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masorciereviolette · 2 days ago

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An Unexpected Bonding Ch.3

Pairing: Agatha Harkness x Reader

Warnings: Slight violence

Word Count: 1,102

AN: Constructive criticism always welcomed

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The following days were filled with a soft contentment, you both had yet to discuss the kiss or what it could possibly mean for the both of you, but the longer you were around each other the less you believed that you needed to. Though words unspoken you could feel her affection through the bond, timid yet vibrant and you would be a fool to say it was not returned.

It was another quiet evening and the sun was finally beginning to set. The both of you had been traveling through the woods together looking for a safe place to set up camp when the attack came—a group of witch hunters, armed with enchanted weapons had been unknowingly tracking you both. Their hatred of her power driving them to ruthless extremes as they chased and cursed at you all the way into a neighboring village

The fight was brutal to say the least. Agatha’s magic flared wildly, each blast of energy stronger than the last. But with every attack she deflected, you could see the strain in her eyes.

The village lays in ruins. Flames licked at the thatched rooftops sending thick smoke curling into the night sky. Agatha stood in the center of it all, her hands trembling as the magic roared inside her, threatening to break free. The witch hunters had been relentless, forcing her to defend herself. But even now, with their weapons shattered and their numbers dwindling, the magic refused to quiet.

You stood a few feet behind her, watching her warily. You could feel the storm brewing inside her, the chaotic swirl of power that she couldn’t suppress. It called to you through the bond, wild and desperate, and you knew she was moments away from losing control.

“Agatha,” you said gently, stepping toward her hands raised. “It’s over. You don’t have to fight anymore.”

Her head snapped toward you, her violet eyes glowing with barely contained energy. “Stay back,” she hissed, her voice ragged. “I can’t— I don’t know how to stop it.”

“You don’t have to do it alone,” you said, your voice steady despite the fear clawing at your chest.

“I. Will. Hurt. You.” she shouted, her hands clenching into fists. The air around her crackled with raw power, and the earth beneath her feet began to smolder.

“I trust you,” you said, taking another step closer.

“Don’t!” she cried, tears streaming down her face. “You don’t understand—I can’t control it! If you come any closer, I’ll kill you too!”

You paused, your heart aching at the sight of her. She was terrified, not of you, but of herself. Of what she might do to you if you got too close.

“I’m not afraid of you,” you said softly.

Her laugh was bitter and choked with emotion. “Then you’re a fool.”

“Maybe I am,” you admitted, taking another step forward. “But I’d rather be a fool than lose you.”

Her magic surged, the energy around her spiraling into a vortex of light and shadow. “Stop!” she begged, her voice breaking. “Please, just stay away!”

But you didn’t. You closed the distance between you, reaching out to touch her hand. The moment your fingers brushed hers, the bond flared to life, a golden thread of connection weaving between you.

“Agatha,” you said, your voice calm and unwavering. “Look at me.”

She hesitated, her eyes darting to yours. The glow in them flickered, and for a moment, she looked like the frightened, vulnerable woman you had come to love—not the dangerous, unstoppable force she believed herself to be.

“You don’t have to be afraid,” you said. “Not of me. Not of this.”

Her tears fell freely now, her body trembling as she fought to contain the magic threatening to consume her. “I kill everything I touch-” she whispered. “Why won’t you just leave-“

“Because I love you ” you said, the words spilling out before you could stop them. “I love you, Agatha. And I’m not going to let you push me away.”

Her breath hitched, and for a moment, the chaos around her stilled. The glow in her eyes softened, and her grip on your hand tightened.

“I still don’t know what I did deserve you,” she said, her voice barely audible.

“You deserve everything,” you replied.

And then, as if the words unlocked something inside her, she let go. The magic, wild and untamed, surged toward you—but instead of consuming you, it flowed through the bond, dissipating harmlessly into the ether.

Agatha collapsed against you, her body shaking as the last remnants of power faded away. You held her tightly, your arms wrapped around her as if to shield her from the world.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, her voice muffled against your shoulder.

“You don’t have to apologize,” you said, pressing a kiss to her hair. She pulled back slightly, her bright eyes meeting your own. For the first time, she didn’t try to hide the vulnerability in her gaze. “I… I love you too,” she said, her voice trembling but resolute.

