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call it puppy love ~ a.h
taglist: @ihaveawifebutwerenotmarriedyet @harknessshi @natashasdetka @inlovewithalcinadimitrescu @lanfear-is-my-darkmistress
pairing: agatha harkness x reader, reader x agatha harkness
word count: 3.7k
summary: agatha harkness is one of the most infamous witches to ever exist, and she also just so happens to be your ex. it's been three years since you broke up and she left to chase the scarlet witch and her chaos magic. your friend invites you to a bar to celebrate her birthday, and you accept, eager to get out of the house and enjoy yourself. what you didn't plan for, was seeing agatha there, much less with a woman. you leave the bar in a rage, annoyed and angry with how she had the audacity to show up after all this time, much less with someone else. when you get home, you unfortunately find that she's waiting there for you. you try your best to resist, but it proves impossible when she decides she's going to remind you that you belong to her, and that she would never fuck anyone the way she fucks you.. if at all.
content warnings: dom!agatha harkness, fem!reader, ex!agatha harkness, degrading, praising, mommy k!nk, slapping, fingering, pet names, a little violence, marking/hickeys, biting, fluff, magic use, smut.
you never knew what to expect when it came to your ex girlfriend. then again, maybe you should've thought about that before you fell in love with one of the most infamous witches to ever exist.
agatha harkness was a killer, a monster, some would even go as far as to say the devil.. but you loved her. you saw beyond her facade, you were one of the only people who really knew her.
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.
the last time you saw her was three years ago. you missed her, but you knew it was better this way. the last you'd heard, she was meddling with the life of the scarlet witch. oh how you knew she must've enjoyed that. it made you a little jealous, knowing someone else would receive the same treatment you did, but again.. you knew it was better this way.
it was your friend's birthday, and you were invited to celebrate with her at a bar. you were excited, but a little anxious. superstition was never really your thing, but there was just a feeling you couldn't shake.
you decided to pretend like you didn't have this feeling. you wanted to have a good night, and you wanted to be present.
as you stepped out from the taxi you took, you felt a shiver go down your spine. again, you chose to ignore it.. but in the back of your mind, for just a second, you thought that this feeling was familiar.. that you'd felt it before.
when you opened the glass door to the bar, you sighed, smiling at the sight of your friend camille. she waved you over to the empty barstool next to her, and you eagerly followed her direction.
the last time you had seen her was last year when you two ran into each other at a cafe. it was refreshing to be out and about with other people you held dear.
you put your purse down on the stool beside you and order a drink.
when the bartender returns with your order, you and camille begin to catch up on the events of your life and the events of hers. she was one of the few friends you had who already knew about agatha harkness. you thought of course, since she already knew your long history, agatha wouldn't come up, but you were wrong.
"so.. how long's it been?"
you were mid sip when camille asked this, and you almost spit it out with a laugh when her eyebrows raised. you swallowed the liquor, letting the burning sensation warm your throat.
"what do you mean?" you ask, tilting your head in confusion.
"how long has it been since you've seen her?" when the question sank in, you felt a lump form in your throat. you bit your lip and downed the rest of your drink before raising a finger so that the bartender would refill it.
if there was one thing you hated, it was talking about agatha.
you smiled, not wanting to show your uncomfortable feelings upon that question.
"it's been three years." you were avoiding her gaze.
camille put a hand on your leg, and her lips turned to a pout.
"oh, you poor thing.. have you been with anyone else after.. you know..?" now she was sipping from her glass, her eyes locked in on your face.
you shook your head, a little embarrassed. you had been close, even gotten as far as having someone new in your bed.. but you could never actually go there with anyone else. it was like a curse, a burden.
camille's hand raced to cover her mouth, and she looked at you with so much pity. it enraged you a little.
"look, i mean, i've kissed other people, i just.. she just.. i don't know! i don't know." you sighed, turning your body to face her.
"i don't even know where she is, for gods sake!"
at this last comment, camille's eyes seemed to be completely entranced by something behind you. that same chill from before ran through your body, and your heart started racing. camille bit her lip and looked at you, "i think i just found her."
your head jerked to the side. your eyes instantly found what had caught her attention.. agatha harkness.
all you could see was the half of her face, and of course her body. you knew well enough it was her, though.
her hands were entangled in someone's hair, and the other woman was on her lap, straddling her. the part of her face that was hidden was buried in the stranger's neck, where you imagined she was leaving marks and warm kisses.
your heart sank, and you barely even noticed when the man behind the bar returned your refilled glass.
camille put her hand on your shoulder, trying to snap you out of your unbreakable gaze.
it worked, and you turned away, planting your palms against your forehead. it was stupid to come here, you should've just listened to your intuition. you knew there was something wrong tonight.
camille tried her best to console you, offering to pay for the drinks you consumed, and even to drive you home.
you refused. you just wanted to crawl into your bed and forget what you'd seen. i mean, what were the chances you'd see her in a bar after three years and she'd be with her new little plaything?
you picked up your purse and stood up, not even bothering to finish your drink. camille looked at you with that pitiful expression again, and you felt even more angered at this.
you didn't even tell her goodbye as you started to walk towards the bar door.
against your better judgement, you sighed, and looked back at where you'd seen your ex girlfriend. you could've been wrong, and you thought for a second you might've been, because when you did look she was looking back.
the eye contact was prevalent between the two of you for at least a minute, and you started breathing heavily.
agatha wore a smirk, and bit her lip. her hands were wrapped around the woman's waist, and you watched, almost hypnotized, as she kissed the stranger's neck again. anger, and even a little bit of jealousy pooled in your chest.
even more confusing was the fact that while she left warm kisses on this woman's neck, her eyes were locked on yours.
she pulled away from her throat and she tightened her grip around the stranger's waist. you bit your lip and took a deep breath. agatha winked.. and then the realization hit you like a brick. agatha being here tonight was no mistake. she came to this bar because of you. she wanted to torture you. she was evil, and she was haunting you.
you decided then that you hated her. you decided that you hated agatha harkness with every bone in your body.
your hands pushed the door open roughly, and you rushed through the opening.
thankfully, a cab was close to the establishment, and you raised your hand to signal for the driver to stop.
he did, and you got in without hesitation. you spent the ride home replaying the scene at the bar over and over again. you couldn't figure out what she wanted, or why she would show up after three years, just to make you jealous. it infuriated you, it made you want to bang your head against a wall. you hated her. or at least, that's what you decided this feeling was.
when you got home, you threw your bag onto your couch. your head was spinning. you wanted to stop thinking about her, but it felt impossible.
you ran your fingers through your hair and closed your eyes, when you heard a thud. it sounded like it came from your room.
your mind immediately went to an intruder, a burglar, or even a murderer. upon instinct, you hurried to the kitchen, pulling a long and sharp knife from one of the drawers.
you look around as you approach your room, trying to make out anything that might be lurking in the dark of your house.
when you reach the door to your bedroom, you peek through the crack between the frame. you see a dark figure. it's a person, and they're rummaging around in your closet. you take a deep breath, gaining the courage to go in there. you'd never hurt someone before, and you had no idea if this person was armed.
however, you knew, if you wanted to get rid of them, you should go in there. you roll your eyes, cursing the universe for this hectic night, and burst through the door, lunging after the person hidden in the dark.
your free hand wraps around their neck, and your knife is held against their throat.
the mysterious intruder chuckled, and you froze. your knife pressed into the skin on their neck, and you tightened your grip on the blade.
you knew who it was the moment you heard that sly and cocky chuckle.. it was your ex girlfriend.
agatha fiddled her fingers around, and there was now light in the room. she expected you to release her, but you stood still, your blade still threatening her throat.
she was hesitant to speak, but did so anyway. "huh, after all these years you'd think i'd remember how much you like knife play.."
her tease at you made your blood boil. you pulled the knife from her neck and unwrapped your arm from her throat. she stumbled, but it was clear that she enjoyed how much her comment angered you.
you threw the knife onto the bed and walked towards the door. you wouldn't stay in the same room as her for another moment. she was so enraging.
just as your hand met the handle, you were pulled back by an unseen force. you groaned as you were slammed against the wall of your bedroom.
agatha was watching you, amused.
you wince at the pain of the contact your back makes with the wall, but your eyes stay closed, you were still determined not to look at her.
she hums and sits down on your bed. her eyes dart around the room for a while, and you still avoid looking at her. she noticed by now of course, that you weren't looking at her.
this put a smile on her face.
agatha released you from the force of her magic, and you fell to your knees.
"don't try to leave again." her voice is cold, and you know that the best thing to do is listen to her.
you managed to get up, brushing off any dust from your body.
agatha bit her lip, "come here, pet." your body shivered, like it had throughout the night.
finally, you met her gaze. she smirked when you did, and her finger lifted. she was signaling for you to come closer, and you looked her up and down. it had been so long since you've had her.. you wanted her.. but you hated her.
even with that being acknowledged, you knew she would get her way somehow, so you took the liberty of taking the easy route and following her orders.
when you'd made yourself even with her, you noticed how she looked at your body. she looked hungry, looked eager. you'd seen her this way before.. you knew what she wanted from you.
part of you wanted to go, because you knew that you'd let her have her way with you, and the other part wanted to fight back, to make her angry and pathetic for a change.
she didn't give you time to do either option.
her hands clawed into your hips, and she pulled you down onto your knees, so that you'd be almost level with, but a little lower than her; being she was sitting on your bed.
you pursed your lips as her hand shot up to your chin. she held you firm, examining your face.
"god.. how i've missed my pretty little plaything." her eyes darkened with lust, and you bit your lip, looking up at her.
agatha retracted her hand from your jaw and pouted at you, tilting her head. her hand pulled back, and in a flash it connected to your cheek in a harsh slap.
your hands rushed to the side of your face, and you moaned at the pain. she hummed.
"you're so weak and pathetic, baby.." she whispered, cupping your hands with her own, the very hand that had caused the pain to begin with.
"i'm not weak, and i'm not pathetic, and i'm not your 'baby'." you spat, pushing away her hand.
she raised her eyebrows in curiosity and cackled. you watched intently as she spread her legs out, patting her lap.
you blushed, not sure if it was because she had flustered you or if it was embarrassing that she knew you'd still do as she said.
agatha rolled her eyes, and you took that as a sign that she was tired of waiting. you decided she would just have to suck it up.
