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pairing: rio vidal x agatha harkness x fem!reader
summary: after being stranded by your ex-lovers, you've found a new life, hoping to finally move on. unfortunately, fate just doesn't seem to be on your side.
content: angst, allusions to smut, sapphic yearning
a/n: i'm obsessed to say the least
You should've known.
From the moment Agatha stepped foot into your pitiful excuse of a store, you should've slammed the door shut. For years, you'd been reeling from the wounds inflicted by your so-called lover. If you could even call her that. Never, did she once, refer to you as anything other than her 'pet'.
You supposed the name was fitting. You were practically a dog, groveling at the ground she walked on. Hoping, begging, praying, dying that she wouldn't leave.Â
Then, without a trace, she vanished from your life, set on her next twisted mission. You had simply been a means to an end, a brief footnote in her life.Â
It didn't help that the only other person you cared about, Rio, had followed in Agatha's absence. They'd left you alone, desperately trying to piece together the shattered remains of what you once had.Â
Sometimes, you wondered. You wondered if they ever felt guilty about what they did, and if they ever thought of you from time to time. Then, you scolded yourself for even daring to believe that the Agatha Harkness and Rio Vidal would have the time of day to care about you. You had drowned in that pit of self-deprecation for years, slowly re-learning how to live without them.Â
And just as you thought you were finally free, the wretched witch came back, pulling you back under her spell. If it were anyone else, you would have said 'no'. But it wasn't just 'anyone else'. It was Agatha. You weren't sure where this sick, borderline-obsessive love for her came from. You had left it to depreciate in the back of your mind, where you would have preferred for it to have stayed.
Unfortunately, Agatha had had other plans.
It was stupid. You hated yourself for it. You hated that tiny spark that you felt when she said your name, that familiar warmth in your chest when she came close. You would've given anything to stop the feeling.
If only Agatha knew. Throughout her long, melodramatic speech about the rewards of The Road, all you could do was stare at her in disbelief. The promise of being with her, even if it were for a short while, was enough to have convinced you. If you had known, back then, that Rio would have been joining you, you would have eagerly accepted the offer without hesitating.
But then again, time had cast a golden glow over your past relationships. You hadn't remembered how unwanted you had felt in their presence, how much they hadn't cared about you.
Sat around the warmth heat of the fireplace, your gaze lay wistfully on the two women. Situated across from them, you felt more distant to them than you had when you were alone.
"I have a scar," Rio suddenly spoke, glancing over at the coven.
"No, you don't," Agatha shot back, almost instantly.Â
Your ears perked, waiting for Rio's next words.
"Yes, I do," Rio replied, glancing over at Agatha, her solemn gaze worth a thousand unspoken words. It was their dynamic, their silent conversations, that left you feeling like a second-choice. The feeling settled into the pit of your stomach, which you desperately tried to keep from coming back up.
"A long time ago, I loved someone." Rio shot another pointed look at Agatha. "And I had to do something that I did not wanna do, even though it was my job. And it hurt them. She is my scar."
If you had the choice to go deaf right there and then, you would have chosen it immediately. Although, you knew it wouldn't stop the sharp pain you felt in your heart. Seeing them together was enough.Â
"I have to go stretch my legs," Agatha said, walking away.
Just like she used to walk away from every problem in her life. Like she did with you.
You couldn't bear it. One more second in their presence, and you were sure you would have thrown up.
"Same," you replied quietly, walking in the opposition direction to your past lover.Â
It was only until the warmth of the fire was long gone, that you felt the tears sliding down your cheeks.Â
Breaking down into sobs, you brought your knees to your chest, burying your head inside. You shouldn't have come. You should have said no.Â
It seemed as though fate was constantly punishing you, tugging at your heartstrings until they threatened to break. You hated that a part of you wanted to hurt them. Just enough, so that you too would have left a scar. But you knew you couldn't do it. You wouldn't. Not after they shared, so intimately, their past with you, letting you devour every fiber of their being.
You knew why they were the way that they were. That's why it hurt so much to watch them, again and again, fall victim to their pasts. That's why you could never leave, knowing how much pain they had endured, knowing that their wounds ran too deep to ever heal.
Sympathy was a knife, stabbed straight into your back when they left you to dry.
"You good?"
You'd been so deep in your emotions, you hadn't noticed the dark shadow looming over you. Swiveling around, you were met with a pair of manic brown eyes.
"Rio," you exhaled, quickly wiping away your tears. "Yeah, I'm fine."
Rio shook her head softly, pushing her tongue against her right cheek. Her fingers trailed up your leg, sending shivers down your spine.Â
"Come on, now," she lulled. "You never were much of a good liar."
"Maybe I've changed," you replied sharply, pulling away from her touch.
Rio's grip tightened, her fingernails digging into your thigh. "Maybe you have," she replied dismissively. "Is that why you never called?"
You scoffed, turning away from her piercing stare. "No. We're not doing this - this wasn't my fault. You and Agatha left without saying a word to me. Call me crazy for assuming you were done with me."
"Now there's the Y/N I know," Rio bit back. "Always jumping to conclusions."
You rolled your eyes at her. "What does it matter anyways? You seem perfectly fine without me. I didn't seem to have left a scar."
"Is that what this is about?" Rio questioned, a taunting grin tugging at her lips.
You refused to dignify her question with an answer.
"Aww, was our little baby feeling left out?"
A mocking, cruel voice rang out in the air, one that you knew all too well.
"Fuck off, Agatha," you snapped. You were hardly in the mood to deal with her heartless jests tonight.
"Someone's forgotten their manners," Agatha remarked, her voice laced with venom.Â
Rio chuckled, her grip still deathly tight on your thighs. You could feel the blood seeping out of your skin, onto her fingers.
"I wish I could have forgotten you instead," you retorted, unsure where this newfound attitude was coming from.Â
"Now, now. Don't get too cocky," Rio warned, although the grin on her face said something entirely different.
You bit back a scoff. "What's this, anyways? Last time I checked, you both hated each other."
The Green Witch shrugged. "We both share a common interest."
Refusing to take anymore of this, you made a move away from them, eager to escape Rio's death grip. Unfortunately, the two witches were unwilling to let you get away so easily.
"Don't," Agatha cautioned, her voice alone enough to stop you in your tracks.
"What do you want?" you snapped, finally turning towards her.
Your eyes narrowed as Agatha's smile turned into something sinister.
"You," she replied definitively.Â
You laughed sarcastically, barely believing what was happening right now. "Are you fucking kidding me? You left me. You can't - I - don't you think we're too far gone now? I mean, you left me wondering where the hell you -"
"We didn't want to leave," Rio interjected.
"Then why did you?"Â
"We cared too much about you to stay," Rio explained, gently interlocking your fingers with hers. "It would've only have hurt you."
"Well, you hurt me either way," you replied bitterly, flinching at the coldness of the witch's fingers.
Rio sighed. "I know. I know we did."
Exasperated, Agatha tilted your head up with her fingers, forcing you to look her in the eyes. "Pet, we're sorry."
"Well, sorry doesn't cut it anymore. Not in my books," you snapped, wrenching yourself out of their grasps. "And don't call me that. I'm not your pet."
Without looking back, you walked back towards the fireplace. Unbeknownst to you, the two witches you left behind were hardly satisfied with your answer.
"She's forgotten who she belongs to," Rio murmured, staring into the back of your head.
Agatha tightened her jaw, shaking her head. Her eyes met Rio's, a knowing smirk playing on their lips.Â
"It looks like we'll have to teach her a lesson then, hm?"
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hellooo, i wanna request some story, this is kinda dark so basically, Agatha H meets Reader by chance and is very attracted to Reader. Reader doesn't know that Agatha has powers. Reader begins to feel watched and then Agatha kidnaps her. Reader is only conscious from time to time and Agatha is like "Everytime you struggle I will numb you with more magicâ... so that's it... add some smut if you want đ«Łđ„č!!
Pairing: Dark!Agatha Harkness x Fem!Reader
A/N: Is this anything like you asked for.... no. Is it also over a month late... yes. But hey, i added smut :) Also, I made this fem reader since you didn't specify, if that is wrong don't be afraid to tell me and I will change it!
Disclaimer: English is not my first language. All mistakes are my own.
Warnings: Dark, kidnapping, use of magic for restraint (*cough* and smut *cough*), smut, edging, smoking, swearing, dub-con  Minors DNI 18+
Word Count: 2.1k
The fabric dampens as your tongue pushes against it, your teeth clutching the white material tightly, and your eyes scrunch as you push down the desire to scream in frustration.
You are going to kill your neighbor.
With one last clench of your jaw, you release the wet fabric of the pillow and sigh.
The digital clock on your left tells you itâs way past your bedtime. Yet, the booming from the redheadâs loud friends makes it sound like you are in the middle of a frat party.
You drag your hands over your face, the pads of your fingers digging into the skin beneath your eyes and pulling. The hackle of feminine laughter echoes throughout the streets of your little town.
It had been like this for hours on end.
With a huff, you swing your legs over the side of the bed, and your right hand delivers a quick slap to wake yourself even more.
If this is how it is going to be; then you might as well make the most of it.
Curling your toes as the surprising electric shock of cold wood quirks your system, a chill creeps through you, settling deep in your spine. The duvet calling your name must be ignored for now, and with that, you make your way to the kitchen.
Smoke tendrils float among the remaining cloud of puff as deep amber lips pull in another sharp inhale. The hot air burns like a delight through her as she sits in her own bubble.
She was so over it, sitting on the porch with her shoulders leaned back and her cigarette resting easily in her right hand was the first break she had gotten all night, these girls are loud. And not the fun kind.
Hyena cackles pierce her ears as one of Wandaâs many friends tells another miserably boring joke on the other side of the, thankfully, closed door.
âFor fucks sake ladies, itâs not that funnyâ She mumbles to herself as the rest of the women join in on the animalistic laughter, this is the downside of having ears and eyes everywhere, she supposes.
Her right ring finger taps the side of the burning stump, the texture familiar and soothing. Pieces of ash fall like snowflakes, clustering in a pile beside leather boots.
She is just about to stomp the thing out when one of the neighborâs front door opens with a little too much force. Wood crashes against wood, the planks behind the heavy thing indenting and chipping the paint, as the door slams into the sidewall of the suburb house.
A young woman curses herself as she looks at the damage she caused while trying to balance the multitude of trash bags she is clutching.
With an amused smirk, the older woman leans forward, tilting her body to get the best view of the younger thing. Her blouse shifts and bunches where the silk is hastily stuffed into dress pants worth half of your rent.
You groan as you feel a pair of eyes study you from afar. People these days.
With a puff of air, you blow away the small whisk hairs that cling to your sweaty forehead, âYou know, it wouldnât hurt you to help a girl out.â You turn around to what you assumed was going to be just another one of Wandaâs familiar friends.
She had people over almost every weekend, so some faces were hard to forget, however, when you finally lock eyes with the rude woman, she is nothing like you expected.
With her head thrown back in an almost cruel laughter, you can see the wide expanse of her neck, dark hair falls freely in subtle waves. In one of the hands, the older woman clutches the outer plank of the porch, while the other one grips an almost burned-out cigarette.
You shift from one foot to the other, the weight of trash in your hands almost forgotten as you canât help but admire her for a moment.
Yeah, she is nothing like the redheadâs other friends at allâŠ
You almost startle as a teasing voice responds to you with delight, âOh, you are a fun surprise sweet plum.â The woman crushes her cigarette under sturdy black boots, the sizzle of burning leaves dying out much like the flame.
You simply stare at her, even her voice is so different from the other women around these parts.
She struts toward you with confidence even a man couldnât muster.
Frozen on the spot you would barely notice when she takes two-thirds of the bags if it wasnât for the way her fingers so deliberately brush against yours. You donât dare look down, but as you feel cool metal against your warm skin, you know her fingers are decorated with only the best.
âExcuse my bad manners, let me get that for you, honey.â
Her lip lifts into a mean smirk, and the hint of wrinkles just makes her all the more alluring. You canât tell if you want to drown in her eyes or run away from them as fast as possible.
She is already halfway down your driveway before you can get a peep out, and you follow with haste.
Throwing both yours and her trash into your big bin at the end of the driveway she asks you if you would like to join her for a smoke, you can tell by the repressed giggle that she doesnât think you will take her up on it.
Which only makes it all the sweeter when you get to surprise her with an easy, âYes, I would love to.â
For a moment she is the one frozen to the pavement as she studies you, her eyes squinting as if she believes you to be joking. Her eyes travel up and down your younger frame, pausing for a moment on your chest, but you decide that you probably imagined that bit.
Wishful thinking or whatnot.
A soft tongue swipes across dark red lips before the mysterious woman regains her composure and laughs with mirth, drowning out the other ladies, you canât help but think she looks beautiful when she laughs like that. All, carefree and happy.
She tilts her head toward you, her hands letting go of the binÂŽs handle and instead reaching out for you to take,
âWell then sugar, I'm Agatha.â
You take it with as firm of a grip as you can manage, âY/n.â
Thatâs how it started, with a cloud of smoke surrounding the both of you while you share silly stories from childhood.
And that was the end of it too, she was funny and sassy, but she never came over much to the Maximoff house, so you figured that would be the end of your little connection.
How naĂŻve you are.
There is audible whining as the deep magic slides against your body, it holds your torso and legs tight against the comforter. You try and free yourself with grasping hands but with a quick turn of the older womanâs delicate wrist the magic shifts and turns until it takes ahold of your wrists and pins them down beside your head.
âDonât be like this babyâŠâ A smooth voice slithers itself into the vast expanse of your mind, almost like she never said it out loud, just forced it into your thoughts.
The sheets rustle as you wring and struggle. The purple void closes in, tightening around you, forcing you still.
You feel numb as your limbs give in to the older woman.
âGood girl. Thatâs it, babyâŠâ Your eyes feel heavy, and you canât seem to keep them open. You feel a warm breath against your midsection as the words glide over warm skin.
Before you can comprehend who, the voice belongs to, the tendrils vibrate against you in excitement, and you gasp for air as they close in on the delicate spot between your legs.
You canât help the moan that escapes you as one of the stronger tendrils drags itself in an up-and-down motion against your sensitive clit.
You canât even recall when you stripped your clothes, but the purple sorcery delights in it. The feeling is almost like pure lust submerging itself within you.
It crawls up your body, one sticks to that sticky spot between soft thighs, while the others spread against you. Like wildfire, they spread and absorb your every thought. One of them settles like a set of warm hands against your bare chest. Teasing taught nipples.
Another one forces your mouth open, and slides against your tongue, firming into the feeling of ghost fingers. They drag gently over your lips when they are coated enough.
Then it drifts lower as the one against your clit speeds up.
Your back pulls like a taught string, if this doesnât let up, you will break soon. The purple tendril against your pulsating weak point hardens. You gasp for air, and finally, you can breathe, the continuous assault against your body is now over, and you relax a little into the sheets.
âOh fuck!â Â Your eyes roll to the back of your skull.
You let out a breathy whine as the purple mystery is replaced by the feeling of wet fingers pushing into you. They force their way past your lips and enter you without any problem.
Another moan fills the heavy air, but this one isnât from you. Itâs deeper, passion laid within it like an accent.
âThatâs it, honey, hop like a bunny for me.â When the feeling of cruel eyes prickles the back of your neck, you finally make the connection.
You wake up with a gasp, hands clutching the sheets like your life depends on it.
Your eyebrows scrunch together as you huff in annoyance, if you were going to keep having these dreams, they may as well let you finish. With your eyes still closed, one of your hands releases the smooth silk and glides down your bare stomach, then you stop to a halt.
Placing your hand back on the soft material you open your eyes in wonder, you most definitely do not own silkâŠ
The first thing you see when your senses return to you is expensive sheets, in a deep purple shade, then as your eyes wander your heart races.
This is not your house.
âAh, you are finally awake.â You startle as the feminine voice calls out to you from across the room.
âThat was a close one wasnât it honey? You are dripping all over the sheets.â Agatha sits in the armchair in front and center of where you lay gasping.
Her legs crossed; she cradles a cup of tea in her left hand. Narrow eyes study you as you scramble to cover yourself only to find that you canât move any longer.
The deep purple is back as your wrists get pushed back into the bed. The mattress hugging you close as the purple weight of restraint takes hold of you yet again.
The chuckle that escapes Agatha is cruel and unstoppable, it builds within her, crawling up her stomach until she canât help but voice it. She can see the realization dawn all over your face, the feeling of eyes in the back of your neck, the strange dreams, the never-ending teasing of naughty dreams for her own pleasure.
The lack of memory, the restraint deep within your bones, all because of this woman.
After your little meeting all those weeks ago you had heard stories about her, the rumors, the purple aura that seems to follow her everywhere she goes. However, not once did you believe the petty gossip of the redheadsâ other friends, that was your first mistake.
Now you understand, they were all true.
After allâŠ
It was Agatha all along.
And as she pushes herself into your mind yet again and forces you into yet another dream that will keep you just on the edge, Agatha Harkness is one wicked witch.
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Prompt to a request (if it is okay) đ«¶
Agatha and innocent fem reader+ corruption kink
Reader hasn't even had her first kiss and Agatha teaches her how to tongue kiss and so much more(fingering and magic strap)
Breeding kink as well plsss
Neighborly Desires
Paring: Dark!Agatha Harkness x reader
Summary: You had recently moved into Westview. Your mother had passed away and you wanted a new start in a small town. Agatha was your neighbor there and she didnât waste any time welcoming you into town. She thought you were so adorable and so innocentâŠshe wanted to be the one to corrupt you. She needed to be patient, careful, and precise.
Warnings; dubcon, corruption kink, enchanted strap, fingering, mommy kink, cunnilingus (r receiving), breeding kink, dummification.
Word Count: 3.7k
A/n: This request has been sitting in my inbox since DECEMBER of 2023âŠI am extremely sorry but I hope this makes up for it. đ
You had recently moved into Westview. Your mother had passed away and you wanted a new start in a small town. Agatha was your neighbor there and she didnât waste any time welcoming you into town. She watched you struggle to carry the boxes back and forth from your car to your living room and grinned. You were wearing a cute little pink dress and she couldnât help herself.
âHiya hon! Do you need some help with that?â You heard a friendly voice from behind you. You swiftly turned around to look at the woman, almost dropping the boxes.
âCareful, there, sweetheart. We donât want you hurting yourself,â Agatha chuckled, taking a box from you.
âT-thank you,â you blushed, slightly embarrassed at your clumsiness. She helped you put the boxes inside your house before turning towards you.
âIâm Agatha, your neighbor to the right,â she smiled at you kindly, stretching her hand out for you to shake.
âIâm Y/n,â you shook her hand, longer than intended, âAnd thank you so much for helping me with those boxes. Would you like something to drink?â You offered not knowing what else to say, fidgeting with your hands.
âY/n...â she tasted your name on her tongue, âWhat a beautiful name for a beautiful girl. Tea would be wonderful.â
âAlright, just give me a second until I find my cups,â you chuckled nervously and disappeared into your kitchen. Agatha walked to your living room and sat down. She thought you were so adorable and so innocentâŠshe wanted to be the one to corrupt you. She waited patiently for you to finish up, thinking of all the things she had planned for you.
âIâm so sorry! I completely forgot where I packed everything. I would forget my head if it wasnât attached to my body,â you joked as you handed Agatha her tea.
âThank you, hon,â she took a sip, âSo, what brings you here?â She asked, curious on how a girl like you ended up in this shitty town.
âWell this was my motherâs home and she passed away a few weeks ago so decided to move in.â
âIâm so sorry for your loss,â she held your hand, gently running her thumb over your knuckles.
âNo, itâs okay. We werenât really close and I wanted a new start.â
âWell if you ever need anything donât hesitate to knock on my door, alright sweetheart?â
âY-yeah,â you blushed at the nickname and she grinned. You two talked for a little while longer before you bid her goodbye and continued unpacking your things. Agatha walked home with a smirk on her face. You were too cute for your own good and she knew she was going to have fun with you. The fact that you were alone in this town was a bonus.
Days passed, and her visits became more frequent, her presence becoming very comforting. Somehow many things started to break inside your home and Agatha always seemed to be there to help. She was slowly gaining your trust and finding how truly innocent you were. You hadnât even had a boyfriend before, how adorable could you possibly get? Yet beneath her warmth and sweet reassurances, a cunning plan took shape. She needed to be patient, careful, and precise.
Agatha now stood next to you in your kitchen. She had offered to help you cook dinner with the excuse she didnât want you to eat all alone. She made sure to put her hands on your waist and press her front against your ass every time she walked past you. You, of course, didnât think anything of this, too oblivious to think badly of Agathaâs touchy behavior. She couldnât help but tease you a little more. She leaned in close to your ear and whispered.
âYouâre doing great, sweetheart.â
âT-thank youâŠâ you tried to hide your flushed face and she chuckled.
âWhy donât you go clean up while I make the table?â Agatha said as you were finishing up.
âOkay!â You obediently took your apron off and started walking to your bathroom to clean up.
âGood girl~,â she said under her breath but just loud enough for you to hear, making you flush once again.
You quickly went in, washed your hands, and fixed your hair. While you were in the bathroom, Agatha debated whether or not she should put a spell on you so she could take you right then and there but she wanted to take her time with you. By the time you walked out, Agatha had the table set up beautifully. There were candles and rose petals on the table. It was almost like a romantic dinner. How did she do this so quickly?
âAgatha, this looks beautiful.â
âJust like you,â she complimented you, booping your nose.
âThank you, Aggie.â You recently started calling her that. Agatha didnât seem to mind the newfound nickname, in fact, she loved it.
âOf course, darling.â She pulled out your chair and gestured for you to sit down. She was such a gentleman. You were completely oblivious to her true intentions.
You both sat down and ate dinner. Agatha asked you all kinds of questions, she wanted to know every little detail about you. What made you blush, what made you upset, what made you cry, what made you break. You answered all the questions, not thinking anything of it, and asked some yourself. You liked Agatha, more than you actually thought. God, you were so naive.
Eventually, you both finished eating dinner and she helped you clean the dishes. She always found a way to touch you even if it was just touching your hand when you passed her a plate or spoon to dry off. She saw the slight tint on your cheeks when she did.
"We should do this more often, donât you think?â Agatha asked, her voice carrying a hint of something you couldn't quite place.
âI would love that!â You said happily. Agatha smiled, her eyes seemed to glint in the candlelight. After you were done doing the dishes Agatha started gathering her things to go home but you stopped her.
âCan you stay and watch a movie with me?â You asked, not wanting for her to leave yet.
âI think itâs a bit late, sweetheart,â she said, wanting to hear you beg for her to stay.
âPretty please?â You grabbed her hands in your, caressing her knuckles with your thumbs, giving her your best puppy eyes. Agatha pretended to think about it, a sly smirk on her face. You were just so cute, how could she possibly say no to you?
ââŠfine, Iâll stay, but not too late. You need to go to bed soon, deal?â
âDeal!â you said, excitedly, pulling her towards your couch. She sat back while you picked the movie, settling for Tangled, it was your favorite comfort movie. After you started playing the movie, you sat next to Agatha, subconsciously snuggling to her side. She smiled as you snuggled against her. Her arm wrapped around your shoulders, pulling you closer to her.
âIs this your favorite movie, sweetheart?â
âMhm!â
âWhoâs your favorite character?â Agatha asked, combing through your hair.
âMother Gothel,â you mumbled.
âMother Gothel, huh?â she raised an eyebrow, âWhy her? Sheâs the villain of the story.â
âI donât knowâŠâ you frowned slightly, âI just like her character I guessâŠâ
âHmm. If I were Mother Gothel and I kidnapped you into my tower, what would you do?â she half joked.
âI would never leave.â You smiled at her. Agatha was very pleased with your answer and pulled you closer.
The movie went on and by the time it was over, you were fast asleep on Agathaâs shoulder. You looked so peaceful, so vulnerable, Agatha wanted to take you right then and there but no, she had to hold herself back. She picked you up and carried you to your bedroom, gently placing you on your bed. She tucked you in before leaning into your ear.
âYou will be mine.â Was all she said before leaving to go back home.
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Over the passing weeks you had gotten attached to Agatha, almost obsessively. Maybe it was her caring nature or your mommy issues coming to bite you in the ass. You were sitting on your couch with Agatha once again. She had picked the movie this time, telling you it was a surprise. She started playing the movie and you soon found out it was titled Carol. You had never seen it before but curled into Agathaâs side, wanting to feel her warmth.
The movie was good and all until the motel scene. Watching as Carol and Therese started kissing and touching each other made your core feel warm. Agatha noticed the way you were trying to hide your flushed face and how your thighs clenched together and smirked. She had you exactly where she wanted you.
âWhatâs wrong, baby? Are you cold?â she asked, pulling you closer, placing her hand on your thigh.
âIâm f-fine,â you stuttered out, unconvincing. She chuckled and gently started rubbing your thigh. Her touch was so warm and comforting, it made you want to melt against her. She moved even closer, cupping your face to make you look at her.
âYouâre trembling, sweetheart. Are you sure youâre fine?â
âI-â you realized how close your faces were, noses almost touching, âAggie-â she finally crashed her lips against yours. You closed your eyes, savoring how soft her lips were until you pulled away, looking away from her. She smirked at your reaction, enjoying how flustered you were. She gently turned your face to look at her again.
âSweetheart? Did you not like it?â
âNo! I loved it, it's just thatâŠI donât know how toâŠâ you trailed off, embarrassed.
âAw, such a dumb baby,â she cupped your face, âYouâre so naive and innocent you donât even know how to kiss. How cute.â
âWha-â She pressed her finger against your lips, shutting you up and brushed a strand of hair behind your ear.
âJust follow my lead. I promise you will love it,â you hesitantly nodded and she kissed you again, this time moving her lips against yours and you did the same. She poked her tongue between your lips and you opened your mouth to let her in. You did your best, following her lead and moving your lips and tongue like her. Agatha moved her hand to squeeze your thighs, sliding them closer to your soaked core making you squeal and pull away.
âAgatha I donât think-â
âShh,â she pulled you into her lap, your thighs on either side of her legs, âLet mommy do the thinking.â You frowned slightly at her comment but then she pressed her fingers against the wet patch on your panties, making you lose any train of thought you had.
âYouâre so wet baby,â she started rubbing her fingers over your clothed clit, âIs that all for me?â she asked, her other hand gripping onto your hip.
âHmphâŠâ You unconsciously moved your hips against her hand.
âUse your words, sweetheart,â she commanded, pressing harder against your clit, the pressure sending a wave of pleasure through your body.
âYesâŠâ
âThatâs a good girl.â She growled, moving your panties aside to touch your bare core directly, her fingers sliding between your folds. You gasped at the new feeling. You had never felt like this before. Youâve never touched yourself let alone have sex.
âSo innocentâŠâ She said before shoving two fingers inside of you. You were so tight, so warm, so wet for her. She pumped her fingers in and out of you, rubbing your clit with her thumb.
âSuch a good girl for mommy.â She praised you.
âAggie-â you clung to her, wrapping your arms around her neck while she worked on fucking your with her fingers. Her other hand started to sneak under the thin dress you were wearing, finding that you werenât wearing a bra at all.
âNot wearing a bra?â she pinched your nipple, âWhat a naughty girlâŠâ You whimpered in response, making her chuckle. She pinched your nipple again, she started biting your neck leaving a trail of marks on your skin. She added a third finger, her thumb circling your clit faster than before and then suddenly stopped.
âWhyâd you stop?â You whined desperately.
âSuch a needy girl,â she picked you up like you weighed nothing and carried you upstairs like she had done before. She took you to your bedroom and sat you on your bed.
She took your dress off, throwing it elsewhere and started undressing as well. She took off her pants to reveal the enchanted strap she had been wearing. She smirked as she looked at your surprised expression.
âLike what you see, darling?â She pushed you back against the bed and climbed on top of you, your legs wrapped around her waist.
âW-wait-â You started to hesitate.
âShh, itâs okay baby.â She gently caressed your cheek, looking into your eyes with a soft expression. Her strap was pressing against your core and she started rubbing it against you.
âItâs going to feel so good,â she pressed the tip of the strap into your entrance, âIâll be gentle, okay?â You swallowed the lump in your throat and nodded your head.
She slowly pushed the strap further inside your warm wall, watching as your mouth made an âoâ shape and your brows frowned in pleasure. She let out a low groan as the strap went further inside, your pussy greedily clenching around it. Her eyes roaming over your body, watching every little expression you made.
âThatâs it, baby⊠youâre doing so good. Youâre taking me so well,â she said most out of breath.
âM-mommy-â She almost lost the little control she had left when you finally called her mommy, feeling a rush of pleasure run through her body. God she was going to finally make you hers. Agathaâs grip on your hips tightened as she began to thrust into you, slowly at first, making sure you were comfortable and enjoying it.
âOh, you like calling me that donât you, darling?â She grunted.
âMhm!â You nodded your head. She smirked and began to pick up the pace, thrusting faster and harder into you. She leaned down and began kissing your neck, leaving more marks as she went. Her hands roamed over your body, squeezing and pinching every inch of your skin.
âSuch a good girl, taking mommyâs strap so wellâŠyouâre mine.â Agatha finally said out loud. She continued to ramble on, as she thrusted into you. She grabbed your hands and pinned them above your head, making you completely helpless beneath her.
