#bratty bottom rio

[tremordusk]

Billy: You seem gloomy today

Agatha: I’m always like this

Jen: It’s because your girl finally grew a spine, and stopped pursuing you

Agatha: Wow Jen, very insightful

Alice: That is what happens when you ghost someone

*Rio flirting casually with a pretty woman*

Lilia, sipping her coffee: And treat the father of your child like—

Agatha: Alright already I get it

*Agatha noticing the pretty woman is clearly into Rio*

Rio, making eye contact with Agatha from afar before grabbing the other woman’s chin, saying loudly: Wanda, I was thinking—

Woman: That’s not my name

*Agatha, storming over at an alarming speed*

Rio, turning to the woman: This is the part where I get the best sex of my life~

[elizabeth-stone]

agatha harkness top affirmations continue

[hyperfixationsposting]

first time ever editing rio can we believe it ?? i’m ashamed i haven’t edited her sooner she is so fun to edit !! only problem is picking out what clips of her to use bc she looks so hot in every scene she’s in ugh

[lilithschosen]

Bratty prompts... 7 & 3 😈❤

RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

3. "do you want them to hear you being such a slut?"

7. "that sounds like an excuse, i want a confession"

The whole day Agatha was withholding from her. No touches, no glances, no little smiles in the middle of meetings. Nothing.

It was driving her crazy.

She twists the last bit of the blinds in their office closed, having told everyone that they needed to focus on the case on hand. Thankfully, it was just Herb and Chief Jones finishing up whatever they were doing, paying Rio no mind as she moved about.

She flops onto the couch, fiddling with the second button that was suddenly open on her white shirt. She sighs, kicking her feet up as she looks toward Agatha and pouts.

"Are you ignoring me on purpose?"

Agatha sniffs, flipping the paper around before setting it back in the pile. "I'm working, Rio."

Rio scoots closer on the couch, moving toward Agatha's desk. "And you haven't touched me at all today. What gives?"

Agatha closes the folder, pushing it forward on the desk as she holds her hands out in front of her.

"Are you really pouting because I didn't touch you today?" she asks, incredulous. "I know you're needy, but you're that fucking needy today?"

Rio huffs in frustration. "Sorry for expecting my girlfriend to at least pat me on the shoulder after a hard day at work."

"That sounds like an excuse, hon," Agatha snorts a laugh, her hands pressing into the desk as she goes to stand. "I want a confession. Did I leave you soaked and aching this morning and now you're all lippy because of it?"

Rio's breath hitches, averting her gaze. Agatha nods, knowing she answered her own question. She steps towards Rio, her knees cracking as she settles in front of her.

"I bet you've been wet the whole day, huh?"

Rio nods, a quiet whine dying in her throat. Agatha spreads her legs, palms against her knees. She reaches up with a hand to cup Rio through her slacks, feeling the heat radiating from her core. Rio mewls a moan and Agatha's head snaps to glare at her.

"Do you want them to hear you being such a slut on the clock?"

Rio shakes her head rapidly, pinching her lips closed as Agatha's hand runs up to her hips, then under the slacks. She bites back her own moan as her fingers trace the patterns of Rio's lace underwear and how the fabric becomes sodden the closer she gets to her entrance.

"Keep quiet for me, babygirl."

[marvelousazula]

I like mentor x proteger Agatha & Billy fics but I need them with more of Billy's internal monologue being like this is the most annoying, obnoxious little shit of a dramatic lesbian I've ever seen, how the fuck is she so good at teaching stuff?

[yourlocalsaiko]

OK, I am back to writing character analysis which I usually only do when a mischaracterization of one of my favorite characters is pissing me off and today’s mischaracterized character is Rio Vidal. Specifically Rio and Agatha’s relationship.

People who characterize Rio as the bottom or even the bratty bottom are just wrong, I’m sorry (im not).

But you’re telling me Agatha the same woman who at the end of episode one was begging on her knees for Rio to spare her.

Then dont even get me started on this scene

I dont know if she was expecting Rio to put her finger in her mouth or what but that was subby as hell.

THIS ENTIRE SCENE, LOOK AT AGATHA.

If that ain’t a brat ACHING for punishment i dont know what is—

How Rio calls Agatha on her shit then tells her to sit and Agatha sits almost immediately.

THE FACT THAT AGATHA CAN BARELY HOLD EYE CONTACT

AND THEN THERES RIO

WHO LITERALLY WONT STOP LOOKING AT HER LIKE SHE WANTS TO TAKE HER RIGHT THERE AND THEN.

Agatha’s entire method of gaining power is literally bratting until shes punished. FIGHTING IS LIKE FOREPLAY TO THEM. GUESS WHOS GETTING FUCKED UP THE MOST????

And with that i rest my case.

