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The Weight Of Grief: A Love that Defied Even Death 3 / ?

Pairing: Agatha Harkness x Reader // Agatha x Reader x Rio

Warnings: Heavy Angst, Mentions Of Birth, Flashbacks into the past

Word Count: 1,588

A/N: Here’s the next part & I truly hope you like it, I had to do some slight revision. I’m trying my best to get the past outta the way now so we can get to the plot lmaoooo :)

Taglist: @milflovers4 @brekker157 @loveshineslikethesky

You heard the front door click shut behind her, and for a long time, you didn’t move. It could have been hours, could have been minutes on that your weren’t sure. The weight of her absence settled over the room like a smothering fog, but it was nothing compared to the storm she had left in her wake.

You exhaled sharply, running a hand through your hair before sinking back into the chair. The candle flickered, its flame struggling against an invisible draft, casting long, shifting shadows against the walls.

She was back. After all these years, after all the grief, all the pain—Agatha was back. And she needed you.

You wanted to laugh at the cruel irony of it. How many nights had you spent cursing her name, swearing that if she ever dared show her face again, you’d make her regret it? And yet, when she stood in front of you, stripped of her power, her arrogance, her endless bravado—you couldn’t bring yourself to harm her.

Not because she had nothing. But because, despite it all, she was still Agatha. And because, deep down, you had never truly stopped caring, how could you?

Your fingers twitched against the table, as if they could still feel the ghost of the parchment she had left behind all those years ago. I’m sorry. The words had burned themselves into your memory, had haunted you like an unfinished incantation, a spell never completed. But apologies meant nothing when Nicholas was still gone.

Your chest ached at the thought of him—his laughter, his bright eyes, the way he used to cling to loose strands of your hair and gaze at you in such wonder. And in a single night Agatha had taken that all away, Leaving you with few memories to look back on and a chasm in your heart that may never fully heal.

You took a deep breath, leaning forward to press your forehead into the palms of your hands. Closing your eyes, you allowed the memories to pull you back under once more, not having the strength to fight them off any longer. Not that you ever really could to begin with.

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The wind howled through the forest, rattling the leaves like whispered warnings from the beyond. The night carried a weight, thick and oppressive, as if the very air was aware of the unnatural act taking place beneath the twisted branches.

Agatha lays against the trunk of an ancient tree, her long dark hair plastered to her forehead with sweat. Her violet cloak was bunched around her, dirt smeared across its once-pristine fabric. Her breaths were ragged, her body trembling from the force of labor that threatened to split her apart.

You were beside her, kneeling in the damp earth, your hands glowing with the faint shimmer of magic. You pressed them against her swollen belly rubbing in soft circles, willing the chaotic energy inside to settle, to bring her and your child peace. But even as you whispered soft reassurances, panic gnawed at the edges of your mind. Something was very wrong.“ just hold on my love-” you murmured, your voice tight with fear.

Her fingers curled into the dirt, her nails scraping the earth as another wave of pain wracked her body. “Something’s wrong,” she gasped, voice hoarse from screaming.

This child—was no ordinary birth. He was forged from magic, from love, from a force far beyond mortal comprehension. A gift. A blessing. A curse.

A shadow loomed at the edge of the trees, a presence that sent a shiver down your spine. You lifted your head, heart hammering, and there she stood—Rio Vidal.

She was a vision of celestial elegance, wrapped in the essence of twilight itself. Her deep, haunting eyes held no malice, only the quiet knowing sorrow of something that existed beyond time. In her hand, she cradled a single, small flower—dark as midnight, fragile as the life struggling to be born.

Agatha’s gaze found Rio through the haze of her pain, and her entire body stiffened. A sob tore from her throat. “No,” she whispered, voice cracking. “No. No, please.”

Rio’s expression softened, but her answer was already written in the stars.

“You know I cannot change what must be,” she said. “Balance must be maintained.”

“Please my love…” Agatha wailed, reaching toward her, her fingers shaking. “Don’t take him. Don’t take our son.”

Your heart ached at the desperation in her voice. You clutched her hand tightly, grounding her even as you fought your own terror. Rio took a slow step forward, the flower still clutched delicately between her fingers. “I cannot stop what has already begun,” she murmured. “But I can give you time.”

Not forever. Not safety.

Just time.

And then she was gone.

Agatha’s scream of pain shattered the night, and you turned back to her just as her body convulsed. You braced her as best you could, whispering frantic incantations to ease her suffering. And then, with one final push, the air around you hummed with ancient power. A baby’s wail pierced the silence. Small. Frail. But thankfully alive.

You let out a shaking breath, cradling the child in your arms as Agatha sagged against the tree, her body spent. She was trembling, her eyes wild as she reached for the babe.

A child of love, of the impossible. But the balance was already shifting. And no matter how tightly you held him, your time was already running out.

The shadows had begun to consume Agatha long before she disappeared from your life. You knew she was trying to put on a collected front , yet you saw it in the way she paced within your hidden sanctuary. The way she flinched at every sound, the way her magic grew darker, sharper, murderous. It was as if, piece by piece, she was slipping away, being swallowed by her own paranoia.