âNo one else gets to see you like this. Youâre all mine. Fuck- Iâm never letting you go.â Your brain had turned to mush and all you could do was chant a bunch of yeses as she snapped her hips at a brutal pace. Agatha loved how incoherent you were becoming. She loved how easily she could reduce you to a moaning mess. She began to talk to you in a soft voice, praising and mocking you at the same time.
âLook at you. Such a babbling mess. Mommyâs little dumb slut. Isnât that right? All mine?â
âYes! All yours!â Your voice trembled as you got closer to the edge, your orgasm building up.
âThatâs right,â she moved one of her hands from your wrists to your clit, rubbing it in fast circles, âYouâre all mine, and youâre going to cum for me, arenât you?â
You tried to reply but instead let out a loud sob, tears running down your rosy cheeks from the pleasure you felt. Agatha leaned down and kissed your tears away, her movements becoming more frantic as she chased your release.
âCome on, baby. Cum for me. Be a good little slut and cum for mommy.â
Your eyes rolled back and your mouth opened in a silent scream as you fell apart. Agatha moaned as she felt your walls clench around her, sloppily helping you ride out your orgasm as best as she could as she held onto your trembling legs.
âFuck- Iâm going to fill you up nice and full of my cum, baby, youâre going to be all mine.â She came, moaning loudly as she spilled her hot seed deep inside you. She gave you a few more thrust before pulling out, making you whine in protest at how empty you felt. Her hand on your wrists loosened and she looked down at you with a satisfied smirk on her face.
âThere we goâŠGood girl. You did so well for me, baby. So perfect,â she started kissing down your body, âNow mommyâs gonna clean you upâŠâ She finally let go of your wrist, putting your legs together and bending them against your chest, your pussy now completely exposed to her. She used her fingers to spread your pussy lips apart. She watched as her cum leaked out of you and almost moaned at the sight.
âGod look at how messy you areâŠâ she leaned down and ran her tongue over your entrance, licking up her own cum. She lapped at your sensitive core, moaning at the taste of the two of you combined, âYou taste so good, baby.â
You squirmed against her mouth, your pussy already too sensitive. Agatha chuckled and wrapped her arms around your thighs, holding you in place as she continued to eat you out. She was going to make sure you were completely clean.
âStay still, honey. Mommyâs not done with you yet.â
âBut it h-hurts-â She looked up at you with a mocking expression.
âI know it hurts, baby. Thatâs why youâre going to be a good girl and take it, isnât that right?â
She nipped at your inner thigh before diving back down between your legs. You reluctantly nodded, letting her lap over your puffy folds and sucking on your clit. She moaned against your clit, enjoying the taste of your juices. She swirled her tongue around it before sucking on it again, pulling it into her mouth and teasing it with her teeth.
âMmmmâŠthere we go,â she kissed your clit before letting go of your legs, âAll done.â She pulled you into a kiss, shoving her tongue in your mouth, making you taste yourself. You whined against her lips, finding it hard to keep up. She just chuckled and pulled away.
âCome on, baby. Letâs give you a bath.â She started picking and you absolutely melted into her. She set you on the bathroom counter while she filled the bath. You simply watched her as she put bubbles in the bath and made sure the water was at a good temperature.
Once the bath was ready, she gently picked you up and lowered you into the warm water. She sat behind you, letting you lean against her chest. She began washing your body with a soft washcloth, making sure to be extra gentle with you. When she got close to your core, you stiffened slightly, still sensitive from your orgasm and her tongue. She chuckled softly, noticing your reaction.
âAww, is my baby still sensitive?â She pressed her fingers against your clit. You tried to swat her hand away and clench your thighs together but she took your wrist and held them against your chest while using her own legs to keep yours open.
âJust give mommy one more orgasm and weâll be all done, okay?â She said, already playing with your clit, rubbing it in small circles.
âIt hurts mommyâŠâ you mumbled, hiding your face in the crook of her neck.
âI know it hurts, baby. But you can do it,â she continued to tease your clit, rubbing it faster and harder, âDonât you want to make mommy proud?â
âY-yes-â she smiled and rewarded you by letting go of your wrist and wrapping her free hand around your throat, gently squeezing it.
âThatâs my good girl. Keep being good for mommy and Iâll make you feel so good, okay?â The pain finally turned into pleasure and your body pathetically melted to Agathaâs once again. Her grip on your throat tightened slightly making you light headed.
âYouâre so cute when youâre like this, darling. All weak and pathetic. Youâre mine to use however I want, arenât you?â She slipped two fingers inside you, making you mewl like a dog in heat.
âIâm close!â You moaned as she nibbled on your earlobe before whispering in your ear.
âGood. Come for me, baby. Come for mommy one more time and Iâll let you rest.â Your hands clung to the hand that was still tightly wrapped around your neck for dear life as you came again. Agatha grinned, loving the way you clung to her like she was the only thing keeping you alive. How pathetic and adorable.
She kept her hand around your neck, slowly applying pressure as you came. Once you came down from your high, she loosened her grip and rubbed your neck softly, admiring the redness she left behind.
âThatâs my girl. Iâm so proud of you,â she soothed you, combing through your wet hair until the water in the bath became cold. She got out first, getting a towel for you before helping you out.
She gently wrapped you the towel, setting you down on the counter once again to brush the knots out of your hair. Once she was done, she wrapped the towel around you tighter and lifted you, cradling you in her arms like a small child.
âItâs time to go to sleep, my sweet girl. You must be so tired huh?â she sat you down in the bed while she went to get you some pj. She made sure to be quick noticing how droopy your eyes looked. She came back a moment later with some soft, silk pajamas for you. She gently dressed you in them before tucking you into bed, pulling the blankets up to your chin.
âComfortable, Angel?â
âArenât you going to stay, Aggie?â Agatha smiled softly, brushing a strand of hair out of your face.
âOf course, I am, darling. Iâll be right here when you wake up.â
âYou promise?â She leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead.
âI promise, sweetheart. Youâre mine, Iâm not going anywhere. Now get some sleep.â
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With Me Forever
Dark!Mommy!Agatha Harkness x fem!reader
Word count: 1.3K
Warnings: 18+ MDNI, Stockholm syndrome, Dubcon, kidnapping/confinement, psychological conditioning/manipulation, Mommy kink, emotional manipulation, pet play, loss of autonomy, magical manipulation, breeding kink, objectification, power play
Authors notes: Man Idk who took over while writing this one, but they were amazing.
The room is dim, heavy velvet curtains drawn over the windows, allowing only slivers of muted sunlight to filter through. Youâve been here for daysâweeks, maybe even months. Time feels warped in this house, your new prison. Every surface is lavish, grand even, but that doesnât dull the sharp edge of fear that grips your heart.
Agatha is watching you again. Her presence is unmistakableâshe's never too far from you, whether you see her or not. Youâd taken notice of a cicada in the room she kept you in. It never got too close to you, but always somewhere you could see it.
 Her deep, sultry voice curls around your senses like smoke as she enters the room, heels clicking against the hardwood floor. Sheâs dressed impeccably, as usual, in a pair of dark purple suit pants, a white button up and a navy blue overcoat, her sharp eyes glittering with amusement as she watches you on the bed.
"Good morning, my little bunny," she purrs, her voice sending a shiver down your spine. "Have you decided to behave today?"
You turn your head away, trying to ignore the way your body reacts to her. Every fiber of your being wants to resist her, to fight back against the constant manipulation, but itâs hardâtoo hardâespecially when your body betrays you. You hate how sheâs gotten under your skin, how her touch has become something you crave, even as your mind rebels.
Her hands are the only touch youâve felt in a long time let alone a nice touch, something tender that doesnât leave a mark on you. Your body wanted more of it even though you knew this was all wrong. She kidnapped you. Sheâs keeping you here for her own amusement and pleasure.Â
Agatha chuckles darkly, sensing your internal struggle. She moves closer, her fingers trailing lightly along the curve of your neck. You flinch, but you donât pull away. You can't.
"My sweet girl," she whispers, her lips brushing against your ear, "itâs only a matter of time before you stop fighting. Youâll see that everything I do is for you, for us. I could give you so much more than anyone else ever could including that other little witch you were so fond of. All you have to do is surrender."
Her words are a poison, dripping into your thoughts, planting seeds of doubt. Sheâs always been careful, never harsh and certainly never violent. Instead, she plays with your mind, with your desires, making you question everything.Â
Is it really so bad to want her?Â
To give in?
"You and I could be so much together," Agatha continues, her hand sliding down your arm, her nails grazing your skin just enough to make you shiver. "I know what you can do and I could teach you things that would make the world bow at your feet."
You close your eyes, trying to block her out, but itâs impossible. Sheâs everywhere, inside your head, inside your heart. Slowly, agonizingly slowly, you feel yourself breaking, crumbling under the weight of her words, her presence.
"Youâll never leave," she says softly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "Not because I wonât let you, but because you wonât want to."
And the terrifying part is that you know sheâs right.
You feel her hand move over the curves of your body, goosebumps running over your whole body. Her fingers were always freezing as she somehow made your skin feel like it was on fire. The only movement you were allowed was to arch into her touch. Your body once again betraying you as it did just that, asking for more from her as you donât dare look her in the eyes. She chuckles, dark and low, at the action.Â
âYour body doesnât lie to me bunny. Look at me. Look at Mommy.â Sheâd started to call herself that. Mommy, you thought it was just a jab at all the Mommy issues you have and it very well might be the case, but fuck you just wanted to make Mommy happy. Yet you still want to fight against her. You donât want to give her the satisfaction. Not yet at least.Â
Her hand starts rubbing your thigh, each stroke drawing closer to your heated core. You close your eyes, letting out a shaky breath. You feel her movement and the bed dips down between your legs. Youâre moved slightly with where her weight is and you feel a hand on each thigh.Â
Her strokes are gentle as she leans down, her heated mouth meaning your skin. A rush of heat to your core hits and a needy whine comes out of you.
âAll you have to do is ask, bunny.â She mumbles against your skin. This was the game that was played every time. Like some even more twisted form of conditioning. Sheâd wait until you were all needy, begging for her cock, begging to be bred by her. It wasnât fair. You bite your lip debating if you want to hold out this time, youâve done it a few times, but youâd always regret it because sheâd work you up and ruin your orgasm each time.Â
âPlease MommyâŠneed youâŠneed you inside of meâŠâ You manage out and Agatha looks down at you, slowly rubbing around your overly sensitive nub, but not actually touching it. You swallow hard before continuing. You know what sheâs waiting for and you want to say it. You want her to know, need her to know.Â
âIâm yours Mommy please Iâll be your good bunny! Need Mommyâs cock inside of me. Only yours makes me feel good. No one else could make me feel good like you Mommy. No one could make me cum like you do Mommy!â You feel tears prick the corners of your eyes.Â
A smirk appears on Agathaâs face, a snap of her fingers and your clothes are gone. She has her purple enchanted strap out and ready. It was already pushing at your soaked entrance. Making it easy for Agatha to slip inside of you.Â
âF-fuckâŠâ You arch into her, not realizing how much you needed her.Â
âYouâre so tight, bunny. You feel amazing. Mommyâs going to make sure you feel amazing.â She manages out, you can tell sheâs breathless just from entering you. Feeling how tight and wet you were.Â
âPlease Mommy Iâll be your best bunny ever!âÂ
She simply smirks as she grips your hips and before you can say anything else sheâs pounding into you relentlessly. You canât help but moan as she hits your spot over and over again. You donât feel one of her hands move up to your head, it isnât until you hear the Latin come out her mouth that you know sheâs using her magic sheâs making you more fuzzy, more needy for her. Another form of conditioning, her magic.Â
You watch her fingers, watching her hand flex and fingers move. It isnât her magic making you fuzzy and needy. You grab her wrists and donât think about it as you take her fingers into your mouth, sucking on them eagerly.Â
You look up at her with half lidded eyes, dark and lustful. You were ready to be completely hers. She could see it in your eyes.Â
âThatâs my good bunny. Just like that. Youâre Mommyâs bunny arenât you?â She asks, her voice full of lust, her heated breath you could swear you saw. You nod and mumble an âmhmmâ around her fingers.Â
You donât think itâs possible but she speeds up. Youâre moaning around her fingers and she can tell youâre close. She keeps her pace, letting you fall over the edge as you let her fingers go, choosing to lunge forward to hold onto her as you rocked your hips into her. Her hands find their way to your back, her natural nails clawing down your back.Â
âMy bunny.â You feel her fill you, her hot cum hitting against your walls. You were hers completely and you had been for a while, you knew that. Thereâs nowhere else youâd rather be, you donât even remember that other witchâs name.
âYour bunny Mommy forever.â
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In-laws
PAIRING: Dark!Agatha Harkness x Reader, Agatha Harkness x Reader x Rio Vidal
SUMMARY: In-laws are the worst and you found out the hard way.
WARNING(s): Dark themes, Non-con, and a whole lot of SMUT!
A/N: Dark themes ahead. If you find these things disturbing I strongly advice that you skip this post. Thank you!
Y/N POVÂ
The night's cold breeze is crisp on my face as I stand outside the balcony thinking about how perfect my wedding tomorrow will be.Â
Nicky and I have been together since my parents started working for his parents. At first, I was reluctant to engage in a romantic relationship with him since in the eyes of society we were unfit for each other, but he was persistent and in the end, I let love win. I was even more thankful that his parents accepted me and my family with open arms despite our lowly status in life.Â
After years of being together, we are finally making it official tomorrow as husband and wife.Â
I just finished celebrating my bachelorette party earlier which was neatly organized by one of my soon-to-be mother-in-law, Agatha. While Nicky is having his bachelor's party with his set of friends.Â
Everything will be perfect, for sure nothing will go wrong.Â
"Excited?" I was pulled out from my thoughts when Agatha appeared by my side with a bottle of wine in hand.Â
For the record, I'm currently staying at Nicky's house. Both of his mothers insisted that I stay here before the wedding and I agreed.
"Yeah, I'm so excited to get married to Nicky!" I exclaimed excitedly.Â
Agatha gave me a chuckle before waving the wine bottle in front of my face.Â
"Good, then we better celebrate with this."Â
"Ummm... I don't want to be rude, but I'll have to decline. I don't drink alcohol, remember?"
Agatha rolled her eyes at me before she leaned in closer to my ear.Â
"Oh come on, sweetheart. That was different, this one we get to enjoy all to ourselves, and I think it's about time you try right? And it's not like we're gonna get wasted, you'll be fine tomorrow. I swear."Â
I suppose...Â
"O--okay then, but I'll only drink one glass.â
"One glass is enough" Agatha smiled at me mischievously before slightly pushing me inside the room.Â
I was a bit nervous about how she was acting, she seemed pushy. But I was fast to dismiss that thought as she filled our glasses with wine.Â
She gave me mine before sitting next to me on the sofa, only an arm's length away from each other.Â
"Go on" she urged playfully...Â
I swirled the wine in my glass slightly before carefully putting it to my lips and tentatively sipping the liquid. I found it delicious and very cooling.
âThis is delicious!"Â
"Yes, simple but very soothing. Finest wine you can ever have. But, you must drink deeply for the full effect."Â
I eagerly did as I was told, and Agatha seemed satisfied with this. Soon I was holding an empty glass. I had drained it and hadn't even noticed. The drink was that smooth. The only problem is that I found that I was still thirsty.Â
"Could I have another, please?" I asked, her eyes glinted with something dark from my request.Â
"I think that can be arranged."Â
Agatha was careful to replenish my glass whenever it emptied as we talked and talked into the night.Â
It was quite odd, no matter how much I drink I still feel thirsty.Â
I wondered if it was starting to affect me. I noticed that the room was becoming increasingly warm. Worse, I was finding my body becoming uncomfortably warm. My face was becoming flush. My heart was beating very fast and I was practically panting, my breath had gotten so fast. I was starting to sweat inside my clothes, too. My clothes were becoming very confining. How odd, I thought. It was supposed to be a chilly evening. But now, I desire nothing more than to get out of my clothes, then I would feel so much better.Â
"Have you and Nicholas done it yet?" Her question almost made me choke on my drink, her eyes never leaving mine.Â
Am I hearing this right? Does she mean th---Â
She slowly traced the rim of her wineglass while looking at me curiously, "What do you mean?" I asked.
"Did you have sex yet?"Â
Her question slightly took me aback but answered, nonetheless.Â
"N--no, we haven't. I'm still pure"Â
The moment I said pure, a shadow seems to pass on her features as the corner of her lips slightly lifted sinisterly, barely noticeable in the dark.Â
But I saw it...Â
She snickered under her breath as she slightly swirled the wine in her glass.Â
That's when I realized that she's never touched it. Not even a single drop.Â
She followed my gaze to her wine glass before catching mine. Slightly tilting her head, she then smiled knowingly.Â
She knows that I've noticed.Â
I was starting to feel uncomfortable from this so I decided that it was time to retire for the night. But when I stood up, I was immediately met by sudden dizziness making me sit back on the couch ungracefully.Â
It felt like my innards were being replaced by some kind of emptiness. I tried to stand again, desperate to leave this room. I swayed for just a moment before Agatha caught me. There was nothing I could do now, and as I slowly slumped sideways, she gently tugged on my shoulder, causing me to lie flat, with my head on her lap. Now all I could see was my fiance's mother smiling down at me⊠and the world went black.Â
_=_=_Â
How long I was out, Iâm not sure. I opened my eyes, and it took them a moment to adjust to the light.
Something was wrong.Â
My arms could not move, despite my best efforts, and the air felt rather cold on my skin. And when my eyes adjusted, I immediately saw why. My wrists had been secured firmly in two straps, on either side of my head. And the cool air on my skin was because I'm completely naked!Â
I tried to scream my lungs out, to shout for help, to do anything that might get me out of this situation. But the only thing that came out was a muffled sound. That has something to do with the gag placed over my mouth. But it did draw some attention to me because a figure suddenly appeared over my vulnerable form, and when it spoke, I heard the unmistakable voice of my fiance's mother.Â
"So, you're finally awake"Â
"I think before you try going off on one, I should probably introduce you to a bit of "context," I think you'd call it." She reached for the table next to her and picked up a remote. She turned on the TV that was positioned just above the bed I was strapped to. "Let's just say you might want to forget about struggling when I show you this video."Â
My confusion made me forget my anger, for a moment. But as the film started, and what I was watching became clear to me, my anger was replaced by shock and horror.Â
It was a video of me and my co-worker Tony, sitting in my office, and him kissing me. It had been a professional meet-up, he was showing me some files that we needed to sort out before the big presentation when out of the blue he just kissed me. I froze out of shock while his lips continued to press against mine but when I finally snapped out of it I immediately pushed him off me and gave him an ear-deafening slap on the face. But that wasn't shown in the film. It was just the kiss, making it look like I did it deliberately. I remembered him looking at me in pity like he was sorry for what he did. I didn't tell anyone about it, not even Nicky. And now my soon-to-be mother-in-law possesses proof of it.
But how? Why was there a video? Based on the angle I know it was filmed from a hidden camera. Was it done intentionally? For what reason?! Was she behind it?Â
If someone got hold of it, I wouldn't just get fired from fraternizing with a colleague. I would probably lose Nicky as well.Â
And that scared me shitless...Â
Agatha pressed another button, and the video switched off. She looked at my face, now starting to become tear-stained and the fear now plain for everyone to see. She smiled.Â
"I think that expression is a good one for you," she remarked. "It makes you look so sweet and innocent."Â
She leaned over and planted a kiss on my cheek. I tried to jerk away but couldn't. The kiss practically seared my skin like molten lava.Â
"Now that no one is going to disturb us, how about we get some fun done?"Â
Agatha then began to touch me, and that was when I started to squirm a little. She moved her arms around my body, rubbing it in a very erotic way. "Aww⊠such a nice body, pet! I can't help myself but touch myself thinking about you every day. And now, I can't help myself anymore." She put a hand on my knee and began to gently stroke my leg.Â
"What should I do first with your body?" She ran her finger on my smooth skin, before taking the gag off my mouth.Â
I gritted my teeth from both anger and sadness. "Why are you doing this?"Â
"Didn't I already tell you? I want your body to be mine! We are going to have so much fun, pet. And if you disobey me, I think you already know what will happen right? Not to mention, I can get both of your parents fired, tsk... that would be unfortunate"Â
A single tear ran on my cheek and Agatha kissed it, licking the drop. I know that I have no other choice but to let things happen. I have so much to lose if she doesn't get what she wants.Â
She moved around and brought our lips together in a violent kiss, forcing her tongue past my gritted teeth. She bit my bottom lip hard enough to earn a gasp, allowing her to move her tongue past the barrier.Â
The tongue quickly found its way around my mouth and explored every inch it could. In parallel to that, her hands moved around and groped my breast. She slightly massaged them and pinched the erected nipples. It was not that the events made me horny. It was the cold that made my body like that.Â
The kiss ended after a while, me being out of air while the older woman was looking crazier than before. She licked her lips another time before stripping her shirt, skirt, and underwear away. She moved and kneeled in front of my face, her warmth being right on top of my face. "Eat up!" She said in a commanding voice, but I hesitated. The woman gritted her teeth in anger and grabbed my hair. "I ordered you to eat up!" She forced my mouth to get in contact with her entrance.Â
Out of reflex, I attempted to close my mouth, but then felt a pair of forces crushing my head from both sides as her legs pressed me. The pain was enough to make me gasp. She took the opportunity to tighten her grip on my hair and pressed me harder.Â
"That's more like it!" She started to move her body up and down, making my juice splash on my face. "Now, get that tongue of yours to work baby" She ordered and once again tightened the grip, forcing me to obey her order.Â
I had to stick my tongue forward, forced to have a taste of the older woman. It was sweet and I can't stop myself from moaning from the taste of her. She also moaned at the feeling of my tongue inside her and moved faster until she cummed in my mouth.Â
Just as I was about to let go of a sigh, my left leg was lifted, Agathaâs right leg sliding under it. "It is not the end yet! I still have a lot of things I want to teach your body." She pushed her hip forward, making our center meet.
I can't help but admit that it started to feel so good. The pleasure coursing through my veins like a blast of adrenaline...Â
She repeated to thrush several more times, bringing our center together and making them part, and then collide again. She started to moan once again as I did the same, her hands starting to play with my breast, enjoying every contact through my body. Until my second orgasm was ripped from me this evening, followed by the beautiful temptress who laid on top of me while catching her breath from her release.Â
She looked down on me in complete amusement as I lay helplessly underneath her.Â
Agatha kissed the tip of my nose before sliding her warm body over me to reach something on the nightstand. When I saw what it was, my eyes grew wide as saucers...Â
Oh no... please no moreÂ
"P--please... I can't. It's too much"Â
I struggled with my bonds as I tried to pull myself away from her.Â
"Shhhh... I know you can. Just give mommy one more baby. I just need to taste you."Â
She settled herself in between my legs, parting them by force.Â
She reached between my legs and pushed something. The buzzing vibrator held against my clit sped up a notch, causing my back to arch. "Oh!" I gasped, head falling back. "Oh, ohâ"Â
Agatha cupped my left breast and mouthed at it, kissing and licking. I didn't know where to look but into her eyes, our foreheads practically touching on the pillow.Â
I'm not sure what possessed me at the moment but I was suddenly desperate to taste her lips.Â
"Kiss me," I begged. "Please..."Â
And she did. Soft and sweet, holding me to her. Tugging my lip with her teeth and stroking my back, my butt. She took hold of my legs, cupping the underside of my knees. Bringing my legs around her waist, she rocked against me, teasing my lip with her tongue.Â
I parted my lips for her, tasting her, sighing... Jolting when she tugged on my nipple. "Oh, ow, owieâ, please don'tâ"Â
I cried out with pleasure. This was so nice; it felt so good.Â
She smiled at me. âYouâve got the prettiest pussy Iâve ever seen, pet,â she said, reaching to touch me, pulling back the hood of my clit so she could rub me with her thumb. I shivered. âLook at this tiny clit. So fucking cute, and all mineâŠâÂ
She proceeded to slide down my body until she was face to face with my dripping warmth.Â
I gasped when she started to lick me and felt my stomach twitch, surprised and excited at Agathaâs eagerness to please me. I felt her tongue trace the outline of my lower lips and shuddered. A moment later, the older woman finally slid her tongue over my clit, and that's when I felt my walls clenching in a sudden spasm, screaming in pure pleasure for the third time. Due to the intensity, I blacked out.Â
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A groan left my lips when I woke up in the middle of the night with a sore body.Â
Slightly stretching, that's when I realized that I was no longer chained to the bed and I was all alone in the room.Â
Seeing this as an opportunity to get the hell outta here I immediately grabbed my clothes that were placed on the vanity chair before frantically dressing.Â
No longer caring if I was dressed right I immediately ran towards the door but stopped when it suddenly opened, revealing my fianceâs other mother, Rio Vidal dressed in her expensive suit.Â
"Ri-rio..."Â
"Sweethear, what are you doing here?" Rio asked as she curiously surveyed my disheveled form.Â
"Rio, you have to help me, please" I pleaded as I went closer to her.Â
"Why? What's wrong?" She asked as she gently held my arm.Â
"It's Aâagatha, she---"Â
"Hello, my love! You're home early," My words were cut off as Agatha appeared from the bathroom only covered by a plush purple robe. "It seems you caught our little bunny trying to hop away." She smiled devilishly...Â
Wha-what?Â
"Which is quite fortunate, I wouldn't want to miss out" Rio chuckled darkly. "But I'm very disappointed that you started without me, my love."Â
"Well, you were late. It's been so long since I wanted a taste of her. I lost all self-control the moment I had her in my grasp. But don't worry, I saved the best for you."Â
My eyes widened in realization and I felt my whole body shiver in fear as I heard the door's lock click. Locking me inside with two predators hungry for my young flesh...Â
Nonononono... this isn't happening...Â
Tears started to fall from my eyes as Agatha walked over to me, and Rioâs hand settled over my shoulders in a tight and almost painful hold.Â
Agatha looked down on me with a predatory grin before slowly tilting my chin with her finger to meet her eyes.Â
It was so dark and full of lust that it felt like I was about to drown in it.Â
"Do you know the real reason why we let our son be with someone as lowly as you? It's because the moment we saw you, we knew that we needed to have you. Our perfect little toy." My heart ached from her words. So after all this time, I was nothing but a fool.Â
"So here's what will happen from now on, you will get married to my son tomorrow and officially become part of our family. You will be a good wife to him and grant him the children he desires. But behind closed doors, you will become our pretty little pet and cater to our needs. Do you understand?" I nodded weakly.
