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All Mine (Jealous!Agatha Harkness x Reader)

Requests:

hi, can you please write something with wanda making agatha's wife someone's else's wife in the hex and it just drives agatha crazy? (anon)

you said you were out of your comfort zone when you wrote spell practice, but THAT was really good, so 👉👈 maybe you could write another NSFW? Involving maybe some jealous Agatha and a strap? If you're not comfortable it's 100% ok and I still love your work (anon)

Summary: Agatha reminds you who you belong to

Contents: NSFW, smut, 18+, jealous agatha, fake marriage, strap-on, some praising, some overstimulation, minors DNI

A/N: yes it’s finally here!! Sorry for taking literal months to finish this. I combined two requests because I feel like they went well together, I hope you guys like it!! 🖤

NSFW Tag List: @poetsdeadxo @academiagaymess @musicalmemesandstuff @shinkomiii @vintagegoddess12 @thatmacrameisnotgonnahitchitself @stone-hearted-seymour @agnessharknes @jesterofrohan @sky-not-found @artificial-cup-of-tea @agathaharknessslut @nickalpatel

F/N: fake name

GIF credits: @notsosecretlyalesbian 🥰

Agatha tried to tamp down her rising fury as she watched the two of you across the street. You were laughing at something he said while you tended to the flowers in the garden of the house you and your fake husband shared.

How dare Wanda? You and Agatha had entered Westview together, but for some reason, the redhead’s ideal fantasy meant that you were married not to Agatha, but to him. Harold. Just the sight of the man made Agatha’s blood boil.

She watched as he handed you a glass of lemonade. It was no doubt your recipe, the one Agatha loved to have on hot summer days. She felt her face flush, though not with anger, as you gulped down the drink, a trickle of sweat making its way down your neck. Agatha let the curtain fall and turned away from the window, exasperated. She had to do something.

•••

“Lemonade’s great, F/N,” Harold said cheerfully. You gave him a smile. Setting down your glass you glanced over at your wife’s house. You noticed the curtains of the front window swaying slightly. Had Agatha been watching you?

You couldn’t blame her. You missed Agatha terribly. You hated not being able to touch and talk to her in the ways you wanted to. You'd even found yourself watching her house, waiting for the moments she would step outside for the day. You sighed and went back to tending to the azaleas. They were Agatha’s favourite; she in fact had her own garden of them in front of her house.

"Hey Agnes!" Harold called from the porch. "What brings you here?"

You stood, wiping sweat from your brow, and turned to see Agatha walking over to your side of the street. It took all your willpower to not run over and wrap your arms around her.

"Harold," she greeted, though not too kindly. Turning to you she said, “I was just here to invite F/N for a little girls night. Movies, magazines, a sleepover. You know the deal,” Agatha’s words were light but her tone was anything but. You felt your heart race when her eyes met yours.

Harold chose this moment to come over and put an arm around your waist. You cringed inwardly when you saw the fire light up in your wife’s blue eyes. Agatha wasn’t one to share, even if it was necessary for her to achieve her plan.

“That’s a great idea,” he said, completely unaware of the way the brunette’s gaze was zeroed in on his hand at your waist. “I think it’ll be good for F/N to spend some time out of the house.” He smiled, looking down at you.

“Yes,” you nodded enthusiastically. Agatha’s blazing eyes met yours again. Never mind her mood. The sleepover would be the perfect cover for the two of you to finally be together, even if it was for just a night. “I’d love to,”

“Good,” Agatha smiled and turned to leave. “And don’t worry Harold, I’ll take great care of her!” She called over her shoulder and you swore you could hear the smirk in her voice.

•••

Later that evening you stepped out of the house, ready to head over to Agatha’s. You couldn’t help the way your nerves were abuzz, excited to finally be with your wife again. You’d already said bye to Harold who seemed happy that you were spending time with the brunette. You pitied him a little; he seemed nice enough and he definitely deserved someone who wasn’t already in a relationship.

You hurriedly crossed the street, worried about being spotted by Wanda. While a girl’s night wasn’t exactly suspicious, the lacy number you were wearing under your dress might raise a few brows. You couldn’t really help it; you’d missed Agatha in more ways than one.

