Well, you sure showed me how it’s done.”

-Danger In New Horizons

I am like a small creature swallowed whole by a monster

“You’ve never been scared before have you Agatha?” Teen said and you thought how stupid that idea sounded. You were even tempted to scold him but Agatha stopped her movement on your leg under the table.

You hadn’t expected her to answer honestly, like at all.

“I have been scared out of my skin before Billy. When you love someone as much as I love my wife. There is always a fear…” She says not meeting anyone's gaze.

“But is that why…she’s bound..a ..familiar..”

‘Fuck’ you thought.

Rio and Agatha both bristled, and you saw that neither wanted to say anything about the bond. It felt insanely intimate, because it was just that. And not at all like something they have ever talked about with anyone else. It didn’t matter if they were a witch or not. Both of their backs went rimrod straight. It got fucking cold in the house. Billy looked at you as if begging for help out of what he opened.

“That is…” You started putting your fork down, instantly losing your appetite.

“None of your business,” Agatha says so low in her vocal cords it almost is a growl.

“Not something you get to ask.” Rio pulls her head to the right, her jaw tight as she grips her glass; you saw her knuckles turn white. Not that Aggie was doing better her teeth grinding together.

“That is a little personal for dinner conversation. It’s ok that you ask-”

“No it isn’t.” Agatha interjects looking at you in warning. It was common knowledge there were things you didn’t ask witches. It was rude, and you didn’t do it. It wasn’t that your bond was taboo necessarily but it was intimate. And any witch worth their salt would be scared to ask.

“Billy I get your curiosity because familiar bonds are super rare-” Before you can continue, Agatha slams her hand down on the dinner table and you stop. Not flinching at her display but Rio looks ready to blow as well. Agatha grabs her stake knife and points it at Billy.

You weren’t wrong, this bond magic was incredibly rare. You were trying to make the moment educational and not personal. But your witch was having none of it.The blade glinted in the light and all eyes fell to it. Agatha opened her mouth to speak and the room hung on her every word.

“I will teach you magic Billy Maximoff. I will help you hone and master your skills. I’ll guide you and I’ll let you study in my home under my roof with my family. They will even assist you. But I told you the second you met my witch, my wife, my familiar, my everything… That you weren’t to ask questions about her. I have said it twice. Billy, I mean what I say when I say it and I won’t say this a third time. She’s off limits to you. She’s sweet and kind and she lights up every room. She’s not yours. She’s not your mother she’s not your friend. She does not. Belong. To. You.”

Billy gulped as she got closer with the knife. You knew this moment could not be interrupted. Rio looked over at you making sure you didn’t move from your spot to defend the boy. Because she’d tackle you and make sure Agatha could finish her tirade. Rio was ready to pick up her own knife if need be. But Agatha was the head of the family. She made the rules and it was important that she do this.

Agatha scooted her chair closer to Billy, making him very aware of the knife near his throat. She was centimeters away from his carotid artery. She just needed to make a small motion with her wrist and his adams apple would split open too, just like Kill Bill.

“I do not detest you Billy. I like your style even. This will be a safe place for you, because my wife likes it. And she holds more power in this family then you will ever understand. So I will allow it. You won’t be judged in this house for your sexual orientation, your lack of skill and couth, or the actions of your mother. But let me make myself crystal clear for you. If you would like to see the full rath of my power. You will cross a line with my wife again. You are never to mention the bond. Ever. Ever. Again. Not even quizzically to her in passing, I will know. I will hurt you. You will never step foot in my home again. You will never see my wife, ever again. Our bond is not in the syllabus for you.I will remove this knife from your throat when I hear that you understand me. “

“I understand. I’ll never bring it up uh- the bond again.” He says shakily, looking down Agatha in the eye then scrunching his face in fear.

Agatha palmed the knife and then stabbed Billys napkin right above his hand. '

I am like a small creature swallowed whole by a monster ~ Chapter 5

𝔇𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔥𝔰 𝔓𝔢𝔱

Time ticked on, but you heard Agatha breathing, knew they weren’t done with this conversation. Yet the silence kept drumming on, like the little soldier on a hill with his sticks marching into battle with his virginity and rosary beads. 

You waited for a bloody crescendo, a climax of carnage, or even a final kiss of forgiveness.

You waited for time to decide, and fate to take.  

Death didn’t respond, didn’t budge. 

Whatever transpired between them was delicate, a fondling of lovers….until it wasn’t. 

Until it turned to what it always did, thrusting and dirty talk. Sweat and the smell of sex and release. And then it got erotically violent, as you were the unconsenting voyuer to their scene. 

“Your pet wants a lick, I bet I can still taste the cum down their chin!” Agatha would antagonize.

𝔇𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔥𝔰 𝔓𝔢𝔱 🄳🄰🅈 7

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

𝕾𝖙𝖆𝖑𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝕽𝖚𝖑𝖊𝖘 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝕯𝖊𝖙𝖊𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖛𝖊𝖘

{NSFW DARK FIC 🔪 (NONCON)}

“While I appreciate the compliment, sweetheart. You should be more concerned for your sweet partner's safety. Don’t you think? Not as good at assessing as you thought, detective.”

“DON’T TOUCH HER!” You scream and your voice cracks, hoarse already, dry and bloody deep inside of you. And as Agatha smiles, you are sure she’ll spill both of your blood onto this dirty shack floor before the hour is out. 

“You can do better than that, Detective.” The witch tells you condescendingly  

“TAKE ME! DON’T TOUCH HER!”

Agnes now glares at you, harder than she did when you brought her decaf coffee. Her unruly eyebrows furrowed in clear upset for you suggesting such an idiotic idea. 

But it takes Agatha patting Agnes' bare thighs, making her dick slap against her creamy stomach to make your eyes shift to where you were doing your best not to look. 

“Your Superstar can’t even look at you. But don’t worry, O’Connor, I’ll stick with you for now. You taught her, now I’m going to. But you don’t have to worry, you’ll have your cock inside of her soon enough. I wouldn’t deprive any version of myself that.”

Agnes jerks her shoulders to try and dislocate them, but something is stopping her arm from wiggling even a tad, more than regular bindings. 

Agatha takes off her long purple coat, throwing it onto a broken furniture next to you. And she goes to the crumpled heap of your clothes and takes out a Glock. Both you and Agnes watch her carefully, assessing how she holds it, but she tosses it further away and then she opens Agnes’s bag. 

“Oh what do we have here Detective? Lotta evidence here.” Agatha says it like she’s found

Agnes' eyes open wider, and you panic from her face alone.

𝕾𝖙𝖆𝖑𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝕽𝖚𝖑𝖊𝖘 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝕯𝖊𝖙𝖊𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖛𝖊𝖘 🄳🄰🅈 4