#Every once in a while rio just breaks agatha completely

[rita-repulsa-ke]

Stargazing

“Agatha, look!”

“…At?”

“The stars.”

“…Ah. Yes. There they are in the sky, the exact same place they are every night.”

“You know, you can see them much better lying down.”

“But why would I want to? I’m not doing any magic that relies on star positions tonight, or in fact most nights, because it’s finicky, flaky magic that—“

“Agatha.”

“What??”

“Come here. I want you to see something.”

“…Fine. I am lying down. I am looking at the stars. There they are, twinkling away as always.”

“Mm.”

“…let’s see, Lion is ascendant, so if I were to do a ritual based off this, I’d—“

“That one’s dying.”

“What.”

“Look. Right there. You can’t see it, the light from its death won’t be here for years yet, but internal pressure is tearing it apart. It’s collapsing in on itself. Soon it will implode entirely and all that will be left will be a cloud of its ashes.”

“…What does it look like?”

“Luminous. Blinding. Beautiful. Ags, it’s so beautiful.”

“…Sure is.”

“I wish you could actually see it.”

“Of course I can.”

“No, beloved, the light—oh. You didn’t mean the star, did you?”

“No, my lady Death, I did not.”

“…Oh. Uh.”

“Sometimes you’re honestly so…”

“Please finish that sentence?”

“…would it be all right if I just kissed you instead?”

“No. I want to hear it.”

“Oh come on, you’re getting to watch a whole star die, surely you aren’t that invested in whatever gibberish I’m spouting.”

“…Please?”

“…Luminous. Blinding. Beautiful. Astonishing. Breathtaking. More than I ever could have imagined. I can’t believe I get to share my life with you.”

“…Wow.”

“Pretty good, huh?”

“Better than a star dying.”

“…that cannot be true.”

“Stars die now and then, but Agatha Harkness voluntarily saying anything that romant—“

“Rio?”

“Hmm?”

“Stop talking right now and kiss me.”

“Yes, beloved.”

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[lotties-ashwagandha]

AGATHA & RIO NSFW ALPHABET

(afab reader, female implied, poly relationship/throuple with them and reader, im disregarding that we can’t kiss rio without dying)

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

after sex they would both be so soft! depending on the mood both of them can be into pretty rough sex and in general i think sex is very intense for them not just physically but mentally as well, so afterwards they become quite gentle and sentimentally inclined. they're both quick to check on and cater to each other's and your needs, and expect that out of you as well. the time all of you spend together once you're all exhausted and grounded in each other becomes an act of quality time and showing affection through caring for each other. i feel you could get into some deeper discussions with them as well, which you might not usually have the time or focus for otherwise.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

rio loves agatha's neck and shoulders. she likes to run her knife down her neck and her hands are always finding agatha's shoulders to clutch when she's riding her thigh. OH and we know rio loves playing with agatha's hair as well, not in a sexual context but just in general.

agatha loves rio's. she. she loves her boobs man idk someone get this woman the biggest prode flag you've ever seen and scribble down BOOBS on it in sharpie. or whatever.

their favorite thing about you would be your legs, your arms your back your everything. they want every part of you.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

rio loves to make you taste yourself after she's finished eating you out. it's validation for her, a trophy and a way of rubbing in the fact that she just made you finish with her tongue.

agatha loves to see your face covered in her cum after riding your face. she wants to make a mess of you, claim you as hers in the way your chin glistens with her cum.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

on the witches road, they MAY have considered each fucking you during a trial and seeing who could make you come the fastest, obviously very funny time limit bc if you don’t complete the trial then u die I mean what who said that!

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

they’re both experienced, you’d get good at eating pussy after being around for centuries I would hope.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

when you’re trying to eat one of them out while the other is fucking you with her strap!!! agatha particularly loves making you and rio take her strap, and if you’re in a rough mood degradation kink mood then she loves to bully you, tease you, shame you for being so needy for her and desperate for her to fuck you. she likes to watch you ride it, but really she just wants to lay you down and make you come hard.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

they have to have some level of seriousness to actually like. get off. and with them like I mentioned before sometimes they will get really into the emotionally intimate and romantic aspect of sex, but with them nothing can stay serious for too long so there will be a bit of humor, a few mean jokes, anything to break the tension. if you don’t want that they’ll try to dial it back, but if you do then even better.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

with rio being death and agatha being a witch i dont think either of them have the most time to be meticulously shaving or waxing or whatever hair removal they would prefer. agatha would care more than rio, and i think they would both try to keep up with it to some extent, but time gets in the way. as for you they don't mind whatever you prefer to do (shaving, waxing, not doing anything in the way of hair removal) with yourself as long as you are comfortable.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

sex with rio and agatha can either be sex just to fuck or sex to be romantic. it depends on the mood, it depends on what has turned them on, it depends on the day. but sex for them can be a form of intimacy — neither of them are the best at expressing their feelings with words, and while sex should not take the place of verbal communication, it definitely helps.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