You walked up to the front door and rang the doorbell, hands trembling slightly. She didn’t answer the door so you rang it again. No answer. “Aga- Agnes?” You quickly looked around to make sure no one heard your mistake. The street was empty and quiet.

Still, no answer. Sighing, you tried the doorknob and were surprised to find the door unlocked. You walked in and shut the door behind you, leaving you in the dark. “Aggs?” You called. “What’s with the spooky vibe you have going on here?” You laughed uneasily. You noticed the kitchen light was on and headed in there.

Agatha was standing in the kitchen with a glass of wine in hand, the bottle and another glass sitting on the counter. “Oh you made it,” she said, swirling the wine and not looking at you.

You’d been ready to embrace your wife but her tone threw you off. “Yes, I’m sorry. We were having dinner so I got a little late...”

“We,” Agatha looked at you and you saw that same fire in her eyes. “You and your little fake husband?”

She sounded a little too accusatory for your liking. “Where is this coming from?” You frowned.

“The longer we’re in here the longer he gets to pretend you’re his,” Agatha said bitterly.

Putting down your bag you walked over to the kitchen island, standing across from her. “You think I don’t know that?” You said, more sharply than intended. “It’s necessary for your plan. We can’t let Wanda become suspicious.”

“You’re right,” she sighed, walking over to where you stood. Her hand reached out to caress the side of your face. You couldn’t help but close your eyes and lean into her touch. “You’re always right, angel,”

Your eyes shot open as you felt Agatha’s hand begin to travel downwards. “But I don’t like the way he puts his hands on you. The way he thinks you’re his when in reality..” Agatha’s face hovered in front of yours, her hand coming to wrap around your throat. “You’re mine,” she growled.

“Agatha...” you gasped, her words sending a shock to your core. Her hand tightened. “Enough talking. On your knees.”

The brunette unzipped her pants to reveal her dark purple strap. You felt your cheeks warm looking at the size of it. “Now be a good girl,” she purred, mouth parting as she watched your lips wrap around the strap. “And get my cock ready, hm?”

Agatha threw her head back and let out a moan as you took the strap deep into your mouth. There was definitely another end of it inside her. The thought only made you suck harder. Her blue eyes caught yours as you pulled your mouth away, a trail of spit following you. “My dirty slut,” she grabbed your jaw to pull you up. “I’ve missed you,” she murmured, before pulling your mouth to hers.

The kiss was rough, rougher than usual. Agatha’s tongue dominated yours easily, making you moan into her mouth. You broke the kiss, sure that your lips must be swollen. But Agatha was relentless, pushing you against the wall before attacking your neck with wet kisses. “Mm, what do we have here?” The brunette hummed in your ear when she saw the lace of the lingerie you were wearing underneath. “You came ready for me, didn’t you baby?”

With a puff of purple magic, your dress was gone, leaving you in the matching purple set you’d been wearing underneath. Agatha stepped back to admire you, her eyes shamelessly tracing your figure. The look on her face gave you a confidence boost. “Like what you see?” you smirked.

“Oh, very much,” your wife grinned as she slipped a hand into your panties. “And based on how wet you are, I’d say you’re liking what you see too, sweetheart.”

Your mouth fell open and you threw your head back as Agatha slid two fingers inside you. Her palm ground into your clit, the friction causing the knot in your stomach to tighten. You threw your arm around her, pulling her closer, and Agatha’s mouth attached itself to your neck. Her fingers, familiar with you, knew exactly how to make you cry out.

“Aggs,” you moaned, your breathing becoming ragged. “I’m going to...” the pleasure was building in your abdomen, threatening to spill over.

“Come?” Agatha husked in your ear, pulling her hand away right before your release. Your back arched from the wall as you groaned. Agatha let out a low chuckle. “Did you really think you were going to get rewarded tonight, Y/N?” Your cunt throbbed desperately between your legs and you couldn’t help the whimper that left your mouth.

Agatha stroked your flushed skin lovingly. “No no no, dearest,” she tutted. “Tonight’s about reminding you of who you belong to. You’re not coming until I let you.”

Before you could say anything, Agatha waved her hand and suddenly the two of you were on her bed upstairs. Her clothes had disappeared, leaving her in nothing but the strap. You felt throbbing between your legs as you admired your wife’s form. But Agatha was set in her plan and she turned you over onto all fours so that your ass was facing her.