She hovered over Nicholas like a specter, never letting him out of her sight, barely allowing you to hold him without watching over your shoulder.

“Agatha, please,” you had begged one night, reaching for her. “You’re spiraling my love….” But she had pulled away, her eyes dark and somber. “You don’t understand,” she had whispered. “She will come. And I cannot—will not—let her take him.”

You didn’t know this would be last night you would be seeing Agatha for the impending future, or that you’d never have the chance to hold your son in your arms again. Maybe if you did you could have convinced her to stay…..to fight with you.

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You furiously rubbed your eyes, fresh tears streaking down your cheeks. An unbearable weight felt like it was crushing your chest as you thought back to just how little time you had stolen away from you, before she abandoned you to wonder if she was even still alive.

You were still just so angry at her, still so hurt she would cast you aside without a second thought to the repercussions. As you sat there contemplating your next move from here, your fingers dug into the fabric of your sleeves, knuckles blanching under the pressure.

The air in the room felt too thick, suffocating, pressing in on you as if the walls themselves were collapsing under the weight of what had happened. She was here. After all this time, after all these years of silence—she had the audacity to show up at your doorstep as if the world hadn’t shattered in her absence. As if her departure hadn’t left a wound that never truly closed.

And yet, despite the anger thrumming through your veins, despite the betrayal you still carried like an iron weight in your chest, you hated that some part of you had wanted to pull her close instead of pushing her away. Hated that you had spent years convincing yourself you wouldn’t care if she ever came back, only to find your composure unraveling the second she stood before you.

You let out a sharp, unsteady breath, pressing the heels of your hands against your eyes as if that would somehow stop the flood of emotions threatening to consume you. You couldn’t sit here, drowning in this. Not now.

Your gaze flickered toward the window, the night stretching slowly into a new dawn beyond the glass. You didn’t realize just how long you’d sat here contemplating.

You could still feel the echo of her presence, could still hear the way she said your name like it had been a lifeline on her tongue. You needed answers.

Before you could talk yourself out of it, you pushed yourself up from the chair, grabbing your coat and shoving open the door. The cool night air hit your face like a shock to the system, but it did little to clear your head.

Your feet carried you to your car, driving down the empty streets, past the dimly lit storefronts and flickering neon signs, moving on instinct alone.

Because no matter how much you wanted to deny it, no matter how much you wanted to bury the past where it belonged, you knew exactly where you were going. And whether it was coincidence or something else entirely, you knew exactly where you were going to find her.

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The Weight Of Grief: The Ghosts We Carry 2 / ?

Pairing: Agatha Harkness x Reader // Agatha x Reader x Rio

Warnings: Heavy Angst, Flashbacks into the past

Word count: 1,537

A/N: Alrty here’s the next part for those who are interested!! I truly hope you like it & if you do, don’t be afraid to like & reblog!!! :)

Taglist: @milflovers4 @brekker157 @loveshineslikethesky

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Grief is a specter that never truly leaves. You have carried it for years and now, as Agatha stands before you—stripped of power, desperate and hollow you feel it rise again, curling like smoke in your lungs.

The answer doesn’t matter. Not when she’s standing here now. You shouldn’t let her in, But despite everything, despite the anger that still burns in your veins, you step aside.

Agatha exhales shakily as she crosses the threshold. She looks like she expected to be shut out, and you hate that some part of you still cares enough to let her in.

The door clicks shut behind you, sealing you in together for the first time in years. The silence that follows is suffocating. You silently led her into the kitchen, taking a seat at the small breakfast table that sat beneath the casement window.

She doesn’t speak right away, Maybe she knows there are no words that could ever be enough. Maybe she’s waiting for you to decide whether she’s worth hearing at all.

Silence sat heavy between you and Agatha, thick and suffocating like a dense fog rolling in off the sea. The flickering candlelight cast shifting shadows across her face, sharpening the exhaustion in her features, the way her lips pressed together as if she were physically holding back words.

You should have thrown her out the moment you saw her standing on your doorstep. You should have slammed the door and sealed it with every spell you knew, ensuring she could never set foot near you again. But you didn’t, You let her in, let her speak, let her dig her claws into wounds that had barely begun to scar over.

Now, you sat across from her, arms crossed tightly over your chest, as if that could protect you from whatever she would say next.

Agatha’s fingers tapped idly against the wood table, her nails clicking against the surface in a slow, methodical rhythm. It was an old nervous habit of hers, one you used to tease her about, one you hadn’t seen in years.

“I suppose you want me to apologize-” she finally said breaking the silence, her voice level but edged with something unreadable.

You scoffed. “That would be a start.”

A humorless smile tugged at the corner of her lips. “Would it? Or would you still hate me regardless?”

You wanted to tell her you did. That you loathed her, resented her for what she did, for what she took from you. But hate was simple. Hate was easy. And what you felt for Agatha Harkness had never been easy.

So instead, you said “I don’t hate you, Agatha. But I sure as hell don’t forgive you.” Her expression flickered, just for a second before the mask slipped back into place. “Fair enough.”