"i'm not sitting on your lap. i'm not yours anymore, agatha. if you want some slut to manipulate.. why don't you go and find whoever you were with at the bar." you were shaking with anger, agatha could see the jealousy behind your words. you stood, and you held a straight face to her. you wanted her to think you were in control, to know that even though she had power, she couldn't use you anymore.. even with as much as you may have liked it.
she pressed her lips together, closing her eyes. she rose from the bed, opening her eyes when she was still. you thought about backing up a little, but you decided not to.
agatha wasn't looking at your face anymore. her eyes were on your body, specifically on your chest.
"take it off." she didn't even look back at you, her eyes were pointed, and her arms were crossed.
you sighed in shame, lifting your shirt from your body. she always got what she wanted.
when the top half of your body was uncovered besides your bra, she smirked, pulling you close to her body. her fingers trailed up your back, straight to the clasp of your garment. within a second, it was on the ground.
agatha's lips found your neck. you knew she'd leave marks on you, ones you'd never be able to explain. she loved to mark you, however. she loved to make sure everyone knew you were hers.
with each kiss and bite and suckle, you moaned, your hands eventually ending up entangled in her hair.
she dragged her tongue from your pulse point to your earlobe, biting it gently.
she whispered to you in a seductive manner, "you know mommy loves it when you get jealous.."
your body reacted, a wet heat began to pool between your legs. she knew how to get to you, she knew what made you crazy.
"i put on that whole show for you.. the kissing, the biting.. even fucking her, it was all for you."
you pressed your tongue to the inside of your cheek, and pushed her away from you.
"you fucked her?" your tone sounded accusatory. you were angry, you wished you had power; you'd have killed her by now.
"no, but your reaction was golden. really, you should see your face right now!"
her smile was intoxicating, and you felt a little relief that she hadn't touched another woman the way she's touched you. but then it hit you that she's been gone, for three years. with the scarlet witch of all people.. you didn't want to think of the things agatha might've done to her. but you wanted to know, you needed to know if she had been with anyone else. it meant something to you.
"did you.. have sex with.. you know, other people?" the sentence came out shaky, but you hoped she wouldn't notice.
she shook her head slightly, "why would you ask that, cariño? you know i.." for the first time since she'd been there, you saw sincerity behind her eyes; she was hurt by the question. maybe that was why she didn't finish her answer off.
you bit your lip and your fingers grabbed the material of your skirt. you slowly slid it down your body, avoiding her eyes. you were left only in your underwear, which were soaked and ruined already. you removed them too, leaving your body fully available and vulnerable to agatha's every will.
she watched intensely, her eyes dragging up your body.
"come here, y/n."
you went up to her, your nipples touching her button up shirt.
she pulled you as close as possible by your waist, and your lips were clashing with hers.
it had been three years since you'd kissed her. it felt like heaven. she felt like heaven.
she turned you so that your back would face the bed, and drew her lips back. using a finger, she pushed you down onto the soft surface. you watched as she stood at the end of the bed, unbuttoning her shirt. she threw it to the floor, same with her bra, pants, and panties.
agatha was the most beautiful woman you'd ever seen. her body was like a work of art.
"you're so perfect" you said a little quietly, part of you hoping she hadn't heard you.
she smiled, and climbed on top of you. her lips were on yours again, and the kisses felt so freeing, so sweet. it wasn't aggressive.
her hands cupped your breasts, and her thumbs circled your nipples.
your head tilted back, and you moaned into the kiss.
she pulled away, leaving you speechless. her lips started to run down your body, from your neck to your nipples. she took her time there, suckling them into her mouth, brushing her tongue against them. you felt the heat between your thighs start to grow, and your neediness for her began to get unbearable. her hand started to retreat down your stomach, and your hips bucked up as it fell between your thighs.
her mouth moved up again, and she kissed up to your ear.
agatha sucked onto your pulse point, something you were sure would leave a hickey.
her fingers lingered in the slick wetness of your pussy. you desperately needed her.
she released the part she had been sucking on, and whispered a question to you. "do you want mommy to put her fingers inside of you?"
you opened your mouth to reply, and as you did, her fingers began to rub against your clit.
you moaned at the touch, and your body jerked. she chuckled. god, she knew exactly how to make you a mess.
her fingers sped up, and she asked again, "i said.. do you want mommy to put her fingers inside of you..?"
you whimpered, nodding your head.
she bit your earlobe and you knew she wanted to hear you say it.
"i want your fingers inside of me mommy! please!" your face was red and hot at the confession, the plead. she smirked and then two fingers entered inside your soaked folds.
your eyes rolled back, and you arched your body. her fingers started thrusting into your pussy with increasing speed.
you'd missed her so much. you missed her fingers, and her voice, and the way she made you feel. you never wanted to go this long without her again.
she bit into your neck as her fingers curled into you. you moaned for her, "fuck, fuck, aggie! oh, please don't stop, please.."
her teeth released, "you're such a good girl for me, y/n."
your body was writhing in the pleasure you felt as her fingers curled and thrusted inside of you. you could feel yourself close to a climax.
agatha sped her fingers up just enough to get you there, and when you reached your orgasm, she slowed down, helping you ride it out.
you felt so free, so nostalgic as you rode your ex girlfriends fingers, covering them in cum.
she kissed you, taking away any oxygen you might've had before. the kisses were sloppy, but you savored every moment of them.
as your body finally relaxed, she pulled her fingers from your core, which left you to whimper.
she pulled her lips away, smiling at you. she brought her cum-covered fingers to your lips. "come on pretty girl, clean mommy's fingers."
you opened your mouth and sucked your juices off of them, and agatha bit her lip watching you clean up the mess she had turned you into.
she laughed, pulling them back.
you were blushing, still a little embarrassed about the way your body longed for her; even after all this time.
agatha could tell you were a little nervous, anxious even. she stroked your hair, cupping your jaw simultaneously.
"i could never.." she was being genuine now, you could tell by the way her expression softened. "i love you.. i couldn'tâ"
you chuckled and pulled her face close to yours. both of your eyes were focused on each other's. you nodded, letting her know that you understood.
she pulled you into another kiss and you happily kissed back.
when she finally broke the embrace, you smiled.
"you may be the most infuriating woman i've ever met, but i love you, agatha."
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I could take every witch in the MCU (not in a fight)
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Imagine you're a 400+ century old witch and you somehow end up falling in love with the female embodiment of death, who then has to take your son's soul after he dies, which results in you hating her. Now, you're trying to get your power back, and after years, and i mean YEARS, of not seeing her, she comes along the journey to help you and your coven get to the end of a death mission. You know what she is, you know why you don't like her, but you also know that beyond that you can never hate her. She's the only woman you've truly ever loved, and just her touch can drive you crazy. You spend each day thinking of and yearning for her, and then when the teenager you've taken under your wing almost dies, you plead with her not to take him. She does this for you, she doesn't take him, just for you. And in a campfire circle surrounded by your newfound family, she tells them all of a woman she once loved, who she is physically and emotionally pained by everyday, knowing that she hurt this woman more than she can ever explain, and more than anyone can ever imagine. She says this woman is her scar, a mark of failure and devastation she has to carry with her for the rest of her life. This woman is you. You leave to breathe, knowing it was you, knowing that just the simple word "loved" coming out of her mouth when she was talking about you made every bone in your body ache for her. She follows you, puts her hand on your back, and you can't help but to pull her in for a hug, it feels like heaven, like you're soaring above the sky with nothing else in the world but the two of you, and you realize you haven't felt the gentle touch of this woman since what happened. In your moment of longing and desperation, you cup her face, and you pull her in for a kiss, not only inches apart, but centimeters. A single breath holds her apart from you, and all those feelings you have for her rush back to you in an instant. She embraces it, but pulls back at the very moment. She knows you are vulnerable, she knows you're in pain, she knows you're not ready to feel her again. So she says your name, and she looks at you the way she always has. She didn't have to say it for you to know she loves you, and you weren't sure if her reluctance made you love her or long for her more, or both.
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trying new brushes
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Neighbourly Care (NSFW)
Pairing: Agatha Harkness x Rio Vidal x Reader
Summary: You come home from college for the weekend but your parents forgot and you are locked out of the house. Luckily your neighbour finds you and they let you stay at theirs
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You think the neighbours are MILFs and the evening is filled with flirting and then you get to be fucked by each of them and then by both of them.
Warnings: 18+ MDNI, smut, top Agatha, top Rio, small mention of Mommy kink, strap-on use, oral, there might be more idk it's very horny
Words: 4.6k of pure horniness
A/N: I think I blacked out while writing this, its so horny. It's inspired by this request and hasn't even been proofread yet so enjoy the horny mess of it
Tagging @aceday because I said I would
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The rain falls in relentless sheets, soaking through your jacket, and the rest of your clothes, for that matter. Each step squelches as you trudge the familiar path from the train station to your parentsâ house. By the time you reach the front door, your teeth are chattering, and your clothes cling damply to your skin. A sigh escapes your lips as you grasp the handle and pullâonly to find it locked. Your heart sinks.
The memory hits you like a slap: the locks were changed after they had a break-in a few months ago. Of course, youâve forgotten to get a new key. Fumbling through your bag, you pray for some miracle, some overlooked backdoor key, but your search turns up nothing except your phone. A quick glance at the screen confirms no messages from your parents and no backup plan. Frustration mingles with despair as you stand shivering, wondering what to do next.
Footsteps break through the downpour, and you turn to see Agatha, your parentsâ neighbour, crossing her lawn towards you. Youâve exchanged pleasantries with her and her wife, Rio, a few times during your trips home from college. Theyâre always friendly, but youâve never spoken beyond casual greetings. That hasnât stopped you from admiring them, thoughâtwo stunning women, each with their own magnetic charm. And yes, youâve labelled them MILFs in your mind more than once. Their son, Nicholas, is long gone from the nest, leaving the two women to embody a kind of confident, enviable domesticity.
Agatha snaps you out of your spiralling thoughts with a two short words. âLocked out?â Her voice is smooth, with a hint of amusement as she tilts her head and surveys you.