I can’t see them masturbating as much in a relationship, they’d both just prefer to fuck, but in general I think agatha would masturbate more often than rio?

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

do I even have to say knife kink??? knife kink. we all know knife kink. maybe even splurge a little and say blood kink.

bondage!!! they would be really into tying you up (and making a competition out of you somehow, a power struggle), and I can also see rio being so proud of herself if she got agatha to agree to let rio tie her up.

praise and degradation! of course. they’ll pick different sides, one night rio will be praising you and agatha degrading and then the next time it will switch. they crave both, and they want the element of surprise for you when you don’t know what you’re going to get from either of them.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

ideally at home in the bedroom but tbh you’ve all probably fucked everywhere including the witches road.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

if you’re a witch, they would get turned on by watching you do whatever magic you specialize in — they like seeing you with power, and they like taking it for themselves. they want to see that you’re powerful and then remind themselves that you belong to them.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

anything you say no to they’re throwing away the idea of, but in general they would be averse to sharing you with anyone else.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

rio would prefer giving, and agatha would prefer receiving. rio wants you and agatha coming on her tongue, wants to be what gives you those highs. agatha wants to completely let go of herself in your touch, forget the rest of the world exists for a little while because all that’s important is how pretty you look between her thighs.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

it depends!!! if it’s a more emotionally intimate and romance geared night they’re more slow and sensual, and otherwise it’s fast and rough.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

quickies anywhere and everywhere and whenever. as long as you’re in a place relatively safe from being discovered, the two of them are down for quickies. i can see them trying to test the limits of where they can and can’t fuck without being discovered too, so lots of being pulled into public restrooms or dragged off into the woods on the witches road or into an alley or whatever little places you can find.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

they will probably be down to experiment with whatever you bring up within reason, with both of them having been around for centuries they’ve seen it all, and it will take a lot to surprise them when it comes to testing things out.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

they can go for a relatively long time, rio can last longer than agatha but they go until they’re completely exhausted, there’s no such thing as casual sex for them unless you’re in public and it has to be a quickie somewhere.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

apart from vibrators and straps I can’t see them being incredibly into toys, they would much rather just go hands mouth all the essentials.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

an obscene amount it’s not even funny these women would tease you until you’re in tears and then would do it some more. it’s a game to them, like everything is.

I can see them reaaaally being into edging you and overstimulating you as a side note, rio wants to edge you and agatha wants to overstimulate.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

they’re both relatively vocal but not necessarily loud. agatha would be louder than rio, she loses every bit of composure when you’re fucking her and rio’s main goal specifically is to pull any moans, whines, anything she can get from agatha while fucking her. rio herself is a bit quieter, i can see her more prone to gasps and low moans — her tells would be more through body language, nails digging into your skin or her grip on you getting tighter.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

I’ve posted about this somewhere before but agatha with a mommy kink calling rio mommy. you agree.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

idk about agatha but I need to see rio in a black lingerie set. bah!

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

relatively high??? not super crazy but we all feel the level of longing for lesbian sex right.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

it depends, if it’s in the morning or afternoon they probably won’t. if it’s nighttime then not immediately, but not incredibly long after. in general they get some water take a shower make some food (bc i can see rio cooking up a three million course meal for the three of you after sex she gets hungry). they want to make sure you’re doing alright and just bask in the domestic bliss of aftercare before they give in to sleep.

[hahnshands]

~ quiet hours ~

domestic agathario one shot? yes pls

The candlelight flickered softly in the small, hidden room of Agatha’s cottage. Outside, the world was still, the midnight hour wrapping everything in a blanket of calm. Inside, however, the air was warm, heavy with the scent of herbs and faint traces of magic. Agatha Harkness reclined on the plush chaise, her legs tucked beneath her, a satisfied smirk on her lips.