"But the most important thing is... Nicky must never know about this little arrangement of ours. This secret will stay with you until you reach your grave, or else... I'm pretty sure you are aware of the power that we hold Y/N, if you go against us, we will destroy you and your loved ones. Do I make myself clear?" Her grip on my chin tightened, emphasizing how serious she was.Â
"Ye-yes" I stuttered through gritted teeth.Â
Agatha's eyes moved from behind me as Rio pressed her lips to my ear as she whispered...Â
"If you behave like a good little girl for us, we will reward you with anything you desire, aside from your freedom of course."Â
"Since that's all settled then, I think it's time for the main event"Â
"Wh-what would that be?" I fearfully asked.Â
Agatha smiled at me before leaning in close, her lips almost touching mine.Â
"We're going to take your virginity baby"
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Good Old Fashioned Lover Girl (rockstar!agatha x fan!reader)
[minors don't interact, 18+]
pairing: rockstar!daddy!agatha x fan!sub!reader
summary: You find yourself in the bed of the one and only Agatha Harkness, the lead singer of your all time favourite band.
content warnings: drug use in build up, shameful daddy kink, gagging, slapping, praise and degradation, slut shaming, spit play, fingering, cunnilingus, semi-public sex, choking, strap sex, throat fucking, spanking (minimal), power imbalance considering reader is a fan, only read if you wanna be railed by rockstar agatha
word count: 10k, sorry but it is shameful smut, I'm ovulating <3
You could hardly believe the night youâd had as you walked the streets alone at midnight. The concert youâd just been to was the best youâd ever been to, the lights blazing hot and harsh against the smoke that filled the room, neon halos on top of each member of the band's head. The Coven had been your favourite band for years, so when you found yourself in the middle of the heaving crowd, your brain half-euphoric, you could hardly believe who was standing in front of you.Â
Agatha Harkness stood centre stage, as she always did, owning the space with the kind of effortless power that seemed too raw, too real to be anything but magic. The Coven had made a name for themselves in the music industry, their sound something darker, more visceral than any other youâd heard and at the heart of it was her.Â
She was wearing another version of the same outfit she always wore, her hair wild and untamed, nothing but a black headband around her forehead. She didnât just sing, she commanded, snarling lyrics into the mic that she grasped with such intensity. Her voice had a honey gravel to it, carrying a rough edge that cut right through you.Â
After a while, your brain still awestruck as you found yourself at the doors of a dive bar not too far from the venue. This place looked like it had been standing here forever, soaked in beer from the outside, and stale smoke encompassing the inside. The wallpaper was peeling, faded posters from bands that had long since faded away hung over the top.Â
The bar was small and dimly lit, just a few lowlights casting a dull amber glow over worn out tables and booths. A jukebox sat in the corner, glowing softly, though it was clear nobody had bothered to feed it quarters in a long time. Behind the bar, a bored looking man with a cigarette between his fingers was polishing glasses with a rag that looked as though it might be dirtier than the glasses themselves. The air was thick with the scent of old leather, cigarettes, and spilled whiskey, mixed with the indefinable mustiness that clung to the room.Â
In one corner, a small group of regulars huddled over their drinks, murmuring quietly to each other, their faces shadowed and weathered. So you decide to slide onto a stool at the bar, ordering a drink and letting the strange, comforting grime of the place settle around you. It wasnât at all glamorous, but it was real, a welcome change from the chaos of the concert. The drink was cheap, but strong, and as you took a sip the buzzing in your brain started again. Youâd taken everything you had at the concert but now you looked around eagerly in an attempt to see anyone doing any type of drug that you could befriend just to continue your high.Â
That was when you saw her.Â
You didnât think it would happen, nowhere near a place like this, a dive tucked away from the spotlight, a world removed from the stage. But there she was: Agatha, who took centre stage even here, as if the universe had conspired this moment itself. She was perched on the edge of a booth in the corner, surrounded by a shifting circle of friends, hangers-on, industry types, all vying for her attention as she leaned back, one arm slung over the seat like she owned the entire bar.Â
A glass dangled from her fingers, half filled with something dark, and her other held a cigarette, a thin wisp of smoke curling up toward the ceiling. She looked utterly magnetic, her hair still tousled from the stage, her eyes sharp as she surveyed the room through half lidded eyes. You couldnât help staring, even though you knew you should look away. You could see the way her eyes flickered to the small folded up bill tucked in the palm of her hand. It was all too subtle, like a well worn habit, but you noticed. She unrolled it slowly, taking the time to expertly cut the line on the table, the sharp scent of it lingering in the air to you even from across the room.Â
You zip up your jacket, hiding the Coven logo branded across your chest, but you feel your gaze stray back to her again and again, like a pull that you couldnât resist. She seemed to glow in the low, smoky light. You watched her lean forward slightly, legs still spread, the sharp click on the lighter cutting through the noise as she held up the rolled up bill to her nose, inhaling deeply. Her eyes fluttered closed for a moment, a brief moment of bliss, before she straightened back up, licking her lips with a satisfied smile. Even in this rough dimly lit bar, she looked untouchable, like she could have the entire world if she wanted it.Â
As she looked up again, her eyes met yours across the room and you felt your face go warm, the thrill and panic hitting all at once, as if youâd been laid bare under her piercing gaze. You quickly looked down, pretending to focus on your drink, and took a long, shaky sip, hoping to drown the strange tension in your chest. Even as you stared at the scratched surface of the bar, you could feel her eyes on you, lingering like heat on your skin. You laughed at your situation, before downing the rest of your drink, slamming the empty glass against the bar and waving at the bartender once more.Â
âWhiskey, rocks.â You say, but somehow, impossibly, she was there beside you, moving so smoothly that you didnât realise it until she was close enough that you could feel her presence, like a dark star drawing you into her orbit. You felt one of her hands pressed firmly against the small of your back, a strong, grounding touch that made you catch your breath, while the other reached up to signal to the bartender.Â
âAll her drinks are on my tab.â She drawled, her voice rich and low, a quiet command that made it clear she was used to getting what she wanted.Â
âYou donât have to do that.â You protest, swallowing deeply at the way her fingers pressed just a little too hard into your back, possessive in a way that made your pulse race. She turned toward you, and there was a smirk playing at the corner of her lips, a knowing glint in her eye.
She raised an eyebrow, her smirk deepening, clearly amused by your protest. âOh, but I insist,â she murmured, leaning in close enough that her breath grazed your cheek, warm and tinged with whiskey and something sweeter. âItâs the least I can do for a fan.â Her gaze flickered down, lingering on the way you fidgeted with the hem of your jacket, the subtle nerves you were trying so hard to mask.
âFan? Who says Iâm a fan?â You tried for nonchalance, but the way her hand lingered against your back made it hard to focus, like she was rooting you in place with the barest of touches.
Agatha chuckled, a low, velvet sound that seemed to resonate through you. âDonât play coy,â she teased, her eyes glinting with a mix of mischief and challenge. âItâs adorable, but it doesnât suit you.â Her gaze slipped down your form, slowly, her eyes dragging over every detail. Her fingers pressed a little harder, her thumb tracing a lazy circle over the small of your back, sending a shiver up your spine.
You tried to play it cool, shrugging one shoulder, but your heart was pounding. âI didnât realise you were so charitable,â you shot back, lifting your glass and taking a steadying sip, hoping the whiskey would help ground you, help steady the thrill building in your chest.
She laughed softly, a flash of teeth in that knowing smirk of hers. âOnly to the ones who catch my eye,â she replied, her voice dipped in honey, slow and deliberate. She let her gaze linger on you a beat too long, making her meaning unmistakable. âAnd you, well youâve been looking at me all night, havenât you?â
You felt your cheeks flush, caught off guard by her directness. âMaybe,â you replied, trying to sound casual, but the way she was looking at you made it impossible to keep up the facade. âOr maybe youâre just used to people looking.â
âTrue,â she admitted with a shrug, her hand sliding from your back to the bar beside you, her presence enveloping you as she leaned in. Her face was close, her voice barely a murmur. âBut I donât usually notice them.â She let that hang in the air, a faint smirk playing at her lips as her eyes drifted down to your mouth, just for a heartbeat, before flicking back to meet your gaze.Â
The air between you was thick, electric, and you had to steady yourself, gripping your glass tighter. âSo whatâs someone like you doing in a place like this?â you asked, tipping your head toward the dive barâs worn booths and the crowd that was beginning to dissipate, leaving the two of you in a quiet, unspoken bubble.
She shrugged, glancing around with a lazy, amused smile, as though the place were her personal playground. âI like the grime,â she said, her fingers idly tapping the bar. âItâs real. Cuts through the polish.â She tilted her head, studying you like you were part of her scenery, something curious and worth examining. âBesides,â she added, âI thought Iâd find something interesting here tonight.â
âSomething interesting?â you echoed, and she nodded, her eyes never leaving yours.
âOr maybe,â she purred, her voice soft and edged with challenge, âsomeone interesting.â
She was close enough now that you could feel the faint warmth of her skin, smell the lingering scent of her perfume mixed with smoke. You swallowed, barely able to hold her gaze, feeling like you were teetering on the edge of something dangerous and thrilling. She reached for her own drink, her fingers brushing against yours for just a moment, her touch electric.
âCome sit with me,â she said, tipping her head toward the booth in the corner where a glass, a small mirror, and a familiar rolled-up bill waited. Her invitation was as much a challenge as it was a command.
Your breath caught as she turned, her fingers slipping from your back in a way that left you feeling almost cold without her touch. But you didnât hesitate. Her gaze stayed locked on you, even as she made her way to the booth, the air between you thick with anticipation. You could feel every eye in the bar turn as you followed her, but Agatha walked as if she was born to be watched. Heads turned; glances lingered, but she was utterly unfazed, her attention fully on you as she slid into the dark leather seat.
The booth was tucked in a shadowy corner, half hidden from the rest of the bar. You slid in across from her, feeling the cracked leather beneath your fingers as you settled in. She leaned back, one arm draped casually along the boothâs edge, her fingers tapping a slow rhythm as she watched you. The tension in the air thickened, like a coiled spring, and you couldnât help but feel like you were in a game you didnât quite know the rules to.
She reached for the mirror on the table, her movements smooth, practised, almost mesmerising. With a practised flick of her wrist, she cut a line, her fingers graceful and sure. She caught your gaze as she leaned down, taking her time, her eyes glinting with something wild as she inhaled. The scene felt surreal, like you were suspended between reality and some hazy dream, the sounds of the bar fading as she lifted her head, exhaling with a slow smile.
âYou want one?â she asked, gesturing to the mirror, her voice low and edged with mischief.
You hesitated for a beat, but then nodded, feeling the adrenaline humming in your veins. You werenât about to back down now, not with her eyes fixed on you like that, daring you to take the plunge. She slid the mirror toward you, a hint of approval in her gaze as you leaned forward, your heartbeat pounding in your ears. You took the line, feeling the sharp rush as it coursed through you, heightening everything, the smoky lights, the hum of the bar, the way her gaze seemed to burn into you.
âNot bad,â she murmured, her smirk widening, clearly satisfied as she watched you settle back, your senses tingling from the rush.
Conversation drifted between you, each exchange a slow burn, full of glances that lingered too long, subtle touches that seemed to spark against your skin. Her fingers grazed yours as she reached for her drink, her knee pressing against yours under the table, each point of contact like a flicker of static. The intensity in her gaze never wavered, her eyes dancing with amusement every time you tried to play it cool.
At some point, her hand slipped over yours on the table, her fingers tracing lazy circles along your knuckles, the touch so subtle it was almost maddening. You could feel yourself leaning closer, caught up in the gravitational pull between you, until her face was inches from yours. Her thumb brushed over your hand, her eyes flicking down to your mouth, and you barely had a second to react before she closed the space between you, her lips pressing against yours in a kiss that was anything but gentle.
It was fierce, almost desperate, her mouth hot and demanding, like sheâd been holding back until now. You felt a rush of vulnerability, exposed and yet anchored by her touch. Her fingers tightened over yours as she deepened the kiss, her other hand sliding to the back of your neck, grabbing a fistful of your hair and yanking your head backwards as she took your bottom lip between your teeth. The world blurred, the sounds and lights of the bar fading into nothing, leaving just the heat of her mouth and the taste of her lingering on your lips.Â
When she finally pulled back, her lips hovered just above yours, her breath warm against your skin. She looked at you with a raw intensity, her fingers slipping down to the collar of your jacket.Â
âCome with me, pet.â She growls into your ear, her voice a quiet demand that leaves no room for argument.Â
âIâm not your pet, and Iâm not just going to go anywhere-â
âNow, last chance.â She smirked into your lips as the pads of her fingers graze the skin of your throat.
Your heart pounded as she helped you off the booth by your hips, leading you down the narrow hallway to the back of the bar, her hand firm around yours, fingers intertwined as if she couldnât risk letting you slip away. She pushed open the bathroom door, pulling you inside and locking it behind her with a decisive click.
In the small, dim space, the air felt even more charged, thick with the weight of everything that had gone unsaid. She pressed you against the wall, her fingers tracing along your collar, slipping down to your jacketâs zipper. She looked up at you, her eyes dark and unyielding, a smirk playing at her lips as she began to tug it down, slowly, drawing out every inch.
The moment the zipper gave way, her eyes flicked down, catching sight of the faded band logo on the shirt beneath. She froze, her expression flickering between surprise and satisfaction, her fingers tracing over the familiar emblem. Her gaze lifted, and a grin spread across her face, filled with a mix of pride and something darker, a glint of triumph in her eyes.
âSo, you really are a fan,â she whispered, her voice thick with amusement, as she leaned in, her lips brushing your ear. âI like that. So you really will do whatever I want hm?â
Her words curled around you, low and smoky, settling over you with a teasing weight. You swallowed, your pulse racing as she traced the band logo with her fingertips, a lazy, possessive touch that sent a shiver down your spine. She was so close, every breath she took brushing warm against your neck, her fingers just hovering there, making it clear that she was savouring every second of this reveal.
Her smirk deepened, eyes locked on yours, searching for that flicker of hesitation that never came. You could feel yourself melting into her, caught up in the heady mixture of her touch and her scent, the unmistakable pull she seemed to have over you. âYou donât mind, do you?â she murmured, her voice a velvet-soft purr that seemed to echo in the dim, tiled room.
You felt the words catch in your throat, but the defiance flickered in your gaze for a brief moment, just enough to make her laugh softly, a dark, satisfied sound that only pulled you further under her spell. She let her fingers slide up to your shoulder, resting there with a possessiveness that made it impossible to pull away even if you wanted to.
"Good," she whispered, her lips tracing a feather-light line down to the side of your jaw. "Because I don't intend to be gentle."
âI donât like it gentle.â You smirk, feeling the confidence hit you as her hands roamed your clothed skin. This seemed to rile Agatha up to the highest degree, her hand grasping your jaw, tilting your head roughly upwards, her thumb pressing against your bottom lip before her lips collided with yours again, her hands obsessed with wrapping themselves in your hair and pulling you about and into the positions she wanted your mouth in.Â
She angled your head to just the right position, her lips moving against yours with a confidence that left no room for hesitation. Every motion was a reminder of exactly who was in control, and somehow, that only made your pulse race harder.
The roughness of her touch sent a thrill through you, her nails grazing your scalp as she pulled you even closer, moulding you to her with an urgency that left you dizzy. The cool tile pressed against your back, grounding you, a sharp contrast to the heat building between you. Her thumb swept over your bottom lip again, lingering there for a tantalising moment before she deepened the kiss, taking exactly what she wanted. You felt her smile against your mouth, a sly, knowing curve, as though she was savouring every bit of control she held over you.
When she finally pulled back, her eyes roamed over you, dark and pleased, her lips curled in that signature smirk. "Thereâs a good little girl," she murmured, her voice low and taunting, her gaze raking over you like she was cataloguing every response, every tell. Her fingers stayed buried in your hair, keeping you close, her eyes searching yours, relishing in the effect she had on you.
"Not so cocky now, are you?" she teased, her voice edged with satisfaction as she took in your slightly dazed expression. "Letâs see if youâre still this bold by the time Iâm done with you."
âPlease Agatha.â You couldnât believe those words were tumbling from messy lips as your chin covered in her saliva, the way she kissed was rougher than anything youâd ever experienced before and each brush of her lips against your neck sent chills to your core and you could feel your arousal pooling at the cloth of your sheer underwear.
Agathaâs smirk widened, her eyes glinting with wicked amusement as she ran her thumb over your swollen lower lip, silencing any further plea with a dark satisfaction. âBegging already?â she murmured, her voice a low, sultry taunt that only made the heat pooling in your core throb harder. Her grip on you was firm, unyielding, her fingers tangling through your hair with a control that left you feeling both held and exposed. She tilted your head back slightly, her lips grazing your neck in maddening, fleeting touches, each one calculated, leaving you breathless.
âPatience,â she whispered, dragging her thumb down over your chin, tracing a line through the glisten of her own lingering kiss. âI need to know what Iâm working with.â Her lips ghosted over your collarbone, her hands roaming, exploring, as if mapping out every sensitive inch with deliberate care. Each press of her fingers was possessive, each touch purposeful, a silent reminder of the control she had over you.
You swallowed, chest heaving, trying to keep up with her pace, her confidence, the edge in her gaze that promised you were just getting started. She seemed to drink in your reactions, her smirk only deepening as her lips moved back up to your ear, her breath hot against your skin.
âYou donât disappoint so far,â she purred, her voice low, wicked, as her fingers traced over the thin fabric clinging to your hips, teasing just enough to make you ache for more. âBut letâs see if you can keep up with me, hmm?â
âI can, I will.â Your voice is laced with desperation, her lips cutting you off again, the burning sensation that spread across your entire body as she pressed you harder into the wall.
âSo desperate to please, youâre ticking all the boxes.â Agatha hums, her lips grazing your ear lobe before biting down hard, eliciting a sharp moan from your lips as your head falls back against the tiles, âSuch pretty noises, god you might be perfect.â Even that allowed for another moan to fall from your lips.
A dark, satisfied glint lit up Agathaâs gaze as she took in every sound, every tremble that escaped you. Her teeth dragged down the curve of your neck, marking her path with enough force to make your breath hitch, as if staking her claim on each inch of your skin. The pressure of her body kept you pressed against the wall, her hands never leaving you, roaming with a practised assurance that left no room for doubt, she knew exactly the effect she was having on you.
She pulled back just enough to watch your reaction, the intensity in her eyes searing into you. Her fingers traced slow, tantalising circles over the thin barrier of fabric at your hips, her smirk widening as she watched you bite your lip, barely able to stifle another moan. âI think I quite like you like this,â she murmured, her voice a velvet drawl, âall needy, waiting on me.â
Her lips found yours again, rough and consuming, a heady mix of possession and challenge as if daring you to keep up with her relentless pace. The kiss left you dizzy, her hands tightening around you, pulling you in closer until there was nothing between you but the heat and tension building with every breath.
âTell me,â she whispered, her tone teasing, her thumb pressing firmly against your jaw to hold you there, âhow long have you thought about this, hmm? Standing there in my crowd, wishing you were closer, wishing you could have this?â Her words were low and knowing, stoking the fire that was already blazing through you, her mouth grazing the edge of your jaw, her breath warm against your skin.
She didnât need you to answer. The truth was written all over you, and from the look in her eyes, she was revelling in every moment of watching you unravel. âOn your knees pet, now.âÂ
Her eyes held yours, sharp and unwavering, a quiet but unmistakable demand as her fingers traced down your jaw, guiding you downward with a touch that was both gentle and unrelenting. Heart pounding, you sank to your knees, feeling the rough tile beneath you as Agathaâs smirk deepened, satisfaction flickering across her face like sheâd been waiting for this moment all night.
She took her time, savouring each second, watching with dark amusement as you settled, as though you were exactly where sheâd intended you to be all along. Her hand stayed on your jaw, firm but caressing, fingers brushing your skin in a way that sent a shiver down your spine. Her thumb traced your cheek, slow and deliberate, her gaze warm with both pride and anticipation.
âThere we go,â she murmured, her voice a low hum that washed over you, making you feel completely at her mercy. She tilted her head, studying you like a masterpiece she was in the midst of creating, her smirk widening as she took in your flushed cheeks, the way you looked up at her, completely caught in her orbit.
âYou look good like this,â she mused, her thumb brushing over your bottom lip, her fingers tilting your head up just enough to meet her gaze. âDesperate, willing, exactly as I imagined.â Her eyes glittered with satisfaction, and she leaned down, her lips ghosting over yours in a barely-there kiss, keeping you aching for more. âNow,â she whispered, a wicked glint in her eye as she leaned back, âshow me just how much of a fan you really are.â As she said this, her fingers were unbuckling the gold belt that kept her flowing trousers up.Â
You decided to take some initiative, your hands reaching up the back of her thighs, grabbing her ass with two firm handfuls before slowly pulling her trousers down her legs, placing kisses along the length of her skin, your hands trembling as she stepped out of the leg holes.Â
Her smirk deepened as she watched you, clearly relishing every moment of control and every tremor that ran through your fingers as you traced her skin. The dim light cast shadows over her, adding to her untouchable aura, but here she was, letting you peel away the layers. Your lips brushed her thigh, feather-light, trailing upward as you took your time, savouring the feel of her beneath your hands. She hummed in approval, a low, satisfied sound that sent a thrill through you, her fingers tangling into your hair to guide you exactly where she wanted.
She pressed herself against you, one leg between your knees, steadying you with a possessive hand at the nape of your neck. Her grip tightened, firm yet teasing, as though she were testing your resolve, testing just how far youâd go to please her. Each kiss, each touch, seemed to stoke the fire between you both, her gaze dark and knowing as you looked up at her, taking in the raw, magnetic presence that she commanded so effortlessly.
âKeep going,â she murmured, her voice low, dripping with authority, as she looked down at you with that signature smirk. âShow me that youâre worth taking home.â The words were laced with challenge, her tone daring, yet there was an undeniable hint of satisfaction in her eyes, as if sheâd known all along youâd be here, right in her hands.Â
In the rush of her impatience, she pulled her lilac underwear down, stepping out of them and putting them in her pocket, pressing her leg between yours, putting pressure against the heat of your core in a gesture of getting you to hurry up. You looked up at her cunt, your hand reaching up to touch her but she batted your hand away, grabbing your hair and pushing your face towards her. You obliged immediately, the grip she had within your hair way too strong to disobey her.Â
You sweeped your tongue through her folds, sliding gracefully across her glistening skin, with the first contact her grip tightened in your hair and you moaned deeply into her cunt as she placed her other leg over your shoulder, allowing for you to get the best angle. You couldnât help but devour her, the clear view of her pussy reacting to every breath you took near her, lying your flat tongue against her entire slit, feeling her hips slip underneath you, finally gaining a level of contact that made her weak in the knees.Â
Her light groans against your tongue quickened as you dragged your tongue from her entrance, encircling her clit with sharp strokes that made her grip tighten as you heard a thump from where her other hand fell against the wall, holding herself up. You took her clit between your lips, sucking gently which made her gasp in a way that surprised even Agatha herself.Â
You were eagerly watching and feeling for her body to react positively to each new way you swiped your tongue against her clit, wanting to remember how you made her tremble beneath your mouth. You wanted to know what made her grip your hair tighter, more desperate for your tongue to drive her into that desperate release that you didnât think she was expecting from a bar goer that sheâd dragged into the bathroom.Â
Her hips started to grind against your tongue, her low groans sometimes slipping into sharp moans, but once you hardened your muscle against her clit, she groaned a list of expletives for anyone in the entire bar to hear that sent a rush of arousal to your already dripping core. The way her leg was wrapped around your body, gripping your body closer to her cunt, not letting you pull away even if you wanted to. Â
You continued your movements and there she was, moans tumbling from her lips as her climax reached its peak, her breathy groans forcing you to push away the feeling of your jaw beginning to clamp up, but there was no way you were going to stop now with her hips uncontrollably bucking against your mouth, her arousal lacing your lips and seeping in against your tastebuds.Â
You continued light gentle circles until Agatha removed her leg that was tightly wrapped around you. She looked down at you, her eyes saying everything without her needing to speak a word. You knew you looked irresistible to her, she wasnât expecting you to make her cum in the bar's bathroom, you got the feeling she wanted to humiliate you when you couldnât, but you showed her. Her thumb stroked your lip, your face covered in her glistening arousal. She prised your lips open, allowing a long string of saliva to fall from her lips and land against your worked out tongue. You immediately swallowed, your mouth still open and she couldnât help but smirk down at you.Â
âWell youâre an experienced whore arenât you.â She said and your immediate nod told her everything she needed to know, she needed to take you home. She grabbed her trousers off the floor, slipping back inside of them quickly, grabbing you by your hair and guiding you off your knees. She captured you in another kiss, âYouâre coming with me, I need to use you like you deserve.â You whined into Agathaâs lips, nodding desperately as you could feel your own arousal leaking from your underwear. âYouâd like that wouldnât you pet.âÂ
âPlease Agatha.â That was all you needed to say, she pinched your hardened nipple that had suddenly arisen through your Coven t-shirt and you groaned in desperation as she led you out of the bathroom and immediately out of the bar.Â
As soon as the cool night air hits you, the taste of Agatha still on your lips as her driver turns the corner and stops right in front of you. The car was massive, its sleek black exterior gleaming under the dim street lights as the door swung open. Agathaâs driver gave a polite nod, allowing you to step inside. The interior was everything youâd expect, rich leather seats, polished wood accents, and soft lighting that gave the whole cabin a warm, intimate glow.
Agathaâs presence was magnetic as she followed you into the car, closing the door behind her with a quiet click. She slid into the seat next to you, her hand resting briefly on your leg before she reached for the partition, smoothly lowering it with a subtle press of a button. The carâs low hum enveloped you both in a private space, shutting out the outside world.
She leaned back, her eyes glinting with amusement as she studied you. âComfy?â Her voice was smooth, like velvet, making your skin tingle.
You nodded, trying to calm the rush of emotions swirling inside you. Agathaâs presence was overwhelming, and being this close, in the intimate confines of the car, only made everything feel more intense.
The car began to move and Agatha lent forward, shutting the divider between your section and the drivers, unclicking your seatbelt with a chuckle. âCome sit on Daddyâs lap.â You swallow in shock at the title sheâd crowned herself, not that you were complaining. You shuffle off of your seat, straddling over her lap, burying your face in the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent. She smelt like smoke covered in vanilla, a smell that you couldnât help but need.Â
You were wearing a short black skirt, your Coven t-shirt still on show, now directly in Agathaâs eyeline as her hands fell to your bare thighs. You arched your back into her touch as you kept your head against her shoulder. You could feel how desperate you were, your legs being spread over her lap constantly reminding you of how your arousal was dripping down your thighs.Â
âI need you Daddy.â You whimper into her ear, sucking lightly against her earlobe. You were trying to pull on every one of her strings, youâd imagined this moment in your head for years, ever since you heard her first song. You never thought youâd ever be sitting on her lap in the back of her car, so you werenât going to pass up on the opportunity.Â
âOh I know you do, pet.â Agatha grins, her palm cupping your clothed cunt, licking her bottom lip at the damp fabric. You whimper at the slight contact, unconsciously grinding your hips against her hand. âBehave.â You comply, stilling your hips and allowing for her finger to push your underwear to the side, just the tip of her finger grazing your arousal. She isnât prepared to do much more, just gently allowing your arousal to seep into her skin, letting you get used to not getting what you want.Â
After a few more minutes of relentless teasing, the car pulls up to the entrance of her estate. The mansion looms in front of you, a towering structure bathed in soft light, the large windows reflecting the night sky. The grand, wrought-iron gates open slowly, and the driver steers the car down the long, winding driveway.Â
âYou have a beautiful house.â You say, awestruck at the sight of it.Â
âThank you,â Agatha replies, her voice as cool and controlled as always, though thereâs a flicker of pride in her eyes. She watches you with a knowing expression. â I take care of it, and those who walk through its doors.â
The car stops at the front steps, and as the engine quiets, you can hear the sound of crickets in the distance, adding an eerie but peaceful touch to the atmosphere. Youâre still trying to process the vastness of the estate, the grandeur of the houseâits stone pillars, the delicate arches of the windows, and the perfectly manicured gardens that line the path.
Before you can say another word, the door opens, and Agatha steps out of the car, her coat billowing around her. She doesnât look back, but her posture is commanding, as though she knows exactly how youâre looking at her.
âYou coming?â she asks, her voice low and smooth.
You quickly follow her, stepping out onto the cold marble steps, your breath visible in the night air. Agatha walks ahead, her heels clicking on the stone as she leads you to the massive oak doors. The faint scent of something floral lingers in the air as she opens the door with a practised ease, and the interior of her home is revealed.
Rich tapestries hang from the walls, the faint glow of candlelight illuminating the elegant furniture, casting shadows that dance across the room. Itâs opulent, but in a way that feels lived-in, comfortable, inviting.
She turns to face you as she closes the door behind you, her lips curling into a slow, amused smile. Agatha steps toward you, her heels clicking sharply against the floor as she stops just in front of you. The temperature seems to rise just slightly, the intensity of her gaze holding you captive. She lifts a hand, brushing a stray lock of hair from your face, her fingers grazing your skin with a touch that feels like it could set you alight.
"This way," she murmurs, her voice smooth, yet carrying a subtle authority. She walks toward the door at the far end of the hallway, her heels clicking softly against the floor before she opens it with a graceful motion.
The room she reveals is everything you'd expect and more, a serene, almost ethereal space. The soft, golden light from a chandelier above illuminates the room, casting warm shadows across the floor and highlighting the luxurious details of the décor. The walls are lined with plush velvet curtains in deep, rich tones, and the polished wood floors gleam beneath the thick, patterned rug that stretches across the room.
In the centre of it all stands a grand four-poster bed, its towering wooden pillars reaching toward the ceiling. The bed is draped in luxurious linens, plush, silken sheets in shades of deep cream and gold that shimmer slightly in the soft lighting. The canopy above is sheer, cascading down in delicate folds, adding an almost dreamlike quality to the space. The posts are intricately carved, their designs subtle but elegant, giving the bed an air of grandeur without being overwhelming.
A large vanity mirror stands across from the bed, its surface covered with a scattering of perfume bottles, fine brushes, and a few other personal items. Agatha stands by the window for a moment, her figure framed by the soft light pouring in from outside. Then, with a slight glance over her shoulder, she turns to face you, her lips curling into a slow, confident smile.
"Make yourself at home," she says, her voice laced with both invitation and command. You try to listen to her order, perching yourself on the bed. âBy that I mean strip.â The soft light from the window creates a halo around her, enhancing her presence as she stands across from you.
Thereâs no mistaking the implication in her voice. She watches as you slowly take in the room, the elegance of it, the softness of the bed beneath you, yet the quiet authority in her gaze makes you feel almost like an open book.
You hesitate for only a moment before standing, feeling the subtle weight of her eyes as you begin to unbutton your jacket, the fabric slipping from your shoulders. Each movement seems deliberate, and yet, there's a strange sense of freedom in it as you follow her quiet, unspoken guidance.
Agatha watches you silently, her eyes never leaving yours as she steps closer, the distance between you two narrowing. She reaches out, her hand brushing against your arm lightly, the touch almost reassuring in its gentleness, yet it carries an unspoken promise that makes your heart race just a little faster.
"Relax," she murmurs, as her presence seems to fill the room even more, her every movement calm, but purposeful.
You glance back at her, a slight tension still present in the air, but there's an unspoken understanding that whatever this moment brings, it's going to be entirely on her terms. And somehow, that feels just right.
âLet me help you.â Agathaâs voice is low, almost like a murmur, but it carries weight, pulling your attention completely. She steps closer, the subtle click of her heels on the floor the only sound in the otherwise quiet room. Her presence fills the space, each step deliberate, each movement calculated, yet graceful. You canât help but be drawn to her, the way she commands the room without a word.