Listen i understand some of you want Dommy Mommy Agatha but at least with Rio she aint that- Write whatever you want obviously but shit i wish id see more Top Rio content (because its true).

Edit: I am personally team switches but yall also cannot deny the facts here

[princesspetticoat]

The Muse of Her Ruin

Artist Modern AU: Chapter 1/? — Caramel

Summary:

Los Angeles was supposed to be your perfect canvas, but the struggle to make it leaves you feeling burnt out – until Agatha Harkness paints you into her world.

In her hands, you’re more than an artist, and she knows exactly how to mold you into her newest masterpiece.

Tags:

agatha!reader, age gap, mommy kink, slow burn, mean!agatha, possessive!agatha, AU: Art world of Los Angeles, portrait of a witch on fire, reader is babygirl, the witch wears prada, sugar mommy vibes, slight Rio/reader but only to make Agatha jealous, agatha can’t beat the AI allegations, dacryphilia, eventual smut, angst, MDLG, bratty bottom, BDSM, praise kink, degradation, strap-ons, anal, dub con, slight piss kink, squirting, power dynamics, possible memory loss and magic maybe idk, kitten play, electrostimulation, humiliation, overstimulation, exhibitionism for the art, let the bodies hit the floor, more tags later because i’m sure i’ll find something else to be foul about

Links: Twitter | AO3

Chapter 1: Caramel

It isn’t the first time a beautiful woman has stopped you in your doom scrolling on the internet. You’ve had your share of rabbit-holing through Instagram profiles, tagged photos, your finger hovering over the DM button with a wave of confidence that only comes when you’ve had a drink or two in your system.

But this woman, this one comes with an extension of discovery.

Just by googling her name, a thousand articles pop up. Art piece installations cascade every website, timeline, and city cultural journal. Jesus, then the red carpet photos multiply as the SEO of your web browser catches on to your sudden enthrall of dark brown hair and piercing blue eyes.

Oh, and the hashtags. #WitchyArt #HarknessAndDesire #CursedCanvas. Layers of art plummet before you, most requesting to select if you’d like to view the art or not because of its lewd nature, violating community guidelines.

#AgathaHarknessUnveiled

A public invitation to forbiddenness. You’re intrigued.

Then more pictures of her show up, next to her work, her models, famous celebrities that you never knew were part of the same circle. You realize you’ve been following her art closely for years, and had even gone to one of her art installations at the LACMA a couple years back.

She has no social media and you quickly piece together why you haven’t been able to put a face to the name until now. The Agatha Harkness.

You curse yourself for living and breathing on Instagram, reading little excerpts about her pieces here and there, never proceeding past searching her name up one single time after seeing her most famous artwork grace the official Broad Museum verified account:

The Unbound: Agatha Harkness - A Palette of Desire contemporary collection of ‘22.

Ask AI or Search: Agatha Harkness

…

However, you were met with the reflection of: ‘⚠️ zero search results found’ staring back at you on your phone screen, and that was that.

Now, you pull open your ‘Painting Inspo’ Pinterest board to see a piece of hers pinned neatly between other modern art you admire. The pin is plainly titled and paired with a now-purple hyperlink to an article, with one of the most commanding portraits of her in a suit, standing sharply next to her work.

It had all been right there, connected, laid out before you. You scold yourself again. You could’ve been in this woman’s circle the moment you moved to Los Angeles. Only now she’s magically moved from your subconscious to reality.

All it took was a simple Google search to be completely floored.

Right place, right time, you think, as it were. Originally, you were filtering through junior-level marketing positions, revamping your resume for the umpteenth time. Waitressing just wasn’t cutting it anymore, you needed a big girl job. Even if you didn’t have the experience.

And, to be honest, people really do act like that in Los Angeles. Customer service is nothing short of unbearable.

You’d huffed and slammed your laptop, tired of the almost-hour it took to submit one clean job application, flopped on your bed, and began the inevitable doom scroll.

And there she was, in all her glory. Featured in one major headline that caught your eye (apart from every photo ever of her maddeningly hypnotizing smile).

Grand Opening of the Harkness Collection, March 2025 — DTLA, Seeking Social Media Manager Position.

You could do it, you think.

The link to apply for the position already looks infinitely better than the bland, morose copy/paste templates thrown around every typical job website like a hot potato.

This just might get your foot in the door.

You’ve painted your whole life, always the kid doodling in the corner of your notebooks in class. You’ve done your fair share of moronically smacking people with your big art portfolio at the end of each year in high school when you rounded corners.

Art school in Portland had its ups and downs. Your father used every last penny he had to see your dreams come true, and your mother hated you for it. Blamed you, even, for sucking his wallet dry. But it was of his own accord to pay for tuition, and you had nothing else to show for it. You had a real talent.

At least, that’s what Mrs. Montgomery had told you.