Rio Vidal was seated on the floor, her back against the side of the chaise. She leaned her head back, closing her eyes as she let out a slow breath. “You know,” Rio murmured, her voice low and teasing, “you could help instead of just watching me.” as she tried to complete the puzzle in front of her.

Agatha sipped her wine lazily, swirling the crimson liquid in her glass. “And miss the show? Never. You’re adorable when you’re concentrating.”

Rio cracked an eye open, arching a brow. “Adorable? That’s a first.”

Agatha chuckled, reaching out to twirl a strand of Rio’s dark hair between her fingers. “You don’t hear it enough, clearly. Though ‘irresistible’ might be more accurate.”

Rio rolled her eyes, but a faint smile played on her lips. She turned slightly, resting her chin on the edge of the chaise so she could meet Agatha’s gaze. “Flattery won’t get you out of trouble, you know.”

Agatha leaned down, her face mere inches from Rio’s. “Trouble is what brought us together, darling.”

Rio’s smile widened, but there was a softness in her eyes as she looked at Agatha. “You’re impossible.”

“And yet, here you are,” Agatha replied, her voice dropping to a whisper.

Rio didn’t move as Agatha’s hand slid to her cheek, her thumb brushing against her skin with a tenderness that caught her off guard every time. For all her sharp wit and biting humor, Agatha had a way of being achingly gentle when the moment called for it.

“I should be angry at you,” Rio murmured, her voice barely audible.

“For what this time?” Agatha asked, tilting her head with mock innocence.

“For stealing witches powers. For dragging me into your schemes. For—”

Agatha silenced her with a kiss, soft and lingering, the kind that made the rest of the world fade into nothingness. When she finally pulled back, her smirk had returned, but her eyes held a rare vulnerability.

“Do you really want to waste our quiet hours being angry with me?” Agatha asked.

Rio let out a small laugh, shaking her head. “No, I suppose not.”

Agatha set her glass aside and slid down from the chaise, settling beside Rio on the floor. She rested her head against Rio’s shoulder, and for a while, they sat in comfortable silence, the kind that only came when two people truly knew one another.

“You drive me crazy, you know,” Rio said after a while, her voice softer now.

“Good,” Agatha replied, her lips curving into a small smile. “You keep me sane.”

Rio turned her head slightly, pressing a kiss to the crown of Agatha’s head. “You’re lucky I love you.”

Agatha’s smile deepened as she closed her eyes, letting the warmth of Rio’s presence settle over her like a spell she never wanted to break. “Luck has nothing to do with it,” she whispered.

And for once, Agatha allowed herself to believe in something beyond the chaos and shadows—something she would never admit she needed until it was already hers.

“But seriously you do need to stop stealing powers.”

[lcdy-decth]

Even Death has a heart & it keeps on breaking

Agatha Harkness / Rio Vidal Smutty angst? NSFW (no fr it has a bit of sexual content), top!Rio, bottom!Agatha

Death was found in many religions and mythologies. It was feared by most, revered by others, but no matter what it was the one certain event that no one could avoid. And despite how many tried to cheat it, sooner or later, Death came to all as it was the natural order of all things.

Agatha Harkness, however, was a disruption to said order. For, you see a long time ago Lady Death had fallen irrevocably in love with the purple witch.

She was Rio's sole exception, the only one who'd managed to make Rio bend or entirely break the rules.

Special treatment. That’s what Rio had believed it to be, yet the hatred and anguish blazing in those defiant blue eyes as she demanded for Rio to stop pursuing her finally made the immortal realize just how selfish she’d been when it came to Agatha.

First rule she broke had been to allow herself to fall in love with the witch. Death should never let itself to experience humanity; a cosmic being could not afford such weaknesses. Yet Rio truly was weak for Agatha. And it was a lapse that yielded to the creation of life “from scratch”. Yet another rule broken...

“Rio,” the witch whimpered in that sweet tone that dripped with need for Death’s touch. A touch others spent a lifetime dreading, there her witch was, desirous for it. The cry she let out could not be denied any longer as Rio finally entered Agatha with two fingers. A low, guttural moan clawing from the depths of Rio’s throat when her digits were welcomed by tight, wet heat.