She stops just in front of you, her eyes locking onto yours, searching, reading you with an intensity that sends a shiver down your spine. Her hand lifts slowly, fingers brushing lightly against your wrist, as if testing your reaction. Her touch is soft but firm, a clear signal that sheâs in control, but sheâs patient, letting you decide how to respond.
"Let me help you," she repeats, her words steady and calm, but there's an underlying edge to them, a subtle demand you canât ignore. She unbuttons your skirt, yanking it down quickly, leaving you in nothing but the band tee and your soaked underwear, a sight that was making Agatha drool all over you.Â
You cross your arms over your shirt, reaching the hem before trying to reach it over your head. She stops you, grabbing your wrists. You cock your eyebrow at her refusal to remove her band's logo from your chest. âYou want me to keep it on?â
She holds your wrists firmly, her eyes never leaving yours. The air between you feels charged, thick with unspoken words and a subtle challenge. Her grip is forceful, just enough to let you know she's in control. Her lips curl into a slight smile, almost teasing, as if sheâs waiting for you to respond.
"Is that a problem?" she asks, her tone soft but with an edge that makes you wonder if she's testing your limits.
You stand there, caught between defiance and curiosity, feeling her presence loom larger with every passing second. You shake your head, her grip on your wrists never loosening. You look up at her, knowingly allowing your desperation to seep through your pupils as they lock with hers.Â
âCome on, you've got work to do.â She smirks at you, laughing in the face of your desperation to be touched by her.
âWhat work?â You ask, eyebrows furrowed, not quite getting on the same wavelength as the older rockstar.Â
âWhat work?â She mocked, her finger tracing your jaw, âYou give me another orgasm and Iâll fuck you, make you cry, work you out until youâre begging me to stop.â She orders and you gulp in nervous anticipation.Â
âI can do that for you.â You say, silence falling again and for a moment she expected you to turn and run away, but you didnât. You stayed still, wanting so desperately to please her.Â
âGood, câmon then pet.â She gets herself on the bed, trousers removed in the process, her shirt unbuttoned allowing you to see the outline of her cleavage. She rested her back against the headboard and you werenât prepared to waste any time.Â
You shifted yourself across the bed, kneeling down in front of her. For the first time she wasnât looking at you but instead straight in front of her. In curiosity, you turn to see what she was looking at, to which you saw the reflection of your ass in the mirror that she was looking directly into. You turn and purposefully arch your back lower so she could get a better view.Â
Your lips gravitate back towards her inner thighs, her underwear had already been removed in the bar bathroom, but she wasnât appreciative of your teasing judging by her hand on your head. In response, your tongue grazed her clit and a moan left her lips as you looked back up at her.  Â
âThat's a good girl, show Daddy how good that tongue of yours is.â She orders through panting breaths as you hum against her cunt, making her squirm slightly beneath your mouth. You were determined to make her cum quicker than before, one hand slipping between your body and hers as you spread her lips apart giving yourself more room to work with. Her moan that escaped was much louder this time, a sound that was doing nothing but doubling the arousal between your own legs.Â
âYouâre getting Daddy close, pretty girl.âÂ
âAlready, god I must be really impressing you.â You smirk against her folds and she delivers a quick and sharp slap to your ass, making your body fall against her.Â
âThree strikes and youâre done.â She warns, your whimper ricocheting around the room, her spank leaving a harsh bright red mark.Â
You were gasping desperately against her pussy, the vibrations of your humming rippling through her body as you could feel all the muscles touching you tense. This was a moment of confidence surging through you as you continued to move your tongue in the same tangled circles that were driving her crazy beneath you. You began to make sloppier movements with your tongue, allowing her to hear the way your tongue moved gracefully against her folds.Â
âOh fuck baby, youâre gonna make me-â She curses, a hand flying into your hair, gripping tightly as she grinded down on your face as her orgasm ripped harshly through her body, her entire body convulsing beneath you.
It didnât take her long to recover, she pulled your head up and admired your skin, glistening with her arousal and it was a picture perfect image that was forever branded in her brain. You hum into a gentle kiss, her lips gently touching yours in an attempt to not remove any of her fluids from your face, wanting to see you drowning in her wetness. She brings her hand up to the base of your throat, grasping around you tightly making you dizzy as she swipes her tongue against yours.Â
âPlease can I give you one more.â You plead, wanting to touch her with your fingers, desperate to see how the woman would fold beneath your touch. There was a slight selfishness to your begging, knowing that you would get exactly what you wanted if you showed her the respect she so desperately wanted to see from you.Â
She laid herself back down, pulling you around her body, your chest resting on her arm with one leg hooked over hers as you pushed her legs apart with your foot. âSuch a people pleaser hm?â Agatha quizzed, but not complaining, she was usually happy enough to not receive anything, but from someone who could bring her to orgasm so quickly, she wasnât going to pass it by.Â
âI just want to please you.â You say, a faux innocent smile on your face as your fingers carefully brushed against her clit. She whimpered with sensitivity but you carried on with your movements, but her pussy was dripping, coating your fingers with natural lubricant before you moved her shirt out of the way, allowing your tongue to carefully circle her nipple until it hardened against your mouth.Â
As you began to make wide circles around her clit with your two fingers, she shifted her arm so it was stretched just enough to be able to brush your clit every time you grind your hips at the correct angle. It was like fireworks inside of you so you began to suck against her nipple, quickening and narrowing the circles you made with your fingers around her clit but soon enough she matched your movements.Â
You let out a whimpery moan, desperate for so much more than she was giving you, yet the contact alone interrupted your movements against her clit. She slapped your ass again. âSecond strike sweetheart, focus on your Daddy.â You nod at her words, knowing you had to carry on. It didnât take too much longer before her hips began to buck when you sped up your circles.Â
Her breathing laboured as you sucked the other nipple between your teeth, you spare hand playing with the other, overstimulating her in the best way possible as she started to grind down on your fingers.Â
âYou want me to cum again baby?âÂ
You nod, her nipple still loosely placed between your lips as she added another finger worth of pressure to your clit, mirroring exactly what youâd done to her. âYes,â You gasp, âPlease.â
The sound of your broken panting voice, whimpers tumbling from your lips made everything too much and she couldnât help herself as her second orgasm fiercly crashed through her body, growling at the sensation as she let go of you, her back arching away from your relentless touch. Â
She stilled your hand as she recovered, looking desperately into your eyes and you could feel her domineering persona washing straight back over her as she yanked your shirt from your abdomen, chucking it onto the floor by the bed. She hungrily attacked your breasts with her mouth, making you moan desperately at the sudden contact.Â
âYou did such a good job,â She smiles, âLooking so pretty while you did it too, that deserves a reward only good enough for whores like you.â With that, she flips you over her body, planting your back against the mattress with an insane level of strength that you didnât expect. She wasnât planning on wasting any time, needing to taste you as you glistened directly in her eye line. âGod youâre already so wet, I donât think I even need to warm you up for my cock huh.â
You gasped at her words, but before they processed her tongue licked one long stroke up your clit, before replacing it with her fingers, circling your clit with one hand, the other trailing around your quivering opening.Â
You were nothing but desperate, aching for the feeling of her inside of you, but she repeatedly teased you with circles around your entrance, until eventually, she slipped them in, just one at first, gently stretching you out with her expert, well practised hands.Â
âTaste yourself on my fingers pet.â She demanded and Agathaâs fingers pressed in and out of you, gathering enough of your arousal to place in your open mouth, but she didnât. You watched her eagerly as she sucked you from her own fingers, prying your jaw open with her other hand and spitting your arousal from her mouth, holding your mouth open and continuing to spit against your tongue, knowing your skill from earlier you swallowed as much as you could, but you were still left with a mix of Agathaâs saliva and your arousal dripping down your chin.Â
She couldnât help but groan at the sight of you, before she slid her fingers down your throat until you choked against her, saliva bubbling from your mouth now. She continued to fuck your throat until you were a spluttering mess. Her lips pressed against yours now, her soaked fingers sliding between your folds as your entrance begged for them inside of you, and you took them so much easier now.Â
She pumped her fingers relentlessly inside of you, her thumb finding your clit and rubbing it aggressively, stretching you out and you couldnât help but squirm and moan against her hold, but she kept you still. âYou sound so pretty, Daddy needs to fuck you now.â She demanded, pulling her fingers from you and you couldnât help but feel fucked out already, but you werenât giving in now.Â
âPlay with yourself while I put this on.â She orders, shuffling over and reaching for the strap which she kept in her bedside drawer. You could barely see it, but you could tell it was way bigger than you were used to, but you werenât surprised in the slightest. One that matched the size of her enormous ego.Â
You did as she said, pressing two fingers against your clit, carefully applying pressure that didnât match up to the way Agatha made you feel, but watching her pull her legs through the harness you couldnât help but squirm and moan as you waited in anticipation.Â
âShow me that pretty pussy baby.â She hummed as she turned around, the sheer size of the nine inch dildo attached to her waist making you moan let alone her words. Your hands spread your cunt apart right in front of her. She crawled up to you on her knees until she was between your legs, the position allowing her to tease you, dragging the head of her dick through your wet folds, watching as your body prepared for her.Â
She locked eyes with you before she slid straight inside of you, gasping at the feeling of every inch of her forcing its way into your entrance, purposefully making you feel every single centimetre of her cock as it pushed you closer and closer to the edge.Â
âOh fuck Agatha.â You whined, her hands spreading your thighs further apart, her strokes becoming deeper as she aimed to hit every spot inside of you. You couldnât stop the whiney gasps and high pitched pornographic moans that were escaping your lips. You wrapped your legs around her, pulling her into you, leaving her flush against your sweat painted skin.Â
âAw youâre so wet for Daddy arenât you.â You nod in response, actually you donât stop nodding as she pulls out of you, rubbing the head against your aching clit, before pushing herself back into you quickly, pinning your waist against the mattress and pounding into you. You couldnât take much more of her thrusts, each one hasher than the last, something which you didnât think was possible but she proved you wrong with every buck of her hips.Â
You grip onto her shoulders, arching your back off the bed so you could press your chest against hers. This allowed her to draw messy circles around your clit and it was like she could feel you clenching around her cock.Â
âDaddy, Iâm gonna-â
âNo youâre not.â She commands, pulling out of you and spinning you round by your hips, pressing your head into the mattress, moulding you into the position she wanted you in. âYouâre mine, pet, you take what I give you and you cum when I ask you to.â Her voice was a continuous growl as one hand gripped your waist, the other spreading you apart before she spat against your entrance before pushing her cock back inside of you.Â
This angle changed everything, your moans jumbled into the duvet as you felt your body being forcefully moved with every rapid thrust, her rhythm never faltering once.Â
âPlease Daddy, I need to cum.â You beg, turning your head so she could hear your pleas more clearly. Her relentless thrusting of her hips had you so close to the edge and you knew you couldnât hold it anymore. Just as your cunt clenched around her dick, she could see it in your body language.Â
âCum now on my cock you fucking slut.â You did exactly that, your hands gripping against the covers as Agatha refused to slow down her pace. Your orgasm coursed through you harder than any youâd ever felt before, your moans became screams against each pounding thrust she delivered into your dripping, aching cunt. With a string of expletives and breathy moans you fell flat against the mattress, whining as you felt the emptiness consume you as Agatha pulled out of you.Â
âAgatha, that was something else.â You spoke, your eyes only just opening from how hard theyâd scrunched shut at the peak of your climax. When your eyes opened, the strap was hovering over your mouth, your arousal glistening in front of your face.Â
âYouâve got to clean Daddy up, look at all the mess your slutty hole has made.â You moaned at the deep husk in her voice as you did nothing but open your mouth as wide as you could, allowing Agatha to guide her cock into your mouth, only the head was filling you up to the back of your throat. You began to suck, holding the base between your hands, not letting Agatha thrust her hips into your mouth. You let it go deeper, but not as much as Agatha wanted.Â
âYou can do better than that, I thought you wanted to be my little cock whore.â Agatha teased and you opened your throat as wide as you could, thrusting your own head into the length of her cock, allowing her to harshy thrust into your choking and spluttering mouth. Her nails deep into your scalp now, as you started coughing she went easy on you, slowly pulling out of your throat as your head fell back in sheer tiredness.Â
âOh sweet girl, you did such a good job.â Agatha praises, loosening the harness and tossing it towards the end of the bed, reminding herself to deal with it after sheâd given you the praise you deserved.Â
âIâve never been fucked like that in my life.â You admit honestly.Â
âDidnât seem like it.â Agatha teased before she pulled your naked body into a deep embrace, her body cocooning you between hers. âIâm joking, I only perform best for my fans.â
âOh shut up Agatha.â You laugh, the reminder of who she actually was came flooding back to you and you couldnât help but feel the flush of scarlet red beam at your cheeks.Â
âWell youâre the prettiest little fan Iâve ever had the honour of fucking.â
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Hey, can you write something for Agatha Harkness? I love her. Yandere/Dark! Agatha Harkness x reader, reader is summoned to be part of Agatha's coven and Agatha grows obsessed with reader after becoming her friend and feeling a connection. Thank you đ©·
Of course, also Iâm very sorry that this took so long!
a/n: slight au where the road is real/Rio has no presence.
Agatha and Teen had approached you asking for your assistance in walking The Road. Laughing in their face at the absurdity, âThe Road is a myth.â
Even if it wasnât, it was a death trap. Many stories from your mother and her coven about The Road have passed your ears. Every witch, with the exemption of Agatha Harkness, lost their lives trying the reach the end. Youâve felt inadequate as a witch, unable to resonate with a coven of your own. Even though youâd love to have that sister and companionships youâve done well enough without them.
Teen droned on as you walked away from them. Only stopping in your tracks when Agatha chimed in talking about forming her own coven. A lesson drilled into your brain since the day you were born resounded within: Agatha Harkness is not to be trusted. Turning around you regarded them both, warily. Awkwardly handing you a card Teen expressed that heâd hope to see you there.
Contemplation weighed heavy on your mind the rest of the day. The possibility of finding a coven was tantalizingly, but youâd have to suffer through the proximity of Agatha and the other witches she convened. Deciding the end outweighs everything else you make your way to Agathaâs house in Westview.
Agatha kept a close focus on you the moment you made your presence known in her home. Her eye constantly shifting to you as you sung your part of The Ballad. Youâre voice is beautiful she thought, like a bird singing its morning song.
After pairing with Agatha in the first trial you notice Agatha gradually getting close to you. Thankful that you had her as an anchor in your hallucination, you doing that same for her. Taking the opportunities to know more about you, realizing sheâs slow to open up about herself. Rightfully so, since much of the air is still tense with distrust around her. She seemed genuine when she asked about you, making small gestures to be sure your safe- keeping you close to her, guiding your steps so you donât trip. Her hands softly brushing over you from time to time.
After losing Alice, your distrust cemented again. Insisting that she couldnât control it, you strayed away from her. Agatha lets you go, not without keeping close eye on you. Watching you gravitate towards Lilia, Agatha internally seethes.
Liliaâs words of wisdom and talks about her travels brought you solace. It was a devastating experience to see Lilia close the Iron Maiden, locking herself in the trial room. Screaming her name, pounding on the door the tears rushed down your face. Agatha had to drag you away and calm you down, Teen staying behind to comfort Jen.
âLilia, no. How could she?â You could help but sob at the loss of her. Falling to your knees, your face in your hands.
âThereâs nothing we couldâve done.â Agatha rests her hand in your shoulder, lightly squeezing it. Wiping your tears, you stood up brushing yourself off.
âStay with me. I want- no need you by my side.â Agathaâs voice firmed, âYou need someone to take care of you.â
âNo I donât. You think Iâm weak donât you?â Your face twists in irritation.
âThatâs not what Iâm saying.â Her fists clenching and unclenching.
âThen what exactly are you saying, Agatha?â You exasperated, throwing your hands up.
âIn certain situations I can protect you. Thatâs all I want to do, darling.â She reached out to you, retracting her hands when you stepped away.
âI can protect myself. Weâre almost at the end.â You walk back to gather Jen and teen, leaving Agatha alone.
Slipping into your shoes everything goes black until slit of light appears, revealing Agatha pulling you out of a body bag, âItâs alright dear. Itâs just the last trial.â Observing Jen unbind herself and Teen find a body for his brother, your hope shrunk as they disappeared from the trial room.
You remained silent as Agatha grieved, planting something in the ground. You rested beside her as she cried, rubbing circles on her back. Humming a small tune you watched the lights go out by the second; attempting to make peace that this might be the end.
Agathaâs gasp caused you to look down where you saw a dandelion growing from the soil. As the ceiling started crashing down Agatha pulled you up from the floor, guiding you to the door. Coming out of the trial room you both find yourselves in Agathaâs backyard, Teen and Jen waiting for you both. Teen offered Agatha some of his power only is she doesnât take all of it.
Watching Jen and Teen leave, you stared in thought. The Road was a waste. You didnât find your coven, the one that Agatha conjured up dropped like flies. Back to square one with a heavy heart in your chest. A soft grip on your wrist pulled you out your bleak thoughts, but you didnât face her.
âYou think The Road didnât give you what you needed, but it did. Youâre just too stubborn to see it. The companionship you crave so much, you donât a coven⊠you just need me.â Agathaâs pupils turned purple as your mind grew hazy, struggling for clarity.
âShhâŠdonât fight it, darling. Iâve got you.â Agathaâs honeyed voice rang through vividly. Holding you tight against her chest, Agatha pressed her fingers closer to your temple, âI failed to protect someone once, I wonât let the same happen to you.â
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hey! lemme just say first that I love your Agatha fics, it's so on character <3 I read your fic the other night and I can't stop thinking about it. Is there part 2 for 'Why are you here'? If there will be, I was thinking if you could put how Reader went to Agatha's house that night and she (Agatha) fulfilled her promise to her by fucking her in different positions until she's overstimulated. and then she breeds her full of her cum just because she's possessive :D
You Came
Pairing: Agatha Harkness x Maximoff!Reader
Word Count: 2238
Warnings: Smut, Legal age gap, Dom!Agatha, Sub!Reader, Enchanted Strap, Cum Strap, Breeding, Degrading, Possessive!Agatha, Blow Jobs, Rough sex, Dark!Agatha at the end, Overstimulation, Dacryphilia, Slight bondage, Squirting, Marking.
Pt 1, Pt 3, Pt 4, Pt 5
A/n: I had enjoyment of writing this. Of course while writing I had the thought of Agatha having darker ulterior motives but like she still wants Reader either way. Just a bit of a motivation to have them.
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The window squeaks as it slides open. You grimace at the noise hoping that no one heard you. The darkness and silence around you leads you to let out a breath that you didnât know you were holding. You carefully climb out the window, your foot catching on the window seal before you face plant into the ground. Your hands going out trying to catch you but failing miserably. âSon of a bitch.â You groan as you get up and dust yourself off. Youâre thankful that after the commotion earlier in the day your mom as she profusely apologized used her magic to heal you. She normally never did that but she felt so guilty for being the one to cause you pain that she made an exception. You know she never meant to hurt you so all was forgiven, but now you're sneaking out to meet up with a woman that your mom despises.Â
You look around making sure that no one heard you yet again. Sneaking out past the front window. You can see your mom the glow of the tv in the dark room illuminating her sleeping face. You feel bad for sneaking out to meet Agatha but the woman is so enticing. You shake the thoughts away as you make your way next door.Â
You raise your hand balling it into a fist ready to knock on the door when it swings open. You gasp in surprise at the much older woman standing in front of you wearing nothing but a lace lingerie set. You frantically look back behind you turning your head in multiple directions scared someone will see. Your head whips back to the woman a smirk on her lips as her hand is planted on the edge of the door. âWhat the fuck do you think your doing?â You whisper scream at Agatha. She grabs the collar of your shirt, balling her fist there and pulls you in, shutting the door behind you before pressing you against it. Her hand snaking around your neck and squeezing. âWho do you think you're talking to like that little girl? Hmm did your mother never teach you manners? Donât worry bunny, I'll teach you.â You canât help the whimper that slips past your lips.Â
Agatha licks her lips. Your wide eyed innocent look is driving her insane. She canât wait to destroy you. She pushes you down to the ground hard. Your kneeâs connecting with the hardwood floors causing you to whimper from the pain. Sure that you will have bruises there later. You look up to the woman confusion crossing your face as a sinister grin spreads across her. Purple swirls around the both of you before a strap appears around her hips slapping you in the face. Your clothes are also gone in an instant. You blush a deep red trying to cover your body but Agatha has no part of that. Your hands are instantly bound behind your back purple magic wrapped around them tightly.Â
Arousal starts to coat your thighs as Agatha takes her strap in her hand, jerking it a bit and moaning before slapping it against your cheek a few times. âI want you to suck my cock. Put that dirty mouth to good use.â You open your mouth to talk back but instead Agatha shoves her strap down your throat causing you to gag. When she moans it that is when you realize that the strap is enchanted. You can feel it pulsing in your throat as you look up at the woman with tears in your eyes.Â
Agathaâs hand cups your cheek wiping away the tears that fall. âSo pretty when you cry.â She thrust the strap in and out of your throat. Her hand moving from your cheek up to your hair. Gripping harshly and pulling you all the way down on her cock. Your gags fill the room as more tears fall down your face. She leaves you there for what seems like forever before pulling you off. You cough, catching your breath. But she only gives you a short amount of time before she is back to fucking your throat with her strap. The only sounds in the room are of your gags and her moans. âFuck if your throat feels like this I canât wait to fuck your pussy.â She groans her hips already become more erratic the longer she thrust.Â
Arousal drips out of you, your thighs coated as it slowly drips to the floor. Your mind is already turning to mush as the woman uses you. Her hips are jerking and you think she is about to cum but then her hips come to a stop. Pulling you off of her and pulling you up by your hair. You whimper as your scalp stings her grip tight. Youâre soon face to face with the woman but not for long. She waves the restraints away and pushes you back against the door. Her hands moving to the back of your thighs signaling for you to jump. You do as she wants she catches you as you wrap your legs around her waist and she pushes you further into the door. Your chest slightly heaving as your still trying to catch your breath from the brutal throat fucking.Â
âGod, you're already dripping all over me. Are you so much of a whore that fucking your throat gets you off?â Agathaâs words are condescending. âI-â She cuts you off as she thrust her strap into your waiting hole. You let out a loud moan as she sheaths herself in you. âMmm fuck.â You groan, your head falling back on the door. She starts a hard and face pace pounding into you. Your mind goes blank as the only thoughts in your head are of her. Her name is already falling from your lips like a chant.Â
You hate how embarrassingly fast she is building you up. Perfectly angeling her hips hitting that spot deep inside you as her fingers dig into your hips. Her lips move to meet your neck leaving her mark behind as she pounds into you. You know you will be covered by the end of this. Nipping and sucking along her neck and chest. âPlease.â You whimper out the only word your brain can form. âPlease what bunny?â She smirks against your skin. She knows exactly what you want but why not toy with you a little more.Â
You struggle to find the words. Her hips jackhammering into you erratically and you can tell she is just as close as you are with your walls clamping around her tightly. âPl-please wanna cum.â You have more tears in your eyes. You try and look down at the woman begging with your tear stained face. Your arms wrapped around her back as your nails dig in leaving angry red lines in their wake.Â
âCum with me.â Agatha pecks your lips. With a few more thrust her hips stutter and you can feel a warm sticky fluid filling you up. You cry out as it triggers your own orgasm. Coating her strap in your juices as she continues to fuck into you. But she doesnât stop there she continues to pound into you intent on keeping her promise to show you just how much she can make you cum. âOh fuck!â You gasp. Her hips continue to drill into you faster if that was even possible.Â
Agatha kissing your neck and mumbling against your skin. âThis pretty little pussy is mine. No one can have you. No one can touch you, not even you. You understand me, little girl?â She grunts with every thrust. You shake your head, pleasure clouding your mind as your second orgasm nears. âIâm going to fill this pussy over and over again. All mine.â She is like an animal claiming her prey as she bites down hard on your neck. You cry out in a mix of pleasure and pain. Your orgasm unexpectedly washing over you as you cum again all over her strap. Your body arching, pressing your chest against hers as your legs shake around her waist. If she wasnât holding you against the door you know you would be on the floor. She moans, feeling you cum again following soon after. âMine. My little breeding bitch.â Her fingers dug in more.
You expect Agatha to slow down but she doesnât. She continues her pace. Youâve lost count of how many orgasms you have had. Your neck and chest marked with reddish purple marks, bruises forming on your hips and thighs and she relentlessly fucks you. Your cheeks are tear stained and youâve become a drooling whimpering mess. She fills you up again but this time when youâve come down her hips still leaning her forehead against your shoulder. Both of you panting heavily and bodies glistening with sweat. You have no idea how she is still holding you up like this but you're too dumbed down to really care.Â
When your breathing finally evens out a bit she shifts causing you to whimper. You're so overstimulated as the strap still buried inside of you moves. âToo much.â More tears stream down your face. But you can see a flicker of desire and that primal need to fill you once again.Â
Agatha carries you over to the back of the couch. Her strap slips out, making you whimper more. She places you down and your legs would have given out if it werenât for her hold on your waist. She quickly turns you around pushing your upper body over the back of the couch. âNo more.â You whimper out. âCome on, bunny, just one more for me. I need to make sure you're full of me.â Her fingers trace your red puffy pussy all of your combined juices leaking out down your legs. You squirm at her actions. Your body is telling you no but your mind is begging for more. Just like she knew you would. âOkay.â Your weak voice comes out.Â
That is all Agatha needs to shove her strap back into your hole. Still somehow so tight even after all the orgasms she has pulled out of you. She pulls your hands behind your back holding onto your wrist using them as leverage to pound into you. Youâre both so sensitive that your orgasms are building quickly. She leans over still rutting into you and whispers in your ear. âWhat would mommy dearest think seeing her little girl getting fucked into oblivion but her enemy. What if I get you pregnant with my child? Poor mommy would be so mad, wouldnât she?â Your mind reels at her words you love your mom more than anything and would never want to do anything to hurt her. But in this moment you feel so good and fucked out that all you can do is nod.Â
Agatha darkly chuckles as she stands back up her hips already jerking as she comes close to filling you up again. If her spell works right you will be pregnant with her child by the end of the night. She will get her revenge on Wanda and destroy her perfect little family. Smirking at the thought of how your mother will react when she finds out you're pregnant and when she finds out just who the other parent is. Her thrust becomes rougher and digging her nails into the skin of your wrist. Her plan unfolding perfectly with as she fucks into you. So pretty and perfect the perfect puzzle piece to her plan. But even after this she thinks she will keep you. You're too perfect and pliable to let go to waist on some stupid girl.Â
Agathaâs free hand reaches under your body, snaking her fingers down to your swollen clit. Pressing into it hard and pinching. You cry out form her actions but you push back none the less, helping to fuck yourself back on her strap. The pleasure is borderline painful as you become way too overstimulated. You canât hold out much longer as Agatha toys with your clit pounding into your soaked pussy. A mix of whimpers and moans leaving your lips as grunts leave Agathaâs.Â
All at once your body shakes under her. Your walls are squeezing her strap tight as you cum hard. Squirting everywhere making a mess of yourself and Agatha. She moans as your cum squirts out of you, vigorously pounding into you and circling your clit until she is emptying her load into you. Black spots start to invade your vision as Agatha rides you both through your highs. Soon the spots expand and your vision goes black and your body goes limp under her. Agatha slows to a stop before pulling out of your still spasming hole. Taking a minute to admire the cum leaking out of your gaping hole.Â
Agatha picks up your limp body moving around the couch and laying you down. With a flick of her wrist you're cleaned up and so is she. She leaves your form naked admiring her handy work. She leans down next to your sleeping body. Placing her hand gently on your stomach, magic flowing through her fingers. She smiles when she feels it. Her plan worked. Youâre pregnant with her child. She leans down kissing your head as her thumb rubs gently over your stomach. Youâre now hers forever.Â
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Tainted love: Dark!Wanda Maximoff x fem!reader/Agatha Harkness/Agnes x fem!reader
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Pairing:Â Alright so this starts as a Dark!Wanda Maximoff x reader and then it turns to be Agatha Harkness x reader (I really like the idea of Agatha helping and saving reader)
Based on the cover songsTainted love by Holy Wars and Hannah PeelÂŽs cover of the same song
Summary:Â YouÂŽre living an unhappy marriage with Wanda and your neighbor Agnes decides to help you to get away from the person who makes you suffer.
Warnings:Â Toxic relationship, angst, Wanda maintains you captive inside Westview, mentions of kidnapping, Wanda manipulates and alters readerÂŽs memory, gaslighting, mentions of blood.
Word count:Â 12k+
AuthorÂŽs note:Â This was one of the first stories I wrote three years ago, I had posted them on Tumblr on my old account, but due to my mental health, I had to take a break from Tumblr and the toxicity and hate that had suddenly increased, I deleted all of my stories and my old account, now I have decided to upload them again here on Tumblr and also on Ao3.
I hope you like it!