Your art teacher for grades 11-12 was someone who was stern but had a mother’s touch. You really only knew the stern part back home, and then some, after the divorce.

But Mrs. Montgomery not only put you on a pedestal, she really critiqued you. She actually pushed you, improved your skills and adorned her Letter of Recommendation to your chosen college with accolades of admiration you couldn’t possibly achieve from your own mother.

If it wasn’t obvious already, you were completely smitten. And you know what else? You could trust her as far as you could throw her.

The after school meetings, the one-on-one sessions after class to help finish up an end of the year project. Anything to get a sliver of praise. Anything to prevent the bus ride home.

After college, though, you moved to Los Angeles in hopes of joining a gallery or an art community. You got sucked into the limelight, the overbearing and overwhelming nature of the city of angels. Everyone seemingly looks better than you, doing more than you, everyone trying to prove themselves somewhere. Nothing felt real.

You felt like a failure.

Email threads to galleries went stale and not to mention renting out studios could carve a hole into your credit card. It’s been three whole years since moving here after college, stuck in the same job you started with. The only real friend you made was from college, Oliver, who really was the one who dragged you out to California in the first place.

One friend, one lame job, one-room studio apartment, and no art to show for it. You start to think that this dream was meant to fizzle out and you’re supposed to become another cog in the wheel of Capitalism just like everybody else.

Whatever. You craft a partially-truthful resume, and an overzealous cover letter.

Somewhere in there you lie about managing a social media page for a cafe that doesn’t exist, and that you’ve worked with a few semi-recognizable artists in the industry as their interns. Right.

But for the record, this is working for Agatha Harkness. You’ve got to make it look like you’re somebody. You imagine yourself at her side on those red carpets, getting to pick her brain about all the art she’s created. You’ll get to show her the paintings you made, she’ll praise you, you’ll blush, and you’ll fall pathetically under her spell. Fuck.

Do you want the job or do you want her?

You suppose wanting both isn’t selfish. It’s ambitious. And you’re sick of circling around a realm that’s just out of reach.

You look at the unfinished canvases stowed in the corner of your apartment, the murky ‘mystery soup’ graying in several mason jars that scatter your work area. The dried paint, the tubes of acrylics strewn about. You can’t even remember the last time you painted.

If a hot, older woman was the motivation to be the artist you were always meant to be, then fuck it. You hit ‘submit’ on the application and sigh, closing your laptop with a better feeling of finality than the first time.

You never really get your hopes up about a job position, but for the rest of the day you find yourself tapping away anxiously, your mind scattered with the possibility of Agatha Harkness, of all people, becoming your boss.

————————————

The next morning you’re disruptively awakened by the buzzing of your phone. You begrudgingly hit ‘accept’ on the unknown number and pick up the line.

“Hello?” you answer and do your best not to sound utterly corpse-like.

“Hi!” a sweet voice greets you from the other end, “my name is Jennifer Kale, calling about the social media manager position for Ms. Harkness. Is this —?”

“Yes,” you shoot up, now seated in bed and exclaim before she can even finish her sentence. “This is she.”

She goes on to tell you how impressed she was with your resume and your expert copyright. You did always have a way with words, you forget how powerful they are as a way to get you exactly what you want.

“I saw in your CV that you have your work displayed at a cafe in Echo Park, is that right?”

You tell her of the few pieces you have displayed there and how you’ve made good friends with the owner. Jen mentions she’s relayed your portfolio, website, and resume to Agatha already and your breath instantly hitches.

She then goes to say that Agatha would like to personally meet you at that cafe for an interview. Tomorrow.

You nod and stutter a quick ‘yes’ into the speaker, forgetting you were on the phone at all. Lost in the possibility — no, actuality — of meeting Agatha.

After exchanging times and contact information, the line clicks blank and all the roaring thoughts begin to pour in. The anxiety, the expectations, the thought of being examined, let alone perceived by this powerful woman.

Your stomach kind of flutters at the thought, though. Her domineering presence picking you apart until you tell her exactly what she wants…and then she’ll hire you.

The confidence you feel mixed with the sheer horror of pretending you’re more than you say you are. You hope she doesn’t see through the lies.

But then again, so many people in the world have jobs they aren’t qualified for. They don’t even know what they’re doing, especially bosses and CEOs. So you’re sure Agatha can appreciate a little ‘fake it til you make it’; particularly from someone who really wants this.

————————————

You arrive infinitely early to the interview in the car you never use since everything in Downtown LA is right outside your apartment door.

The parking was the biggest hurdle but you gave yourself ample time to prepare.

The sun beats down on you as you exit your car, despite the crisp air of the early Spring morning. You shuffle down the hill to the sprawling city strip of hipster cafes, vintage thrifts, and mom ‘n pop shops. Your favorite cafe is squished between them, a true hole in the wall.