You smiled, your heart swelling with warmth. In that moment, it was if the bond between you truly solidified, not just as a connection of magic or emotion, but as a promise—one built on trust and the understanding that neither of you had to face your demons alone.

The streets were eerily quiet after the battle. The charred remains of the witch hunters lay scattered around, a grim reminder of the power Agatha feared so deeply. But in this moment, held tightly in your arms, she wasn’t a force of destruction—she was just a woman, broken and scared, trying to hold on to something real.

The bond between you thrummed gently, like the steady beat of a heart. You could feel her exhaustion, her pain, but also the flicker of something new

“Agatha,” you said softly, your fingers brushing a strand of hair from her face. “We’ll figure this out. Together.”

Her eyes fluttered open, the violet glow dimming to reveal their natural depth. “You make it sound so simple,” she murmured, her voice tinged with both wonder and doubt.

“It’s not,” you admitted. “But you don’t have to do it alone anymore.”

For a moment, she said nothing, her gaze searching yours as if trying to find the lie. When she didn’t, her shoulders relaxed just slightly, and she let out a shaky breath. “You’re either the bravest person I’ve ever met… or the most foolish.”

You smiled gently. “Maybe a bit of both.”

#agatha harkness #agatha harkness x reader #agatha all along #agatha x reader #aaa

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masorciereviolette · 2 days ago

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An Unexpected Bonding Ch.2

Pairing: Agatha Harkness x Reader

Warnings: None yet

Word Count: 1,003

A/N: I wanted to further the story a bit cause I had an idea but I need more plot ground to work with……

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She hadn’t spoken much about her power since that night. It hung between you like an unspoken truth, a dark and dangerous thing she couldn’t fully control. But you didn’t press her. You knew she needed time.

Instead, you offered her small gestures of comfort within the passing weeks together—a quiet presence when her nightmares woke her in the dead of night, a reassuring word when doubt flickered in her eyes. Slowly, she began to let you in.

It wasn’t easy. There were days when she pushed you away, her temper flaring as she lashed out in frustration. “Why do you stay?” she demanded one night, her voice raw with anger. “Why do you keep trying to help me when I’m not worth it?”

“Because I see you,” you replied, your voice steady. “Not the power. Not the fear. You. You’re worth more that you know and I sorry that you weren’t taught that to begin with.”

Her anger dissolved into silence, her gaze dropping to the ground as she struggled to process your words. She didn’t respond, but later that night, when the fire burned low and the world was quiet, she sat closer to you than she ever had before.

It was progress.

But even as Agatha began to willingly trust you, the bond between you continued to deepen, pulling you closer in ways neither of you fully understood. There were moments when her emotions bled into yours so strongly that you couldn’t tell where she ended and you began. And sometimes, when her magic flared uncontrollably, you felt it too—a wild, untamed force that surged through the bond like a living thing.

You knew she was afraid of it. Afraid of what she might do if she lost control. But you weren’t afraid. You trusted her, even if she couldn’t trust herself.

With your encouragement, she began to test its limits, experimenting with small, controlled bursts or illusions. At first, it was difficult—every spell felt like a gamble but you were always there, steady and unyielding, grounding her when the fear threatened to overwhelm her.

One evening, as the two of you practiced in a secluded glade, Agatha managed to channel her magic, eyes sparking vibrantly. The spell a simple mind control on a small bug she’d caught. Her palm glowing a steady and warm violet light, she watched the insect crawl around in aimless patterns before completely stilling. The insect began circling the palm of her hand following the trail of Agatha’s gaze before taking flight to land on her opposite palm to repeat its given instructions

She stared at it, her eyes wide with disbelief. “I… I did it,” she whispered.

“You did,” you said, beaming with pride.

Her gaze flickered to yours, and for the first time in what felt like forever, a genuine smile spread across her face. “It’s because of you- ” she said softly.

“No,” you replied. “It’s because of you. I’m just here to remind you of what you’re capable of”

Her smile faltered slightly, replaced by an expression of vulnerability. She let her palm fall flat against her side, releasing the insect from her mental hold“What if it doesn’t last? Sure I have the semblance of control now but-“

“Then we’ll face it together,” you said firmly. “You’re stronger than you think, Agatha. And I’ll be here every step of the way.”

As Agatha grew more confident in her magic, the trust between you did as well.