“Now this is something I’ve missed,” she said, her voice husky. Her fingers lightly traced the damp spot on your panties. You pushed your hips towards her, your aching cunt desperate to feel more. Instead you were met with a sharp slap to your ass, making you hiss. “Try that again, I dare you,” she said darkly.

You felt Agatha pull your panties down and the head of her strap gently teasing your entrance. She ran the strap through your folds, your slick making it glide easily. The tip nudged against your clit making you gasp, your nerves feeling like they were on fire. “Please,” you whispered, biting down on your lip.

If Agatha heard you, she made no move to give you what you wanted. She continued to rub the head of the strap along your slit, occasionally touching your clit but never going deeper. “So wet,” she murmured as your slick coated her strap. “So desperate,”

Suddenly she pushed the strap deep inside you, making you gasp. You’d barely adjusted to the size of it before Agatha pulled it out and slammed into you again. She picked up this torturous rhythm of filling you up before pulling the strap completely out. As soon as she’d hit the spot inside you, she pulled back out, refusing to let you enjoy the pleasure. Her hands gripped your hips, nails digging into your flushed skin.

You were becoming a mess under her, the ache between your legs was unbearable. “Fuck, Agatha,” you groaned as she once again pulled the strap out. “I-I need more,”

“Do you, sweetheart,” she hummed, leaning forward so that the strap was buried deep in you again, her mouth by your ear. You nodded your head vigorously, knuckles white as you gripped the sheets. “More of what,” she whispered, pressing herself closer. The strap shifted slightly inside of you, making you whine. “If you don’t use your words, angel, how will I know what you want?”

Staying pressed against you, Agatha pulled her hips back slightly and pushed herself into you again. The strap hit just where you needed, sending a delicious jolt of pleasure through you. “That,” you cried out. “I need more of that. Please,” you begged.

Agatha wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you up into a kneeling position. “Well why didn’t you just say so,” she smirked, before thrusting into you completely. With every thrust you felt the knot in your stomach tighten, making you heady with pleasure.

Agatha’s own breathing became ragged as she continued to pound into you. The arm around your waist trailed upwards to your tits, teasing and pulling at your nipples. Sensing you were close, her pace slowed to a more languid one. “You’re doing so well, sweetheart,” she cooed in your ear.

Her praise spurring you on, you began matching Agatha’s thrusts, bouncing down onto her strap. “Fuck baby,” Agatha husked as you rolled your hips, the other end of the strap hitting the sweet spot inside of her. “That’s it,” She let out a deep moan before pounding into you faster than before, riding out her high. “You’re such a good slut for me,” Agatha panted.

Suddenly, the hand that wasn’t groping your tits was holding a vibrator against your clit, which Agatha conjured from thin air. "I remember you saying 'more' earlier," the brunette teased from behind you. The added sensation, along with her rhythmic thrusting, made you see stars. You threw your head back against her shoulder and moaned in her ear. “God, please Aggs,” you begged.

“Come for me baby,” she breathed in your ear, giving your nipple a satisfying pull. Her permission was all you needed; the pleasure that’d been building finally spilling over. Agatha held onto you tight as waves of pleasure rolled through you, making you let out satisfied moans. You felt heady with pleasure but Agatha kept up her pace, reigniting the throbbing between your legs.

You felt your walls grip around Agatha's strap as she continued to thrust into you slowly, the sinful sounds of skin hitting skin making you groan. The vibrator was gone, instead, both of Agatha's arms were wrapped around you and you reveled in the feel of her tits pushed flush against your back. "Come on princess," she cooed in your ear. "You can get out one more, can't you? For me?" Her hand drifted down to rub circles around your clit, which was enough to send you over the edge again, turning you into a shuddering mess on her strap. Agatha whispered praise after praise into your ear, reminding you how good you were for her and only her.

You sighed as you dismounted from her and collapsed onto the pillows. Agatha took off the strap and laid down next to you, so that your head was nuzzled into the crook of her neck. You felt her press a kiss into your hair and she whispered, “I’ve missed you, my sweet girl,”

You lifted your head to look into her blue eyes. “I’ve missed being yours,” you said, before pressing your lips to hers, content.

#omg happy 1000 ?!#agatha harkness x reader

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