One of your favorite baristas greets you from behind the counter when you walk in. It looks like you beat the morning rush, everyone already taken to their seats, noses pressed to their laptops in concentration.

You order your favorite iced latte and wait at the bar, albeit with impatience. The barista questions your nervousness and you lean in with excitement.

“I have an interview,” you smile.

“Here?!”

“Yes, here, well — not here here, but yeah. It’s with one of the most well known artists. She’s…fascinating.”

And you gush over her for a moment, her art, her looks, the job position, while periodically checking the clock that sits behind the espresso bar, like, every five seconds.

You notice their smile grows wider as you wrap up your story, handing you your latte. But what you don’t notice is the person who just walked in, approaching the next spot in line.

“Have a great interview,” the barista dazzles in a cheeky whisper, eyes flitting to someone behind you.

Your realization hits when you turn and your latte hits her, square in the chest.

The cold liquid clashes between you two as you bump into each other, the cap coming clean off, with bits of ice clattering to the floor.

“Oh my god I am so sorry,” you babble, reaching for napkins and grabbing a fistful from who knows where.

You scramble to wipe up the mess, avoiding eye contact as Agatha steps back to examine the huge spot now staining her crisp white shirt. She can’t even get a word in before you scurry to the bathroom.

How stupid can you possibly be?

You beat yourself up in your thoughts as you gather yourself, and, clumsily, several ice cubes that managed to fall into your bra.

With a wet paper towel you clean the coffee off your front as much as you can before taking a deep breath, fixing your hair in the mirror and hoping when you step out of the bathroom, she’ll still be there waiting for you.

The bathroom door teeters and squeaks awkwardly as you push it open. You survey the cafe lobby and find Agatha opening a notebook and pulling out papers, and your resume.

You don’t think she realized you’re the one she’s supposed to interview. And you can’t even weigh what scenario would be more embarrassing.

You slide into the chair across from her, snaking your bag down to the floor and pulling out your own resume copy. You notice her blouse is completely drink-free and it catches you off guard. The coffee stains on your shirt are terribly evident despite your efforts in cleaning yourself up.

“You should’ve written your name as Caramel at the top of your resume,” she states while still looking down at the paper. Oh, of course she knows it’s you.

Looking down at yourself you realize there’s a streak of caramel syrup dripping down your cleavage.

Your eyes flick to hers, and she’s looking at you now, for the first time. There’s a long beat that clenches your throat and you forget how to speak.

You know her eyes are blue but holy shit, they’re palpably blue. And they hold yours in suspension, her gaze lingering for a moment too long before returning to her paper.

Your cheeks warm with a feverish blush, and you take a napkin to wipe the syrup away, leaving your skin sticky and shiny.

Her eyes move to your cleavage again as she shifts slightly in her seat, adjusting her stature. She scans over your resume agonizingly slow now and this long gap of silence has your nerves bubbling.

Maybe it’s a good thing the coffee spilled, because you’re sure the caffeine would give you a panic attack right about now.

“It doesn’t state in here that you use condiments as a painting medium, so, tell me your process,” Agatha jokes, but her tone is blunt.

You breathe a laugh and smile anyway, wanting to squash the awkwardness and tension so badly. Taking a second, you muster up an ounce of courage. You have to prove yourself now after this train wreck.

“I could probably use caramel as a medium,” you shrug, meeting her stark gaze again.

Agatha quirks one brow, egging you to go on.

“It’s got a similar consistency to a fast dry. Could probably even be worked into a glaze too. It could make a really nice maple color over some oils. I work with acrylics, watercolors, too, but it probably would leave paintings like that,” you take in a ragged breath, your mind catching up to just how stupid you sound, “…sticky.”

She smiles for the first time, a wicked smolder perking the corners of her lips. Amusement flares in her eyes, and you swear you can almost see them darken.

“Your skills?”

You take a deep breath before you begin, grounding yourself. “Time management, organization, I’m ambitious and work well with others. I also have really good memori –”

“You know,” she dawdles, “none of your references called me back,” she states, practically disregarding the answer to her last question.

Your mouth parts in silence.

“Oh,” is the only pathetic word you can assemble. “That’s weird,” you breathe, thoroughly fucking failing.

“I’m sure they’re all busy artists.”

And you just know she’s seeing right through you.

“But…your copywriting is very good. I’ve seen your social media, your website, you’ve got a way with words, hon.”

Your neck and chest must be as red as your face now. But the way she looks at you, blue eyes dark yet twinkling with intrigue, you’re blushing for an entirely different reason.

“Thank you,” you manage, and you give her a truthful look that you really need this, that you really want this. Because you just want something to go right for once in your life. You need to find your purpose again.

It’s like she can hear your thoughts as she studies you. It’s hard to look away when you meet her eyes again. As if she’s holding you in the palm of her hand, weighing you, rolling you between her fingers, testing to see if she should clench and squeeze the dream right from your heart.