If you enjoy, could you comment, like or reblog? it would help a lot really â„ïž
Taglist: @midnight-lestrange @eliscannotdance
 Sometimes I feel Iâve got to
âPrintsessa you donÂŽt have to worry about anything! YouÂŽre fine here with me, whatÂŽs outside doesnÂŽt matter to us, thereÂŽs nothing important outside!â You remembered Wanda hissing at you all of those words, but you didnÂŽt understand why it felt like a dream, as if it wasnÂŽt real, you were sure she had yelled at you the day before today but then, why it felt as if you had dreamt about it, the memory was a little blurry but you could remember her frustrated face, was it real? If it was, why were you discussing about? You couldnât tell.
You couldnât remember what had happened yesterday, had you gone out for some groceries? Had you gone to DottieÂŽs place? Why you couldnât remember?
You sat up in your bed, and more questions came to your mind, at what time had you gone to sleep yesterday? Why you couldnât remember simple things like that? You started to feel frustrated and tried to focus on your mind, what were all of these images of Wanda and you discussing?
âWhy do you want to go outside so bad? Here you have everything you need, IÂŽm giving you everything you want, I donÂŽt understand why you want to leave, it doesnât make sense to me!â Was this a memory? Have you dreamt about it? Wanda would never yell at you right? She wouldnât never yell at you; she had told you that many times, you repeated yourself in your mind.
âPrintsessa? Are you alright?â You heard Wanda asking beside you, you felt her hand passing around your waist
âI donÂŽt knowâ You said while closing your eyes.
âAre you having nightmares again, my love?â You frowned
âNightmares?â You asked with a confused look on your face
âYes, donÂŽt you remember? YouÂŽve been having nightmares for the past days, you always wake up in the middle of the night, and I have to calm you, did you have nightmares again?â Wanda was really concerned, so they were just nightmares? That had to be.
But why were you doubting? You believed her right? She couldnât be lying, could she?
âI donât remember having them, but-â Wanda suddenly moved herself to get closer to you and her sudden action made you feel scared, unconsciously you moved to the side and you blinked, why had you done that? You werenât scared of her, then why did you do it?
You could see the hurt in her eyes, and you couldnât help but feel bad, you had wanted to touch her hand to say something, but you felt there was something wrong, you couldnât shake the feeling off.
âI can make them go away if you want lyubimaya moyaâ You saw the worried look on your wifeÂŽs face, there was something missing in the way she spoke, her soft tone was still there but you couldnât tell what was missing, it felt different, and you felt frustrated, why couldnât you remember anything from the other days? You only had some glimpses of some things, but you werenât even sure if they were memories, dreams or nightmares.
âNo!â You hastily said, you were surprised with your own behavior, why were you suddenly feeling so afraid of her magic?
âCan I hold you?â Looking at her face the only thing you saw was sadness, but why? You felt the need to let her hold you and rest your head on her chest but there was this part of you, a voice in the back of your head that told you to stay away, but you didnât get why, she was your wife, you didnât have to be afraid of your own wife.
Deciding to ignore that unnerving feeling in your heart, you slowly nodded and Wanda started to come closer to you, this time she did it slower, her hands up in the air as if she was letting you know she wouldnât do anything to you, oddly her action made you feel a lot more comfortable about what she was doing, she passed her hand around your waist, her grip was soft but firm at the same time, you started to relax in her arms and slowly you pressed your head onto her chest, for a moment you felt calmed again, you felt the love she promised you, the heat of her body against yours made you remember of how a home felt.
âIÂŽm really sorry printsessa, I just want us to be happy, but you donÂŽt let me help you, I will make these nightmares go away, nothing will ever make you feel this way, I just want you to be happyâ Before you could separate yourself from her, her grip around you became stronger, it wasnât soft anymore, you could feel her hand on your waist, holding you tightly against her but in a harsh way, you wanted her to stop holding you so harsh but she was stronger, before you could do something else she put her fingers on your temple, you couldnât do anything else, closing your eyes you felt unconscious in her arms.
Wanda held your unconscious body against her, she hated doing this to you, but the real memories were messing with the fake ones she had put in your mind, she couldnât lose you, no one more time, she was not going to let that happen, you had been gone for so long and now that she had you back, she was not planning on letting you go, after all you were alright with her, nothing could hurt you anymore.
âIÂŽm doing this to you because I love you y/n, youÂŽre safe here with me, just with me, I would never hurt youâ Wanda whispered into your ear, her eyes closed, her grip on you started to become softer and with her free hand softly caressed your face, Wanda hoped you would understand why she was doing this, it was all for you.
Get away from the pain
 You woke up to an empty bed, where was Wanda? Frowning you stood up from your bed, you couldnât help but feel as if you had already woken up hours ago, was it in the morning or in the middle of the night? Or maybe you just hadnât slept well, and that was why you felt so sore.
Maybe taking a shower would help to ease the pain in your head, your headache was growing and you just wanted to lay back in bed again, but you felt as if you had already slept for many hours, you really didnât want to go back to bed.
Physically you felt exhausted, the constant headaches were awful and the tiredness you felt almost all the time was unbearable, you wanted to go out to do something else, but at the same time you didnât feel like going out.
This made you feel conflicted you just wanted the pain to stop, but you didnât know how.
You were supposed to be happy; you were sharing your life with Wanda, you were her wife she had given you everything you had asked for, a family, you were living peacefully with her, but then why you felt so miserable? It made no sense at all, you felt so alone in this big house, there were so many rooms and you felt like every single thing hid something inside them.
A piece of paper on your nightstand distracted you from your thoughts, you knew it had been Wanda the one who left the small paper, taking it into your hands you saw WandaÂŽs handwriting, she had gone out again, this time she told you it was something about her job? Last time it had been something about a committee, it was alright, you started to relax a little but, why? You missed her terribly but at the same time there was this part of you that made you want to get away from her, she had never yelled at you or hit you, but whenever she was close to you, the way her hand gripped you a little too harsh, the way she told you everything would be alright, made you feel a little uncomfortable, there was a memory of her in your mind, a memory of a loving Wanda who used to hold you against her chest, singing Sokovian lullabies into your ear when you were afraid, her touch used to be soft, now her touch was severe.
A bunch of new thoughts started to come to your mind, Wanda said they were nightmares, but were they really nightmares? You tried to focus on these thoughts, how her behavior had changed, all the little things that she now did, you remembered she had always been a jealous person, but her new possessiveness scared you.
If she saw you talking to someone, she would get so jealous, so jealous that you even feared her reaction.
What she used to do was what made you stop talking to everyone who was just being nice to you, you didnât understand her harsh tone against the others, but what made you feel more confused was that the others didnât mind Wanda talking to them the way she did, like that time when Dottie had asked you how your days had been going at the supermarket, you were sure Wanda was on the other side of the store, she had told you she would go check for some fruit and you wandered around, you bumped into Dottie near the cereals isle, Dottie only asked you a simple question and before you could even answer, Wanda appeared out of nowhere, telling Dottie to go bother someone else, that she was not in the mood to deal with her, your wife didnât even give Dottie time to explain herself, you couldnât even hear a word Dottie said, because your angry wife took your wrist with such an angry and harsh grip, guiding you to the entrance, you didnât even buy anything! Â
Wanda dragged you to your house, all the way to your home she didnât say anything to you, you felt so scared to even talk to her, Wanda didnât notice she was hurting you, you tried taking her hand off you but that only made her angrier.
You blinked several times, here there were those memories again, at this point you were pretty sure they were memories, but when had they happened? You just wanted to know what was going on, Wanda told you that she loved you, but why it didnât feel like that anymore?
Trying to ignore all of these thoughts you decided to go for a walk, now that Wanda wasnât at your home, you had the chance to go out without her constant surveillance, maybe you could even talk to someone other than just your wife, it didnât matter who, you just needed someone else to talk about anything, at this point you didnât even care what it could be, you even wished you could find Dottie to just hear her talking about her meetings.
After changing your clothes, you went downstairs, looking around everything you felt there was something so strange about this house, and you couldnât even put your finger on what it was, you felt awful, frustrated, you couldnât even remember many things, and this only made you feel worse.
Going outside your house you notice how everything was so nice, the day was really pretty, the sun wasnât too bright and the wind was refreshening, it was good to be outside, you didnât even remember when was the last time you had been outside alone, it felt like it had been days since you were on your own here outside.
Walking through the streets you noticed there wasnât anyone outside, what was going on? Why nobody was in the streets? Not even Dottie was in her garden, there werenât children playing in the street, how was that even possible? You tried to think If the other times when Wanda and you had gone for a walk, there were people a lot of people for what you could recall, you even went to some houses to try to see if there were people in there, but you couldnât see anything, and fear took over you, your lips started to tremble, everything was quiet and you found the silence unsettling, there was definitely something odd happening, after some more minutes of wandering alone through the solitary street and with your pounding heart you decided to walk back to your house.
âY/n sweetheart?â A voice distracted you from your thoughts, you turned yourself around too look at the person who had called you.
 âAgnes!?â You exclaimed with a happy tone, you were happy to see someone else, and Agnes was a gentle person to you, so you felt really happy to see her
"Thanks youâre here, it seems like youâre the only person around hereâ You said, with your voice trembling a little.
Agnes noticed your agitated state and felt concerned about you, you were really upset and she could see it, the way you were constantly rubbing your hands against your clothes, the way you were looking your surroundings as if you were afraid of something appearing, she was sure it was because Wanda wasnât near this place, she was sure Wanda had gone to the limits that was why no one here was moving, but she didnât want to scare you or upset you more.
âOh darling it may be because itâs Sunday and everyone must be watching that show that airs on Sundaysâ She tried to reassure you with a smile on her face, her answer seemed to calm you a little bit because you stopped biting your lip as well as you stopped turning your head to look at your surroundings, your shoulders also seemed to relax a little more, and that made her feel a little calm, she didnât like seeing you in such a distressed state.
You thought a little about her answer and it made sense to you, you remember that show that Wanda liked to watch on Sundays, but another thought came to your head, if it was Sunday then why Wanda had told you she had left for something related to work?
âIsnât Wanda with you?â Agnes noticed how you shook your head a little at the mention on her name
âSheâs not home, she left for-â You thought a little about whether was right to tell her or not, Agnes wasnât a bad person, you couldnât remember interacting a lot of her, but at the same time you felt you had already talk to her many times, she made you feel calm, her presence was recomforting and there was this feeling that made you trust in her.
âShe left for something related to workâ You saw how Agnes frowned at that.
It didnât make sense to her, Wanda didnât even work? She was going to ask you more things but the way you looked, she felt bad, you looked too tired and the sadness and you had in your eyes, she couldnât see you like this, it was clear you were suffering.
âWould you like to come home with me? You can help me with a new recipe Iâve been wanting to try for some time dollâ She softly asked you and you liked the idea, you really wanted to do something else so you nodded, you saw the way she smiled and you smiled too, she waited for you to start to walk and the two of you walked side by side, arriving at her house she opened the door for you and a quick memory of Wanda opening a door for you in a complete different place came to your mind, you blinked a little, what had been that?
âAre you alright sweetheart?â Agnes noticed how your expression changed for a confused one.
âIâm alrightâ you told her in a rush and she let you in, you slowly entered and you felt different, it was a different feeling to be inside her house.
Agatha knew you werenât alright, she knew what Wanda was doing, she knew everyone else was under WandaÂŽs mind control, but why would she do it to the person the red-head was supposed to love? Her first plan had been to take Wandaâs powers, but now her plans had changed, she wanted to take your suffering away, she had tried to wake you up many other times, using her powers and it didnât work, Wandaâs powers were really strong, the only thing that could wake you up was that you went outside Westview, but she knew Wanda wouldnât let you do that, so she had to think of something else. She needed to do it quickly you were really suffering and she was sure Wandaâs magic had started to mess with your head, you didnât know what was real and what wasnât. For now, she could only try to make you feel a little better. She had to try to make you feel a little happy in all this messed up situation.
âAlright doll, so wanna start with the fun?â She asked you with her cheerful tone.
âSure, yes, I love cookies, I want to help you bake them, where do we start?â You asked her trying to ignore the intrusive thoughts that came to your mind.
âFirst you will need an apron, you donât want to get yourself stained with eggs and chocolate powder, right darling?â You nodded and she showed you a really pretty apron, she handed it to you and when you were about to tie it, she took the laces that were in your back.
âLet me do it for you darlingâ You felt shy at her action, you knew she used to be like that all the time, so you let her tied them for you, it was a nice gesture.
âAlright darling there you goâ Agnes winked at you and you shyly smiled.
âThen letâs start, shall we doll?â You nodded and she grabbed different bowls, spoons and containers and placed them on the kitchen Island.
You came closer to her and she asked you to start pouring the eggs on the bowl but when you were about to do it, she stopped you.
âWait darling, arenÂŽt you going to take your pretty ring off your hand?â She inquired eying the ringer in your finger.
You blinked your eyes and slowly turned your look to your fingers, you didnÂŽt think about it and a question came to your head, when did Wanda and you got married? Why couldnât you remember it? You frowned a little thinking about that, why couldnÂŽt you remember that? It was supposed to be an important moment of your life and you couldnât recall that day.
âAre you alright doll?â You heard Agnes asking behind you.
âYes, yes IÂŽm alrightâ You said slowly to her, and took off the ring of your finger
âDo you want me to put that in a safe place so you donât lose it?â You gave the ring to her and she took it in her hand, you saw that she put it in a small box in one of the shelves.
âAlright doll, now you can keep doing what you were going to doâ Agnes said walking back to the kitchen island with her typical smile on her face.
You smiled and started to mix the ingredients in the bowl, you were really grateful to do something new, you couldnât even remember when had been the last time you had done something else than just staying at home with Wanda and sometimes going out with her for some groceries or a short walk, Wanda was always with you now that you thought about it, but it was more like if you were under her surveillance, you shook your head, you were really enjoying your time with Agnes so you tried to push aside these thoughts.
Agnes was a really sweet person, she was attentive all the time you were there with her, if you had a question on how much of something you had to add she would explain you carefully, step by step, her perfume was really sweet you liked the vanilla smell that came from her.
âHoney you have some, let me help youâ First she gestured to your face and when you try to clean whatever it was in your face Agnes laughed because you had just spread more the flour in your face, so she came closer to you, and with a napkin on her left hand she softly removed the flour off your face, her touch was so delicate, you wanted to stay like that a little bit more, but you quickly thought about Wanda, so you quickly separated yourself from Agnes and kept cleaning the kitchen island.
Agatha pouted a little, she would have liked to keep caressing your face, but she wouldnât do it if you were uncomfortable about it.
You had a lot of fun with her and you enjoyed your time with Agnes, she was hilarious, you felt happy here with her, she made you feel good and you liked the feeling.
The older woman put the cookies in the oven and when she closed it, she went back to help you put everything you had used in the correct place.
âCan I put some music?â You asked shyly
âOf course, darlingâ She answered you and you happily went to turn the stereo on, the music started and it was your favorite song playing, so felt happier, at home you didnÂŽt listen music at all, or did you? You couldnât even tell, not again the thoughts.
âHey doll would you like to do something else while the cookies are ready?â She asked you because she saw the distressed expression on your face, she just wanted you to be busy with something else.
âYesâ You blurted out, you didnât need to think twice.
âWe can play a boardgame, would you like that angel?â You nodded and felt your heart melt at the endearment, it felt so different, the way Wanda used to call you scared you, and you didnât even know why.
You saw that Agnes went upstairs and minutes later she came back with a boardgame, you helped her placed everything on the living roomÂŽs table and when finally everything was placed and you had your tokens you started to play, it was awesome, Agnes had always a funny remark to say, you couldnât stop laughing at her comments, you really enjoyed playing the game with Agnes, you were at peace, you felt inner peace, you didnât feel like you needed to stay away from her like the way you felt with Wanda, you felt genuinely happy here with Agnes and you loved the feeling.
You played with her many rounds until you heard the alarm Agnes had set thirty minutes ago and you and her stood up from your sits to go for the cookies.
She took the cookies out of the oven and she placed them on the kitchen counter to make them cool a little, they looked really great and they smelled delicious.
âThese look awesome Agnesâ You said to her while pointing at the cookies with the pretty different shapes.
âThatÂŽs because you helped me, thatÂŽs why they look so good sweetheartâ You couldnât help but feel a little shy, you smiled at her biting your lip a little, you waited some minutes until she told you could start to eat them now that they werenât too hot.
You were excited and you took one in your hand you were about to start eating the cookie you were grabbing in your hand but you heard a harsh knock on AgnesÂŽ door.
You and Agnes frowned, who could it be? You saw how Agnes burrowed her eyebrows and she gestured you with her hand to wait for her, you understood and she went to answer the door
When she opened the door, you heard an angry Wanda and at the sound of her furious tone you instantly tensed in your seat.
âWhereÂŽs y/n?â You heard Wanda asking in an angry tone, fear took over you, you knew she wasnât happy she was mad, really mad, maybe it hadnât been a good idea to come into AgnesÂŽ house, you started to regret your decision.
âCalm down darling, sheÂŽs here with me, we baked some cookiesâ You were too scared to even turn around when you heard quickly steps getting closer to you.
âWhat are you doing here?â You heard WandaÂŽs voice really close to you and you tensed more.
âI just, I helped Agnes to bake cookiesâ You said in a fearful tone, why were you so afraid of her?
âBut you could have baked them all by yourself at home, you could have waited for me to arrive home and we could have baked them, you didnât need to come hereâ You didnât know what do or what to say, you just stared at the table in front of you.
âOh darling, why are you so angry, IÂŽm pretty sure she just wanted to get some fresh air, we havenât seen her outside in daysâ Agnes said I a light tone, but when you heard she had said days, you lifted your head to look at your wife and you saw how her eyes went wide.
âWhereÂŽs your ring?â She asked you in a harsh tone changing the topic.
âI took it off so it didnât get stainedâ You quickly said to her, you didnât know where the courage had come out.
âWhere is it?â She asked you again.
âItÂŽs here darling I put it in a small box so she didnât lose itâ You saw how Agnes went for the small box and she took the ring out of it, she was giving it to you but Wanda quickly took it from her hand, she took it And you saw how Agnes burrowed her brows.
Wanda stretched her hand out to you with the ring on her hand and you got confused.
âPut it backâ Wanda demanded, Agatha felt her blood boiling, how could she treated you like that? You deserved more, but she had to wait, she couldnât risk it, she had to think carefully what to do next so Wanda didnât hurt you, or mess with your mind again.
You were doubting, she was your wife yes, but she didnât have to talk to you like that, you slowly took the ring from her hand and put it back on your finger.
âLetÂŽs goâ She said and started to walk towards the door, you turned your head to look at Agnes, and she saw the fear and doubt in your eyes.
âItÂŽs alright doll, you have to go, donÂŽt be afraidâ She told you and that made you feel better, you nodded and she gave you a quick squeeze to your hand.
 The love we share
 Wanda and you arrived to your house and after you entered you flinched when Wanda slammed the door.
âWhy did you go outside?â Wanda demanded to know; you didnât want to turn yourself around to see her angry face.
âWhy did you go outside?â You heard asking again.
âI just wanted to! I canÂŽt stand being here all the timeâ You blurted out
âBut we go outside! You can go outside when IÂŽm here with you!â She answered back
âBu why canât I go outside alone?â You started to raise your voice a little, you didnât understand why she was acting like this
âJust look at what you did today, you went to AgnesÂŽÂ house and you even took your ring off!â She was being irrational.
âI didnât do anything! I just talk to you, you donÂŽt let me talk to anyone else anymoreâ
âHow do you remember that?â Wanda quickly inquired.
âWhat? What do you mean? What are you implying?â You started to question and you saw how WandaÂŽs expression changed, that scared you a lot.
âIÂŽm sorry printsessa, I didnât want to scare you, I just, IÂŽm worried about youâ Wanda started to walk slowly and her sudden change of behavior made you fear her.
âCan I give you a hug?â You didnât want to, you knew she was thinking something, you really didnÂŽt want to let her hug you, there was something off, you just knew, unconsciously you stepped back
âPlease my love I just want to hug you, like I always doâ She started to walk faster towards you and you just felt the need to run.
You started to run towards your room but she used her magic to stop you from going upstairs.
âIÂŽm really sorry my love, I canÂŽt let you go, youÂŽre mine, IÂŽm only doing this to you because I love youâ
âWanda, please you donÂŽt have to, this is not love, you donÂŽt-â
âThatÂŽs not true! I love you; I DO love you, never said the contrary!â Wanda yelled at you making you close your eyes, you were trembling, at this point you were sure she had been the one messing and changing your thoughts.
âPlease, Wanda youÂŽre hurting me!â You squinted, it hurt, it hurt physically and mentally, you couldnât keep with this.
âIÂŽm sorry, IÂŽm really sorry my love, I have to, If I donÂŽt do it, youÂŽll get away from me, and I canÂŽt let that happen, not againâ She had tears in her eyes and you didnât know why, you were the one who was in pain
âI swear to you, I wonÂŽt go away from you, I swear it, just please donÂŽt do this againâ You were pleading but she didnât listen, Wanda came closer to you and she pressed her fingers against your temple, and once again Wanda caught your unconscious body against her.
âIÂŽm really sorry for this printsessa, but I donÂŽt want to lose you againâ She whispered into your ear.
And Iâve lost my light
That night you dreamt of a different place from this one, you saw many people you couldnât recognize, a tall blonde man who smiled at you kindly, a red-head woman hugging you and telling you that everything was going to be okay, a man with a serious expression and a metal arm saying comforting words to you, you couldnât tell who they were but all of them seemed concerned they were worried, but why?
After that you started to had nightmares, there was a war, a big man, many people fighting against some type of creatures, and then you saw Wanda her eyes glowing red she was using her power to lift something big, but also you saw her crying over someone, that was really blurry, she was holding someone on the ground and then you didnât see anything more.
 When you woke up again, you were surprised you remembered everything that had happened the day before, how could it be? This time you remember what Wanda had done to you, how she had used magic on you, it had been real, everything she had done was real, now you were aware, Wanda had been using her powers to erase some events and things that had happened.
You were relieved that Wanda wasnât in the bed with you, there was another piece of paper on the nightstand and you quickly took it.
-Iâm going out for work printsessa, I hope you slept well, I have a surprise for you, we can go outside if you want when I arrive home, love you-
Her small letter made you feel angry, how could she do this?
What caught your attention was the ring on your finger, she hadnât taken the ring off your hand, but what surprised you was that the little diamond wasnât white anymore, now it was completely purple, you thought about whether it was a good idea taking it off or not, but in the end you did it and left it on the nightstand.
You started to be more scared, now that you were sure Wanda was manipulating your thoughts so that you didnât remember what she had done to you, you started to doubt more about her, what else had she changed in your mind? What was this place? Why where you here? What had she done to you? You couldnât even remember more about your life. You needed to calm down a little, if you think about it, Wanda wouldnât be back until noon, you didnât know where she really went and you really didnât care, you just needed to get out of this place, you couldnât take it anymore, you used to love Wanda you were sure about it, even if you couldnât remember you were sure you used to had something beautiful, what you and her used to have was like a dream, but now it had turned into a nightmare for you.
You really wanted to take a bath, but you didnât even feel safe in your own house, there was no one else who could help you, everyone here seemed to live just to please Wanda, no one dare to contradict her, as if everybody was scared of her.
You went downstairs, you had the same clothes of yesterday, you werenât even sure if it had been yesterday or not, did you even have a phone? You didnât know, you were sure if you had one Wanda wouldnât even let you use it.
The only important thing you needed to do was to get out of this house as possible as you could, running to the front door you took the doorknob to open the door.
âDamn itâ You cursed under your breath, why was the door locked? Where were the keys? You started to look for them, but they werenât anywhere, you didnât find them on the bookshelf, they werenât on the table, they werenât on the kitchen on counter, not even in your drawers of your room.
Wanda had locked you in your own house, how could she have done that? You couldnât believe it, why would she do that? You were terrified, this wasnât supposed to happen, maybe she had just locked the front door, so you went to the back door of your backyard to try to get out.
âDam it, itÂŽs closed tooâ You hit with your palm the door, this wasnât fair, you needed to get out of here, Wanda knew you would try to go out so she did this, what else could you do?
The windows! You quickly went to look for the windows in the first floor but they were closed and even if you tried using all of your strength you couldnât open them, this was wrong, this was all wrong.
Going upstairs to check on the windows you noticed they were locked as well as the ones in the first floor, when did Wanda had the time to lock them like this? How had she done this? What if she had used her magic to lock them? You were feeling desperate you really needed to get out of here, but how?
YouÂŽll have to break a window, it was the only thing you could do at this point if you wanted to get out of this prison.
You took some of the decorative medium size rocks that were around a potted plant, you didnât need to think twice your next moves, so you threw the rocks aggressively against the window and you cover your face when it crashed against the big window, pieces of glass went flying and when the crashing sound you turned yourself to look at the now broken window, you smiled at the sight now you could be free from this house, you didnât want to hurt yourself so you took your jacket off and placed it on the edges of the window so that you wouldnât cut yourself, after making sure that all the sharp edges were covered, a little insecure you pressed your hands on the edge of it, this was not the time to be scared, you needed to do this.
Taking a deep breath you pushed yourself to be able to jump over the window of the first floor, half of your body had already passed but you didnât notice there were some sharp edges at the sides of the table until you felt an awful pain on your left hand and arm, you tried to get out faster but your foot got stuck a little and a piece of glass teared part of your jeans, it got to your skin and you hissed, the pain was awful but you needed to get out of this.
You fell onto the grass and grunted a little, you would have liked to just lay there a little bit more, you felt exhausted but you needed to keep going.
ây/n? Oh god, what happened to you darling?â You heard AgnesÂŽ worried voice, lifting your head to look at her she saw your tired eyes and the state you were in, she felt really guilty, she should have done something to help you, Agnes stretched her hands to help you stand and you gladly accepted them, she carefully took your hands carefully not to hurt you more.
âWhat happened sweetheart?â Agnes saw the broken window and some pieces of glass were covered in some blood and her heart jumped.
ây/n doll are you hurt? Let me seeâ The woman in front of you softly took your face in her hands looking for wounds on your face, you could see how upset she was, the worry in her eyes and the troubled expression she had, her eyes were so pretty and you felt a warm feeling growing inside your chest.
Stop, you thought, this was not the time for that, not now.
âIÂŽm alright Agnes, IÂŽm not hurt, you need to help me, Wanda locked me inside the house and I had to break the window to get outâ You blurted out and you saw how Agnes clenched her jaw in ager, you couldnât take it anymore and started to cry, you were desperate, you just wanted Wanda to stop, why couldnât she just let you go? You threw yourself into AgnesÂŽ arms and she carefully hugged you back, your sobs were breaking her heart, it had taken some time to understand what was going on with you and Wanda, at first when she arrived at Westview because of WandaÂŽs magic and she saw you, she just thought you werenât having a great day, but your confused stare at what was supposed to be your house raised her suspicions, then the way she saw how Wanda dragged you to different places with harsh grip on you or the way she talked to you when someone else got near to you to start a nice conversation, she knew what had happened to Wanda,  but she didnât knew anything about you, she didnât know why Wanda had brought you here but she felt awful for you, your constant tired and sad look on your eyes, the way you would always look down at the ground, not even daring to look at Wanda, what had she done to you? Why did you look so scared of her? Agatha started to suspect there was something more going on between you and her, because sometimes you didnât even get out of your house for days, the first time that she remembered that happening was two weeks after she had arrived for the first time.
All of you were in one of DottieÂŽs meeting, during the meeting you had been sitting next to Wanda all the time, with her hand on your waist and you even looked as if you were afraid to move, from time to time she kissed your cheek and you just stayed there, tensed the entire time, she had wanted to do something to make you feel a little less tense, maybe talk to you or made you laugh but Wanda didnât let you alone until she found the perfect opportunity, when the meeting was over everyone dispersed and went to talk with different people some women were chatting with the others and she saw how Wanda told you something in your ear and you just nodded looking at the ground, then Agatha saw how you walked to the deckchairs and you sat down in one of them she followed you to talk a little with you, when she got near you, she saw how you just were staring at the water not even moving at all, and she frowned, why were you always so quiet?
âHi doll, are you bored?â She asked you sitting next to you in the other chair, she saw the way you jumped a little at the sudden voice of hers.
âHi Agnesâ You shyly smiled and gave her a quick glance to her, turning your head quickly to look at the water again.
âIÂŽm just a little bored, I would like to go now, but Wanda keeps talking to Dottieâ You admitted to her, in that moment she frowned why wouldnât just leave then? Maybe you didnât want to go alone, she thought
âWhat if I accompany you to your house?â She kindly asked you and she saw how your eyes lit up for a moment.
âThat would be great, but I have to ask Wanda firstâ The blue-eyed woman saw the way you thought about it for a moment and she nodded, you were WandaÂŽs wife after all.
âIÂŽm going to ask her, wait hereâ You kindly smiled at her and she nodded again at you, she saw how you stood up from the chair but what disconcerted her was the way you walked towards your wife, as if you were scared of getting too close to her, she saw the way you hesitate to touch her arm, when you finally did it, you never dare to look her in the eyes, you  just stared at the glass Wanda was holding, Agatha knew there was something wrong, why would you be afraid of your own wife? She saw the way your lips almost trembled to her while you spoke and when you stopped talking to her she saw Wanda smiled at you and how she hugged you, you didnât return the hug you just stayed still, after separating from you Wanda said something to Dottie and your wife took your hand to start walking towards her, when Agatha saw your face again she could swear you were scared, Wanda and you walked until you were standing in front of her.