Silence stretched again. It should have been unbearable, should have had you clawing for an escape, but instead, it felt like an old companion, one you and Agatha had long since grown accustomed to.

You sighed, rubbing a hand over your face. “Why are you here?”

Agatha exhaled sharply, leaning back in her chair. “Because I need you.”

You let out a bitter laugh, shaking your head. “Of course you do.”

“I lost everything.” Her voice was quiet now, stripped of its usual bravado. “My magic, my power. I have nothing.”

Your gaze snapped back to her. “And that’s supposed to make me feel sorry for you?”

“No,” Agatha admitted. “But it’s the truth.”

You stood abruptly, chair scraping against the floor as you pushed it back. “You don’t get to show up here and act like you’re the victim.”

“I never said I was.”

“Then what the fuck do you want from me Agatha-” you huffed growing increasingly more frustrated

Agatha’s lips parted, but whatever response she had died on her tongue. Her gaze flickered downward fingers curling into fists on the table.

She was scared.

Agatha Harkness, the most powerful witch you had ever known, was scared. You swallowed hard, a wave of exhaustion washing over you. “I can’t do this right now.”

Agatha’s jaw clenched. “Then when?”

When? As if time could ever make this easier. As if a century could pass and the thought of her leaving you, of taking Nicholas away, would ever stop feeling like a fresh gaping wound.

Your breath hitched.

Nicky-

You closed your eyes, but it was too late. The memory came crashing down on you like a tidal wave, drowning you before you could even think to fight it off.

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The night had been quiet in a way that felt almost sacred. Agatha layed beside you her body curled into yours, listening to the steady rhythm of your heartbeat.

She had always been restless, always planning, always calculating. But here, in these moments with you, she was simply Agatha. No scheming, no fear. Just love.

And that was the problem, Because love was a weakness. Love was a vulnerability. Love was what would break her.

She had tried to ignore it, tried to push it down, to pretend that this wasn’t the only place in the world where she felt safe. But as she traced the lines of your face with her gaze, she knew this—this was the last time.

Agatha swallowed the lump in her throat. They couldn’t stay. She had made up her mind days ago, but the resolve she thought she had hardened within herself was crumbling as she watched you sleep.

Carefully she shifted, sitting up just enough to hover over you. You looked so peaceful like this, lost in dreams. She wondered what you were dreaming of, Would you dream of her even after she was gone?

Her hand trembled as she reached out, fingertips ghosting over your cheek. A silent apology. A stolen moment she had no right to take.

Leaning down, she pressed a lingering kiss to your forehead, her lips brushing against your skin like a whisper. “I’m sorry-” she breathed, so quietly it was almost lost to the night.

You stirred slightly but did not wake. Good, It was better this way. Agatha pulled back, hesitating one last time before forcing herself to stand. She didn’t look back as she crossed the room collecting your small sleeping son from his cradle. Breaking the protective wards she silently slipped into the night, tears streaming down her cheeks.

It had been late—early morning, perhaps when you stirred in bed, the space beside you cold and empty.

For a moment in that haze between sleep and wakefulness, you thought nothing of it. Agatha had a habit of getting up in the middle of the night, unable to sleep for long stretches. You would usually find her by the window or pacing near the fireplace lost in thought.

But as your fingers brushed against the sheets where she should have been, unease settled in your gut. You sat up slowly, the room dark except for the faint glow of embers in the hearth. “Agatha?”

No answer.

Swinging your legs over the side of the bed, you rubbed the sleep from your eyes before standing. A chill ran down your spine as you moved through the house searching. The moment you reached the doorway, you knew something was wrong.

The air felt different—too still, too empty.

And then you saw it.

The chair near the bed, the one Agatha always curled up in when she couldn’t sleep was pulled out slightly as if someone had sat there not long ago. Nicky’s small wooden cradle sat empty right beside it, A piece of parchment resting on atop the woolen blankets.

Dread coiled tight in your chest as you reached for it, fingers trembling as they unfolded the note. The words were few, written in a hurried scrawl you knew all too well.

I’m sorry.

Your breath caught, your eyes scanning over the words again and again as if reading them enough times would change what they meant.

No.

No, no, no—

You stumbled backward, the note slipping from your fingers. Your mind screamed for you to move, to do something, to chase after her. But your body was frozen, rooted to the spot as the weight of what she had done settled over you like a crushing force.

She was gone.

She had taken Nicholas.

And she hadn’t even said goodbye.

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Your hands were clenched so tightly that your nails dug into your palms, the phantom ache of that night still fresh despite the years that had passed. Agatha was watching you, her expression unreadable. But she didn’t need to say anything. She knew. She always knew.

You swallowed against the lump in your throat. “You should go.”

She hesitated, just for a second, before pushing back her chair and standing. She didn’t argue, didn’t plead. She simply nodded, turning toward the door but before she could leave, you found yourself speaking.

“Was it worth it?”

Agatha stopped.

“Running,” you continued, voice hoarse. “Did it change anything?”

Slowly, she turned back to you. And for the first time since she had shown up at your doorstep, her mask slipped entirely.