You open your mouth to respond, but your gaze catches on her appearance. Sheâs wearing tight black leggings that cling to her toned legs and a cropped gym shirt that reveals her navel, where a bead of rainwater trails tantalisingly down her skin. Her wavy brown hair is piled into a loose bun, though a few strands cling to her flushed neck. A sheen of sweat glistens on her skinâevidence of a workout she must have just finished. Your thoughts betray you as your eyes linger on the curve of her waist, imagining what it might feel like to touch her. A sudden heat rising to your cheeks.
Her blue eyes lock onto yours, a curious smile curving her lips. âHey, you alright?â she asks, a teasing lilt in her tone.
You stammer an explanation about the locked door, your forgotten key, and your parentsâ apparent absence. Agathaâs expression softens, and she motions towards her house with a nod. âCome on, youâre soaked to the bone. Youâll catch your death standing out here.â
For a moment, you hesitate. Accepting her offer feels⊠intimate somehow. But the alternative is staying in the cold rain, and the way her gaze lingers on you makes warmth crawl up your spine. You nod and follow her.
Agathaâs house is welcoming, with a faint scent of flowers mingling with something earthy and grounding. She grabs a towel from a nearby linen closet and tosses it to you with a playful grin. âGuest bathroomâs down here,â she says. âYouâve got two options: strip down and warm up, or stay wet and risk getting sick.â
Your eyes widen, startled by her bluntness. Agatha leans casually against the doorframe, smirking at your reaction. âRelax,â she teases. âIâll get you something dry to wear.â And with that, she saunters away, not bothering to close the door fully behind her. Her confidence leaves you both flustered and intrigued.
Inside the bathroom, you peel off your soaked clothes, debating how much to remove. In the end, you leave your underwear on, wrapping yourself tightly in the towel. When Agatha returns, she hands you a pair of shorts and a blue plaid shirt. Her sharp eyes sweep over you, noting your wet underclothes with a tut. âAll of it,â she says pointedly. âYouâre dripping everywhere.â Before you can respond, she adds, âIâm off to shower. Rio should be back soon.â She turns and leaves, her movements fluid and deliberate, leaving the door ajar once more.
Feeling the weight of her words and gaze, you strip completely, your damp underwear joining the rest of your clothes in a soggy pile. Youâre still mulling over what to do with them when the door opens suddenly. Rio steps in, her dark eyes widening as they land on you.
âOhâsorry,â she says, though her gaze lingers a beat too long before she averts her eyes. âDidnât know we had company. Agatha didnât mention it.â Her tone is low and smooth, carrying a quiet amusement that makes your skin prickle.
You stammer an apology, clutching the towel back around you. Rioâs lips quirk upward in a faint smirk as she backs out of the bathroom, but not before you catch the way her gaze sweeps over you. Your heart pounds in your chest long after the door closes.
You quickly shower to warm up, but thereâs no cleaning the thoughts inside your head. Memories of Rioâs lingering gaze replay in your mind, but theyâre quickly overtaken by images of Agatha. You canât help imagining what she looks like under the water, her skin glistening with steam, her hair sticking to her neck. The thought is startling, and you shake your head, trying to rid yourself of the fantasy.
After calming your racing mind, you dress in the clothes Agatha left and leave the guest bathroom to find the two women.
You find them both in the kitchen; the warmth a welcome contrast to the chill that had soaked through your bones earlier. Agatha moves fluidly between the stove and counter, stirring something fragrant in a pot that smells like tomatoes, garlic, and fresh herbs. Rio, meanwhile, arranges a bouquet of vibrant flowers in a vase with meticulous care, her strong hands working delicately to adjust the stems.
Itâs domestic, serene even, but thereâs an undeniable electricity in the airâone you canât ignore under the weight of their lingering glances.
Agathaâs grin spreads when she notices you lingering awkwardly near the door. âLooking good,â she says, her eyes flickering over the borrowed clothes. The oversized plaid shirt hangs slightly off your shoulder, and her gaze lingers on the exposed line of your clavicle.
You fidget, tugging the fabric up, but Agatha only smirks, stirring the pot with a deliberate slowness.
Rio rolls her eyes, though thereâs a faint curve to her lips. âIgnore her,â she says, her voice laced with playful exasperation. âShe loves making people squirm.â
You manage a sheepish laugh, but it does little to quell the heat climbing up your neck. Agatha recounts your lockout predicament to Rio with the same teasing edge, her tone carrying just enough detail to make your situation sound both pitiful and amusing.
Rio hums in understanding, sliding the last flower into place and stepping back to admire her work. âStay for dinner,â she offers, her dark eyes soft with genuine warmth. âItâs the least we can do.â
Agatha winks at you over her shoulder. âYeah, we canât have you heading back out into the rain getting all wet againâthe downpour outside hasnât let up.â
You nod, accepting their offer, though the way they exchange glancesâsubtle but chargedâmakes your stomach twist with something you canât quite name.
As you sit at the dining table, Rio who is opposite you, starts pouring red wine into three glasses; her movements fluid and confident. Agatha joins you a moment later, setting down plates of steaming pasta and sitting next to her wife. âHope you like red,â she says, her teasing smile returning.
The conversation flows easily over dinner; their attention split between each other and you. They ask about college life, your plans for the future, and your family; their questions laced with genuine interest and just enough flirtation to keep you on edge
When you have all finished, Rio stands to clear the plates, leaning close as she reaches for yours. The proximity is dizzying, her chest brushing your shoulder, and you catch a faint, earthy scent clinging to her skin.
Agatha doesnât miss a beat, her eyes flickering between you and Rio, her expression smouldering. She doesnât say a word, but the intensity in her gaze speaks volumes.
When you offer to help with the dishes, they wave you off with a chorus of ânonsense.â Agathaâs smile turns wicked. âBesides, we were supposed to have a movie date night tonight. You should join usâitâd be a shame to let all this wine go to waste.â
The phrasing makes you pause, but before you can think too much about it, Agatha ushers you into the living room.Â
The room is cozy, bathed in the soft glow of lamps. Rio claims the armchair with an almost feline grace, crossing her legs and leaning back with a glass of wine in hand. Agatha sprawls on the couch, her posture open and inviting. She pats the seat beside her with an easy smile.
You hesitate for half a second before sitting on the far end of the couch, hyper-aware of the spaceâor lack thereofâbetween you.
The movie starts, but itâs impossible to focus. Agatha stretches her arm along the back of the couch, her fingers brushing your shoulder lightly. The touch is casual, almost innocent, but it sends your pulse racing.
She leans over at one point to refill your glass, her chest grazing your arm. The heat of her proximity is overwhelming, and youâre sure Rio notices the way you stiffen. Thereâs a flicker of amusement in her dark eyes as she takes a sip from her own glass, her lips quirking into a faint smirk.
As the movie progresses, the conversation becomes more pointed. They ask if youâre seeing anyone, and when you choke on your wine at the question, Agatha laughsâa low, throaty sound that makes your stomach flutter.
âNo,â you mumble, setting your glass down a little too quickly.
âWell, thatâs a shame,â she says, her hand brushing your knee lightly. The weight of her touch lingers, even as she pulls away. âI was sure a pretty little thing like you would get snapped up in a heartbeat.â
Rio arches a brow at her wife. âDonât scare them off, Aggie.â
âWhat? Iâm just being friendly,â Agatha replies, her tone innocent but her smirk anything but.
The conversation continues, peppered with light touches and teasing remarks that leave your heart racing.
By the time the credits roll, the tension in the room is palpable. Rio sets her glass down and stretches, her movements deliberate as she rises from the chair. âWhat do you think of married life, Aggie?â she asks, her voice light but carrying an edge. âThink we make a good team?â
Agathaâs gaze flicks to you, her lips curving into a smirk. âThe best. But sometimes, itâs nice to mix things up.â
The comment hangs in the air, heavy with implication. Your heart pounds as you glance between them, unsure if youâre imagining the tension or if theyâre deliberately baiting youâand each other.
You nervously check your phone, hoping for a message from your parents saying theyâre home and wondering where you are. Instead, you find a single text: âOut of town for the weekend, hope youâre doing okay!â
You stare at the screen in disbelief, your stomach sinking.
âEverything alright?â Rio asks, noticing your expression.
"They⊠forgot I was coming,â you admit, feeling foolish. âTheyâre away for the weekend.â
Agatha clicks her tongue, feigning shock. âTerrible parenting, really. Lucky for you, weâre not going anywhere.â
Rio nods, her tone reassuring. âYou can stay here. Weâll take good care of you.â
Thereâs something about the way she says itâgentle but with a sharp edgeâthat makes your breath hitch. You thank them profusely, trying to ignore the heat rising in your cheeks as they show you to the guest room.
They leave you alone for a bit, both going to change. You sit on the bed, your thoughts racing. Their lingering glances replay in your mind, stirring something restless and uncertain. Without thinking, you pick up your phone and start searching their names on social media. Your heart beats faster as you hope for a bikini picture or somethingâanythingâthat might help you satisfy the growing ache of desire.
A knock at the door startles you, and you quickly set the phone aside. Rio steps in, holding a phone charger. âThought you might need this,â she says, her voice soft and her gaze steady.
âThanks,â you manage, taking it from her. Her fingers brush yours for a fleeting moment, and she lingers by the door before slipping away.
Did she know what you were about to do?
A short while later, thereâs another knock. This time, itâs Agatha, holding a glass of water. âThought you might be thirsty,â she says, her tone lighter, almost teasing.
Surely she hears how that sounds, right?
Her fingers graze yours as she hands it to you, and the warmth of her touch lingers long after she leaves. You sit on the edge of the bed, clutching the glass, your mind spinning with questions you canât answer.
"Okay, itâs totally normal to be offered a glass of water before bed, and it does not mean they can read your mind,â you whisper to yourself, trying to curb your horniness.
â
Later that night, as you lie in bed, unable to sleep, the events of the evening are still playing over in your mind, especially the lingering touches and smirks. Suddenly, you remember the spare key your parents used to keep hidden under the plant pot by the front door. Without even thinking about how weird it was to up and leave in the middle of the night, you hop out of bed and tiptoe down the hallway, careful not to make a sound. But just as you reach the stairs, a voice stops you cold.