“You know, I don’t normally meet with artists in this circumstance, or even in such a…sticky manner.”

And you blush for the millionth time.

“But I’d like to test your writing skills. I’m hosting a live painting session this weekend that I want you to come to and write a little mockup article for. If I dig it, you get the job, sweetheart.”

Her words drip like honey, the opportunity laid out before you, sounding sweet to your ears. It’s almost unbelievable.

“Wow, thank you so much Ms. Harkness,” you fawn, beaming a smile.

“Agatha,” she says warmly, holding out her hand for you to shake.

You hesitate for a moment before taking her hand in yours, her slender, delicate fingers just barely grazing the inside of your wrist. Something flutters in your stomach at the contact, like a chemical reaction right in your core.

The embrace is subtle, but it carries the weight of something more than just a job, more than just a task she’s asking you to complete. You tug your hand away, but the air between you stays charged.

“I won’t let you down,” you exhale earnestly.

Agatha blinks at you slowly, that smile never faltering, “good girl.”

She rises now, collecting her papers and notebook, storing them inside a black tote bag. “My assistant will be in touch.”

You absentmindedly nod to her, feeling her presence leave, with the click of the cafe door echoing in your ears. You’re completely dumbfounded. What just happened?

Did you actually manage to fake your way to the top? You have a real shot now at getting this position. And the way she looked at you, like she just knew what you were capable of?

Her request is simple, just a mockup article. Nothing truly serious. The significance of her words, though, make your heart race. The heady mix of exhilaration and nerve wracking anticipation makes you dizzy at the thought. And her praise.

Good girl.

You’re completely slack-jawed at the thought of it again. You just know you’re in for something more than just a mere task.

Whatever she wants from you, you’ll give it – willingly, completely, without question.

[agathasblackheart]

Rio really out here batting her eyelashes at Agatha after she tries to kill her when the coven summons her. I s2g this bratty ass bottom

[tremordusk]

rio chews on stuff a lot as a stim and sometimes just chews/bites agathas arm

Rio: Where’s my infinity cube! *nervous fidgeting*

Alice: Not sure

Rio, spots Agatha: Mi vida!

Agatha: Rio?

Rio, proceeding to chomp right down on Agatha’s bare shoulder: *nom*

Billy: CANNIBALISM—

Agatha, cackles: That used to be one of our kinks back in the early days—

Alice, concerned look: Agatha, she’s biting down harder

Agatha, looks to Rio who has unlatched herself from her shoulder and chomps lower on Agatha’s arm: You are all acting as if she doesn’t do this to me in the bedroom

Jen, walking in: TMI Agatha!

Agatha: No one asked you, Jen!

Billy: Why does she look hungry? Why is she glaring at me with your arm in her mouth—

Agatha: Billy, let my wife stim in peace.

[d-z20]

Heavy Hits, Soft Touches part 2 (NSFW)

Pairing: Rio Vidal x Reader

Summary: How you and Rio spend the night after the MMA Championship final (can be read independent from part 1) so basically a fic full of sebian lex

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, smut, small amount of fluff at the end, SwitchVers Rio and reader, reader is a little bit bratty, reader receives: light choking, light restraint, begging (Rio recv. too), fingering, mentions of orgasm denial

Words: 2.3k

A/N: Got a request for a fic about just how your night went after you went back to Rio's in Heavy Hits, Soft Touches. So here we are... I loved writing about Rio still caring for you despite being in the middle of sex because she's a big softie at heart.

AO3 | Part 1 | Master List

Bruised and Bound

When you get to her apartment, she unlocks the door and leads you inside. You both drop your bags by the entrance, and she turns to you, eyes searching your face as if looking for any sign of hesitation. But there’s none. You take a step closer, reaching for her, pulling her into you. For a moment, there’s just silence, the only sound being your heavy breaths. The fight from earlier still buzzes in your veins. It’s like you’re both standing on the edge of something neither of you can name, the tension thick in the air.

Rio gazes at you, her expression unreadable, like she’s trying to figure out your next move. You hold her gaze, mirroring her intensity, and there’s a flicker of something unspoken that passes between you. It’s been there since the first time you faced each other in the octagon—this raw, electric pull neither of you ever put into words. Just looks, heated stares across the ring, that always seemed to linger a little too long.

She smirks, the corner of her lips curling up like she knows exactly what you’re thinking. "Been waiting for this, haven’t you?" She asks, her voice low, teasing.

You scoff lightly, but the heat in your cheeks betrays you. "You have no idea," you admit, your voice dropping to a whisper.