Her eyes, always sharp and guarded, were glassy now, filled with something raw and unspoken.

“No,” she admitted, voice barely above a whisper. “It didn’t.”

And with that, she was gone. At least for now…………

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The Weight Of Grief 1 / ?

Pairing: Agatha Harkness x Reader // Agatha x Reader x Rio

Warnings: Slight Angst / Violence

Summary:

Centuries ago, Agatha Harkness was condemned by her own coven for entangling herself with the dark arts, yet when they tried to execute her she turned their magic against them, draining them of their power and leaving nothing but hollowed husks & ashes in her wake. In the aftermath of Salem, she found solace in an unlikely love, forging an unbreakable bond with the Reader and later with the cosmic enigma herself, Rio Vidal. Their passion burned bright, but fate is rarely kind to those who defy its balance.

When Nicholas Scratch was born, he was not just your son but a child of magic, a gift from Rio—one that came at an unforeseen cost. Fearful of the price that would one day be demanded, Agatha ran taking Nicholas with her in a desperate attempt to keep him safe. But no amount of magic, no amount of hiding could change what had already been decided.

Years later, Agatha stands on your doorstep, stripped of her power and seeking aid. But the wounds of betrayal are not so easily mended and the weight of grief is not so easily forgotten. How dare she return now, after all this time—after leaving you to grieve alone. Love, loss, and the cruel hands of fate weave their story together once more, But some wounds do not heal without a price.

A/N: I’ve been toying around with my story trying to perfect it but I honestly think that the writing anxiety may never leave so I’m gonna post and hope for the best lmaoo. I have the summary here & as much as the first I’ll say 1000 words, just to get a feel for the vibe im reaching for. It is an ongoing story, currently sitting at like 4000 words right now and I have a lot more to cover so I may just post it in parts if anyone ends up interested, right now i’m just trying to cover ground to get us into present day 🤷🏾‍♀️

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Prologue:

The past has a cruel way of refusing to stay buried.

You never thought you’d see her again. Not after everything. Not after the night she disappeared, your son clutched tightly in her arms, leaving nothing behind but the ghosts of what could have been

Yet here she stands.

Agatha Harkness.

Her name alone is enough to stir something violent in you. Fury, sorrow, longing—they tangle together in your chest, an unbearable weight pressing against your ribs. You grip the doorframe, knuckles white, grounding yourself against the storm raging inside.

She looks different. The Agatha you remember carried herself with unshakable confidence, a woman of wit and wickedness, always two steps ahead of everyone else. But now… now she stands before you stripped bare, her once-powerful presence reduced to something raw and vulnerable. The sharp lines of her face are worn with exhaustion, her usually effortless smirk absent. And her eyes—those piercing, cunning eyes—are filled with something you never thought you’d see from her.

Desperation.

“Hello, darling.” Her voice is rough, as if the words scrape against her throat. A feeble attempt at familiarity, but the term of endearment is a knife twisting in your gut. Your body moves before your mind catches up. The slap echoes in the still night air, your palm stinging from the force of it. Agatha barely flinches. If anything, she looks as though she expected it.

“How dare you,” you breathe, your voice shaking. Not with fear, but with rage. With grief. “How dare you show your face here.”

Agatha exhales slowly, a ghost of a smile on her lips—humorless, self-deprecating. “I suppose I deserve that.”

You scoff, stepping back, gripping the door as if it’s the only thing keeping you from crumbling. “You deserve a hell of a lot worse.”

A gust of wind rustles through the trees, and for a moment, silence stretches between you. Heavy. Suffocating. Agatha glances past you, as if trying to peer inside, but you move to block her view.

“There’s nothing for you here,” you say coldly.

She hesitates, her throat bobbing as she swallows whatever words she wants to say. “I wouldn’t have come if I had any other choice.” You laugh, but there’s no humor in it. “Of course. Agatha Harkness, only ever looking out for herself.”

Her jaw tightens, and for the first time since she arrived, something sharp flickers in her gaze. “That’s not fair.”

“Not fair?” The words taste bitter on your tongue. “You ran, Agatha. You didn’t even give me a chance to—” Your voice catches, a lump forming in your throat. You force yourself to swallow it down. “You left me.” Agatha flinches. It’s small, barely perceptible, but you see it.

“I thought I was protecting him,” she says quietly. “I thought—” She exhales sharply, pressing a hand to her forehead. “I thought if I could just keep him away, keep him safe, maybe…”

“Maybe you could cheat fate?” you finish for her, the words laced with venom.

She doesn’t answer. She doesn’t have to. You both know the truth.

Your fingers dig into the doorframe, your breath unsteady. You don’t want to do this. You don’t want to feel this—this unbearable ache in your chest, this longing for something that can never be undone.

Agatha steps forward, cautiously, as if afraid you’ll lash out again. “I know I don’t deserve your forgiveness.” Her voice is barely above a whisper. “But I need your help.”

You let out a slow, measured breath, staring at the woman who once held your heart in her hands—who crushed it just as easily. “Give me one good reason-” you say, voice hollow “-why I shouldn’t slam this door in your face.”