âExactly where do you think youâre sneaking off to?â
Turning slowly, you see Agatha leaning against a doorway, her silhouette illuminated by the faint light from her bedroom. She is wearing a floral robe, and her hair is slightly mussed; her expression is both amused and predatory.
âIâI wasnât sneaking,â you stammer, holding up your hands defensively. âI just remembered my parents used to keep a spare key under the plant pot. I thought Iâd grab it and let myself inââ
âWithout saying goodbye?â she interrupts, stepping closer. Her tone is teasing, but thereâs a sharpness to her gaze that makes your pulse quicken.
Before you can respond, another figure appears behind her. Itâs Rio, wearing nothing but her underwear and a top that reads: BOHNER FAMILY REUNION. PITCH A TENT. Her dark hair is messy, and you notice a small, mouth-shaped bruise blooming on her neck that definitely wasnât there earlier.
âYou were being so good for us before now,â Rio says softly, her voice carrying an edge that makes your knees weak. âWe said weâd take care of you, didnât we?â
The heat in your cheeks is unbearable now, and there is a familiar wetness pooling between your thighs. You stammer out an apology, but their combined presence is overwhelming.
âRelax,â Agatha purrs, her fingers grazing your arm. âWeâre not upset, just disappointed you wouldnât come see us before saying goodbye.â
Before you can process her words, Rio steps forward, her hand gently tilting your chin up to meet her gaze. âWhere were you going to sleep after grabbing that key, hmm? Your parentsâ dark, empty house? Sounds pretty lonely to me,â she murmurs, her lips curving into a faint smirk as Agathaâs hands slide around your waist.
Rioâs touch is featherlight yet commanding, her fingers tilting your chin just enough to keep your wide-eyed gaze locked with hers. Her dark eyes glimmer with something unreadableâintensity, curiosity, desire, maybe all three.Â
Youâre painfully aware of Agathaâs hands on your waist, her touch firm but teasing, fingers curling just slightly as if testing your reaction. âAnd what would you do when you found out that they no longer keep one there? They stopped doing it since the break-in, donât you know? Would you come back over here and beg for us to take you back in and keep you warm?â Agatha says softly, her breath brushing against the back of your neck.Â
You try to answer, but your words stick in your throat as Rio steps closer, her thumb brushing along your jawline.
âSheâs right,â Rio adds softly, her voice low and velvety. âWhy sneak off when youâre already here?â
Your heart is racing, your pulse pounding in your ears as you look between them. You want to say somethingâanythingâbut the weight of their combined attention renders you speechless.
Agatha chuckles, the sound rich and almost predatory. âCat got your tongue, sweetheart?â She presses closer, her front brushing against your back now, her lips grazing the shell of your ear.
Before you fully realise whatâs happening, Agatha and Rio are guiding you away from the stairs. Youâre caught between them, their touches subtle yet deliberate. They lead you down the hall, past the guest room, and into the master bedroom.
The room is large but intimate, the air carrying the faint scent of cedarwood. A soft glow from a bedside lamp casts warm shadows across the space. Agatha releases your waist to close the door behind you; the click of the lock is startlingly loud in the quiet.
Rio takes the lead now, her hands resting lightly on your arms as she guides you towards the bed. Her touch is warm and grounding, yet thereâs a deliberate slowness to her movements, like sheâs savouring the moment.
âYouâve had a long day,â she says, her voice soothing but laced with something deeper. âLet us take care of you.â
Agatha steps into view, her smirk as confident as ever. âOr, we can stop. If thatâs what you want?â She asks, tilting her head as she studies you.
Your heart pounds as you shake your head, unable to trust your voice.Â
Agathaâs smile widens, satisfaction gleaming in her bright blue eyes. âBe good and use your words for us, hun.â
âPlease donât stop,â you whimper.
At that, Agatha moves swiftly to your other side, her presence as bold as ever. Her fingers brush against your jaw, turning your head slightly so youâre looking directly at her. âYouâre so tense,â she murmurs, her thumb grazing your cheek in a gesture that feels both comforting and intimate. âWeâll fix that.â
You barely have time to process her words before Rio steps closer, her body heat radiating against yours. Her hand trails down your arm, her touch featherlight but deliberate, as if sheâs memorising every inch of you.
The room seems to shrink as the weight of their attention consumes you.Â
Agathaâs thumb brushes against your bottom lip, and you feel a thrill shoot through you as her lips quirk into that teasing, predatory smile.
âSee something you like?â she murmurs, her voice a low purr. âYou werenât careful enough not to like some of our pictures online, darling.â
Shit. So their coming into your room was not a coincidence.
Before you can stammer out an excuse, her lips capture yoursâsoft but demanding, her confidence evident in the way she takes control. Her hands slide up to cradle your face, her touch firm yet tender, while the kiss is a paradox of teasing and intensity.
Rioâs hands suddenly slide to your hips, pulling your attention. Agatha leans back just slightly, her breath fanning your face as her lips curve into a smirk.
âYour turn, my love,â she says, glancing at Rio with a playful challenge in her eyes.
Rio doesnât hesitate. Her movements are firm as she tilts your chin towards her, her lips finding yours in a kiss thatâs slower, softer, but no less consuming. Where Agatha is fire and fervour, Rio is water, her touch calm yet undeniably intoxicating. Her hand presses gently against the small of your back, holding you steady as she deepens the kiss.
When she finally pulls away, her lips linger close to yours, her breath mingling with yours in the quiet of the room. âYou taste as good as I thought you would,â she murmurs, her voice low and laced with something that makes your knees weak.
Agatha laughs softly, stepping even closer so that youâre cocooned between them. Her fingers trail down your arm, igniting sparks along your skin. âI think theyâre enjoying this, donât you darling?â she teases, her gaze flicking between you and Rio.
Rio smirks, her eyes glinting in the dim light. âIâd say so.â
They exchange a knowing glance before Agathaâs hands firmly grip your shoulders, and with a playful yet commanding push, they guide you onto the bed, the softness of the sheets contrasting with the harsh intensity of their movements.
Agatha walks into what you presume is her closet, but you donât think on it for long as Rio is straddling you in a matter of moments. She is kissing you with a deep need; meanwhile, her hand makes its way under the waistband of your shorts; she swipes two of her fingers through your folds, gathering your wetness, letting out a groan of pleasure at the feel of it and brings her fingers to your lips.
Just as youâre about to take her digits in your mouth, you hear Agathaâs voice full of desire call, "Off."
But Rio doesnât move; instead, she pushes her fingers into your mouth, groaning at the feeling.
Agatha grabs the woman by the scruff of the neck and yanks her off of you.
âBut Aggie, theyâre so wet already,â Rio whines.
If your lips werenât already parted from having sucked on Rioâs fingers, your mouth would have dropped open at the sight of Agatha; she had removed her robe, revealing the purple lace lingerie underneath.
She places something you canât see at the foot of the bed and comes to stand next to you. âIt seems like everything you wear ends up soaked,â she says, mock concern coating every word.Â
Rio looks longingly at Agatha, a silent request on her face. With a single nod from Agatha, Rio starts undressing you hungrily. And as soon as you're bare, her mouth is on you again, exploring every inch of newly exposed skin.
âYou know,â Agatha drawls, âBefore your little stunt back there, my wife and I were finishing off our date with a wonderful night in bed.â She continued. âBoth of us talkedâor rather tried to talk between our moansâabout how weâd get you to join us.â You feel Rio smirk against your skin at this last sentence.
You shudder under Rioâs relentless kisses and Agathaâs firm gaze. Your legs are forced apart with strong hands, and you feel the cool air hit your heat.
âYouâre dripping everywhere,â Agatha states for the second time that evening. âNow let us take care of you.â Her voice is sure, leaving no room for arguments.
Rioâs makes her way down your body, nipping and sucking at your skin. When she reaches your thighs, her touch becomes lighter, stopping short of where you want her mouth most.
âPlease.â You beg, back arching up into her.
The feeling of her lips on your clit is pure ecstasy. Your eyes flutter shut at the sensation of Rio starting to suck lightly. Moaning, you grab a fistful of her hair and grind up into her face, seeking more.Â
She hums in satisfaction, happy to fulfil your request. She nips gently and begins to tease your entrance with her tongue, dipping it in ever so slightly. It doesnât take long before youâre cumming all over her face, her name falling repeatedly from your lips. Itâs only when you start to come back down that you remember Agatha is still in the room. She is looking at you with sheer lust, clearly struggling to keep herself from interrupting Rioâs fun.Â
As if they could read each otherâs minds, Rio withdraws from between your legs and comes to sit behind you, pulling you up so your back is against her chest. She pinches one of your nipples, causing your head to drop back on to her shoulder. A firm hand grips your chin, forcing it back up, and you open your eyes to see Agatha kneeling between your legs, her hands rubbing up and down your thighs.
âYou need to look at Mommy when she fucks you,â Rio whispers in your ear before playfully nibbling your earlobe.
Agathaâs arms snake under your legs, pulling your hips up and into her. Itâs then that you feel something hard poke you, making your eyes go wide. At some point when Rio was fucking you, Agatha had slipped into a harness, a purple dildo secured firmly in the centre.
âAre you sure you want this?â She asks, bringing the tip to your entrance. âIâll only continue with your enthusiastic consent.â
The fact that she cares enough to make sure you were definitely okay with this, only turns you on more. âYes. Please, Agathaâ" Rio's grip on your jaw tightens. âMommy,â you correct yourself. âPlease fuck me, Mommy.â
And with that, she slides into you, facing very little resistance with how wet you are. As she bottoms out, her hips pressing into yours, you canât help the whimper that escapes your lips.
âKiss me,â you demand.
You hear Agatha chuckle when she leans into you, capturing your lips in a searing kiss while still continuing her thrusts.Â
The sex is messy and loud, and you cum at least two more times before the couple shows any kind of stopping. You are left gasping, your body shaking; Rioâs firm hold on you is the only thing keeping you upright.
âThink you can go for one more round, sweetheart?â Agatha teases as Rio climbs out from behind you.
With the strap still inside you, Agatha rolls you over so she is lying on the bed and you are straddling her hips. The other woman settles her thighs on either side of Agathaâs head, facing you.