âThank you so much for offering to take my wife home, but I will take her home, you shouldnât have to worry, I was almost finished, but thank you for the offer, right y/n?â
Agatha saw the way you quickly nodded and you didnât even dare to lift your head to look at her.
âIt was good to be here, but weÂŽre leavingâ Wanda was smiling at her but she couldnât shake the strange feeling about her.
After that day she didnât saw you for four days in a row, she saw how Wanda came out of your house and entered again hours later, the fourth day Agatha hadnât seen you she decided to ask Wanda what was going on, so when she was in her garden and she saw that Wanda had arrived to your house she quickly went to say hi to Wanda.
âHey darlin! I hope youÂŽre enjoying your day at all, isnât y/n with you? I havenât seen her in a whileâ Agatha asked with a smile on her face, her expression didnât match with the real emotions she was feeling, Wanda turned herself slowly from her front door and walked towards her, her annoyed expression changed into a fake smile just in the nick of time.
âOh hi Agnes, IÂŽm enjoying my day yes, I was just going to pass a lovely evening with my wife, sheÂŽs been feeling a little under the weather, thatÂŽs why you havenât seen her, she decided to stay at home, but donÂŽt worry, sheÂŽs getting better, so you donÂŽt have to worry about herâ  And with that Wanda went back to her door and entered to your house.
The next day she saw you, at the center of the town, Agatha had the unsettling feeling that there was something else behind all of this, Â you were smiling and letting Wanda hug you as if nothing had happened days ago, you were holding hands with her and this time, you seemed to be happier, but Agatha had the feeling that was not the real way you were feeling inside.
And now that she was seeing you here, holding your trembling body against her she knew she had to help you, she couldnât keep seeing you suffering.
Agatha had to do something, it had been so wrong to wait to do something, now you were here physically hurt because Wanda had locked you in your own house, your body was shaking with fear, this time she wouldnât let that Wanda messed with your head again, not again.
âYouÂŽre safe with me doll, itÂŽs alright, I wonÂŽt let Wanda get near you again, she wonÂŽt ever hurt you againâ She was holding you tightly against her and for the first time you felt safe, you just wanted all of this suffering to end.
She took your hands in her and looked at you straight in your eyes, your beautiful eyes were red from all the crying, she needed you to explain things to you first, but she needed to do it quickly before Wanda came looking for you again.
âYouÂŽll be fineâ You heard Agnes say to you and she took your hand in hers waiting for you to walk, she guided you to the back door of her house and you followed her, she was holding you hand with a soft grip on yours, it felt so different as the way Wanda grasped your hand.
 Once I ran to you
 Agnes guided you inside her house and once again you felt at peace, you didnât feel tense or afraid here with Agnes, the older woman made you feel safe.
âSweetheart first I need to clean these wounds, would you let me?â You nodded and she made you sit in her couch.
Agatha couldnât stand seeing you this way, you looked so broken, she knew there was more behind this, she wanted to make you smile, the times you had shared with her, the times you didnât remember because she was sure Wanda messed with your memories, she was happy that you had asked her for help, she was sure that the spell she had put in your ring the day before had helped you, that spell at least helped you a little so that Wanda didnât altered your memories, she wanted to tell you everything, but first she needed to take care of your cuts.
âIÂŽll be back quickly, I need to get some alcohol and cotton gauzesâ She caressed your face a little before going to her bathroom, for what she needed.
You started to relax a little in here, you didnât feel any pressure, it was good to be here with her.
You her quick steps coming closer to you and the sound of her rushed steps didnât scare you as how WadaÂŽs had made you feel when she came to your side demanding to know what you were doing with Agnes.
âAngel, let me see the cuts, IÂŽll be as gentle as possible, I donÂŽt want to hurt you more than you already areâ You felt touched by her words, so you showed her your arm and your hand, those were the ones that hurt the most, she cleaned the cuts and applied alcohol on them, then she put the cotton gauze and she did the same with the cuts in your leg, you really liked her gentle touch against your skin, it felt so nice to know that she didnât want to hurt you, when she finished she placed everything in the small table in the living room and looked at you.
You saw how she brought her hand to your face and she softly caressed your cheek, unconsciously you lent into her touch, it was so nice to feel how she treated you with such delicacy, you were not expecting when she suddenly knelt in front of you, her hand were resting carefully in your knees and she was looking at you with almost pleading eyes.
âDoll I need to tell you the truth, but I promise you that you donât need to be afraid, I just want to help you get away from this, you deserve so much more and I canÂŽt let Wanda keep doing this to youâ You said yes with your head and she took a deep breath and closed her eyes before speaking again.
âMy real nameÂŽs Agatha Harknessâ You had thought she was joking but when you saw the serious look on her face you realized, she wasnât lying.
âIÂŽm a witch, at first I came here, because I felt WandaÂŽs magic and I had wanted her powers, but my plans changed, IÂŽm not interested in her powers anymore, I just want to help you, I canÂŽt stand seeing the way youÂŽre sufferingâ She felt some tears threatening to fall at the corner of her eyes, when Agatha saw that you werenât saying anything and that you just stared at her with a blank expression on your face she started to fear the worst, she didnât want to scare you, she needed to tell you the truth.
âDoll, IÂŽm sorry I didnât tell you this before, but please you donÂŽt need to be afraid of me, I donÂŽt want to hurt you, I just want to help you, I put a spell on your ring yesterday so that WandaÂŽs magic didnât affected you, I was sure she was going use her magic on you, and before she took you back to your home days ago I knew she would do it, so I planned on coming to see you but in these two days she didnât leave your house, she was constantly there until now, I saw she had gone out and I decided to go see you but then I heard a loud crash and when I arrived at your house you were laying on the ground thatÂŽs when I-â She didnât finish her sentence because you had hugged her, you passed your arms around her shoulders and when she felt how close you had pulled yourself to her she passed her arms around your waist, you started to sob again and she quickly removed a little from you to take your face in her hands and with her fingers she wiped the tears away from your face.
âYou really did that to the ring?â You asked between sobs but with a smile on your face, you were amazed, thanks to her you got the chance to go out of that house, she nodded and you hugged her again.
âThank you so much, you donÂŽt know how that helped me, thanks to you I can remember the day you and I made cookies, you donÂŽt know how much I love that memory, I canÂŽt remember a lot of things but I can remember this and it makes me so happy that you did that for meâ
âYou donÂŽt need to thank me sweetheart I want to help you, IÂŽm so sorry I didnât do anything before to help you, I tried to wake you up before but WandaÂŽs magic is too strong, her magic is tied to her emotions and when sheÂŽs angry her magic becomes stronger, I donÂŽt know how is that even possible, but I assure you Wanda wonÂŽt hurt you againâ She took your hands in your and gave them a soft squeeze to them, you nodded and closed your eyes, Agatha pressed her forehead against yours and you felt happy, you felt really happy that you had someone who wanted to help you.
âWe need to go sweetheart; we need to leave as fast as possibleâ You whispered a small âyesâ and the two of you stood up.
âWait IÂŽll give something to cover yourself sweetheart, itÂŽs could outsideâ You felt a warm feeling growing inside your chest and when Agatha came back with one of her jackets, she helped you to put on the jacket.
âThank youâ You said shyly and she smiled, you were so beautiful, you deserved to smile and be happy.
âLetÂŽs go darlingâ Agatha took your hand in hers and she guided you to the door, the blue-eyed woman held the door open for you and she let you go out first, you really loved this gesture of her.
âWe need to hurry darling; I donÂŽt know if she can feel you or not, I promise I wonÂŽt let her get near you againâ Agatha said to you and she started to guide you towards the other side of the street.
âWe will have to go towards the other directionâ You nodded and the two of you walked down the street.
This tainted love youâve given
 After what felt hours of walking you finally arrived to the limits of the town and you felt horrified when you saw the people who were frozen on the street.
âWhatÂŽs all of this?â You asked Agatha while covering your mouth, you couldnât believe what you were watching.
âI didnât want to have this conversation with you, I donÂŽt want you to feel scared, but now that youÂŽre seeing all of this, itÂŽs necessary that you know the truthâ The two of you stopped walking and she turned herself to look at you.
âThis place is an illusion, Wanda created all of this, sheÂŽs using her power to make all of these people do what she wants, they canÂŽt help but do everything what Wanda says, these people are frozen because WandaÂŽs not here, It doesnât affect me because her magic isnât able to affect meâ She said and you quickly hugged her, it was awful what Wanda was doing.
âIÂŽm really sorry you had to see this sweetheartâ Agatha pulled you closer to her body and she softly stroked your hair.
âWe need to keep going darling, weÂŽre almost outsideâ She was right you could almost feel the freedom.
Agatha grabbed your hand again and the two of you walked towards the entrance, when you were close enough you saw something weird in front of you and you turned your head to give Agatha a questioning look.
âThis is the magical field that covers Westview, doll, I want you to know that once we cross this field, all the memories Wanda locked inside your mind, you will be able to remember all of these, I know youÂŽre strong enough to handle them, but I will be with you all the time alright?â You were scared you were going to remember everything you couldnât and that scared you a lot, but you knew Agatha wasnât lying she made you feel protected and you trusted her.
âAlright, IÂŽm readyâ You said to her with confidence, you really wanted to go away from this place.
You felt her hand squeezing your and she nodded to you, you and her walked at the same time and while you started to cross the magical field, you felt some pressure over you, but when you touched the other side the uncomfortable weight on you disappeared, the next thing you knew, a bunch of memories of your real life came to your mind.
You saw your old life back in the Avengers compound, the way your family had vanished into thin air, how Natasha had died for the soul stone, the battle against Thanos, how Tony had died for all of you, you remembered every single thing Wanda had blocked from you.
You also remembered how Wanda had cheated on you with Vision, the way you had felt when you saw her kissing the synthezoid.
You remembered what had happened that day, everything was clear now, she had proposed to you years ago, she used to be a loving and caring girlfriend, but that had been years ago, she used to loved you and you used to love her, you had thought you would be sharing your life with her, years ago she told you how much one day she would love to live with you in a beautiful house of two floors in a really pretty neighborhood, she had sworn to you that she would make everything to protect you from everything and that she would make you happy, but that day when she broke every one of her promises you gave her the ring back, she had pleaded you not to leave her, she had begged you many times to make you stayed with her but you didnât accept it, and then everything happened so quickly, you didnât even got time to mourn on your feelings, earth was attacked and after that you had just lost all of your family.
âAre you alright doll?â You heard Agatha asking you, you blinked many times and you noticed tears streaming down your face, you felt Agatha pulling you closer to her and once again you let yourself express all of your pain by crying into her chest, Agatha soothed you and stroked your hair, now that you were finally outside she could see your thoughts and she felt the same pain you were feeling, you deserve to be happy and she was going to make sure of that.
  Tainted love
âStay away from herâ You jumped at WandaÂŽs voice, there was that accent, you knew there was something missing when she talked to you inside Westview, and now you realized it had been her accent.
âNo, you stay away from herâ Agatha placed herself in front of you
âWho do you think you are?â You could see WandaÂŽs eyes glowing red just as well as her hands, for a moment you feared the worst, but when you saw AgathaÂŽs hands glowing purple, you sighed feeling relieved.
âYouÂŽre hurting her Wanda, canÂŽt you see it? Â this is not healthy"Â Agatha said to Wanda
âThatâs not true! Iâm doing this for us, I need her and she needs me! We are meant to be togetherâ Wanda yelled and it made you feel angry, she was hurting you and you were exhausted, you couldnât believe what she was saying.
âYou need to stop Wanda!â You yelled back at her, you placed yourself next to Agatha and all of the anger started to come out of you.
âYou hurt me! You made me feel awful, you were manipulating my memories, you used you Magic to make me believe a false life!â You were gesturing at her and you saw how her hands stopped glowing red.
âI love you!â She yelled and you bitterly laughed at that, you wiped some tears that had fallen down your face and you felt Agathaâs hand caressing softly your back, that made you feel better.
âThatâs not true Wanda, you donât love me, this is not love, love is not supposed to be painful, love is not supposed to make you feel exhausted, love is not supposed to scare you, you donât love me and I donât lo-â Â You were cut off by the read-head
âThatâs not true! You love me just as much as I love you! I did this all for us, I did all of this for you, this is our dream, the one we share-â
âYou kidnapped me Wanda! You took me away from my home! You kidnapped me and brought me here! Thatâs not love!â You interrupted her
âThatâs not true, that was not your home, this is our home, we can go back to it, we can live peacefully we can go back to our amazing life and forget that all if this ever happenedâ Wanda started to walk slowly towards you and before she could touch your arm you quickly stepped back.
âDonât touch me!â You quickly said and Agatha placed herself in front of you.
âYou heard her Wanda, you better back offâ You saw Wandaâs expression changed into a really angry one
âI wonât repeat myself y/n you better come with me; I love youâ You couldnât understand why Wanda kept saying the same.
âNo, I wonât go back to you, you just made me feel awful, you made me feel exhausted, you locked me in that house, YOU DONâT LOVE MEâ
âWe are marriedâ she quickly said.
âThatâs not true, you know thatâs not true, we were going to get married years ago but you cheated on meâ
You argued back and you saw the way Wanda flinched at the mention of what she had done.
âIt was a mistake, I really love you, I donât want to lose you again, please, youâre breaking my heart, I need youâ Wanda knelt in front you she was holding her arms in the air towards you, she was sobbing in front of you, but this time she couldnât manipulate you, not anymore,  Agatha looked at you and she smiled at you, her smile was comforting, she made you feel safe and now that you could finally remember every single moment you had interacted with her inside Westview, you realized that was how love was supposed to feel.
 Now I know Iâve got to
Run away, Iâve got to
Get away
 You came a little closer to Wanda and you knelt in front of her, Agatha was next to you making sure Wanda wouldnât do anything to you.
âIâm sorry Wanda, but I wonât go back to you, you donât love me and I donât love you, you have to accept that, I canât be with you, this is not love, what we used to have years ago is over, you have to let it goâ You said looking into her green eyes, you didnât recognize the old Wanda, the person in front of her was full of rage and hatred, you couldnât blame her at all, she had lost everyone but, this was not fair to you, she was hurting you and you didnât deserve it, you didnât feel the same for her.
âLove is supposed to make you feel happy, as if youâre floating on air, love makes you feel safe and protected, love makes you keep going, it doesnât stop youâ Looking back at Agatha she smiled at you and you smiled back at her, she had risked herself to help you get out of it, and you knew that was how love was supposed to be, with Agatha you were sure you could have it, a real love.
âSo, you fell in love with her?â Wandaâs voice was louder and you could hear her accent coming back, this time it was more present than ever, you could tell she was really mad, her hands forming into fists and her eyes glowing red in anger, she hastily stood up from the ground and Agatha pulled you closer to her.
âAnswer me! Is she the reason youâre leaving me?â You saw Wandaâs jaw clenching and her left eye twitching a little
âSheâs leaving you because you just inflict pain into her heart, Wanda youâve been messing with her mind! She was feeling anxious she didnât know what day it was, you held her captive inside a place she didnât want to be, you just made her suffer, she doesnât deserve this, youâre hurting her, why canât you understand?â
Agatha was shocked at how Wanda couldnât see what was the real problem.
âThatâs not true, youâre the one who is manipulating her, youâre a liar, youâre not even who you said you wereâ Wanda kept talking and you felt desperate
âStop, just stop, I donât want to listen to you anymoreâ You said to Wanda while holding your hands in the air, you pressed your fingers against your temple, a headache started to form and it felt awful, you closed your eyes and  you put more pressure of your fingers into your temple.
Agatha came closer to you to softly touch your arm.
âAre you alright sweetheart?â You heard Agatha asking you.
âDonât call her like that, you donât have the right, sheâs mine, and she will just be mineâ Wanda had started to come closer to the two of you.
âDonât come closer Wandaâ you heard the blue-eyed woman warned Wanda.
âWhat? Do you think Iâm afraid of you?â Wanda asked with a mocking tone
âOh dear, I could easily destroy you with a flick of my handâ the dark-haired woman next to you scoffed, you could almost sense the smirk Agatha had on her face.
âStop right thereâ Those were new voices; you lifted your head to see who were they and you saw many soldiers pointing their guns at the three of you.
âNot you again, not this timeâ The red-head started to move her hands in the air and she made all of the soldiers point to the sky, but the moment you felt you couldnât move, you realized she was using her magic on you as well.
âY/n!â You heard Agatha calling your name, purple magic enveloped you and you felt yourself being released, she used her magic to stop you from falling harshly against the ground.
âYou need to stop trying to take her, she doesnât want to be with you, y/n doesnât need you!â
âThatâs not true! She needs me just as much as I need her, I love her-
"STOP!â You snapped and didnât realize the wave of magic coming from your body, your magic was f/c and when you opened your eyes again you saw Wanda covered in a new different magic, you saw your hands and your eyes widened when you realized it was you the one who this time stopped her from moving.
You gasped and this time you saw all the soldiers on the ground, they were covered with your magic too and you started to panic a little, but when you felt Agathaâs hand on your shoulders you started to relax a little.
âItâs alright sweetheart, I know you can do it, focus on what youâre feeling, donât let the fear consume youâ
Slowly you nodded and focused on what you wanted, you wanted the soldiers to go away, so you moved your hand and when you heard noised this time you opened your eyes to see all of them started to walk away from where they had coming.
âIâm so proud of you darling, you did it amazing, I will make sure they donât come againâ She caressed your cheek and you smiled at her, she stayed with you making sure no one else came to where you were.
âYou think you she loves you y/n?â You heard Wandaâs laugh and turned your head to look at herk kneeling on the ground with her hands behind her back and all of your magic over her, she didnât stop laughing for some minutes, you just couldnât believe what was happening to Wanda.
âNo one will ever love you the way I doâ Wanda said back to you when she stopped laughing, you looked straight into her eyes and the only things you could see in them was madness, you felt bad for her for a minute, you knew what she had passed through but all the things she made you passed through as well, you even doubt your own sanity, you couldnât forgive this, she had kidnapped you and she had messed with your mind, you didnât even know how many time you were inside with her.
âYou donât love me Wanda, this is an obsession Wanda what happened-
"What happened was a mistake, let me make things right this time printsessa, I really love you, youâre the love of my life! I need you!â She begged you again, but you this time you werenât going to fall for it, not anymore, you closed your eyes for a moment and took a deep breath before speaking again.
âYou donât really want any more from me, to make things right, Wanda, you canât make things right, this is messed up, not only you hurt me, but youâre hurting thousands of people, let them be free, let me be free Wanda, please, I want to be freeâ Tears started to fall down your face
âYou need someone to hold you tight printsessa and Iâm the one who can do that, I can-
"You canât Wanda, you broke what we had years ago! You broke me, and thereâs no way you can fix this! If you want to make things right, youâll let me go with Agatha, if you love me, youâll release meâ
âI canât do that printsessa, youâre mine, youâre just mine I wonât let her or anyone else take you away from meâ You saw how Wandaâs eyeâs started to glow red and you moved your hands to stop her hands from moving behind her back, she wasnât going to use her magic on you again, not anymore.
âIâm not yours, Iâm not yours, the problem is Wanda that you think love is to pray, but Iâm sorry, I donât pray that way, you wonât get to me again, I donât love youâ You whispered to her loud enough to hear you, Agatha took your hand in hers and you used your magic to pull Wanda back inside Westview.
âI will find you y/n and I will make you mine again, you belong to meâ You heard her yelling and Agatha pulled you closer to her.
âI will come for the both of you and I will make you pay for taking y/n away from me, you will pay and I will make sure of thatâ Wanda tried to break free from your magical ties but you didnât let her.
âYou canât get away from me y/n I will always be with you and no matter what I will find you-â
Finally, you put Wanda inside the town and Agatha started to make movements with her hands, a purple mist covered the entirety of the town, the magical field Wanda had created was replaced by Agathaâs purple magic.
âThis will only keep her inside for some weeks, maybe some months until she realizes how to get out from this, I trapped her inside Westview but this wonât last forever dollâ You felt the older womanâs hands taking your face in her hands.
âIâm not afraidâ You answered to her and you saw a proud smile on her face
âI know youâre not afraid, youâre so strong and brave, I will be with you, no matter what, I will be with you, I know you can protect yourself but I will protect you too, and when the time Wanda comes for us, I will be by your side, she wonât take you again doll, I promiseâ
You felt safe with her, she made you feel alright and you couldnât help yourself, you took her face in your hands and slowly leant into her, Agatha passed her hands around your waist and she pulled your body close to hers, you felt her soft touch on you and that made your heart melt, this is how love is supposed to feel, you knew it, you presses your lips against hers, she captured your soft lips, it was a soft but needy kiss, she needed to feel you and you needed to know she was there for you, you needed to know this was real.
When the two of you broke the kiss, she pressed her forehead against yours her hands never leaving your sides.
âI know it will take a time for you to get used to this, but I promise I wonât hold you back, I want to make sure youâre alright, I want the best for you y/nâ You trusted her, you knee she was saying the truth, and you were grateful with her, without her help you wouldnât have been able to get out of your prison.
âI believe you Agatha, I want to be with you, I know you will help me to healâ You whispered to her and she smiled, she hugged you again, the feeling of your body against her made her feel alive and you felt the same, you werenât free at all from Wanda, but you knew that Agatha would there for you to help you.
You felt something bothering in your pocket, there was something in it and when you pulled your hand inside it you felt shivers down your spine, pulling out the small piece of metal you saw it was the ring Wanda gave to you because of your âmarriageâ you were Wanda had been the one who placed it in your pocket with her magic, you eyed it for a minute before throwing it against the grass.
âWe have to go dollâ She was right, you had to go now.
Taking your hand into hers, Agatha guided you towards the forest, you didnât know where you were going but you were sure that Agatha would make everything, she could to protect you.
The two of you walked through the forest, between the tall pines, the sound of some branches breaking because you stepped on them was some of the only sounds you could hear, the night was a little cold and from time to time you still feel a little afraid, but when you felt Agathaâs hand softly squeezing you hand to reassure she was there and she wasnât going anywhere made you feel strong.
You knew Wanda would come for you, you were sure she would do everything she could to find you, but you were sure you wouldnât be alone this time, you werenât afraid of her, she didnât have that power over you anymore.
When Wanda comes for you, you were sure you were going to be prepared, just as Wanda wouldnât let her take you, you were going to fight Wanda, youâre not afraid of her.
Now Iâm gonna pack my things and go
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Agatha & Rio Kinktober Thoughts
A/N- Happy Kinktober for all my little freaks, I sadly haven't had time to write all my fics but I did come up with some NSFW head cannons so enjoy
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Aftercareâ Agatha, she was always great with aftercare her go to method would be a bath, she would run a nice bath after a hard session and relax with you while you let everything melt away in the warm tub.
Body Partsâ Rio was obsessed with your body, touching you physically as often as she could. But your eyes, a part she couldn't touch but she just loved to hold your gaze, let looking longingly into your iris while her deep colored eyes searched yours
Cumâ Agatha loved the idea of being able to breed you, she often would use her magic to enchant her strap, making the whole interaction feel so real as she pounded her cum deep into you.
Dirty thoughtsâ Rio had an active imagination, her thoughts ran wild with ideas the things she could do to you but her favorite was, Rio longed to use her magic bounding you to the bed with her vines so she could ravish you, edging you while you were tied unable to move, hours of endless playtime all while flowers and vines wrapped around you until your couldn't take it anymore. The found the joy in your struggles, being a slight sadist and all.
Experimentâ Agatha was very willing with you, she adored trying things to with you, Agatha was very precise on how she tried things nonetheless, she would research things you wanted to try offering the best experience for the both of you.
Favorite Positionâ Rio Was a stone top, she loved having you under her, she also loved to see your face while she played with you. So she would always love tying your legs open while having you lay on your back, forcing you to be at her mercy but she could watch your emotions display on your face. All your pain and pleasure.
Guidanceâ Agatha was a soft domme out of the bedroom, she liked to be in control with things in their lives. Agatha would often step in to order for you, help you get ready, do simple task for you till you were dependent on her help.
Humiliation- Rio had no issue teasing her sub, playing little games to keep them a blushing mess. Rio would mix praising and Degrading to keep her sub embarrassed, Rio would also give you task that were impossible to complete setting you up to fail just to punish you for failing like a sick little game.
Intimacyâ Agatha loved the freaky and kinky sex, but she also loved just holding you. Agatha loved physical touch and honestly needed it, the action would often reassure her. Sometimes Agatha felt the best when you and her were cuddled up on the sofa watching tv just with you in her arms.
Jack offâ Rio didn't allow you to touch yourself without her, but tying in with her humiliation kink sometimes the witch wanted a show. Rio would order you to touch yourself for her watching with a smirk while you played with yourself just for her. "Aww don't hid your face let me see how good you feel" Rios voice would whisper anytime you tried to avoid her gaze while doing so.
Kinkâ Agatha biggest kink, was her size kink, the idea of stretching you out on her strap or toys just watching you take everything she gave you like a good girl made every bone in her body melt. She adored watching your cunt swallow everything thing and toy she shoved inside you. She got creative with it.
Latex, Lingerie, and Leatherâ Rio often wore Leather, she wasn't a Latex person but adored wearing Leather and she knew you liked it when her gloves would rub on your skin. She also had a few whips and Floggers made of Leather that she would use on your body.
Mommy/Mistressâ Agatha had a mommy kink and honestly was a mommy dom, to no one surprise she loved when you called her mommy, in and out of the bedroom, tying in with her love for Gentle domination she loved helping you, and babying/ caring for her sub.
Name callingâ Rio would often do a bit of degrading mixed in with her Praises. Her favorites being "my dirty whore" or "you like being a play toy? My little slut?" Rios voice would be low but full of lust whenever she got to degrade her little pet.
Orgasm Controlâ Agatha trained you to be the perfect little pet, you knew better the to cum without mommy's permission. Agatha had you trained to not be able to cum without her orders so you always relied on Agatha's touch for your pleasure.
Power playâ Rio loved a good challenge, she actually wanted you to fight back, try and dominate her, all because she knew you'd end up under her begging for her to let you cum after you tried so hard to be so big and strong only moments ago.
Quickyâ Agatha didn't mind quickys but they are from from ideal, she would much more prefer to have you for a long period of time, giving her time to really enjoy you. Nonetheless sometimes quickys worked as great punishments when you were being a brat, pulling you to the side of an event out of sight just to finger you till you were close to cumming, then pulling out. Leaving you wet and needy until she had time to handle you.
Ropesâ Rio did like to tie you up, but not with ropes, she wanted to use her vines and green magic to tie you up, if she was really feeling it maybe a few thorns would be in the vines. Depends how sadistic she was feeling that day.
Spankingâ Agatha used spanking as a punishment, when you were being a brat it was often her method of correction. You would often find yourself acting out just to be bent of Agatha's knee held down with your pants around your ankles.
Toysâ Rio had quite the collection of toys for playtime. Yet her favorite was her green strap that had many ridges along the shaft. It also paired well with a small vibrator she would put on your clit.
Unfairâ Agatha did play dirty, her tricks were much kinder then Rios thought, she wanted you to fall into her trap as her sweet submissive pet, she knew ever trick to dumb you down and turn you into her perfect pet.
Vibratorsâ Rio absolutely loved how many uses Vibrators had, she would have you wear them like clothes for her fun. Adding them to your outfits like a little accessories watching you squirm in front of others throughout your day as she turned it on and off edging you slowly. Leaving you overstimulated.
Wild cardâ Agatha had no problem taking out her anger and emotions during playtime. When Agatha was stressed the sex just got better. Sometimes you didn't see it coming when you got shoved up against the wall into a heated make out sesh leaving you feeling her emotions on your lips.
eXtremeâ Rio could be a bit much sometimes, her most extreme kink was knife play, sometimes she would drag her dagger down your chest laying it flat like a threat as she pounded you into the bed, the excitement of the risk brining you both pleasure.
Yearningâ Agatha has a lot do trust issues, and when she found you, someone she longed for she couldn't let you slip away, She would keep you close and away from others to the best of her ability.
Zzzâ Rio loved to wake you up with her tongue between your thighs, wrapped around your sensitive clit watching you whine and squirm awake.
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bleeding crimson
pairing: rio vidal x agatha harkness x fem!reader
summary: no matter how much you try to run from the truth, the road leads you back onto the path, forcing you to confront the thorns from your past.
content: angst, tension, knife-play, dark actions, slight smut
a/n: this is my first time ever writing a part 2 i feel like this is a very monumental moment for me
part 2 to collateral damage
Later that night, you had found yourself leaning against the trunk of the tree, willing yourself to sleep. Yet, despite your best efforts, the earlier conversations seeped into your mind, forcing out any rational thought.Â
It wasn't right, how easily they managed to pull you back under their spell. They knew exactly which buttons to push to get what they wanted, whilst your skills had rusted over time. The way they treated you; it was as though they'd never left. It was almost comical, how little they'd suffered over their abandonment of you, how they expected everything to be the same as it was. You knew they were wicked, downright evil, but you hadn't expected them to be this selfish. Your sympathy for them was fading, as was your will to fight against their seductive charm. There must've been something grievously wrong about you to have even looked their way. Perhaps it was the mutual damage, the way you all understood each other so perfectly. Perhaps it was that that let you excuse their past actions. The idea that maybe, just maybe, you could fix them.