Agatha meets your gaze, and for the first time since she arrived, her walls crumble completely. “Because I have nothing left.”

Damn her—damn her for making you care, even after everything.

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People just watching the movie for the first time: Glinda and Elphie are so gay for each other

Long time fans of wicked: Glinda and Elphie are so gay for each other

The actors who have played Glinda or Elphaba: Glinda and Elphie are so gay for each other

Ariana Grande and Cynthia Erivo specifically: Glinda and Elphie are so gay for each other

Gregory Maguire himself: Glinda and Elphie are so gay for each other

Every person ever to work on Wicked book movie or musical: Glinda and Elphie are so gay for each other

Some people who are very in denial: they’re friendship is so straight and pure

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guilty as sin (possessive agatha x reader)

W4NDALOVER'S KINKMAS | 2024

dec 8: guilty as sin (possessive agatha x reader)

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KINKMAS MASTERLIST | 2024

summary: When your girlfriend Wanda leaves you for someone else, Agatha makes sure she claims you now before she loses the chance, and she was going to make sure Wanda knew who you belonged to now.

warnings: 18+, SMUT MDNI, possessive toxic agatha, fingering, oral sex, strap use, sex tape, dirty talk, body writing

guilty as sin.

"Tell me how much you hate her. Tell me how much better I make you feel. Go on, I want to hear it." Agatha growled above you and you gulped loudly, your eyes shutting and praying she didn’t hear it, but she did by the look of the smirk on her face. You had no idea how you’d gotten yourself into this position. One moment you were crying into Agatha’s arms because Wanda had left you for someone else, and now you were lying naked on Agatha Harkness’ bed, her fingers traced your body, her words prying your mouth open and you really would say anything she wanted you to. 

“I hate her, you make me feel so much better than she ever did.” You stutter, your voice low and shaky from the small and shallow touches that Agatha was gifting you. Each time her fingers brushed past your painfully erect nipples, your hips raised in desperation. Even though deep down you hated saying these things about your ex girlfriend, right now, this is exactly what you needed. 

“That's a good girl,” Agatha smiled, this time her fingers lingered longer on your nipples, rolling them between her fingers, giving them a slight tug which made your skin burn and you couldn’t help but another countless moan slipping past your trembling lips, "Every time she fucked you, you thought about me didn’t you? Say it.” 

“Every time she fucked me I wished it was you Agatha.” You whine as she dips her head down, clasping your left nipple between her lips, her tongue swirling wet circles around your hardened nub, her teeth grazing lightly against them before she dug them into the sides of your nipples just enough to make you yelp. She let you go with a small pop. 

“Tell me more.” She grins devilishly, switching to your right nipple, her tongue repeating the exact same routine as if she’d rehearsed it. 

“Every time her fingers were inside of me I would shut my eyes and imagine they were yours.” You begin, but the sharp bite that she took into your nipple urged you to go on, “Every time she fucked me with her strap I’d take it on my front so I could picture you behind me.” With that one she groaned against your nipple, the sudden vibrations making your back arch. You weren’t exactly lying either, they’d been quite a few times that you’d seduced Wanda into touching you so you could close your eyes and imagine that it was Agatha making you feel like that. You’d always fantasised about your neighbour like that ever since you met her, but you never thought it would be reciprocated like this. 

“Fuck you’ve always been mine,” Agatha basically spits at you, finally releasing your nipple from her teeth and kissing all the way up your throat, leaving harsh marks against your skin, her tongue soothing the burn with every one she made. She wanted to make sure you had marks that lasted for days, so every time you’d look in the mirror you’d be reminded of who owned you, and every time someone else looked at you, they’d know that you belonged to her. "That whore didn’t deserve to touch you. She didn’t know what to do with you. I’ll make you forget her, and when I’m done, you won’t even remember her fucking name."

You felt a primal desperation take over your body, the arousal between your thighs growing as she whispered everything in your ear, her thigh slotting between your legs and pushing up into you, making you whimper against her lips. Agatha had the same smile plastered on her face as you begin to grind down on her, frustrated and desperate for any type of friction you could get. Before you got too far into it, Agatha stilled your hips with her strong grip, “She might have made you work for it, but I’m going to take you over the edge over and over again until you forget her, do you understand, you’re not to do anything unless I ask.” She commanded, saying the entire thing with your jaw stuck between her hand, punctuating her words by pushing her thigh harder into your cunt. 

“I understand Agatha, I want you to do everything you want to me, I’m just here to take it.” That was the best thing you could’ve said and you were rewarded almost immediately, her hands ghosting your clit as she gathered your arousal between her fingertips. You were soaked, your arousal basically dripping out of you, but Agatha continued to spread it throughout your folds before finding you clit and pinching it gently. You try to escape from the feeling, but before you can she starts flicking her finger back and forth over your nub. The intensity of the feeling was unlike anything you’d ever felt before. 