âHoney, you really have enjoyed having our guest round, havenât you?â
Rio doesnât reply, only winking at you before lowering herself onto Agathaâs face.
You start to grind your hips at the sight, the strap hitting the perfect spot inside you, Agatha begins to flick her tongue over Rioâs clit, and Rio pulls your face in to start making out with you. This change in position has the harness rubbing against Agathaâs clit, pulling the most gorgeous moans from her. All of you are lost in waves of pleasure; the sounds of grunting, moaning, and whining filling the room.Â
You all cum at different times, but it doesnât matter because nobody stops until the last of you is coaxed through the final aftershocks of your orgasms.
Untangling yourself from one another, you and Rio flop down beside Agatha, dumb smiles plastered across all of your faces. Itâs a few minutes before they get up, but Agatha takes off the harness, giving it to her wife before coming back and drawing you into her arms. Rio wanders off to their bathroom to clean it off and returns with a wet cloth to clean you up as well.
She rejoins you after she's done and presses a soft kiss to your head, coming to lay down behind you, draping her arm across your body. With the three of you like that, it is not long before you fall into a deep sleep, a small smile still visible on your lips.Â
You were going to ache in the morning, but right this second you couldnât find a single fuck to give.
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Good Wives Always Know (Wanda x Agatha x Reader)
[minors don't interact, 18+]
pairing: daddy!agatha x mommy!wanda x sub!reader
summary: You didnât really know what you were expecting when Agatha and Wanda found out you were casually seeing them both at the same time, but you didnât think it would end up like this.Â
content warnings: daddy!agatha, mommy!wanda, humiliation, degradation, praise, choking, breath play, nipple play, vibrator use, strap use, spanking, double penetration, strap sucking, power imbalance, bondage, oral sex, fingering, anal sex, spitting, probably more but read at your own discretion! <3Â
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Good Wives Always Know (Wanda x Agatha x Reader)
You tugged against the restraints tied harshly around your wrists, your face flushed as you were sat naked, wrists tied to either side of the headboard of your bed, the two women looking over you dressed completely. You couldnât believe youâd been caught, you didnât expect them to ever find out that you were simultaneously seeing them both. While youâd never confirmed exclusivity to either woman, with the dynamic you shared with both individually it was probably expected.Â
âOh honey, you really thought you could keep this little game going forever? Did you honestly believe we wouldnât find out.â Wanda coos, perching to the left side of you, smiling in her sickeningly sweet way, her fingers brushing over your burning cheek.Â
âOf course she thought that.â Agatha laughs, her chuckle a menacing contrast to Wandaâs calming demeanor. âLook at her Wanda, this little slut probably thought she was being clever.â You whined at the pet name, but your cheeks flushing scarlet as Wandaâs eyes opened wider at the contrast in how your other woman speaks to you, a stark difference to the dynamic you shared with her.Â
âI just donât understand how you found the time baby. Keeping up with me and Agatha.â Wanda spoke, her voice deceptively soft as her head tilts to meet your shamed gaze. âThatâs quite the schedule.Â
âTime? Oh, please.â Agatha cut in again, neither woman allowing you to speak, âShe was probably slipping out of my bed and straight into yours, isnât that right pet?â With that question she grasps your chin, pulling your face towards hers, her lips pursed as you glares down at you, her hand forcing you to nod in response to her question. You didnât dare speak, you didnât even know what to say.Â
âNow, now, let's not scare her too much. Sheâs not used to being called out, are you, sweet girl?â Wanda protests, her hand falling onto your thigh and giving you an encouraging squeeze. The combination of both women was turning your brain completely fuzzy as you felt yourself slipping into a submissive role that was being torn between both dynamics.Â
âSweet? There's nothing sweet about her.â Agatha spits, releasing you from her grip, slapping you hard across the face, the noise alone drawing an elicit moan from your lips before you allow your head to drop, your hair falling across your face. âSheâs a dirty little whore who thought she could have it all. Look at her now, squirming like the pathetic mess she is.â
âLetâs not be too hard on her, Agatha.â Wanda pouts, her fingers stroking through your sweat sodden hair. âSheâs just inexperienced.â
âInexperienced?â Agatha scoffs, the rage on her cheeks growing, âSheâs been playing this game for ages. Weâre just the ones to catch her.â This time, Agatha's hand found its way around your throat, squeezing the sides of your neck at your lack of response to any of their questions, even if they hadnât given you the time to respond.Â
âIâm sorry.â You squeak, gasping on the words that get caught in your restricted throat.Â
âSorry? Youâre not sorry, you like playing games, donât you slut?â Her grip returns harsher and you whine against the palm of her hand, your hips involuntarily bucking upwards.Â
âI didnât-â You struggle breathlessly, trying to respond but youâre unable to underneath the brunettes pressure against your throat.Â
âShh, sweet thing, let Agatha have her fun.â Wanda cuts you off, her voice soothing but taunting at the same time. âSheâs just upset because youâve been so naughty. She only wants to teach you how to behave.âÂ
A wicked grin spreads across Agathaâs face as she loosens her grip and you splutter at the sudden rush of air. She doesnât let you go completely, enough to let you catch your breath but still hold you captive against the mattress. âOh, Iâm not done yet. But donât worry pet, youâll learn. Youâre going to beg us to teach you more by the time weâre through.â Her voice drips with disdain as she lets her other hand trace down your body, stopping just above your waist.Â
You feel your skin begin to heat up with both fear and desire, your words unable to contain themselves. âI donât want to, please, donât-â You start to squirm under her grip, feeling trapped but exhilarated, your hands tugging harder against the restraints.Â
âStop pretending. You want this and donât you dare act innocent now when youâve been sneaking behind our backs.â Agathaâs voice rises in anger again, eyes darkening with jealousy as she looks at Wanda, the soft glow of the redhead's eyes beaming down on you doing nothing but spurring her on.Â
âI didnât mean to, I just wanted you both, I didnât know-â Your words begin to trail off as you realise how desperate you sound with both women on either side of you, both with their hands on different parts of your body.Â
Wanda smiles at the admission, her fingers caressing your face as she leans back just slightly to give Agatha more space. âOh baby, we know. You just donât know how to pick one, do you.â Her voice was laced with sweet mockery now, your cheeks glowing pink as her tone began to change, a switch up that you were all too well acquaintanced with. âBut now, youâll learn what happens when you canât choose. You belong to us, whether you like it or not.â
Agatha's lips curl into a smirk as she leans in, bringing her face close to yours, her voice a sharp whisper, âYou donât get to play both sides anymore, youâre ours now, and weâll make sure you know exactly what that means.â You whine at her words, her hand inching closer to where you needed her, the exchanges between the two women had made you more desperate than you could ever imagine, arousal dripping down the lengths of your inner thighs.Â
âDo you understand sweetheart?â Wanda asks carefully, her fingers brushing your goosebumped skin, the pads of her fingertips edging towards your aching nipples.Â
âYes Mommy.â You reply, your lips rolling against each other as Agatha smirks down at you, her fingers pressing down into your pubic bone, hard enough to leave white marks into your skin.Â
âHow cute, youâve got your Mommy and your Daddy.â Agatha smirks, not knowing Wandaâs title to you until your shamed admission through glossy eyes as you canât pick someone to focus on. âNow your Mommy has been telling me some things about you and how much of a greedy slut you are with her, hm?â Even Wanda squirmed slightly at Agathaâs words, but you, you were a whimpering mess underneath them both.Â
âI donât, Iâm not-â You exclaim, batting your eyelashes at Wanda who didnât give you any soft and calming looks back.Â
âYouâve never touched her have you?â Agatha states, two fingers reaching down to stroke the length of your cunt, spreading you apart and gathering your arousal onto her fingers. You shake your head, both you and Wanda knowing that their dynamic was different to yours and Agathas. âBut that's what sheâs good for Wanda, she's such a good little fucktoy when she wants to be, I use her all the time you should try her.âÂ
With her words, the pressure of her fingertips grew stronger, planting lazy circles against your clit, being spoken about like youâre not there, not getting the attention that you want was driving you insane. You tried everything to snap them back to you, lifting your hips, trying to get the friction that you desperately craved, but Agatha was good at ignoring you.Â
âYouâre going to show your Mommy how good that tongue of yours is.â Agatha orders, casually removing her hand from between your legs despite your whines of protest, untying the restraints that had held you captive. As soon as youâd been let free, her hand grabbed a fistful of your hair, shoving you onto your knees.Â
As Wanda stood, she unbuckled her belt, removed her trousers and her laced underwear, positioning herself in front of your hung face, her legs open and you were practically drooling at the sight of her opened up in front of you, her arousal reflecting the light.Â
âGo on honey, I give you permission.â Wanda spoke calmly, watching as Agatha positioned herself behind you, unknowingly to you. You couldnât care what Agatha was doing as the permission to touch her was the only thing you could focus on. You didnât know what Wanda liked, but you just performed what Agatha had taught you when you first met, your tongue licking wide strokes up and down the length of her pussy, groaning at the taste of her.Â
Just as you started to drive circles into Wandaâs clit with the tip of your tongue, you felt Agathaâs hand collide harshly with your ass, an unexpected moan forced its way through your lips, vibrating conveniently against Wandaâs cunt.Â
âYouâve been seeing your Mommy for ten weeks behind Daddyâs back, so youâre getting ten.â Agatha announces, delivering another quick spank to the other cheek. You moaned again, this time you were joined with a high pitched groan from Wanda, who had fallen back on her arms, her hips lifting to meet where your tongue was circling lightly against your clit.Â
âOh baby youâre making Mommy feel so good.â Wanda gasped as your circles got harder and tighter. Agatha delivered two more spanks to you and you groan increasingly louder with each one and the redheadâs hands fall into the locks of your hair, forcing your face closer to her arousal. You started to suck against her clit, your rhythm being put off once again by another spank.Â
âYou make Mommy sound so pretty with that whore mouth of yours.â Agatha comments and even Wanda whines at the remark, her cheeks flushed and her neck strained as show throws her head back in pure ecstasy. âLook at your Mommy when you make her cum.â She forces your head up, your tongue remaining firmly against Wandaâs clit, the redhead trembling in front of you as Agatha smacks your ass another three times in quick succession was enough to make you fall apart in between them both.Â
You could feel Wanda shaking around you, her thighs clenching harder around your face as Agatha spanked you for the penultimate time. Wandaâs chest rose as you sucked against her clit, grazing your teeth over her nub and that was all she needed, she came tumbling over the edge with a pornographic moan, her hands still buried in your hair as she continued to grind against your tongue as she worked herself through her orgasm.Â
Just as you leaned away from her, Agatha slapped your ass harder than she ever had before you and groaned in pain, trying to scurry away from her, but she had a tight grip on your thighs, keeping you in place.Â
âGod your Daddy was right, you are incredible with your tongue.â Wanda praises, changing her position so sheâs lying next to you, her hands caressing the red marks left by Agatha. You pout at the redhead, knowing that you could get yourself out of this punishment if you kept acting sweet and innocent, but Agatha would never fall for it. You were right, of course.Â
Agatha flips you onto your back, laying you down harshly against the matress. âDonât give into her Wanda, she wanted our attention and now sheâs got it so letâs see how much she can take.â You watch as Agatha reaches for her wand, handing it over to Wanda and you feel your body squirm as your mind flicks to the countless times Wanda has punished you with this toy, edging you over and over until youâre a pathetic mess begging her to let you come.Â
âCome on sweetheart, you know you have to be punished so take it like a good girl.â Wanda beams, her smile calming you as Agatha pries open your legs, holding one so you canât escape from what was about to happen. You hear the vibrations before you feel them, the anticipation making your body tremble as the brunettes' nails dug harshly into your upper thigh.Â
Wanda moves the vibrator an inch so it's pressed lightly up against your clit and you whine so desperately to the pleasure that was coursing through your body. You were already so desperate, your arousal leaking and smothering your thighs from being spanked so harshly, your clit pulsating against the vibrations as Wanda pressed the head of the toy harder against you.Â
Agatha started to play with your hardened nipples, she was never gentle with you. Her nails were scratching against your nubs, her fingers rolling them harshly. The addition of Agathaâs harsh pulls and twists against your breasts and the increasing vibrations pulsating through your cunt was bringing you unashamedly close to the edge as your thighs begin to tremble, Agatha slaps your erect nipple, making you gasp and try not to tumble over the edge. Before you could even think about it, Wanda removed the vibrator from you, her familiar mockingly sad pout looming over you as Agatha continued to play with your nipples.Â
Wanda gives you a few seconds to reset before placing the vibrator back against your clit as your hips buck subconsciously to meet the toy. âDo you like being the center of attention? Having both of us watching your every move?â Wanda asks, her voice slick with a sweet mockery of your current state as you nod so hard you almost pass out.