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There were moments when the connection felt almost physical, as if your very souls were intertwined. You could sense her emotions with startling clarity, her joy, her fear, her love—and she could now sense yours. It was both exhilarating and terrifying, a reminder of just how deeply you were becoming tied to one another.

One night, as you sat together beneath a canopy of stars, Agatha broke the silence. “This bond-” she said, her voice contemplative. “It’s unlike anything I’ve ever seen. There was no craft work, no incantation. I don’t even really know much about you-”

You nodded exhaling, your fingers brushing against hers timidly. “There’s not much to tell, nothing that I wish to subject you to that’s is. Im the only one of my familial bloodline left, the rest murdered…..” you told her softly. “When I managed to escape I kept running and simply never looked back. It was just safer that way-“

She glanced at you, her expression softening as she interlaced her fingers with your own. After a few moments of silence she spoke again “Do you ever wonder why it happened? Why we were bound like this?”

“Sometimes,” you admitted. “But maybe it doesn’t matter.…..I wasn’t supposed to stay here for long, passing through for supplies actually. Yet I felt this pull, why i decided to follow it i couldn’t explain but it led me to you. So call it what you must, accident, fate. I don’t care, I’m glad it happened”

Her lips curved into a faint smile. “You’re always so certain.”

“Not always,” you said. “But when it comes to you, I can be”

Agatha’s gaze lingered on yours, and for a moment, the world seemed to fall away. She leaned closer, her breath warm against your skin as she whispered, “I don’t know that I deserve you.”

“You don’t have to,” you replied, your voice barely audible. “Just let me care for you.”

Agathas breath hitched as her eyes glistened with unshed tears. She slowly closed the distance between you her lips capturing yours in a kiss that was both tender and fierce. It was a promise, unspoken but deeply felt—a vow to face whatever came next, together.

#agatha harkness #agatha harkness x reader #agatha all along #aaa #agatha x reader

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masorciereviolette · 2 days ago

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An Unexpected Bonding Ch. 1

Pairing: Agatha Harkness x Reader

Warnings: none yet

Word count: 1,124

A/N: Here’s the first chapter, I think for now I’m just gonna post the intro and the first few and see how well it does but as of rn I have 6 written / perfecting, currently completing the 7th. I hope you all like it and please lmk if anyone is interested in more!!

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Her steel gaze locked onto yours, unblinking, searching.

“You… helped me?” she rasped, taking a tentative step toward you.

The shadows around you peeled back, revealing a soft cloaked human outline

“I couldn’t very well let them harm you….or attempt that is-” you replied softly, your voice like a melody carried on the wind as you approached her

Agatha staggered down off the pyre, her knees buckling slightly, but she didn’t fall. You caught her hand gripping her arm softly, your hold steadying her.

“Why? Why would you do this?” she asked, her tone a mix of suspicion and curiosity. “You don’t even know me.”

“I know enough,” you answered. “I’ve seen your pain, your struggle. You deserve better than what they tried to give you.”

Agatha’s breath hitched, and for the first time in years—she felt something other than fear or anger. It was warmth, faint but growing, seeping into the cold recesses of her soul.

But as quickly as it came, her walls slammed back up. Her lips pressed into a thin line, and her shoulders straightened, she pulls her arm from your grasp stepping away. “You’re bound to me now,” she said sharply, her words tinged with a mix of acceptance and resignation. “Whether either of us likes it or not.”

You tilted your head, studying her. “And do you? Like it?”

Her eyes narrowed. “I don’t trust things I don’t understand.”

“Then let’s understand it together,” you said gently, stepping closer.

For a moment, Agatha said nothing. The air between you crackled with unspoken words, emotions too complex to name. Finally, she nodded, a reluctant yet undeniable acknowledgment of the truth neither of you could deny.

“Fine,” she said, her voice steadier now. “But don’t think for a second that I’m letting my guard down.”

You smiled, a soft, knowing expression. “I wouldn’t expect anything less.”

As the night deepened, Agatha turned away from the scene of devastation, her steps heavy but deliberate. You followed silently, your presence a constant, comforting shadow. The pull between you both grew stronger with each passing moment, an invisible thread that neither of you could sever.

And deep down, Agatha knew—despite her stubbornness, her mistrust, and her fear—that she didn’t want to.