You had snapped right out of that attitude when you had seen Agatha act so apathetically about Sharon's death. It may have been the one thing that could have finally let you move past her. But earlier today, when she had tried so desperately to save Teen, redeemed her. You hated that about her - the way she flickered from evil to morally gray.Â
And Rio, who balanced out Agatha's wickedness. You felt it, how her eyes always lingered on you. But never for longer than she did with Agatha.Â
The reasons against them were stacked, and yet there was still that one part of you that wondered about what a reconciled relationship with them would entail. Most likely more damage to your already fragile mind. Then again, you'd always found that pain turned you on.
The sound of footsteps jolted you out of your train of thought, immediately waking you up from your half-asleep state.Â
"Who's there?" you called, failing to mask the fear in your voice.
"Your worst nightmare," a demonic voice resounded, which you instantly recognized to be one of Rio's attempts to humour you.
The witch came into sight, accompanied by the last person you wanted to see right now.
Despite your pronounced hate for them, you couldn't deny that they looked perfect - especially under the glow of the moonlight.Â
"What are you doing here?" you murmured, smoothing out a wrinkle in your blouse.Â
"Couldn't sleep," Rio replied truthfully, eyeing you up and down. Her gaze finally rested on your hands, where you were nervously playing with your index ring, a habit you'd picked up years ago when she'd first bought it for you.Â
However, your attention was directed at Agatha, who had adopted a villainous smirk. Something had changed in her tonight; behind her icy blue eyes hid macabre intentions. It was almost comedic how you still felt like you knew every serrated, damaged inch of her soul. Old habits died hard, you supposed.
"What is it, Agatha?" you asked, failing to hide the tremble in your voice.Â
"Oh, nothing," she replied, her tone lilted, "it's just ironic, I suppose. All that 'I'm not yours' bullshit and defiant attitude..."
You tensed as she neared you, noticing the way her eyes glinted at your recoiled stance. In a split second, her fingers wrapped around your throat, trapping you in a chokehold.
"... when we both know why you came."
Her grip tightened, her veins becoming more defined as your breathing shallowed.
"Agatha," Rio admonished, prompting her to relax her grip.Â
A soft cackle rang through the air as Agatha stroked your cheek with her free hand, reveling in the way you trembled under her touch.
Flashbacks of the life you'd had with them echoed in your mind, memories of your past encounters hammering at the walls of your skull. It was always the same. Agatha, skillfully inflicting the sweetest torture imaginable on your body, whilst Rio sat back and watched. The mocking, saccharine tone Agatha adopted whilst Rio carved their names into your flesh. The way they forced you past your limits, the long, euphoric nights.Â
"So helpless," she jested, dragging out her words. "Now, where have I seen that before?"
Your reply was barely audible, interrupted by a hitch in your breath. "Stop."
Ignoring your plea for mercy, she pulled up your sleeve, releasing her grip on your throat. The faint outline of the words 'RIO' and 'AGATHA' were only just visible, having faded after decades of neglect. Agatha swiveled around, jerking your arm out for Rio to see.
"Would you look at that?" Rio marveled. She tutted softly, before brandishing her dagger. A sadistic smile tugged at her lips as she held it to your throat. You flinched away from the cold metal, beads of red decorating the blade. Your attempts to run away from the dagger were foiled when she swiveled you around and secured you waist with her free hand, the other keeping you in place.
"You were so jealous of Rio earlier, weren't you, pet?" Agatha taunted, relishing in the way your eyes narrowed at the use of her pet name. "You wanted me to leave a scar, didn't you?"
If you hadn't had a blade pressed against your throat, you would have called her out for twisting your words. But, in this instance, you couldn't help but shrink back from their towering presences.
Snorting at your silence, she continued with her onslaught of cruel jokes. "Why so silent? Cat got your tongue?"
"There's a blade to my throat, if you haven't noticed," you snapped, causing Rio to add pressure to your skin.
"There's that nasty attitude again," Agatha proclaimed gleefully, circling around you. "How long has it been since you've been properly punished, sweets?"
You recoiled at her use of the word 'punished', your gaze steeling. "Stop," you murmured, failing to mask the quiver in your voice. "I'm not going to indulge in your sick revenge fantasy."
"Aren't you?"
Rio's voice cut through the tension in the air like a knife through butter, her fingernails digging into the side of your waist. Agatha smirked maliciously, tilting your chin up with her calloused fingers.Â
"I don't think you have much of a choice, pet."
Satisfied with your silence as a response, she trailed her fingers down to your blouse, roughly unbuttoning it. She pinched at the peak of your breast, relishing in how it hardened at her touch.
"So sensitive," Agatha murmured, twisting it sharply. A small yelp escaped your lips, reprimanded by a sharp cut to the throat. Hot blood trickled down the wound, staining the witch's fingers.
"Agatha -" you gasped, only to be cut off by the sound of Lilia's voice echoing down The Road.
"They're coming. We have to go."
Glancing at the direction of the voice, Agatha withdrew her hand, causing you to sigh in relief. The sound didn't go unnoticed by the witches. Visibly annoyed, Agatha grabbed your jaw, forcing you to look at her.
"This isn't over," she threatened, before dramatically whisking her cape and walking away. Rio followed, but not before dragging her dagger over your throat again. When you didn't budge, she looked over her shoulder, glancing at you expectantly.
"Come on," she said, taking ahold of your arm. "We have to go."
As you trailed behind the witches, the warm, crimson blood trickled down the small wound in your throat, bleeding into the collar of your shirt. To anybody else, it would've just seemed like a simple cut, but you knew what it truly was. A symbol, of their claim over you. Hard, cold proof that no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't escape their hold over you. And for some strange, demented reason, you found comfort in knowing that.Â
The dynamic between you and them remained ever the same. Agatha and Rio, your sacred protectors, and you, a wolf in the clothing of a sacrificial lamb. And despite your pathetic attempts to hide it, you knew that they understood exactly who you were to the very marrow of your bones.Â
That was what scared you about them.
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Reader x DARK!Agatha Harkness â Exes
EXCERPT; you being a non-witch however, caused most of the issues that led to the breakup. your ex girlfriend loved using her power to manipulate you, as if it was a game to see how far she could make you go for her. on one side, it turned you on to know she was using her power to control you, and on the other, you wanted her to be her true self with you. manipulation and control were her main persona, but you knew that deep down, she was soft, and gentle. she had showed you this side of her before, but when she went back to being cold, and ruthless, it felt like she had become a different person.
Fic Details: Reader is agatha's ex. they haven't spoken since agatha was placed under the scarlet witch's hex. After reader sees Agatha at an event with another woman, she pays an unexpected visit to reader. She reminds reader that reader belongs to her, and that she will never fuck anyone the way she fucks r.
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Iâve Missed You
Paring: Dark!Agatha Harkness x reader
Summary: You and Agatha had a twisted history. She had kidnapped you into Wandaâs distorted reality to make you into her perfect wife. She had you under a spell until Wanda freed you. Wanda promised you Agatha would never hurt you again and helped you find a new home where Agatha wouldnât be able to find you. You had your little house in the middle of nowhere, where you were safeâŠor so you thought. (This is also based on the one clip of Rio pinning Agatha to the wall.)
Warnings; kidnapping, magical manipulation, manipulation, metal abuse, fingering, strap on use (r receiving), mommy kink.
Word Count: 1.9k
A/n: All these Agatha All Along trailers and teaser have motivated me to write after four months. I am so ecstatic for it to come out already! I have waited two years for this! đ
You and Agatha had a twisted history. She had kidnapped you into Wandaâs distorted reality to make you into her perfect wife. She had you under a spell until Wanda freed you. You told her everything about Agathaâs sick plan and Wanda then was able to trick Agatha and put her under spell, trapping her in Westview. Wanda promised you Agatha would never hurt you again and helped you find a new home where Agatha wouldnât be able to find you. She even casted runes around the house.
A couple months after those events you found out about Wandaâs death. You grieved her death little, she was the closest thing you had to a friend ever since Agatha stripped you from your friends and family, but most of all you felt fear. Fear that Agatha would come out of the spell and go looking for you especially because Wandaâs runes had disappeared.
You were paranoid for months until you had confirmation that she was still in Westview under the spell. You spent the next three years in hiding. You had your little house in the middle of nowhere, where you were safeâŠor so you thought.
It was around mid day when you found yourself in the kitchen making some coffee. You were just wearing a robe and your hair was laying wild over your shoulders. As you were pouring the milk into your coffee, you heard a noise outside. You frowned and walked over to the window and saw nothing. As you were about to get back to your coffee, you heard it again. You grabbed a knife and walked over to the front door. Before you could even open it, the door burst over and someone pinned you against the wall, making you drop the knife.
âIâve missed you, sweetheart.â That voiceâŠyou hadnât heard it in so long, it made your skin crawl.
âA-agatha?â your voice trembled as you said her name. You looked into her eyes, she looked the same, she hadnât aged a day yet she looked older in a way. Maybe it was the dark circles that laid under her eyes. She gave you a sinister smile moving her hand to brush a strand of hair out of your face and tucked it behind your ear.
âYou look as beautiful as the day you left me.â
âHow did you free yourself? And how did you find me-â
âI had some help,â she simply said, moving her hand to your neck and squeezing lightly, âI didnât appreciate you betraying me and running away. Did you really think you could get away from me?â she pouted mockingly.
âAgatha please-â you wrapped your hand around her wrist.
âSay that again, you know how much I love to hear you beg.â
âP-please donât hurt m-meâŠâ your voice cracked. You were terrified of this womanâs power, of what she could do. Agatha dismissed your pleas and started kissing down your neck, surprisingly gentle.
âGod, I missed you so much,â her hand sneaked underneath your robe to grip onto your waist, âWanda did quite the number on me but now sheâs not here to save you,â she whispered harshly into your ear and a tear silently ran down your cheek.
âShh, baby, there's no need to cry,â she wiped the tear away, âI promise to take my time with you.â She started dragging you to your bedroom and you just let her, you knew better than to fight back. She pushed you on your bed and started undressing. Even if she was manipulative she was still very attractive. Something you would never admit. When she was done, she crawled on top of you, still leaving your robe on.
âLook at me,â she said when you looked everywhere but her. You just wanted this to be over with. âI said look at me,â she demanded, cupping your face, making you look at her. Usually when you looked into her eyes, all you saw was lust and possessiveness but this time, there was something different.
âTell me you missed me, Y/n. Tell me you missed my touch.â she pleaded. This was very out of character for her. She never showed vulnerability. Ever. Yet, here she was asking you if you missed her as if her life depended on it.
âIâŠâ she started to kiss your neck again, nipping at it, âI missed you too,â you finally said. It wasnât a complete lie, a small part of you did miss her. She did kidnap you but she still took care of you and gave you everything you had ever wanted.
âGood girl~â she finally started to untie your robe.
âAggie-â you tried to protest, gripping into her wrist but she pinned your hand above your head with her magical binds.
âShh, just relax,â she took off your robe, leaving you completely bare, âIâm going to take care of you.â
âAll you do is h-hurt meâŠâ
âThatâs because you disobeyed me. I had to discipline you,â she said, manipulating you into thinking it was your fault, âIf only you just did as you were told, I wouldn't have had to hurt you bunnyâŠâ she softly ran her nails down your waist and hips, leaving a trail of goosebumps behind. You remained quiet, not saying a word as her fingers moved closer to your core.
âI canât wait to have you all to myself again,â she finally dipped her fingers into your wetness, chuckling at the fact that you were absolutely soaked for her. She started to slowly circle your clit, her breath hot against your ear.
âYou were always so ready for me, baby. Your body still remembers me.â You whimpered when the pleasure caught up to you. You hadnât touched yourself for so long. Your thoughts undoubtedly went to Agatha every time you tried so you gave up trying to find relief.
She chuckled at your reaction, clearly amused by your whimpers. She started to move her fingers faster, applying more pressure to your clit.
âI bet you havenât touched yourself since you left me. You were too afraid to think about me, werenât you?â
ââŠyes.â You replied, biting your lip when she sped up her movements.
âThatâs what I thought. You knew that no one could make you feel as good as I do. No one can satisfy you like I can,â she smiled and leaned down to suck on your neck, leaving a dark spot.
âN-no one canâŠâ You said, your brain turning into mush as she slipped her fingers inside you.
âIâm the only one who knows you better than you know yourself. You can barely take care of yourself, baby. You need me.â Agatha was doing what she knew best, manipulating you. She could put you under her spell again but she wanted you to willingly submit to her. She could feel your body starting to tense up as she continued to work her fingers inside you. She moved her lips to your jaw, placing gentle kisses along the way.
âYouâre so close, arenât you baby? Do you remember the rules?â
âMhmm,â you hummed in response, tugging at the binds slightly.
âWhat do you say then?â she slowed down her movements, loving to see you so desperate for her touch.
âCan I cum please?â
âBeg me, baby. I want to hear you beg for me.â
âPlease mommy? I promise to be a good girl!â And there it was. She finally had you exactly where she wanted you. She smirked at your words, her eyes darkened with lust.
âThatâs my good girl. You always know how to please me. Cum for me, baby. Cum for mommy.â She freed your hands and you clung to her as you rode your high, moving your hips against her hand. She spoke sweet nothings into your ear, encouraging you before finally pulling her fingers out and kissing your forehead. You thought it was over until you felt something poking your entrance again.
âMommy?â You mumbled again, trying to clench your thighs together. She smiled and gently caressed your face.
âIâm not done with you yet, baby. You still have a lot to make up for~â
âNo more-â you tried to push her away but she didnât budge. She grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at her.
âDonât tell me no, darling. Youâre going to be a good girl and take whatever I give you. Understood? Donât you want mommy to feel good too?â She started rubbing the tip of her enchanted strap against your pussy lips. Sheâd fucked you with the strap many times and she could feel everything which is why it was her favorite toy to use on you.
âBut Iâm too sensitive.â You whined.
âYou can handle it, baby,â she chuckled and slowly pushed the tip of the strap inside you, âYouâve done it beforeâŠâ she started to move her hips, pushing the strap deeper inside you. The strap slipped right in, your juices making it quite easy.
âFuck, baby. You still feel so fucking tight. Youâre taking me so well. Youâre such a good girl~â Agatha groaned. Your pained whimpers soon turned into pleasurable moans and the knot in your stomach started to build up again. She continued to thrust into you, her movements becoming more erratic as she felt her own pleasure building up. She leaned down and whispered in your ear.
âThatâs it, baby. Keep making those pretty sounds for me. I want to hear you scream my name when you cum.â
âA-Aggie-â You dug your nails onto her back. She let out a low growl, her grip on your hips tightening.
âSay it again, baby. Say my name again.â
âAgatha!â You came again, your pussy pulsing around her strap as your legs started to shake. Agatha let out a moan as she felt you cum around her strap, her own orgasm washing over her. She continued to thrust into you a few more times before pulling out and collapsing on top of you.
âThatâs my good girl. You did so well, baby,â she started petting your hair as if you were a pet. She pulled you closer, holding you in her arms. She ran her fingers through your hair, her voice soft.
âYouâre mine and no one elseâs. Youâre going to be a good girl and obey me, understand? You donât want mommy to have to hurt for not listening, do you?â You frantically shook your head, burning your face in her neck. She gripped your hair and pulled your head back, forcing you to look at her.
âI said, do you understand? You will do as I say. You will obey me. You are mine to control and use as I please. Donât make me punish you, baby.â
âI u-understandâŠâ your eyes watered a bit, now you were really trapped. She smiled and released your hair, her hand gently stroking your cheek.
âGood girl. I knew you would see things my way. Youâre so much more compliant when your brain is turned into mush, isnât that right? Maybe Iâll have to fuck you more often so you donât fight me,â she kissed your forehead and pulled you closer to her, wrapping her arms around you possessively. Agatha held you tightly, enjoying the feeling of having you in her arms again. She ran her fingers through your hair, gently massaging your scalp. She could see the gears turning in your head and spoke up again.
âDonât worry, baby. Youâll get used to it. Youâll learn to love being mine again. And Iâll take good care of you, I promise. You wonât want anything as long as youâre with meâŠâ
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Dream a Little Dream
Dark Witch!Agatha Harkness x fem!reader
Word count: 2K
Warnings: 18+ MDNI, Somnophila, dubcon, cnc, possesiveness, magic used like a drug
Authors notes: Mmmmmm somno
Agatha stepped through the door of the dimly lit house, her coat trailing behind her like a shadow, the soft sound of her boots against the floor the only noise breaking the stillness. The air was heavy with the scent of burning candles, herbs, and faint remnants of her last spell, lingering from her earlier work. It had been a long night of ritual casting, ancient incantations still tingling at her fingertips, but none of it compared to the pull she felt when she thought of you.
Her sharp eyes scanned the room, looking for you. The usual stirrings of life and warmth you brought to the home were missing. It only took her a moment to notice the faint glow of candlelight spilling out from the slightly ajar door of the bedroom. A small smile tugged at the corners of her lips. She could feel you before she even opened the doorâa soft, sweet energy that always welcomed her, even in your dreams.
Quietly, Agatha pushed the door open, her smile deepening when she found you curled up in bed, already fast asleep. You looked so peaceful, your chest rising and falling in a gentle rhythm. You had fallen asleep without her, completely oblivious to the darkness she carried with her from her rituals.
"Couldn't wait for me, could you, darling?" she whispered, more to herself than to you, her voice laced with affection and a hint of possessiveness.
She leaned against the doorframe for a moment, just watching you. Her fingers itched with the desire to reach out, to touch you, but she held backâfor now.Â
There was something about seeing you like this, so unguarded, so trusting in her presence. It stirred something deep within her, a dark satisfaction knowing that you were hers, even when you were unaware.
With a flick of her wrist, the lights in the room dimmed further, the shadows deepening around the bed. She slowly unfastened her coat, letting it drap over the chair in the corner, her footsteps almost soundless as she approached. Her eyes never left you, drinking in every inch of your resting form, how your body moved ever so slightly beneath the covers, your lips slightly parted in sleep.
"Such a good little thing," she purred softly, her fingers grazing the bedpost as she moved to sit on the edge of the bed. Her magic rippled through the air, wrapping around you like a second skin, keeping you tethered in your dreamscape, ensuring that you wouldnât wake just yet.
Agatha leaned down, her lips hovering over your temple as she whispered, âDid you miss me, darling? I know you did.â
Her touch lingered there for a moment, just enough to make her presence known even in your dreams. She could feel the pull, the way your body unconsciously reacted to her proximity, even in sleep. It made her heart race, her desire for you stirring beneath the surface, dark and all-consuming.
Agatha lingered by your side, the edges of her dark power curling around the room like smoke, thickening the air with something almost tangible. She brushed a strand of hair away from your face, her fingers featherlight as they ghosted along your skin. You stirred faintly, shifting in your sleep, but her magic kept you locked in your dream world. A soft, pleased smile spread across her lips as she felt you relax again beneath her touch.
âAlways so sweet for me, even in sleep,â she murmured, her voice velvet-smooth and dripping with affection. Her hand moved to your shoulder, tracing a lazy path down the length of your arm, as if savoring every inch of you. She paused when her fingers reached the hem of the blanket, her eyes flickering with a darker intent.
Gently, carefully, Agatha peeled the blanket back, revealing your body to the cool air of the room. Her breath caught as she took in the sight of you, still peaceful, still vulnerable, your chest rising and falling in time with your steady breaths. She could feel her desire for you deepening with every second that passed.
Her fingers danced along the edge of your sleepwear, tracing the fabric where it clung to your body. She leaned in close, her lips brushing against the soft skin of your neck, her breath warm as she whispered against you. "Do you know how much I crave you, even when you're like this? Especially when you're like this? You're mineâalways mine."
She could feel the magic within her thrumming with anticipation, pulsing with the temptation to lose herself in you completely. But for now, she kept herself tethered, her control a thin thread that could snap at any moment. There was something so intoxicating about having you like this, in this state, where she could take her timeâwhere every touch, every whisper was hers to control.
Slowly, her hand slid beneath the fabric of your nightclothes, her fingers gliding over your skin, warm and soft beneath her touch. You shifted again, a quiet sound escaping your lips as your body instinctively reacted to her, even in sleep. Agatha's smile widened, her heart pounding with dark satisfaction.
âDonât worry, darling,â she purred, her lips brushing against your ear. âIâll take care of you⊠even when you canât ask for it.â
Her other hand followed, tracing over your body in slow, deliberate strokes, her touch growing more possessive with every passing moment. She watched the way your breathing hitched, your body reacting to her without thought, without reason, and it made her pulse quicken with a heady rush of power. You were so completely at her mercy, and the thrill of that realization sent a shiver down her spine.
She lowered herself beside you, her body pressing gently against yours as she settled into the bed, her lips grazing your collarbone now, leaving a trail of warm, fleeting kisses. âSo perfect,â she whispered, her voice dark and honeyed. "So mine."
Agathaâs hand slipped further, her fingers ghosting over your abdomen, drawing soft, lazy circles as she continued to explore your skin. The tension in the room thickened as her touch grew bolder, more possessive. Every time you stirred in your sleep, she felt the rush of control tighten around her, and it made her desire burn hotter, deeper.
âYou have no idea what you do to me, even like this,â she murmured, her lips pressing softly against your shoulder, her fingers teasing at the edge of your sleepwear.
Her magic pulsed again, wrapping itself around you, keeping you in your slumber, ensuring you were hersâbody, mind, and soul. Agathaâs hunger for you deepened, the dark witch relishing every moment of your vulnerability, every breath you took in her presence. And she wasnât done yet.
Not even close.
Agathaâs fingers slipped lower, tracing the curve of your waist as her lips pressed warm, open-mouthed kisses along your collarbone, savoring the taste of your skin. You shifted again beneath her, the soft sound of your breath catching in your throat making her smirk in delight. The magic sheâd woven around you pulsed softly, binding you to sleep, keeping you in that perfect, blissful unawareness as she toyed with your body.
Her lips hovered just above your ear as she whispered, her voice a low, sultry murmur. âYouâre so beautiful like this, darling. Completely helpless⊠completely mine.â
Her hands wandered slowly, deliberately, taking their time to explore the dips and curves of your body, reveling in the way your muscles twitched beneath her touch. She loved knowing that even in your slumber, your body responded to her, as if it instinctively knew who it belonged to.
Agathaâs eyes darkened with hunger as her hand ghosted over your stomach, teasing the edge of your underwear, her thumb brushing lightly against the fabric. She could feel the heat radiating from you, and it only made her desire burn hotter. She leaned down, her lips brushing the shell of your ear as she whispered, âI wonder⊠if youâll wake up when I touch you hereâŠâ
Her hand dipped lower, sliding beneath the thin fabric. The second her fingers made contact with your clit, a soft gasp escaped your lips, and Agatha couldnât help the wicked smile that spread across her face. She moved slowly, her touch gentle but firm, teasing you in slow, deliberate strokes, her magic keeping you right on the edge of consciousness.
âDo you like that?â she murmured, her voice dripping with possessiveness. âEven in your dreams, youâre aching for me, arenât you?â
Your body responded to her touch, your hips shifting slightly, a quiet moan slipping from your lips. Agathaâs breath hitched, her eyes dark with desire as she watched you writhe beneath her. Every sound you made, every movement you gave her, only fueled the fire inside her. She wanted to devour you, to claim every part of you, body and soul.
But she wasnât in any rush. Not tonight.
Agathaâs lips pressed against your throat, her teeth grazing your skin as she quickened the pace of her hand, her touch growing more insistent. She could feel the way your body tensed beneath her, the quiet whimpers that escaped your lips only making her pulse race faster. âThatâs it, darling,â she purred, her voice low and commanding. âJust let go for meâŠâ
Her fingers worked you expertly, drawing out every ounce of pleasure from you, watching with wicked delight as your body arched beneath her, your breath coming in soft, shallow gasps. You were so closeâshe could feel it, the way your muscles tensed, your thighs pressing together as you teetered on the edge.
But Agatha wasnât done with you yet.
Just as you were about to tip over, she pulled her hand away, leaving you gasping, desperate for more. She grinned down at you, her eyes glinting with dark satisfaction as she watched your body tremble, your chest heaving as you hovered on the brink of release. âNot yet, darling,â she whispered, her voice dripping with control. âI decide when you get to fall.â
She leaned down, her lips capturing yours in a soft, lingering kiss, her fingers brushing gently over your cheek. âYouâll get what you need⊠when Iâm ready to give it to you.â
Agatha shifted beside you, her body pressing against yours as she slid her hand back down, her touch even slower now, more teasing, as if savoring every moment of your desperation. She loved the way your body reacted to her, the way your hips unconsciously sought more of her touch, more of the pleasure she was so expertly denying you.
âYou belong to me,â she whispered, her voice low and commanding, her magic wrapping tighter around you, binding you to her will. âAnd Iâll take care of you⊠when Iâm ready.â
Her hand resumed its slow, torturous rhythm, teasing you right back to the edge, keeping you on the brink, your body aching for release. She could feel the tension building again, your muscles quivering beneath her touch, and it only made her want you more.
With a wicked grin, she leaned down, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispered, âNow⊠let go for me.â
Her fingers moved faster, pressing harder, and within moments, your body arched beneath her, a soft cry escaping your lips as pleasure crashed over you, waves of ecstasy pulsing through every inch of you. Agatha watched with dark satisfaction as you came undone beneath her, completely at her mercy, completely hers.
As you lay there, your body still trembling from the intensity of your release, Agatha leaned down, her lips pressing softly against your forehead. âGood girl,â she whispered, her voice soft but commanding. âNow rest⊠youâve pleased me tonight.â
With one last lingering touch, Agatha pulled away, settling beside you, her fingers running gently through your hair as you slipped back into a deeper, dreamless sleep, completely unaware of how thoroughly she had claimed you.
And as she lay there, her magic still wrapped around you like a protective shroud, Agatha smiled, her heart racing with dark satisfaction.
You were hersâalways.
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Betrayal
PAIRING: Agatha Harkness x Reader
SUMMARY: The reader is heartbroken and finds comfort in the arms of her best friend.
Or who betrayed who...
WARNING(s): Cheating, manipulation, and a whole lot of SMUT.
A/N: My fixation for this woman is just unhealthy and I'm loving it. Enjoy!
Y/N POV
"The day we met was the day I was no longer a man of my own because from that very moment I surrendered myself to you and you alone, my Y/N. "Â
Those were the exact words that my beloved husband said to me during our wedding vows. The words that made me feel like I was the luckiest woman alive⊠not until now.
Greg looks so handsome when he smiles, the way his eyes disappear with such mirth. Especially right now as he dances, swaying his body to the rhythm of the music. He's not really a fan of dancing but he tried it for me because he knew how much I love dancing, it made me feel special. But now as I watch him do exactly what I had originally thought he'd only do for me, with another woman nestled intimately between his arms made me realize that I wasn't as special as I thought I was.Â
The way he dances is so much better than how he used to as if he's been doing this for some time now. I originally thought the reason why he's been coming home late was due to his busy work schedule because that's exactly what he's been telling me, I guess I was wrong.
My husband is no longer mine aloneâŠ
Tears silently streamed down my cheeks unnoticed as I willed myself to turn away from the scene that turned my world upside downâŠ
The moment I went inside my car that's when all hell broke loose. I screamed and screamed until my throat felt raw and scratched while banging my fists against the wheel.Â
Cursing his name for the lies, cursing him for the promises, and cursing him for causing me the most excruciating pain I have ever felt in my life.
My heart feels like it has been punctured a million times over by tiny pins. It stings at first, but now it feels as if theyâve left me numb, not even slightly painful, just numb.Â
How could he do this to me? How could he cheat on me and throw years of marriage into the dust as if it meant nothing?! I gave him everything, I fully surrendered myself to him without reserve as I thought he would do the same to me⊠oh how wrong I wasâŠÂ
I cried even harder just thinking of his betrayal but I was also starting to panic as I felt my chest constrict, making it difficult for me to breathe.
Damn asthmaâŠ
I looked through my bag for my inhaler, but it was not there. The panic and lack of air drove me to start gasping, breathing as if the oxygen had been sucked from the air around me.
I clumsily grabbed my phone and dialed the first person I could think of at this dire moment.Â
After the final ring, I immediately spoke before the woman on the other line had the chance with labored breaths.
"A-agatha⊠I need you, please."
"Y/N? What's going on? Where are you? Are you hurt?" Despite the buzzing in my head and wheezing from my chest I can still hear the urgency and worry in her voice as she spewed one question over another.Â
"Ha-hades Den⊠please hu-hurry. Can't breathe." I stuttered through the desperate sobs that left my lips, alerting the woman in the other line even more.
"Hades Den? The dance studio? I'll be there as fast as I can, just be somewhere safe and stay on the line with me." Agatha instructed but I could barely hear anything she was saying as I struggled to control my breathing. With my hands cold and shaking I accidentally let go of my phone making it fall next to the pedals.