âOh she loves it. Look at her.â Agatha jeers, leaning down to bite your right nipple, drawing a high pitched squeal from your throat, âSheâs practically begging for more.âÂ
You felt yourself getting close again, but before you could get there Wanda removed the vibrator once more. You were frustrated, your cheeks flushed, your forehead slick with sweat. You start whining but Agatha grasps your mouth with her flat palm, forcing your whines to be muffled by her strop grip as Wanda places the vibrator against you again.Â
You get close embarrassingly fast, not being given enough time to recover. You start trembling and moaning against Agathaâs hand, but before you are given any sort of release the vibrator is removed from you again. Wanda canât help but laugh at your body sprawled across the mattress, Agathaâs fingers still pulling at your nipples.Â
âPlease Mommy, I canât, I need to come, please.â You beg, knowing that it usually worked with Wanda, tactfully choosing not to address Agatha because you know what the answer would be.Â
âOkay sweetheart, this time you can come for Mommy okay.â You nod enthusiastically, opening your legs up wider and you can hear Agatha scoff in disbelief at how easily Wanda had caved from one line of pathetic begging. You felt the vibrator again, this time your body relaxed into it, allowing the pleasure to take over your body. You were a stuttering mess, your body squirming despite both womens harsh grips on your skin in an attempt to keep you still.Â
This time when you get close, you let your body take over and the orgasm rips fiercely through your body, your muscles contorting from the relief of frustration. Just as Wanda went to turn the vibrator off, Agatha grabs if from Wanda, finding the dial and turning it up to the maximum speed and pressing it hard against your sensitive clit.Â
âNo way, Daddy is not letting you get off that easy.â Agatha smirks as you do everything you can to get away from the strength of the toy that was being pressed so harshly against you it was painful. Your legs start thrashing against the bed, but Agatha doesnât stop, she just laughs at your struggle.Â
âPlease forgive me Daddy, I canâtâ You whine desperately, tears forming in your eyes as another painful orgasm rushed through your body against your will, but she still doesnât give in, she keeps her strong grip on the vibrator, not allowing you to escape from her.Â
âYou know the word if you canât do it.â Agatha says, waiting impatiently for a safeword to come out of your mouth, but as she expected, she was met with radio silence, âYeah thats what I thought you fucking whore, take it like the little slut you are for Daddy.â Agatha laughs as she pushes even harder and you scream in desperation as you feel another orgasm getting dangerously close to your sensitive cunt, you werenât even sure if you could manage another one.Â
Wanda started to draw circles into your skin, her instincts kicking in when she sees a tear stream down your face. She goes to wipe it from your cheek, but Agatha stops her with her spare hand. âLook at how pathetic she looks when she cries, sheâs so easy to break.â Agatha says as more tears stream down your cheeks. Wanda manages to brush a few away from your cheek much to Agathaâs distaste.Â
âIâve never seen her like this before, she looks so helpless.â Wanda comments as your body shakes underneath the vibrator, the pain and pleasure combining too much and youâre so overstimulated you canât help but let the tears fall.Â
âHelpless? No doll, sheâs nothing more than our slutty little toy and sheâs ours to break, look at her, it's pathetic.â With that, she spits at you, her saliva mixing with your tears on your face. This time youâre met with Wanda looking down at you, a satisfied hum leaving her throat as she finally sees what Agatha means. You were done for, if Agatha could convert Wanda so easily, you didnât know if youâd ever get out of it.Â
âI canât do it Daddy, Iâm so close I canât do it again.â You whine in desperation as another orgasm tried to break you, but you were holding it back so you didnât have to feel the sensitivity afterwards again.Â
âGod youâre so pathetic.â Agatha growls, turning the vibrator off and you can breathe again, your aching cunt dripping down onto the bed sheets. Youâre barely given a moment to recover before Agatha is unbuckling her belt and forcing you up onto your knees. âItâs a shame, I was going to fuck you after one more orgasm.â Agatha laughed, motioning towards your favourite purple strap that was waiting for you, already attached to the harness.Â
âNo wait Daddy, Please Iâll do it, Iâm sorry.â You whine, you knew this was Agatha messing with your head but your fuzzy state of mind couldnât see past it, the only thing you knew how to do was beg, even if they called you pathetic. She ignored your attempts, holding her belt between her hands before buckling it back around your hands as she tugged them behind your back, tightening it so you couldnât move them. You winced at the stretch, but you got no sympathy in return.Â
âNo its okay sweetheart, you can watch while Mommy gets fucked by Daddy instead of you.â Wanda coos and you could have almost combusted on the spot. You try to move, but your hands behind your back put you off balance and you realise your fate as Agatha slips herself into the harness, lubing it up as Wanda arches her back on the mattress. You couldnât even whine anymore, your silence was astronomical as you watched the scene play out in front of you.Â
Agatha isnât rough with Wanda, she treats her with respect, knowing the redhead deserved it. âAgatha, no teasing.â Wanda demands as she feels the head of the strap rubbing against her pussy, and Agatha immediately complies, pushing the length of the cock inside of her and relishing in the pornographic sounds that erupted from the redhead's mouth. Wandaâs fingernails dug into the bedsheets, gripping fistfuls of the duvet underneath her as she felt Agathaâs hips begin to thrust gently into her.Â
âFuck youâre so tight for me,â Agatha groans, finding the strength to double her efforts and thrust harder into the redhead, feeling how desperate she was for her. âMakes a change fucking someone who isnât a pathetic fucktoy.â Agatha shoots her words at you as she squirm against the mattress, your knees begin to ache and your shoulders pulling backwards at un uncomforting level. âYou like watching Daddy fuck Mommy huh?â Agatha asks you and Wandaâs blissed out face turns to look at you writhing in your restraints.
âLet me see how wet you are, open those legs for Mommy.â Wanda manages to get out in a fairly casual manner considering Agatha is basically pounding into her now, her hands on her waist, forcing her back onto her cock to meet her thrusts. You do as she says, the wet patch forming underneath you a good enough indicator of how much this was turning you on.Â
At the sight of you, to Wandaâs delight, Agatha got rougher with her thrusts, her hand snaking round her body to circle her clit with the tips of two of her fingers. That was all it took, Wanda came crashing around the brunette's cock, her moans unashamedly loud and Agatha looks fairly satisfied with both of your reactions. Before she had a chance to pull out, Wanda lifted her body up with Agathaâs cock still buried inside of her, turning her head to place a kiss against her lips.Â
That was only the beginning as the brunette reciprocated, grabbing the back of her neck and tracing her tongue against the surface of Wandaâs, both of them moaning into each other's mouths as Wanda grinded against the base of the strap. That turned you on more than watching them have sex, the way they moulded together in a fierce fight of dominance. Your desperate whines pull them away from each other, both their eyes falling on you.Â
To your disappointment, Agatha shimmied her way out of her harness, leaving her wearing her shirt and laced underwear, a small damp patch revealing itself to you and you were ready to give Agatha everything you know she needed. The brunette watched as you licked your lips at the sight of her dampened underwear and she stripped them from her cunt, throwing them to the side before guiding you onto your front, your hands still restrained behind your back.Â
âYouâre going to make Daddy come as a thank you from me sweetheart.â Wanda said, tucking your hair behind your ear, as Agatha leaned backwards, her legs spread as the redhead helped you into position. She undoes the belt, allowing you to lean on your elbows as you kiss Agathaâs clit, her arousal seeping into your lips. She didnât like it when you rushed, and you knew how desperate she was for it and how youâd be more likely to get what you want if you please her.Â
âPut that mouth to good use slut.â Agatha growls through her desperation, scratching her nails through your hair and digging into your scalp to keep your face in position as you lick swirls through her folds. Unlike Wanda, Agatha rarely made a sound, she just went silent, her eyes always remaining on you through hooded eyes, giving you no satisfaction for making her cum.Â
âWhile you make your Daddy feel good, weâre going to show her what we like to do together when youâre really desperate.â Wanda breathes into your ear, her body slick against yours, biting your earlobe before grabbing your ass and your eyes widened as your tongue worked hard against Agathaâs wet cunt. âBecause I can feel how desperate you are.â Wanda smirked, two fingers reaching for your entrance, swiping at your dripping arousal before sucking her fingers into her mouth to taste your desperation plain and simple.Â
She starts to push her fingers towards your entrance, before she stops, gathering enough arousal between her fingertips before allowing one of them to graze the rim of your second hole and you groan into Agathaâs pussy, the vibrations making her legs twitch. âYou want me in here, don't you love.â Wanda teased, pressing lightly against your asshole, something which youâd never let Agatha do. You nod, your tongue beginning large circles around Agathaâs clit, still remaining slow and composed against her cunt, knowing better than to speed up without instruction.