The nights following the pyre were marked not just by silence, but by an undercurrent of dread that Agatha could never quite shake. Even as the crackling firelight cast a warm glow, shadows danced in her mind—memories of her mother’s cold eyes, the betrayal of her sisters, and the terrifying truth she couldn’t escape.

Her power wasn’t like theirs. It never had been.

You had seen it firsthand. When the witches had turned their magic against her, trying to destroy her, it was Agatha who had destroyed them. She hadn’t wanted to, but the magic had acted on instinct, surging out of her like a beast unchained. It had swallowed their power whole, draining them dry until nothing but lifeless shells remained.

She hadn’t meant to kill them. She hadn’t even known she could.

Now, as she sat by the fire with you, the guilt weighed on her like lead. Her hands rested in her lap, trembling slightly, and though you didn’t say anything, you could feel the turmoil through the bond—the fear, the shame, the self-loathing.

“Why are you still here?” she asked suddenly, her voice cutting through the quiet.

You glanced at her, surprised by the question. “What do you mean?”

“You saw what I did,” she said, her tone sharp but brittle. “You know what I am. What I can do. So why haven’t you run?”

You tilted your head, studying her. “Because I know that’s not who you are, I can’t explain but it’s a feeling I suppose.”

Her jaw tightened, and she looked away, her hands clenching into fists. “You don’t understand,” she muttered. “It’s not something I can control. Every time someone uses magic against me, I… I take it. All of it. And it doesn’t stop until there’s nothing left.”

Her voice broke, and she took a shuddering breath. “Do you know what it feels like? To be afraid of your own power? To know that the people you love, the people you trust, see you as a monster?”

“I don’t see you as a monster,” you said softly.

She laughed bitterly, the sound hollow and sharp. “That’s because you don’t know me. Not really.”

“I know enough,” you replied, your voice steady. “I know you didn’t ask for this. I know you’ve been hurt by people who should have protected & guided you. And I know that no matter how much you try to push me away, you don’t want to be alone.”

Her eyes snapped to yours, a mixture of anger and vulnerability flashing in their depths. “You think this bond makes you special? That it gives you the right to lecture me?”

“No,” you said calmly. “But it does mean I’m not going anywhere. Whether you like it or not,now we’re in this together.”

Agatha stared at you, her chest rising and falling with uneven breaths. For a moment, she looked like she might argue, but then something in her seemed to break.

“You should be afraid of me,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “You should hate me.”

“But I don’t,” you said simply shrugging.

Her gaze softened, and for the first time, her walls cracked just enough for you to see the raw, aching heart beneath.

“I don’t know how to stop it,” she admitted, her voice trembling. “I’ve tried everything—spells, rituals, even… dark magic. That’s why they turned on me. They thought I was evil. Maybe they were right.”

“They weren’t,” you said firmly. “You’re not evil, Agatha. You’re just… lost. And it’s okay to need help finding your way.”

She looked at you, her eyes searching yours, and for a moment, she seemed to consider the possibility that you might be right.

“This bond,” she said softly, “it’s different. I don’t know why, but… when I’m near you, the magic doesn’t feel so… out of control.”

You reached out tentatively, your hand brushing against hers. “Maybe that’s because we’re meant to help each other. Maybe we’re stronger together.”

Her fingers curled around yours, hesitant but steady, and the warmth of her touch sent a spark through the bond.

“Stronger together,” she echoed, her voice barely above a whisper.

And in that moment, something shifted. The walls she had built so carefully began to crumble, piece by piece, and for the first time in a long time, Agatha allowed herself to believe in the possibility of hope.

#agatha harkness #agatha harkness x reader #aaa #agatha all along #agatha x reader #animagus

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masorciereviolette · 2 days ago

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An Unexpected Bonding (intro)

Agatha Harkness x Reader

Authors Note: this is probably the first thing I’ve ever shared with public in terms of my writing, if anyone’s interested, let me know. I do plan on making this a multi Chapter fic. I will say one thing, though before you get started think of in this universe familiars are pretty much the same, with the spiritual bonds and the helping heal and or improve/strengthen a witches magic but I kind of merged them with Harry Potter’s animagus attributes so she can shapeshift into a cat cause why tf not. Just think of it as an ability that the reader is born with not one that she acquires like how they do in the Harry Potter universe, in this reality you can assume any familiar you meet is an animagus some may just not prefer their animal form other may choose to only stay in their shifted form. We are basically gonna start at the beginning of Agatha’s story and from then on it will be somewhat canon compliant. Maybe a few new additions but overall this is just a story about the love and understanding our girl should have been showed from the beginning. #FreeWill

Summary: You’ve been watching her for longer than you’d like to admit, weeks in fact. Though most would assume because of a strange infatuation in truth you didn’t really know why you couldn’t seem to abandon the girl. You could just feel the sorrow in her heart, drawn to her pain……she was lonely, hurting and tonight whether you wanted it or not she would become your everything.