"Maybe I do," she counters, and before you can respond, her lips are on yours, fierce and unyielding, like she’s trying to claim victory all over again. You kiss her back just as hard, fingers tangling in her hair, tugging slightly to hear that quiet, pleased growl rumble from her throat. It’s a battle, but one you’ve both been aching for. She pushes you back against the wall, her body pressed against yours, pinning you there. You can feel the heat radiating from her skin, even through the fabric of your clothes.

Pulling back slightly, you both breathe heavily, foreheads almost touching. “I feel like we’ve been in this position before,” you murmur, a teasing smile on your lips. “Except, a couple hours ago, you were trying to knock me out.”

Rio chuckles, the sound low and rough. “And now I’m trying to do something else entirely.”

You laugh, the tension easing for just a second. “You know, the media always thought it was hate between us,” you say, your voice light, almost playful.

She smirks, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. “Guess they couldn’t tell the difference between your fuck you eyes and your fuck me eyes."

You lift her face with your finger so she meets your gaze. “And what are my eyes saying now?” You don’t even let her reply before pulling her into another searing kiss. You smile against her lips at the hum of pleasure she lets out.

She pulls back just enough to speak, her lips brushing against yours. “Are you going to turn this into our second fight of the night?” she asks, her voice a low, teasing challenge.

You smirk up at her, refusing to give in so easily. “Depends,” you say, leaning forward to nip at her bottom lip. “Are you going to make it worth my while?”

Rio’s eyes narrow, amusement flickering in her gaze. She takes a step back, pulling you away from the wall and towards the bedroom. “Off,” she commands, gesturing to your shirt with a tilt of her chin.

You raise an eyebrow, making a show of hesitating, dragging your hands up slowly but not following through. “Why?” You taunt, the word rolling off your tongue with a smirk.

Her expression darkens, and before you can react, she’s got you against her bedframe, the wood digging into your legs, her hand wrapped around your throat—not tight but firm enough to keep you still. “You’re playing a dangerous game,” she warns, her voice a low rumble that sends shivers down your spine.

You tilt your head, baring your neck a little more as if to challenge her. “I thought you liked it when I played rough.”

She lets out a sharp laugh, her thumb brushing gently over the pulse at your throat. “Oh, I do,” she says, and there’s a gleam in her eyes that promises retribution. “But don’t think I won’t put you in your place.”

You meet her gaze, defiance sparking in your eyes. “You can try.”

Rio’s smirk widens. “I intend to.”

Her lips capture yours again, this time softer but no less commanding, and you can feel her smile against your mouth when you whine, caught off guard by the change in pace. Her hands slide under your shirt, pulling it off with a swift, decisive motion before you even realise what’s happening. She pushes you down on to the bed and is on top of you in an instant, pinning you down, her fingers digging into your hips as you try to twist away like you did in the fight.

“You are such a brat,” she murmurs against your lips, her tone a mix of amusement and annoyance. Her hands grip your wrists, pinning them above your head just like she did in the ring. You squirm, testing her hold, but she tightens her grip, her smile darkening.

“And you love it,” you challenge, a teasing smirk pulling at your lips.

She laughs, low and breathless, her forehead pressing against yours. “Yeah, I do,” she admits, her voice dropping to a whisper. “But you’re going to make me work for it, aren’t you?”

You nod, biting your lip as you lean into her touch. “Every second.”

With a roll of her eyes, she kisses you again, but this time it’s slower, deeper—like she’s savouring it. Her hands leave your wrists to slide down your sides, her fingers tracing the bruises that have already started to form from your fight. You wince slightly when she presses against a particularly sore spot, and she pulls back, her gaze softening.

“Does it hurt?” she asks, her voice gentler now, though there’s still a flicker of something mischievous in her eyes.

You shrug, giving her a defiant look. “I can take it.”

Her smile turns softer, almost fond. “Of course you can,” she says, brushing a thumb over your cheek, careful to avoid the split skin. She leans in, pressing a tender kiss to there, then another to your jaw, trailing down to your neck. You tilt your head back, giving her better access, and she takes full advantage, her lips and teeth scraping against your skin in a way that sends shivers down your spine.

Her hands slip under your shorts, but before she can take control again, you push her back with a surprising burst of strength, flipping her over onto the bed. You’re straddling her now, pinning her wrists to the mattress, your breath coming in shallow gasps.

“Not so fast,” you say, leaning down to kiss her neck, nipping at her skin just hard enough to make her gasp. “I’m not going to make it easy for you.”

Rio’s laugh is breathless, but there’s a look of pride in her eyes. “I’d be disappointed if you did.”

But when you try to undress her, your hands wandering without restraint, she catches your wrists in a firm grip. Her smile turns wicked. “Can’t keep your hands to yourself, can you?”

You give her a challenging grin. “Maybe I just don’t want to.”

In response, she reaches for the belt draped over a nearby chair. Before you can react, she’s looping it around your wrists, tying them together with a quick, practiced motion. “If you can’t keep them to yourself,” she murmurs, tugging the makeshift restraint tight, “then I’ll just have to do it for you.”