She wasn’t aiming to take this slow, she wanted to prove to you that no one could make you feel the way she could, she was trying to claim you, and you couldn’t even lie to yourself as your body was already teetering on the edge of something, it was working. "Look at you, dripping and shaking for me. Bet you never got like this for her, did you? Fucking say it." She growled as she started to use her thumb to draw tight circles around your clit, her other finger teasing your entrance. 

“I’ve never been this desperate for anyone but you Agatha.” You admit, and with that her entire finger slipped easily inside of you, there was no resistance and Agatha knew there wouldn’t be. You were shaking for her, your entire body twitching as she started to thrust her finger into you, her thumb keeping the same fast pace against your clit. 

“You’re getting close already aren’t you?” Agatha questioned, but she didn’t need an answer as all the hairs on your body stuck up, your thighs squirming and your hips bucking upwards to meet every deep thrust that Agatha was pounding into you. “Come for me, say my name.” 

You do as she asks, her name tumbling from your lips as her fingers curled upwards, hitting your spot every single time, the circles on your clit adding to the sensation as you felt every muscle tense before the pleasure soared through your body, your breathing heavy as your hair fell splayed across the pillows, sweat slicked down your face from how quickly she’d managed to bring you over the edge. 

You looked at her in awe as she smiled at your flushed cheeks before she let her tongue swipe your arousal from her fingers, taking the entire length of her digits into her mouth and groaning at the taste of you. “Fuck you even taste like you’re mine,” She grunts, sighing at the taste before slapping your thigh as you tried to close them, your cunt sensitive, but she wasn’t stopping there. 

She positioned herself between your spread thighs, her nails digging into your skin before her lips fell against you, suckling small marks into your legs, each one making you tremble and yelp before she moved onto the next, switching thighs between each one. 

She pressed another kiss to your inner thigh, her teeth grazing just enough to make you gasp. Her hands tightened, her nails digging into your skin as she held you in place. "No one else will ever get this, you understand me? No one else will ever touch you, hear you, or taste you the way I will." Her eyes flicked up to yours, dark and hungry, her lips curling into a wicked smirk. "Now be a good girl, and let me take what’s mine.”

She grabs the underneath of your thighs, pulling your body to her, your cunt falling beneath her tongue and you moan almost pornographically at the feeling of her warmth around you. She leaned back to spit against you and you whined at the feeling, every noise you made spurring her on even more. 

She started with wide licks against you, exploring your folds with her tongue, dipping it into your entrance and enjoying the way you clenched around her muscle before she started slipping it in and out, tracing the outline of your entrance, making your clit ache to be touched. It doesn’t take long before her tongue is on your clit, flicking the hardened tip against your nub, back and forth until you are writhing underneath her, her grip on your thighs only getting stronger, keeping your legs spread wide for her. 

She can already feel you shaking again, she could almost laugh at how easy you were and how anyone would ever struggle to make you feel like this considering how simple you were to please. Agatha was putting in little effort and getting the best results, and you could even feel how pathetic you were, knowing the potential of the woman who’s mouth had started sucking against your clit. As soon as her teeth experimentally grazed your swollen nub, she could feel you trembling beneath her, knowing that you were once again on the edge, she knew with a few more flicks of her tongue you’d be calling out her name again. 

Agatha usually enjoyed drawing out her partners orgasms, not letting them get their pleasure until she was ready to give it to you, but the way your body seemed to be magnetically drawn to her body, you couldn’t deny you any inch of pleasure, she just wanted to see and hear you come undone over and over again. So she did just that, with a few more flicks of her tongue and you called out her name without even being asked, and Agatha could’ve devoured you there and then just at the sound of her name falling from your pursed lips. 

She pulled away from you once you’d stopped grinding your hips against her tongue, kissing her way back up your thighs, her fingers brushing the marks that she’d left earlier, finishing with a gentle kiss on your knee. The room was still heavy with the scent of sex, the sheets twisted around your trembling body as you tried to catch your breath. Your skin was slick with sweat, flushed and marked from her hands and mouth. Agatha sat up beside you, a satisfied smirk curling her lips as she reached for the bedside table.

“Did she ever make you cum like this? Or did you have to fake it just to stroke her pathetic little ego?" Agatha smirked as your breath finally caught up with you. 

“She could’ve never made me feel like this, I only respond to you.” You say, submitting yourself to the possessiveness that Agatha was enduring on you, wanting nothing but to please her, give her everything she wants to hear. Despite the performance of your words, you couldn’t help but feel that everything you was saying was true, even Wanda had never made you feel like this and you thought she was the best you could get. 

You watched her through half-lidded eyes, your body too spent to move as she picked up a black Sharpie. The cap came off with a sharp click, the sound cutting through the quiet, and you blinked in confusion.

“Agatha, what are you?”

Her cool, sharp gaze pinned you in place. “Hush,” she said, her tone soft but commanding. “Be still.”

She climbed over you, her thighs straddling yours, the sharpie poised in her hand. Her smile was wicked now, dark amusement flashing in her eyes. Slowly, deliberately, she lowered the tip of the marker to your skin, just above the curve of your upper thigh.

The first stroke sent a shiver through you, its cool, firm pressure was nothing compared to the lingering heat she’d left behind on your body. You couldn’t see what she was writing, but the deliberate way her hand moved made your heart race.