(I suck when it comes to creating summaries for a story I sincerely apologize)

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Agatha could feel her heart beat faster by the second , the oppressive weight of fear coming in from all sides. She could see the hooded faces surrounding her, not quite making out their features, but she didn’t need to. She knew who had betrayed her.

Alone on a wooden pyre she stood bound, her dark eyes flashing with defiance and the glow of magic barely concealed beneath the surface. She had known this moment would come—the weight of her mother’s betrayal, the betrayal of her own coven. Yet, nothing had prepared her for the crushing finality of it all.

The air of Salem hung heavy as the coven jeered, their voices like daggers piercing her resolve. “Witch killer,” they spat. “Child of darkness.”

But Agatha—she was not just any witch. She was powerful beyond their comprehension, a force of nature that they would never fully understand or at least never attempted to. As she stood forced to listen to her crimes she strained against the chains that bound her wrists behind her, begging for her mother to listen, to just understand but her voice was barely audible against the rising din. The magic inside her stirred with urgency. She didn’t want to die—no, not this way, not before she could make things right.

You could feel it. The desperation. The loneliness.

You were there.

A strange pull, a connection that had been forged in the ether of the world tugged at your very essence. It wasn’t like anything you had ever felt before. It was something…..else. spirit bound to her, drawn to her pain, to her sorrow. A cat, black as the midnight sky with eyes glowing purple, slipped silently through the crowd, unnoticed by the onlookers. You had been near for longer than she realized, watching from the shadows witnessing her thoughts, her broken heart.

And now, the pull was so strong, so undeniable, that it surged through you like a living current. You could hear her thoughts, feel her pain—raw, jagged, and so deep it threatened to swallow everything. You wanted to comfort her, to ease her suffering. And as if the universe had conspired for this very moment, your bond was sealed.

Her agony became yours.

The leaves around her began to twist and swirl, as if they could sense the shift in the air, a surge of power that wasn’t meant to belong to a dying witch. But the magic didn’t care about that. It fed on the grief, the loss, and the desperate need for companionship.

As the witches attacked each with their own contribution of power thinking her execution was imminent. It was only the beginning of something far deeper, far more powerful and in that moment, she could feel it coursing through her as if something was giving her strength . A presence, now an irrefutable unexplainable force, rooting her to the earth, grounding her in ways nothing else ever had.

Her chains fell away.

With what had once seemed so far began to flicker. Her own magic, raw and untamed, surged up like a tidal wave, and it was then—only after when her mother and sisters laid atrphied unmoving around her—that she opened her eyes fully for the first time and saw you. Staring in her direction a timid smile on your lips

“Who… are you?” Her voice, hoarse from the terror, trembled as her eyes locked onto yours.

You didn’t speak. There was no need to. You had been her shadow, her silent witness, her secret companion through heartbreak and through triumph. And now, you were forever bound to her.

In that instant, your very essence whispered the answer to her.

“I am yours.”

#agatha harkness #agatha harkness x reader #aaa #agatha all along #reader x character #evanora harkness #salem

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masorciereviolette · 5 days ago

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Agatha x Male Reader headcanons!

• She leaves you for a woman.

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masorciereviolette · 5 days ago

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please like or reblog ONLY if you want to be tagged;

lilia x reader — divine intervention (smut one shot)

you, in an outing with friends, stumble upon a small shop told to be the holder of "fortune tellings". you, completely befouling the idea of magic, step in, mockingly asking for a reading. the woman who is practicing this "fake" tarot and divination, otherwise known as lilia calderu, doesn't take a liking to your attitude. things get heated and tense between the two of you, and you call her and her work a joke. lilia decides to show you just how much of a joke her craft can be.

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masorciereviolette · 7 days ago

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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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masorciereviolette · 14 days ago

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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.”

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