âI wanna show Daddy.â You say, lifting up to take a breath, but you were immediately forced back down by Agathaâs quick hands and your tongue knows to continue before your brain can tell you to.Â
You could feel Wanda shifting her weight behind you before palming the soft skin of your ass a few times before spreading it. The sound which left your mouth and reverberated off of Agathaâs cunt as Wanda pressed her tongue against your asshole was bordering on humiliating. You pussy clenched around nothing, aching at the way she teased your rim.Â
Wanda hummed against your skin before pulling back to rub a slick finger against it. âYou take it so well, donât you? You like getting your ass fucked by Mommy?â
The flush she brought to your cheeks had you squirming, but your tongue remained present on Agathaâs clit, the tug she had on your hair made you speed up just a fraction, the tremble in her thighs spurring you on.Â
Wanda reached round your body to circle your clit in order to distract you from the way her fingertip dipped inside. She was efficient with it, working it deeper and deeper until you could feel her knuckle against your skin. Your pussy tightened with every gentle thrust as she worked, dripping down to where her other hand slid across your clit.Â
By the time she lined a second finger alongside the first, Agatha was letting out the prettiest little grunts. You watched for a while, enjoying the rock of her hips and the wet noises your tongue made against her heat. You groaned desperately when you felt Wandaâs second finger stretching deep inside of you.Â
She was working hard to stretch you out, knowing what would be coming next, but you didnât. Before you could even question why Wanda was preparing you up, Agathaâs chest was rising and falling at a rapid pace and her hands in your hair gripped tightly and you knew she was close. You continued the exact rhythm youâd found with your tongue and within a few seconds Agathaâs thighs were trembling before trapping your head between her legs while you sent her over the edge with a few breathy moans, your head transfixed into face as Wanda stretched you out with her two fingers.Â
As soon as Agatha recovered, Wanda gently pulled out of you and before you could protest at the emptiness, the brunette pulled you onto her body, colliding her lips with yours so she could taste herself on your tongue.
âAre you ready to make it up to us like the dirty little whore you are?â Agatha pulled away and whispered into your ear. You nodded desperately and before you could move yourself, Agatha grabbed a fistfull of your hair and forced you onto the floor on your already sore knees. You grunted at the pain, but you received nothing as you watched both women put on harnesses, Agatha's purple one a lot bigger than Wandaâs pale pink dildo.
You sat and waited in anticipation, falling against the heels of your feet, your hands remaining on your thighs. Both women, strapped up, sit themselves next to each other at the foot of the bed, looking down at you on your knees.Â
âSheâs got so much potential, doesnât she?â Wanda said and your face flushed pink at the praise, your eyes meeting Wandaâs and you were met with the kind gentle face you were used to.Â
âPotential?â Agatha scoffed, âSure, if you mean as a toy for us to use.â Your face flushed a darker red, changing your gaze to meet Agathaâs unforgiving smirk. âCome on slut , you know what to do.â Agatha smiled, looking down at her cock, waiting for you to clasp your lips around it.Â
So you do exactly that, taking just the head into your mouth, licking around the top as if she could actually feel it before bobbing your head down further to take as much of her in as you could. Once youâd adjusted, she grabbed your hair, pushing you further down the shaft until you choked and spluttered against the strap. She lets you up for air, before Wanda guides your face towards her cock, gently forcing you to do the same thing on her. You oblige, not once closing your mouth as the two women take turns in having your lips around their cocks.
âOh you poor thing,â Wanda cooed as tears began to stream down your face as you spluttered around her dildo for the second time, before Agatha grabs you and forces her cock into your mouth with a harsh thrust. The ache in your core growing and growing. âYou needed two of us to take charge and put you in your place, didnât you.â Despite Agatha's cock sliding further down your throat you manage to nod at Wanda's words.Â
âAnd this is your place, desperately sucking on Mommy and Daddyâs cocks before we fuck you with them.â Agatha jeers and the words make you choke and they stop. You sit against your heels again, a mixture of saliva and tears running down your face as you look up at both of them who just look so unbelievably satisfied with themselves. Theyâd almost broken you.Â
You get pulled back up onto the bed, forced onto your front so your head is buried in the pillows that had fallen out of place into the middle of the bed. Wanda shifted behind you, swinging a leg over your own and steadying herself with a hand against your back. Agatha walks around the side of the bed, sitting against the end, right next to where your head was lying.Â
Slick fingers pressed into your asshole again, Wanda was relatively careful, checking with you over and over that you could take her fingers with relative ease before the blunt head of her toy pressed against your rim.Â
âDonât be shy.â Wanda encouraged, looking at how your face was being pushed into the pillows.Â
âDaddy wants to see your face when she fills up your ass.â Agatha snarked from above and as much as you rolled your eyes, there was no getting away from it as two fingers pressed under your chin and she forced you to look directly into her eyes.Â
The slightest increase against your asshole and you were fighting Agathaâs grip, not able to keep eye contact, but she was firm on you looking at her as Wandaâs hand groped at your asscheek, spreading you even wider so she could see you stretch around the tip of her cock.Â
Wanda pressed deeper, but not by much. Her hands wrapped around your hips, caressing the skin while her cock rocked gently.Â
âMore please Mommy.â You grunt, pressing your ass back to heighten the intensity. You met Agathaâs smirk and with a few more gentle rocks you whined at the feeling of her hips pressed against your ass, the way her strap stretched around you, and the clench of your empty pussy. There was a temptation to bury your face into the pillows, but youâd never seen Agathaâs eyes light up the way they were right now.Â
âTell Daddy how much you like it when Mommy fucks you like this.â Wanda gasps, wrapping her hands around your hips, working her cock steadily until there was no stretch to speak of, just the rhythmic shift of her.Â
âI love it when Mommy fucks me like this.â You stutter through breathy moans, but there was a reason Agatha had started moving towards you and you knew what was coming.Â
You were aware of how your cunt was dripping onto the sheets, your spread knees meaning it had no stimulation whatsoever as Wanda fucked your other hole. Agatha kneed her way closer, âLook at you, this is the sluttiest Iâve ever seen you.âÂ
You whine as you let their hands coax you up until you are sandwiched between them. Your back arched, pressing your bare chest against Agatha as she pushed the pillows out of the way. One hand held her shoulder, the other reaching back to feel Wanda's strong grip on your hip as she kept her gentle rhythm.Â
âYouâre dripping you fucking whore.â Agatha sneered, teasing your opening with her fingers. Her grin was wolfish and unforgiving.
âDaddy.â You panted.
Her fingers pulled back to circle over your drowned clit, just the slick slip of her skin against yours was driving you insane. She was drinking in the desperate buck of your hips as the head of her cock brushed past your folds as Wanda kept a tight grip of you as she fucked your ass.Â
âPlease Daddy, I wanna be full, I want both of you inside of me-âÂ
Before you can finish begging, Agatha guides her strap into your entrance and your eyes roll to the back of your head, your skull resting back on Wandaâs shoulder as Agatha works her way inside of you, both of them finding the same rhythm with each other.Â
âYouâre so lucky to have both of us, you know that right?â Wanda pants as she watches in awe at the way your body trembled as both women thrust inside of you at the same time.
âFuck yes.â You gasped.
You could barely breathe, you couldâve cried at the sensation. Not fast or aimed enough to be pleasurable, but deep enough to make you crave them both. Every shift of Agathaâs cock inside of you was a reminder of the other one.Â
âYou act like a whore you get treated like a whore, is that why you did this?â Agatha asks, leaning down between thrusts to lick at your nipples teasingly while her hand dipped between your legs and kindly circled your clit. You nod, earning you a swift sharp thrust into your pussy making you whine in pleasure as they sped up their adjoined rhythm. âYouâre nothing but our filthy whore, this is what you deserve, this is what you were made for, having all your holes filled like this.âÂ
âIâm so full.â You whined, feeling the low thrum of an orgasm approaching, but every time you felt it you couldnât chase it because of a different sensation on your body.Â
âNot full enough.â Agatha growled into your skin, her fingers tracing your lips before you allowed her in, your tongue immediately sucking at her fingers. âMy god, youâre so fucking dirty.â She breathed, looking at the way your body was crumbling under the pressure. Agatha held your hips and started bucking up harder into you and you keened at the rough treatment, but once Wanda matched the relentless pace, the feeling had your eyes squeezed shut.Â
âYou let us do whatever we want to you. Good little girl.â Wanda praised as you kept getting louder and louder, no longer caring what you sounded like. They were both working in and out, but once Agathaâs fingers found your clit again and rubbed tight pressured circles against it, you felt your body untense as the pain subsided and all you could feel was an intense amount of pleasure. But it was too much, there was no way you would ever catch up to the orgasm that kept building and fading.