When she finally leaned back to admire her work, her grin widened. “Perfect,” she purred.

You craned your neck, and your breath caught when you saw the word scrawled across your skin in bold, dark letters: Mine.

“Agatha-”

She pressed her thumb against the fresh ink, smudging it slightly, as if to prove it belonged there. “That’s right,” she murmured, her voice low and possessive. “You’re mine. And now everyone will know.”

Her fingers traced the letters, her touch firm and proprietary. Then she capped the Sharpie and set it aside, leaning down to press her lips to the mark. The contrast of her warm breath against the cool ink made you shiver again.

“Every time you see this,” she whispered against your skin, “you’ll remember who owns you. And if anyone dares to touch you, I’ll make sure they know it too.”

Her eyes flicked up to yours, daring and triumphant. “You’ll keep it there, won’t you?”

You nodded, breathless, her dominance leaving you no room to argue. Agatha’s smirk deepened as she trailed a finger over the word one last time before she leaned in, capturing your lips in a possessive, claiming kiss. “I need to do one more thing, and then you’re mine forever.” To your dismay, she lifted herself off of your body, reaching for the drawer and pulling out her strap, stepping into the harness and tightening the buckles around your waist. You always used to giggle at how Wanda looked when she put one on, but Agatha looked so powerful with a cock attached to her waist and you felt your mouth go dry and your sensitive cunt pulsate just looking at her. 

"You’re a mess for me, sweetheart. Bet she never even saw this side of you, did she?” She says with widened eyes as she parts your legs again, you shook your head, words unable to form in the dryness of your mouth. “Too bad, she didn’t deserve it anyway." She brushed your clit with the back of her hand and you winced at the feeling, you were too sensitive but you didn’t want to let her down. “Just give me one more, It’ll be worth it.” You nod, gritting your teeth through the pain. 

She goes easy on you, spitting into her hand and rubbing it up and down her silicone shaft, the pure sight of it making your back arch up towards her. You look down to look at the word she’d written on your body and it made all the pain go away, you couldn’t deny her another orgasm, the way she was looking at you hungrily, you wanted to give her another one and everything your body could possibly hand to her. “That's a good girl, my good girl.” She growls as she pushes the head past your entrance, her hand reaching down to stretch you out manually, watching as you clench around her.      

"Look at you," Agatha murmured, her voice low and dripping with satisfaction as her hands gripped your hips, holding you exactly where she wanted you. Her eyes roamed your body hungrily, lingering on every flushed, trembling inch. She pushed the entire length of her cock inside of you and you almost scream at the stretch, and how quickly she starts to thrust into you "So fucking perfect. Do you even realize what you do to me?"

She leaned closer, her lips brushing over your ear as her nails dug into your skin just enough to make you gasp. "You feel so good, taking me like this, so tight it’s like your body was made for me. Do you know how insane that makes me?"

Her hips shifted, and she groaned, low and guttural, the sound vibrating through you. "You take me so well, squeezing me like you never want me to leave. And trust me, sweetheart, I’m not going anywhere. You’re mine. This-" her hand snakes to rub your clit as she pounds into you"-is mine."

Her voice dipped further, almost a growl now as she whispered, "No one will ever get to see you like this, hear the sounds you make, or feel just how fucking tight you are. No one but me." You hadn’t stopped nodding since she started pounding into you, your hands falling above your head on your own accord, a move that made Agatha groan and thrust harder into you.

You lay trembling beneath Agatha, your skin marked with the evidence of her dominance, your breath uneven as she dragged every ounce of control from you. Her pace was quick, torturous, her movements calculated to draw out your every sound. “Say my name,” she murmured, her voice a soft growl as her lips brushed against your ear. “I want to hear you.”

You whimpered, too lost in the haze of sensation to respond. Her rhythm faltered for the briefest moment, and when you opened your eyes, you noticed the faint glow of her phone reflecting in the dim light. It was trained on you, capturing every tremor, every flushed inch of your skin.

“Agatha” you whispered, the realization sparking something inside you, a mix of embarrassment and undeniable arousal.

Her smirk widened, the tip of her tongue dragging across her bottom lip as she caught your gaze. “Good girl,” she purred. “You’re so fucking beautiful like this, taking all of me.”

She shifted slightly, her free hand coming up to brush against your lips. “Open,” she commanded softly, her tone leaving no room for disobedience.

Your lips parted instinctively, and she slid two fingers into your mouth, pressing them down against your tongue. “That’s it,” she cooed, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “Suck.”

You obeyed, your tongue swirling over her fingers as her eyes darkened, the camera steady in her other hand. “That’s my girl,” she murmured, her voice low and hungry. “You’re so eager, so desperate to be good for me. And you are, sweetheart. So fucking good.”

Her fingers slipped free from your mouth, a string of saliva connecting them as she trailed them down your chin and lower. “Now,” she whispered, her smirk growing darker as she adjusted the phone to catch your face and body in full. “Say my name again. Louder this time. Let her know exactly who owns you.”