“Mi amor,” the reaper of souls groaned approvingly at the feeling of Agatha’s walls stretching eagerly around her digits. Her hips rising to meet Rio’s thrusts as the witch’s nails clawed into her bare back.

Rio could only hiss her pleasure at the delectable pain Agatha inflicted while she worked her fingers inside her; pumping in and out. So good. So damned good. The feeling of having Agatha writhing underneath her, spread for Death and greedily taking her fingers while moaning sweetly for Rio. Begging for something forbidden.

“Please, my love.” Agatha moaned, soft and desperate, full of need and yearning. “Give in to me…” she pleaded, as if Death was not excessively indulgent to her every whim. “Make it so.”

Were it anyone else begging, Rio would have no qualms denying their pleas. But not Agatha. Rio was too far gone, completely lost in the way the witch’s body reacted to her —lost in the feeling of Agatha’s bare skin against hers, the way she breathlessly responded to Rio’s claiming, sensual kiss. How she gripped her shoulders and arched to meet Rio’s every thrust as she moaned for more. Honestly, how could Rio do anything other than comply.

There was something raw and primal in the way Rio stared at her lover once she broke the kiss and her long fingers pumped in and out of Agatha. The heel of her hand pressing against her clit as Rio’s thrusts picked up speed, making Agatha cling to Death itself to steady herself and meet the relentless pace with which she was being deliciously stretched and filled.

The rhythm set by Rio had them both moaning, and Agatha’s cries of ecstasy filled the cottage, resonating off its wooden walls while Rio claimed her sweet witch, indulging her insatiable appetite for Agatha as she plunged deeply and wildly into her.

The air around them grew thick with static charge. The ground beneath humming as the flames in the lit fireplace danced to the tune of a powerful energy that radiated off the two beings engaged in the throes of passion while the bed frame creaked under the punishing motions as their bodies moved in unison.

Agatha’s pliant body trembled with pleasure, and Rio’s tempo didn’t falter as inner walls clenched around penetrating digits, hungrily consuming the green force that began pulsing from Death’s fingers.

“That’s it, love.” Rio encouraged, her breath icy against the siphoning witch’s heated ear. “Take it all, every last drop.” The command was sealed with a hard kiss as Rio hungrily forced her tongue into a more than receptive mouth, taking away Agatha’s control, though the witch seemed to happy to relinquish it, falling further into submission as she was kissed ardently and fucked thoroughly.

...Rio had meant it when she had promised forever all those years ago. And she’d believed that Agatha had too. It was why she never stopped looking for the witch even after Agatha claimed to hate Rio and hid behind all that dark magic.

But here, in this fabrication of the Witches’ road conjured up by a child’s imagination, Death was able to finally understand that Agatha didn’t want her. Not anymore.

While Rio’s black heart beat only for the witch, Agatha’s harbored hate and resentment for her, eclipsing whatever tenderness she might have once felt for Rio.

And it was finally clear to see… for centuries Rio had foolishly believed she was giving Agatha preferential treatment when in reality she’d only been taking from the mortal.

Agatha possessed the unique abilito to make Rio feel vulnerable in a way nothing else ever could, and it twisted her love into something possessive, toxic and petty. And in her desperate attempts to retain Agatha and the love they once shared, Rio had been inflicting unimaginable pain on the witch.

Perhaps that was the reason as to why Death was never meant to fall in love in the first place...

And there the object of Rio’s affections stood, bargaining with Death itself to be let go. The stipulation to the proposed deal was expressed in a somber tone of voice that showed how -even after all these years- Agatha remained grief-stricken, showed that the scars of her sorrow and heartbreak were still fresh. But above all else, it brought into focus just how much the witch desired to be rid of Rio’s presence in her life.

Rio’s tolerance to Agatha’s disdain had grown over time, and at that point she believed herself numb to the feeling of having the woman she loved display mostly bitterness and hostility towards her. Yet, when hearing Agatha’s demand, a fresh pain stabbed at Rio’s chest; like a knife sinking into her flesh and piercing an already fractured heart.

The mortal's words took all the fight right out of Rio, who for over three-hundred years had been waging a losing battle.

It was high time for her to admit defeat.

The witch had warned her, after all— she would hate Rio forever. And at long last, her vision was crystal clear; Death needed to let Agatha go.

“Okay,” her tone was vulnerable and utterly subdued as she agreed to the witch’s terms before she schooled her features behind a hardened mask, then took her leave.