âWeâre not going to stop. You can be a good whore and come on our cocks now, or you can take it for another hour, we can do this all day.â Agatha spat, getting impatient with your disobedience, but Wanda traced love hearts on your back and the combination of the two relaxed you.Â
âBreathe, just take it honey.â Wanda whispered, and it took a second for your brain to kick into gear again, to fight the fuzziness that was stopping your orgasm.Â
âOh fuck Mommy Iâm-â You gasped, âDaddy please can I-âÂ
âOh I know.â You could hear the smile on Wandaâs face.Â
âYou better come like a filthy little whore all over our cocks,â Agatha ordered, rocking you up and down until your brain went blank and the sheer height of it took over. âNow.âÂ
You felt like you were there forever, eyes squeezed shut, nails dug into both womens arms. After a few more thrusts and circles of your clit, it all crashed down. Burning hot pleasure ripped up your spine in controllable waves, the heat between your legs spreading everywhere. They didnât pull out until you were jerking violently, painfully aware of how tight you were clenched around you.Â
They gave you a minute before warning you that they were pulling out and you fell against the mattress in a pathetic sweat, your body shaking as the two women took off their harnesses and sat enveloping you between them.
Agatha was the first to get you water, her harsher techniques meaning her aftercare was incredibly important to her. She helped you sip it slowly while Wanda cradled you in her arms.Â
âYou know weâre thankful you were two timing us, right?â Agatha laughed, kissing your sodden forehead, brushing your wet hair from your face.Â
âSo wait, I don't have to choose?â You say in a thankful shock, leaning into both women.Â
âHavenât we just proved you can have both of us.â Wanda said, her head cocked to the side and her eyebrow raised as the flush of your cheeks.Â
âLike we said, youâre ours now.â Agatha smirked, twirling your hair around her fingers. âCome on let's get you cleaned up.â
âGive me a minute, I donât think I can walk.â
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Reader x Agatha Harkness ; Stealing You Away From Your Girlfriend
no excerpt from this one because i'm not sure if i'm writing it yet
Fic Details; You are in a relationship with a woman who doesn't pay attention to you. Agatha is your friend, you and Agatha see one another a lot, spend time together frequently, and usually you'll stay at her house if you're having issues with your partner. Agatha wants you, and her longing for you only gets stronger every day. You feel a pull to her, something attracts you to her presence. One night, when the two of you are at her house drinking wine, your girlfriend texts you that you can't see Agatha anymore. You, upset, rant about how she's too controlling and is always trying to make it seem like someone is trying to steal you away when they aren't. Agatha consoles you, takes you to bed, and being drunk, can't help herself from kissing you. You avoid her for weeks, mostly because the kiss felt so good, so right. When your mutual friend gets married, you go to her reception, and like you thought, Agatha was there. You didn't plan on speaking to her, even though you wanted to so badly. About an hour in, they're inviting couples up to the dance floor for a slow song. You search for your partner, but they're no where to be found. The only person you see is her, agatha. You knew you should've just sat back down, but you didn't. You danced with her, for what felt like eternity, you were held by her arms and cradled. Whilst everyone else is distracted by the bride and groom, she grabs you by the wrist and pulls you aside. She confesses everything to you, about how desperate she is for you. You let your desire take control, and when she pins you against the wall and starts leaving sloppy kisses on your lips, neck, and collarbone, you don't object. Everything about it was wrong, but simultaneously, nothing was. Your girlfriend yelled for you while Agatha was all over you, and you decided to follow your heart. That night, you went home with her. Maybe it was the alcohol, at least you could've blamed the alcohol for that night. When your girlfriend asks you the next day where you were, you tell her you must've passed out in a room at the venue, and your newly wed friend must've brought you home. She buys the lie. A week later, your partner takes you on a date, one which Agatha is invited to. Your girlfriend explains how she felt bad for separating you two; saying she noticed that your mood had changed. It was a mistake to sit by her, especially as Agatha used her magic to do things to you.
More Details; Fic will be multi chapter if made, probably around 8 chapters? WILL HAVE A HAPPY ENDING! There will be smut, a lot of it, and it will involve cheating, a lot of that.
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Sometimes babygirl is a hundreds of years old lesbian witch that pretends to be tough but is actually a softie when she lets her guard down and is also SO unhinged that Death fell in love with her because they can only match each others freak. And I think that's beautiful.
#agatha harkness imagine#agatha rio#agathario#agatha harkness x reader#agatha all along#agthario#wlw#agatha harkness#agatha x rio#girlboss#witch#salem#salem witch trials#marvel#marvelwitch#agatha spoilers#kathryn hahn#aubrey plaza
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#rio vidal my beloved#rio vidal is my reason to continue atp#rio vidal#agatha all along#rio vidal x reader#agatha harkness#agario#agatha x rio#agatha harkness x rio vidal#agathario#rio x agatha
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i genuinely need you to write something for rio vidal plzzzzzz iâll take anything but your writing is perfect so id love for you to write something *cough* dominant jealous rio *cough*
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đȘđŸ: Fem!Reader, Dom!Rio, Jealous!Rio, Soft domming, knife play, biting, magical G!P, possessiveness
Contrary to all common sense, the quickest way to find yourself on Deathâs radar was not through an act of death itself. Not by losing your life or taking another'sâŠ
No, it was through her girlfriend.
A stranger's lingering gaze or a friend's pda never escaped Rioâs attention, and a repeat offender, like oh say⊠that coworker of yours you were talking to at that very momentâŠ
Well, they managed to make an enemy out of the force of nature that could usually pride herself on her indiscriminate apathy.
Rio lurked in the shadows outside your workplace, eyes darkening as that fool made you laugh.
She wasn't even two minutes late to pick you up, and already that snake was curling around you. Unbelievable.
You didn't think anything of it, Rio knew, but she could see in that man's eyes every disgusting thought he was having about you.
It made her sick, it made her burn.
Well, if the shades of purple littering your neck didn't clue him in to the fact that you were taken, she was beyond willing to do it herself.
Under the cover of darkness she shifted her attire with a thought, striding over in a new, clean-cut suit that made his own look like ratty hand-me-downs.
You perked up as soon as you noticed her and it made her heart leap. Your bright smile, your appreciative eyes taking in her new lookâŠ
He could never make you glow like that.
âHey, Baby.â
Rio couldn't help a quick smile reserved only for you as she joined you under the streetlight, arm wrapping around your waist. âHello, my love. Sorry I'm late, work was murder.â
She turned to face your companion, with a cold and withering stare. A look that could take years off a life.
âWho's your friend?â
You could never truly estimate the depths of Rio's jealousy but you knew that look well enough to know you had to get her out of there.
And you knew it well enough to not be surprised by the intensity she brought to the bedroom that night.
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âI missed you today.â
Rio replied in her softest tone, someone less attuned to her might not have even heard the boundless resentment living within it, âYou seemed like you were enjoying yourself.â
Leisurely, she traced her knife from your jaw, down your neck, applying a spine-tingling pressure just short of breaking skin.
âYeah well, that new guy I work with is pretty fun.â You said breathily, not biting. Her blade caught on the collar of your shirt, lingering above your hammering heart, and Rio laughed.
Never before had such stubborn brattiness looked so good on someone, but you were just something else⊠teasing her even with a knife to your chestâŠ
She cut through the fabric in one rough slash. âCareful, Lover. Wouldn't want to shorten such a fun man's life span, would you?â
âYou wouldn't do that.â you challenged
âTry me. I'd do anything to keep you.â
The sincerity of the statement should have frightened you, but it was intoxicating. To be the object of such devotion from Death herself was a head-spinning high that no drug, spell or new lover could match.
âYou'll always have me, Rio.â
There was a pain to the look she gave you in return, a wound behind her eyes, but she found a smile for you before she circled behind you.
âIâd better.â She breathed in your ear, pulling the tatters of what used to be your shirt from your body.
The tip of her knife traveled down your spine, barely grazing your skin on a trail to your skirt, which she skillfully cut open, baring you to her completely.
âMy pretty girlâŠâ
Her hand smoothed over your ass-cheek with near reverence before disappearing between your legs.
You gasped, skin aflush, but all too soon you realized she wasn't done playing with you yet.
âPlease.â You whimpered as her fingers slid across your folds, just short of where you needed them.
âSay my name.â
âRio, please, I need you so bad.â
She drew a lazy circle on your clit and your breath hitched, âWell how can I say no to that?â
A tingling warmth followed her hand on your back as she pushed you forward, forcing your chest onto your dresser and you into a bend.
You barely noticed the hardness of the surface against your breasts. You couldn't concentrate over the thought of being so exposed to her, and even that died with your last remaining brain cells as you felt the tip of her cock against your entrance.
She could've gone right in, you were wet enough for her to, but she slowly dragged up and down your slick folds, cock head catching on your clit every time and setting your nerves ablaze.
âRio.â You whined.
âSo impatient.â She laughed. âDon't worry, Baby, I'll take care of you.â
With that she pushed through your centre, slowly and gently sinking inside of you, savoring every blissful moan you let out.
She very nearly lost herself as you jerked against her but she resisted the rough thrust you were so clearly asking for. Your pathetic, little mewls, music to her ears.
She bottomed out inside of you, letting you adjust, letting you enjoy being filled. Then quicker than you could process she pulled out and slammed back in.
You cried out, but Rio wasn't slowing down this time, pounding you again and again with deep, unapologetic thrusts.
âYou're mine. You hear that? Say it.â
âI'm yours, Rio.â You choked out, voice bouncing with her pistoning hips.
âYeah, youâre mine. My good girl.â
She leant forward, her breasts flush against your back, as she sank her teeth into your shoulder, leaving behind a delightful sting.
Rio wasn't usually one for quickies but tonight she'd make an exception. There was a desperation inside of her stronger than mere lust. She had to see you cum.
She twisted her arm around your hip so she could work your clit, rubbing in a frenzy. âTell me you want me.â
âWant you. Need you.â
âThen cum for me Baby, I know you can do it.â
Rio was nothing short of amazing. The concentrated skill on your clit and the near supernatural speed of her thrusts unraveled you like only she could.
Your mouth fell open and your walls clenched around her in a strangling hold as lust threatened to burn you alive.
âGod! Rio!â
You came all over her and right on cue she emptied her cock inside of you, filling you to your very core with what felt like neverending ropes of cum, trapped inside of you by her refusal to pull out.
âI'm never gonna let anyone else do this to you, baby.â She breathed out, mouth returning to your shoulder to lick over the bite mark she left. âNever, for all eternity, I'm yours, and youâre mine.â
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Here are just a FEW times Agatha Harkness gave off major lesbian energy!
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