Her breath hitched audibly, her grip on your thigh tightening as you put on more of a show for her, rolling your hips against her and meeting her rhythm with an intoxicating need. “Fuck,” she hissed, the camera tilting slightly as if even she was struggling to keep steady. Her rhythm quickened, her movements driving you to the edge as you moaned her name, louder, more broken than before. You writhed beneath her, arching into her touch, every part of you consumed by her dominance.

Her eyes flicked up from the screen, her lips curling into a wicked grin as she adjusted her grip on the phone, ensuring the camera caught every angle. “Attagirl,” she growled, her pace quickening as she pushed you closer to the edge. “Let her see exactly what she lost, how perfect you look, how fucking perfect you feel.”

The words pushed you over the edge, your cries echoing in the room as your body arched beneath her. Agatha didn’t stop, her rhythm unwavering as she drew out every ounce of pleasure. When you finally shattered, crying out her name with abandon, the camera caught every second, the tremor in your voice, the arch of your body, the raw ecstasy she’d pulled from you. She didn’t stop until you were spent, trembling and gasping for breath. Only then did she set the phone down, her smirk deepening as she admired the recording.

“I’ll send it to her now. Let her see what she’ll never touch again.” She sat back, her fingers trailing possessively over the marks she’d left on your skin. “You look so good like this. Wrecked. Ruined. And all mine.”

The faint chime of a message sent filled the room, breaking the charged silence. Agatha set the phone down on the nightstand, her smirk never leaving her lips as her fingers trailed lazily over your flushed, trembling body. “She’ll see this.” Agatha murmured, her tone quiet but sharp, like a blade pressing just close enough to break skin. Her hand gripped your chin, tilting your face so your eyes met hers. “She’ll see exactly what she’ll never have again. What was never hers to begin with.”

Your breath hitched, the weight of her gaze pinning you down as much as her hands had moments ago. Agatha’s thumb brushed over your swollen lips, her touch firm and possessive, everything about her was so magnetic. 

“And you” she whispered, leaning down to your ear, her voice low and deliberate, “you’re going to remember this every time you think about her. Every time her name crosses your mind, you’ll remember how you screamed mine.”

Her lips ghosted over yours, her smile dark and satisfied as she whispered one final command. “Now, be good for me and forget she ever existed.”

[masorciereviolette]

doomed yuri doodle

[masorciereviolette]

I would like to reiterate this ONCE AGAIN because I’ve gotten three messages so far. This is not me bashing anybody or the creations that they’ve decided to share with our community. This is just me saying overall that I don’t think it would hurt to be a little bit more mindful especially when publishing under agatha x reader for example. When I’m reading these stories I want to insert myself into it, I want to feel like I’m actually there imagine the situations and scenarios going on around me. It’s hard to do that when the concentration is continuously broken by detailed descriptions that don’t match you. This is also not me saying that because of this I have a refrained from reading anything that has certain descriptions. That’s not true at all, I’ve been up and down Tumblr reading any and everything published under all of these tags.Frankly I’m a slut for the whole coven ✋🏽😭. I greatly appreciate, respect and love a lot of the works that have been shared with us. This is honestly just an opinion of mine that I thought would be safe to share in a public space.

I’m loving the overall creative expression that has come from these fics and the global obsession that seems to follow Agatha Harkness & all the amazing witches from her coven, yet if I was being completely honest though, I really wish y’all would keep in mind that not all of us are blonde haired, blue eyed, “porcelain skin” girls. Some of us are apart of different communities and cultures that look nothing like what’s usually described as the reader to look like. it can be quite distracting and if I’m being honest quite dejecting when most of the stories use that specific set to describe the reader when that’s not what i look like at all. Not just me I’m sure there’s others…..idk if I’m being overly critical or sensitive but It would just be nice to read about someone who looks like me.

This is not me bashing the current releases either, I think all authors on here are doing absolutely phenomenal and i love reading everything you all decide to share with the community. I just wish people thought about the minority perspective sometimes. ONCE AGAIN YOU ARE ALL FANTASTIC AND THANK YOU FOR YOUR AMAZING WORK!!!❤️❤️❤️❤️

[masorciereviolette]

I’m loving the overall creative expression that has come from these fics and the global obsession that seems to follow Agatha Harkness & all the amazing witches from her coven, yet if I was being completely honest though, I really wish y’all would keep in mind that not all of us are blonde haired, blue eyed, “porcelain skin” girls. Some of us are apart of different communities and cultures that look nothing like what’s usually described as the reader to look like. it can be quite distracting and if I’m being honest quite dejecting when most of the stories use that specific set to describe the reader when that’s not what i look like at all. Not just me I’m sure there’s others…..idk if I’m being overly critical or sensitive but It would just be nice to read about someone who looks like me.

This is not me bashing the current releases either, I think all authors on here are doing absolutely phenomenal and i love reading everything you all decide to share with the community. I just wish people thought about the minority perspective sometimes. ONCE AGAIN YOU ARE ALL FANTASTIC AND THANK YOU FOR YOUR AMAZING WORK!!!❤️❤️❤️❤️