You tug at the bindings, a flash of surprise mingled with excitement sparking in your eyes. “This is your idea of winning?”

She smirks, leaning down to kiss the corner of your mouth. “No, this is my idea of making sure you don’t get in my way.”

The night is a blur of hands and lips, of playful teasing and heated gasps. You push back against her every chance you get, challenging her, but she meets you at every turn, knowing when to be rough and when to be gentle. Her touch is both firm and soothing, careful not to press too hard against your bruises, but she’s relentless in a way that has you arching into her, breathless and aching for more.

“Sweetheart, you’re making a mess of my sheets,” Rio teases but the sight of it has her coming undone. She drags her fingers up your thigh, stopping just short of your entrance. With a look that seems to bare into your very soul, she buries two fingers inside you, her name falling from your lips each time she thrusts in and out. She’s efficient in her movements, curling her fingers against your walls, making you whimper and squirm under her touch. She sets a relentless pace, but each time you think you’re about to cum, Rio slows down just enough to bring you back from the edge.

"You said you could take it, sweetheart."

“Fuck, no. Please. Rio, please,” you beg, voice nothing more than a desperate whimper.

Your begging seems to work because this time when you feel the familiar tightening in your chest, she continues her movements. You feel your body tightening; your walls clench around Rio’s fingers as they curl inside you. You strain against the belt, still keeping your arms above your head.

“That’s it, darling, you’re doing so good,” her praise is all that’s needed to tip you over the edge. No, not tip: throw. It throws you over the edge. You’ve orgasmed before. Plenty of times in fact, from your own hands, toys, and other partners, but never have you had an orgasm like this before. It comes over you like a tsunami and leaves you quaking as Rio guides you through the aftershocks, slowly bringing you back to reality. 

“You are so beautiful,” Rio muses, bringing her fingers to her mouth to clean them off. You whine at the loss of an opportunity to get her fingers in your mouth. “But I’m definitely going to need to change the sheets in the morning,” she adds after she’s done tasting you.

She gently unties your wrists and helps you sit up. 

"Did... did I just...” you gape, looking at the very large wet spot in the middle of Rio’s bed.

“Well, it wasn’t me now, was it?” She teases. “Although, since they’re already wrecked, I wouldn’t mind adding to it.” She looks at you with a glint in her eyes.

You are on her in seconds, straddling her waist, hands grasping at anything and everything. You pull on her hair, forcing her head back to look you in the eyes. “Beg.”

She stares at you blankly.

“I said beg,” you repeat.

“Excuse me?” Rio says, a disbelieving tone in her voice.

You climb off her, pulling you both up to stand by the bed, hands coming to rest on her shoulders. “You heard me,” your voice is stern. “What you just did... wow. Just wow. But now you are going to beg for me to do the same to you.” You push down on her shoulders, indicating for her to get on her knees.

Rio pushes her tongue into her cheek, clearly debating whether or not she was about to do this. But when your middle finger drags through her folds, putting the slightest bit of pressure against her clit, she all but falls to her knees in front of you.

“Please fuck me,” she says, baring her teeth slightly, clearly desperate but not ready to submit.

You shake your head while sucking her arousal off your finger. “Uh uh, not good enough, sweetheart.”

She sucks her teeth, but there’s a grin on her face at you using the pet name on her.

“Please Y/N. Please fuck me. I know you’ll make me feel so good.” And at that last word, she presses a kiss on each of your hips. 

You smirk, pulling her up so you can embrace her again before guiding her back to the bed so you can start to return the favour.

The rest of the night is filled with the moaning of each other's names, and you soon lose track of time and orgasms, lost to the bliss of the moment. Rio takes her time going over each and every part of you; everywhere one of her punches landed earlier, her lips are on now. And you have your fun too, biting and sucking at her skin, leaving different kinds of marks there—you were right, she did enjoy the pain. It’s a back-and-forth, a push-and-pull, both of you giving and taking in equal measure.

When it’s over, you lie tangled together in the sheets, your head resting on her chest, listening to the steady beat of her heart. Her fingers trail through your hair, a soothing, repetitive motion that has you sighing in contentment.

“You’re a lot softer than you pretend to be,” you mumble, your eyes drifting shut.

She huffs a quiet laugh, her fingers pausing for a moment before continuing. “Don’t tell anyone,” she whispers, her voice teasing but laced with something deeper.

Your lips curl into a sleepy smile. “Your secret’s safe with me.”

And as the quiet settles between you, she brushes a thumb over your swollen lip, smirking. “I guess that settles it.”

You tilt your head up, narrowing your eyes playfully. “Settles what?”

Her smirk widens, her hand cupping your jaw. “Who really won tonight.”