"Sweetheart? Hey, I'm on the road right now. Hello? Are you still there? Y/N? Please answer me, you're gonna give me a heart attack!"
Already my thoughts were becoming jumbled like I was in a nightmare. Without uttering another sound the side of my face met the tinted window as darkness overtook my vision and my eyes closed.
_=_=_
Not really knowing how long I was out when I was suddenly jolted from my position when the door opened and I fell into the arms of my best friend who without a doubt caught me safely in her arms.
"Oh my God! Y/N!! What happened to you?!" Agatha asked worriedly.
I clung to Agathaâs arms as she helped me out of my car. She held an inhaler to my lips and I immediately took a puff, holding it in for a count of four before slowly expelling the air that tasted of chemicals. It was kinda bitter really, but after so long with asthma, I had come to associate it with easier breathing and so in a weird sort of way I liked it. Agatha put the cap back on the inhaler and jammed it deep into her pocket.
"Ho-how did you know I needed that?" I asked.
"We've known each other since we were teens, sweetheart, I'm fully aware whenever my best friend is having an asthma attack."
One of her hands kept me balanced while the other one cradled the side of my face trying to get a glimpse of my eyes.
The moment our eyes met I could see my reflection in her beautiful blue orbs, and I looked exactly like how I feltâŠÂ like shit⊠making me release another stream of tears down my cheeks.
"Sweetheart, please tell me. What happened?" she worriedly asked again while wiping my tears off with her thumb.
I couldn't really tell her at the moment, I just wanted to get out of here.
"Take me away, please" I softly begged, my voice barely a whisper but I knew she heard me as understanding can be seen in her eyes.Â
She gently guided me towards the passenger seat of her car and put my seatbelt on me before settling on the driver's seat.
"I'll call someone to drive your car home," she informed me, I softly nodded in response. I leaned my head to the side of the window with my eyes closed as Agatha drove off away from the studio, away from my cheating husband.
_-_-_Â
"Y/N, wake up. We're here."
I woke up to Agatha's face close to mine as she gently shook me awake.
I was a little bit startled by how close her face was to mine, it was so close that I could feel her breath gently caress my cheek.
"U-um⊠okay," I gulped nervously, she only smiled before getting out of the car.
Surveying my surroundings, that's when I realized that she brought me to her house.
Agatha opened the door for me and gently took my hand in hers to assist me, leading me inside her humble abode.
Once inside the house, I was met with silence. Too quiet for what I was used to.
"Whereâs Nicky?" I asked curiously as I sat down on the sofa while she disappeared to the kitchen.
"Nicky is having a sleepover with his friends. I also gave the staff some days off so it's just us here," she explained, coming back to me with a tray of water and alcohol.
"Alcohol?"
"I have a feeling we're gonna be needing it" she smiled mischievously before turning serious.
"So⊠are you gonna tell me what happened or should I play the guessing game?" she asked while pouring me a glass of expensive scotch.
"Greg." uttering his name leaves a bitter taste on my tongue. Much more bitter than the alcohol that I'm currently pouring down my throat.
"What's wrong with your husband?" Agatha asked while taking a sip from her glass.
"He's cheating on me."
Shock and disbelief painted Agathaâs face, while I tried my best to keep my tears from falling.
"You're kidding."
"I can assure you I'm not, I saw it with my own two eyes."
As Agatha sat there in shock, she laid it on heavy. "I told you he was no good! He is nothing but a cheating bastard!" After a breath, she continued, "He was never good enough for you anyway." Agathaâ's words rang true as my world started to fall apart.
Finally, I looked up with tears in my eyes asking, "What do I do? Leave him?"
Agatha doesn't even hesitate, "Hell yes! He doesn't deserve someone special like you."
I just sat and listened to whatever Agatha has to say as well as getting a little too deep with the alcohol consumption.
"You see, sweetheart, men like Greg are like damn leeches that suck the life from anything they come in contact with. He doesn't deserve an angel like you." she said with such seriousness which actually made me giggle a bit despite everything, probably because I'm getting really tipsy. I'm also starting to believe every word that comes out from her luscious red lipsâŠÂ
Wait, What the hell am I thinking?!
I shook my head trying to get these⊠Um...weird thoughts about my best friend's kissable lips and what they probably taste like.
Arghh!! What the hell brain?!
"Hey, are you alright?" Agatha looked at me as if I've grown two heads on the spot, which made me blush out of embarrassment.Â
"Ye-yeah⊠Sorry⊠I'm getting a little too tipsy." I mumbled before getting up from the spot, which was a bad move since I lost my balance and fell backward into Agatha's lap.
"Well, this is comfortable" Agatha smirked as she wrapped her arms securely around my waist which only brought more blood flowing through my cheeks.
"A-agatha what are you doing?" I asked while trying to get her hands off me but failed miserably. She only laughed at my attempts and I was starting to get irritated not until I felt her warm lips softly pressed against my nape.
I went completely rigid from the contact, breath hitching, and my mind running wild with what the hell is going on.
"Is something wrong?" Agatha asks with a grin plastered on her face.
"N-nothing." I stuttered back to her.
Oh god, what do I do?!
"Are you sure? You seem a little flustered. Especially when you were eyeing my lips minutes ago" she asks before pausing, "It's as if you have been thinking of doing something with them."
"Agatha, I... I can explain." I tried to argue, yet I had no argument in my head.
"No need to, I understand. I've wondered for a very long time how your lips would taste as well," she whispered next to my ear. Her breath tickles my now sensitive skin.
Before I could react I felt Agatha's hand on my arm, I almost jumped out of my skin.
"Why don't we stop this little game," Agatha says, bringing her hand to my chin and making me look into her burning blue eyes, "And just⊠Give⊠In."
Oh my god! What should I do? This is so wrong.
"That's enough Agatha. I donât want that and you won't speak to me like this any longer. Iâm not like you⊠Iâm not into women and married.â
"We both know thatâs a lie,â Agatha whispered, and I watched as my best friend's hands moved to the buttons of my shirt. I could only watch her playing with it, slowly unbuttoning it one by one. "I think you do want it⊠In fact, I think you're deeply curious about it. You know I can treat you better, and make you feel even better than any man could."
"Aggie..." I went to protest.
"Shhhh." She whispers to interrupt me.
Frozen in my place, I was helpless to simply watch as my childhood best friend now fully unbuttoned my shirt. Her soft, slender hands move to the inside and effortlessly start to push the shirt to the side, exposing just a little of my bare skin.
"Give in, pet. Let your curiosity run wild" Agatha whispers.
My gaze meets her's, her soft lips smiling back at me as I feel soft fingertips running against my skin.
That's when I decided to surrender myself to this gorgeous woman holding me.
In a smooth and quick motion, Agatha pushes the shirt and it falls over. Only being held up by my arms, yet now my front body was fully on show. Wearing just a lace push-up bra, I remained still as Agatha's fingertips continued to explore my body.
 "Do you like it when I touch your body like this?"
Oh god, please help me.
"Y-yes." I stuttered back, closing my eyes as goosebumps appeared all over my body.
Knowing that I was losing control of myself.
She smoothly moved her head forward, her soft, delicious lips ever so slightly brushing against my ear as she whispers in the most seductive of tones.
"Does it feel good baby?"
"I...I....I..." I stuttered back, not being able to speak.
Closing my eyes and feeling Agathaâs warm breath on my ear makes my legs feel like jelly. I can already tell that my warmth is absolutely soaked.
Her hands explored my back and found their way to my bra strap.
"Cat got your tongue?" She whispers into my ear, her tongue slightly leaving her mouth and licking my ear lobe.
I gasped out loud.
My bra strap was unhooked. Pulling her head back, Agathaâs face was filled with joy as she kept a hold of the bra and pulled it back and off my body.
My body, no longer fighting any of Agatha's advancements allowing her to remove my bra, now sitting with my breasts on show.
With a slow movement, Agatha cups my right breast. Slowly playing with it, she flicks her thumb over the nipple over and over.
"Ooohh." I accidentally moan, my legs feeling weak beneath me.
"Do you like that?" Agatha whispers.
"Y-yes," I whispered back.
She continued to play with my nipple in her hand, knowing that I will soon be too far gone to turn back.
"What about this?"
My eyes were wide open in shock and a gasp escaped my lips as Agatha swiftly laid me on my back on the sofa while she hovered over my flushed body. She didn't waste any time and moved her head forward, her soft, plump lips landing around my nipple. Her wet tongue comes out and flicks it, running around in small circles.
I can't stop myself from letting out soft moans, my nipples have always been my weak point. As I looked down at Agathaâs soft dark hair, feeling her tongue playing with my nipple my legs begin to squirm.
She sucks on my nipple and nibbles down on it with her teeth.
"Oooohh." I moaned louder.
"Aggie, this is wrong." I panted out weakly.
"Yet, here we are," Agatha says, giving one last lick before pulling her mouth away. Keeping her hand on my breast, I feel like she had me lying here forever. "Why are you fighting this?" She asks.
Her hand pulls away from my breast. Just when I thought it might be over, Agathaâs hand returns softly to my pants-covered thigh. Instinctively, I slightly opened it and allowed my best friend's hand to run between them, ever so slowly getting closer and closer to my center.
Finally reaching it, she popped off the button and inserted her hand inside my pants, gave my warmth a slow rub from outside my underwear, and whispered.
"Why are you so wet?"
"I.... don't know." I tried to think of an answer but my mind is somewhere else.
"Hmmm⊠I think you do know. It's because you want this⊠need thisâŠ" Agatha pushed my underwear to one side; she easily slid one finger knuckle deep inside of my drenched warmth.
"Oooohhh." I moaned, biting down on my lip.
"Am I right, baby?." Agatha whispers, arching her finger inside my warmth, rubbing against my G-spot.
"Ooooh god." I moaned louder, closing my eyes and allowing myself to be fingered right here in my best friend's living room.
My head is a mess, the pure pleasure coming from Agatha's finger just increases when she easily pushes a second finger inside and perfectly hits my G-spot.
"Answer me, Y/N," Agatha demanded.
"Yyyyeesss." I moaned out in pure ecstasy.
"Yes, what?" She asks with a smile, knowing she had me where she wanted me.
"Yes, I want it," I said firmly, opening my eyes and staring at her beautiful face.
This spurred her to increase the pace of her fingering.
"Yes!" I moaned over and over, my G-spot getting hit by her amazing fingers.
"Good," Agatha says firmly and pulls her fingers out of my warmth, "Let's take this to the bedroom."
I know I should stop this, deep down I know this is wrong and that this can only end badly. But right now, I was no longer thinking with reason.
"Okay," I whispered.
She grabbed my hand and led me to her bedroom.
Finally, in the room, she shuts the door before sitting on the bed.
"Take off your underwear," Agatha commanded.
Not speaking, I bent over and pushed my underwear off. Now standing completely naked, by choice, in front of my best friend.
"Come sit next to me."
Sitting down, we stared at each other. For a moment, thinking of what is about to happen made my body almost shaking with excitement.
Agathaâs hand appeared on my thigh and once again instinctively I opened them. Her fingertip moves to my swollen clit.
"Oh god..." I gasped. Looking her dead in the eyes as she slowly massages my clit, sending so much pleasure throughout my body.
As my breathing gets heavier and heavier, my legs begin to twitch from every flick of Agatha's finger.
Not being able to control myself any longer, I moved my head forward and captured Agatha's lips with mine. Savoring her cherry-flavored chapstick.
As our kiss deepens, her fingers move faster on my clit making my legs twitch from pleasure.
My hand started to explore Agatha's body, caressing with such gentleness and sensuality. Landing my hand on her thigh, I gripped it tightly as I could feel myself nearing my release but before it reached that point, Agatha suddenly pulled her hand away from my aching warmth, making me whine in frustration.
Stopping the kiss, I stared at her in confusion. But before I could say anything she placed her fingers on my mouth and pushed it in, making me taste my arousal. It was divineâŠ
With the combination of alcohol and pure lust burning through my system, I began to suck on her fingers as if they were a lolly whilst staring into her eyes, making her groan in approval.
The moment my mouth left her fingers, Agatha stood up and undressed with such speed I could barely process how she did it, but here she is now completely bare for me to see and worship.
I was still sitting on the edge of the bed when Agatha gently straddled me, our naked chests deliciously pressing against each other.
She grabbed my head and held it just inches away from hers, staring at each other's eyes.
"Touch me," She ordered.
Not having to be told twice, my hand goes to her smooth warmth which is just as wet as her own. With ease, I pushed my index finger inside and started to rub it against Agatha's G-spot.
"Ohhh yes!" She moans loudly. She looks down at herself fingering me whilst I fingered her. Looking back up we moaned in unison.
"Oh fuck yes!" Agatha moans out, pushing in to kiss me hard as the two of us finger each other.
This continues for a few minutes, each of our moans growing louder and louder.
"Lie down on your back baby," Agatha instructed as she pulled away from me. I was so close to my release but didn't mind it one bit for I was more than excited about what was to come next.
Lying down flat, I watched as she parted my legs and began kissing slowly up to the insides of my thighs.
She went closer and closer to my warmth until it was staring directly at her.
I turned red as a tomato as I saw how Agatha looked at my warmth, she was looking at it as if she wanted to devour it.
"Beautiful," she whispered and slowly moved forward.
Her tongue pushed inside of me and tasted my nectar. With her eyes closed, she explored my warmth. I can feel her running her tongue up and down my soft lips. In and out of my hole before finally reaching my throbbing clit.
"Mmmmm yes!" I moaned when Agatha's tongue first flicked my clit.
The way she was looking at me right now made everything so much hotter, and with it, a moan left my lips.
Agatha moaned back before getting her tongue back onto my sensitive clit.
"Don't stop,â
I slowly started to grind my warmth back and forth on Agatha's eager tongue.
My legs were spread wide, accepting the finger fucking in my warmth as the sound of my juices filled the room.
"Mmmmmm! A-aggie⊠I'm close.â
"You want to cum all over my face, baby? You want to cum on your best friend's face?" Agatha moaned but didn't even give me a chance to reply when her hands gripped my thigh firmly and in one quick motion slid her fingers knuckle deep into my tight, dripping warmth.
"AGATHAA!!!" I screamed out in pure pleasure and arched my back as my warmth flooded over Agatha's face. An earth-shattering orgasm wrecked my body over and over again.
As my body carries on shaking as my orgasm slowly dies down, Agatha, still hooked on my delicious warmth, carries on licking me, lapping up every drop of cum as she can while continuously she fingers my overstimulated warmth.
"Agatha, stop." I panted out, feeling too sensitive after cumming.
"Just one more, baby. Give me one more." She coos, with her words I screamed as my second orgasm was ripped from me. This time squirting all over my best friend's face and soaking the silk sheets that she shares with her wife. The taste of my sweet release on her tongue, and the magnificent sight of me squirting was too much for Agatha, making her cum hard with a primal moan.
After cleaning my warmth with her tongue she sits to the side and just stares at me with a beautiful smile on her face, looking quite proud of herself. I can see my juice dripping from her chin and some still glossing her lips which she seductively licks with her tongue, while her eyes are devouring mine.
What a sightâŠ
She starts to slide her fingers around my lips. The fingers that were just in my warmth.
"Mmmm." I moaned as I happily took them into my mouth before her fingers were replaced with her soft lips.
Our lips parted before staring deeply into each other's eyes. All I could see in her eyes was pure admiration, desire, andâŠlove?
"You're mine now, sweet thing, and I will not let anyone come in between us⊠never again." She whispered before gathering me into her arms with my head resting on her chest.
Her words ring inside my head, but I find myself loving the idea of being with Agatha, not quite processing the last part of her declaration which I gladly dismissed. All I can think about is that she wants me to be hers, and that made me feel like the whole damn zoo was having a party inside my tummy.
"Yours" I softly whispered with a bright smile on my face.
For a few minutes, we just both laid there basking in each other's warmth in silence. The smell and taste of my release filled our senses, and the room itself. It was the last thing my mind processed before letting sleep take me into the arms of my new lover.
_=_=_
It was a little before 11 pm when I pulled into the garage of my mansion, a mansion I share with my cheating husband. Thinking about it should've still made me feel bad, but that wasn't the case anymore. Because all I can ever think about the moment I left Agatha's home was her touches, kisses, and sweet words that she constantly whispered in my ears.
I came in the door a bit tired from the earlier activities but with a glowing smile still etched on my face. I set my bag and jacket on the kitchen table before I saw Greg eagerly enter the living room and stopped dead in his tracks when he saw me. "Wow, honey, you...you look glowing."
I just smiled a wicked little before answering in a slightly snarky tone. "Oh, thanks, honey."
If only you knew how I got this glowâŠ
"Where have you been? I've been calling your phone non-stop but you weren't answering. I was so worried." Greg said, his voice raw with worry.
Getting fucked by my best friend in a much better way than you'd ever could⊠no biggie. I wish I could say these words out loud but I did my best to refrain from doing so, instead, I went into acting mode.
"Oh, I'm so sorry hon. I forgot my phone in my car. I was with Agatha the whole time, and well, we got busyâŠso busy that the time completely slipped my mind." I explained with my most convincing voice.
You cheating bastard don't deserve a single damn explanation from me, but I'll play your game, Greg⊠just for the kick of it.
"Well, I'm just glad you're home safe and sound. By the way, I have a surprise for you. I know I've been really busy lately, but I want to make it up to you tomorrow night."
"Oh, that's nice," I answered, not overly excited but still kept on indulging him.
"And to celebrate the anniversary of our marriage, maybe even a bigger surprise for you. I learned to dance." Greg happily announced, I on the other hand am confused as hell.
Shit, I didn't even realize the date for tomorrow is our anniversary. At that moment, Greg stepped toward me, pulled me in, and waltzed with me a few steps. While we danced, he said, "I have been taking lessons twice a week. I know I am no expert dancer, but I wanted to do this for you. I even have reservations for us."
I continued moving with Greg, my eyes wide and in shock as my mind started to spin. I suddenly stopped and just stood there. All I could think was 'this can't be. There is no way it was just dancing. He was cheating on me. He had to be cheating on me.' I had tears streaming down my face as I thought of what I had done earlier.
"Honey, I also took the liberty of buying the dress you saw last week when we went to the mall. I know it's a big surprise but we have all night to dance the night away." I was in shock as I continued to stare at him. And all I could ask is, "How?"
"Well, it wasn't easy. About two months ago, I was talking with Agatha, and I was saying how I wanted to do something big like learn to dance. She said she knew someone who offers dance lessons. So, for a week during lunch, we would work on a few basics in my office. Then, we progressed to going out dancing every Tuesday and Thursday at Hades Den, the dance studio. I invited my dance instructor and her fiancé to join us. I thought I owed them a nice night out after how helpful they have been. I'm so glad Agatha managed to keep it from you, I made her swear not to, so the surprise won't be spoiled. I was quite shocked since we both know she can't even keep a secret." Greg chuckled.
Hearing Agatha's name was enough to snap me out of my trance, "A-agtha knew?"
"Oh, she more than knew. She knows all about the entire plan. Sometimes she'd go to Hades den to make sure I'm progressing. Your best friend really wants the best for you, she's a gem. You're so lucky to have her in your life, in our life."
My mind started racing, and my breathing was getting shallower with every second that passed by. Greg saw this and immediately ran to my bag and grabbed my inhaler.
No⊠no⊠this can't be trueâŠthis can't be true. It doesn't make any sense⊠why would Agatha keep this⊠Agatha lied⊠she lied⊠and then she seduced me⊠we fucked⊠Greg never cheated⊠Agatha knew⊠we fucked⊠Greg didn't cheat⊠But I did⊠I cheated⊠I'm the cheater and not Greg⊠I cheatedâŠ
My mind was in jumbles as Greg placed the inhaler on my lips asking me to open my mouth⊠but I don't think I want to⊠I wanna drown in this asthma and just die on the spot.
Tears streamed down my cheeks as the feeling of guilt and betrayal started to eat me whole. My husband's worried voice feels like a faraway echo, as my mind is consumed by one question.
Agatha⊠What did you make me do?
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Thank you so much for your writing. My mind is completely in the nine cloud. If your requests are still open, Can I request Agatha Harkness scissoring with Reader? More smut? Yes please
pairing: agatha harkness x reader
summary: smut. and then some more smut. with a sprinkle of sadism in there. oh, and scissoring.Â
content warnings: restraints, sadism (agatha <3), denial, crying, agatha being mean but in a loving way
word count: 1.8k+
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A/N: This is a first for me! Iâve never written a scissoring scene before, so I hope itâs to your liking!! This is a little bit shorter than my usual stuff, because itâs just pure smut hehe. Let me know what you think!
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Blue eyes peered up at you from between your legs, and Agatha held steady eye contact with you as she licked a slow strip up your pussy, collecting your arousal on her tongue. Your head fell back against the pillows as you groaned, the sight alone sending pulsating waves of arousal down to your clit, which you were certain Agatha could feel.Â
Youâd been in this position for what felt like hours, and you were starting to get frustrated. Agatha had been slowly working you up, her hands gripping your hips and pinning them to the bed whenever you tried to move. Sheâd alternated between gently sucking your clit between her lips, and sloppily making out with you pussy. Occasionally, sheâd dip her tongue inside, and youâd respond with a drawn out plea.Â
Pulling away, Agatha licked her lips as she observed you. Your hips were attempting to escape her strong hold, canting upwards as ragged breaths left your lips. She wanted to pity you, truly, but it was difficult when you looked so perfect like this. So desperate and pliable, like putty in her hands. Or tongue, rather.Â
Glancing down, Agatha smirked as she watched your arousal drip down your thighs. She was certain that her lower face was coated in your juices, but couldnât quite bring herself to care. Not when she was so close to getting what she wanted.Â
âDo you want to come?â Agatha asked, her voice teasing as you groaned. She shifted her body, rising to her knees as you pried your eyes open to glare at her.Â
âOf course I want to come, Iâve been begging for the past hour.â You whined, pulling against the cuffs that attached your wrists to the headboard of your bed. As much as you loved your girlfriend, she could be downright evil sometimes. This was one of her favorite activities, sweet and slow torture. But, if you were honest with yourself, you loved it almost as much as she did.Â
Smiling widely at you, Agatha raked her sharp nails down your stomach, relishing the way you trembled beneath her touch. Moving quickly, she discarded her clothes with a flick of her fingers before spreading your legs open.Â
Groaning, you shuddered at the thought of more stimulation to your already over-sensitive pussy, and attempted to close your legs around Agathaâs muscular waist. When blue eyes narrowed, you realized your mistake, and quickly spread them again.Â
Agathaâs hand made its way to your throat, her eyes hard as she squeezed. âDo not ever attempt to close your legs again, do you understand? This pussy is mine, and Iâll play with it however I want, and as long as I want. Are we clear?â
You swallowed harshly against the hand wrapped around your neck, nodding as best you could. You breathed a sigh of relief when Agathaâs fingers released some of the pressure they were applying, oxygen rushing back to your head and making it spin slightly. Focusing hard on breathing properly, you missed the shift in Agathaâs position as she threw her leg over one of your thighs.Â
Hooking one of your legs around her waist, Agatha adjusted her hold until her pelvis was pressed firmly against yours. Then, she let out a low moan at the feeling of her own slick pussy sliding against yours.Â
âHoly shit.â You breathed, your eyes snapping to where your cores met. You watched in fascination as Agatha moved her hips, the movement practically frictionless as your arousal provided a barrier between you two. The fingers around your throat released their hold, dragging down the column of your neck before landing on your chest.Â
Smirking, Agatha increased the pressure of her thrusts as she began to cruelly twist your nipple between her fingers. Your mouth dropped open, your wrists straining against your restraints as your nerve endings seemed to catch on fire. You felt overstimulated, and rolled your hips to match Agathaâs in an effort to gain some control over your body.Â
With a sharp pinch on your nipple, Agatha let her displeasure be known. âNone of that now sweetheart,â Her voice was sickly sweet, and you felt your orgasm approach as she continued speaking. âBe a good girl, stay still and let me play with you, okay?â
Groaning, you forced your hips to still, trembling from the effort. You were rewarded with Agathaâs fingers gently rolling your other nipple between them. Your body felt like it was on fire, your orgasm quickly rising from the burning pressure where Agathaâs pelvis connected to your own.Â
âPlease,â You began, pleading with your eyes as Agatha moved slightly faster. She panted, her lips parting as she watched your face contort in pleasure. âIâm gonna- fuck. Iâm gonna come, please can I come?â
The sound of your breathless pleas sent Agatha tumbling headfirst into her own orgasm. She squeezed your abused chest as a warning not to come without her permission as she shuddered and shook on top of you.Â
Your mouth fell open, watching Agatha writhe against your center. The wet sounds of your skin sliding against each other filled the room, Agathaâs low moans filtering in and out of your ears as you watched in amazement. Your own orgasm was rising fast, and watching Agatha in the throes of pleasure against you was not helping.Â
With one final thrust, Agatha finally slowed down, catching her breath as she gazed at you with pride. You were fighting to keep your hips still, your muscles trembling from the effort. Your eyes bore into her own, glazed slightly as the color of your irises was reduced to small slivers.Â
A smile slowly spread across her face as an idea came to Agathaâs mind. She released your chest from her death grip, choosing to gently stroke your face as tears started to form in your eyes from the effort of not orgasming.Â
âYouâre doing such a good job, hon. Iâm so proud of you. Such a good girl for me.â She murmured, watching your face light up at the praise. Her hands started running through your hair as she started rocking her hips once more, the sensation of her soft fingertips and sharp thrusts confusing your mind slightly.Â
âI- I wanna come.â You began, before Agathaâs had you moaning with one sharp thrust of her hips. Her eyes were kind as she looked down at you, a small smile playing on her lips as she increased the pressure of her clit against yours. Her thumb swiped across your cheek, collecting the single tear that had escaped your watering eyes.Â
Her smile widened, âItâs okay baby, can you hold off for a little while? Iâm not done playing with you yet.â Agathaâs tone was laced with false sympathy even as she increased the speed of her thrusts. She could feel your juices increasing as you held back your orgasm, your arousal increasing at the denial.Â
Nodding, you let your tears fall, choosing to focus your energy on holding off your looming orgasm instead. Agatha let a few sympathetic noises leave her lips, wiping away your tears with gentle fingers before fucking you with earnest. Her hips rocked, moving the entire bed as she slid her throbbing center against yours. She could feel another orgasm approaching, and leaned down towards you to whisper in your ear.Â
âJust a little more, okay baby? As soon as I come, youâre free to orgasm as much as youâd like. Does that sound good?â
You couldnât help but let out a whimper at her words, the sound spurring her on as her orgasm rapidly approached. Her fingers found your jaw, and she manually moved your head up and down for you. You took the hint.Â
âYes, that sounds good. Please come for me, Iâve been so good. Please- god youâre so hot. Please, Aggie.â You rambled, your brain turning to mush as you felt your muscles tense up. You hoped that you wouldnât come before Agatha, not wanting to face a punishment. Her prolonged teasing had already been nothing short of torture.Â
Agatha held back her own orgasm, wanting to see you struggle. She watched with a smile on her face as you clenched your eyes shut tightly, your hands balling into fists as you pulled against the restraints. Your lips parted, and you moaned loudly when you felt Agathaâs protruding clit against yours.Â
What sent Agatha over the edge for the second time, was your eyes opening to look at her with a picture perfect look of innocence and desperation. Your eyes were wide and watering, pleading with her silently as more tears escaped. Agatha felt the dam break, and she worked her jaw as her orgasm washed over her.Â
You felt Agathaâs clit pulse wildly against yours, and you felt a wave of wetness hit your own over-sensitive core. As the sound of her low, rough moans reached your ringing ears, you finally let go of your iron-clad control.Â
Waves of heat seemed to rush to your core, and your hips thrust up against Agathaâs still moving form as pleasurable waves ripped through your body. You were sure that youâd strained a muscle from how hard you were pulling against your restraints, and you felt your throat start to hurt as you panted furiously.Â
Through it all, Agatha continued to move against you, the combined slick from your orgasms creating a barrier between the two of you as you shook from the aftershocks. You saw black spots in your vision, and blinked at Agatha while you came down from your high.Â
She didnât stop, her eyes darkening as your whines turned into pleas. She felt her own orgasm approach again as she watched you struggle weakly against your restraints, your tears flowing freely as you buried your head into the pillow.Â
âNone of that, I want to see you.â Agathaâs tone was stern, and the hand on your chest reached up and wrenched your head back towards her. Her fingers tightened, becoming painful as you looked into her eyes, unable to move.Â
You felt another orgasm weakly attempt to rise, the pain quickly overtaking the pleasure. Tears streamed down your cheeks and onto the damp pillow beneath your head as Agatha rocked her hips against you. She chased her orgasm, grinding down on your over-sensitive pussy until she drained the last drops of pleasure from her own body.Â
Panting, Agatha finally removed herself from you. Her eyes watched as your body relaxed, a relieved smile overtaking your tear-stained face. Then, she gently swiped her finger through your dripping folds, flicking your swollen clit cruelly before bringing her finger to her lips. Sucking, she watched the realization and resignation come to your face in the span of a few short seconds.
âOh hon, did you think we were done?â She laughed, flicking her fingers as purple wisps started to float around you. âWeâve only just begun.â
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