You roll your eyes, but your smile softens. “We both did.”

And when she pulls you closer, holding you like you’re something precious, you know you’re exactly where you’re meant to be.

[writeitharder]

Wicked Games

Turns out that two orgasms and an hour of fucking wasn’t quite enough to satiate your girlfriend so she comes back for Round Two.

Rio Vidal x Reader

Word count: 3.3k

Warnings: smut, masturbation, strap on, oral, light degradation, praise, bratty bottom!Rio, top!reader, one spank

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You smiled to yourself as you felt Rio’s steady breaths on your neck and you slowly and carefully slide out of bed, moving your pillow so that your girlfriend could cuddle that in place of you. “My sweet girl” you smile fondly as you stand beside the bed, looking down at the sleeping woman, brushing her hair away from her face and stifling a giggle at her still crimson tinted cheeks from your recent x-rated activities.  

The two of you had just spent the past hour breaking in the new toy that she had surprised you with, which was still fastened around your hips. You leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to Rio’s temple before walking to pull on a pair of black, white and red flannelette pyjama pants and a white tank top. You had decided to forgo removing the toy, instead wanting to just get dressed and take some time to go play a video game while your girlfriend slept.

You turn on your console and grab your headphones, sitting on the sofa and being pleasantly surprised to see a couple of your friends, Wanda and Nat, already online playing together. You load into the game and text them while you wait, asking if you can join their lobby for an impromptu session, which they happily agree to. You start a party and you’re greeted by your friends cheering your name and singing praise of how they were saved now. “Surely you’re not doing that bad” you laugh “We’re on a 5-0 losing streak” Wanda says and you wince, laughing at them. “Okay, maybe you are doing that bad” you say and you all laugh as you load into the home screen “Alright, let’s get you guys back on top” you say, leaning forward and resting your elbows on your knees, spreading your knees slightly to lock in. “If anyone is an expert in topping, it’s you” Nat jokes and Wanda bursts out laughing as you roll your eyes “Shut up. Just cause you bottom to a polite British lady” you clap back and hear Wanda’s laughter intensifying. “Hey!” Nat dramatically gasps and you all laugh before the game started and the three of you lock in and start wreaking havoc on your rival competitors.

“5-1” Wanda declares victoriously at the end of the round and you pull off your headphones momentarily, listening intently for any indicative sounds that your girlfriend had woken up. You chuckle to yourself when you hear her faint snores and put your headphones back on, coming back to some more banter between your friends. “Let’s get it” you say as the three of you load in to another game. The three of you continue playing for another forty-five minutes, getting even after their losing streak. You currently sat at a 6-8 streak and you were all getting a little smug at your bounce back from underdog odds.

You’re celebrating another victory with your friends when you pull your headphones off, furrowing your brows when you don’t hear Rio’s snoring. You shake your head and pull your headphones back on again, resuming your conversation as the three of you decide to play a gauntlet match instead. The gauntlet match was forty minutes of as many non-stop rounds as you could play. You play for about two minutes with a good amount of success until your character runs off to chase down an opponent. “Shit, there’s four behind us” Nat says as you run your character back to where Wanda and Nat were and kill the rival players before healing your friends “We should have just waited for her to get online the whole time” Wanda says and you laugh. Out of the corner of your eye you spot Rio walking into the living room, ruffling her hair and wearing one of your Joan Jett t-shirts.

You turn your head and give her a warm smile “Hey baby” you say softly and she gives you a sleepy smile before yawning and walking towards you. Your friends take out a couple of other rival competitors and you glance to Rio again, noticing her staring at your lap. You furrow your brows and your gaze follows hers and you look down and are met by the sight of a tent in your pyjama pants and you mentally laugh at yourself for forgetting about the toy still being fastened around your hips. Your attention moves back to your girlfriend’s face and you see a ghost of a smile on her face before she licks her lips and walks the rest of the way to you. She leans down towards you and you smile, leaning up slightly and giving her a soft kiss to her forehead causing her to sigh in contentment. “I can hop off?” you offer and she shakes her head “It’s okay. I like watching you game” she smiles as she walks to sit down on the arm chair to your right, watching you play.

You turn your full attention back to the game and chatting to your friends. You play for about five minutes and you get another round win, celebrating with your friends once again before the next round started. You gave your girlfriend a smile before blowing her a kiss and she smiled, watching as you turned your attention back to the new game that you had loaded into. You played the round for a couple of minutes before you notice Rio’s legs spreading in your periphery. You watch out of the corner of your eye as you see her fingertips tracing up and down her thigh, swallowing the lump in your throat as you she starts tracing her slit through her panties.

“Behind you!” Wanda calls and you snap your attention back to the game, killing the remaining opponents for another victory as your friends cheer before you hear Rio let out a breathy moan and you feel a shiver run up your spine. As the loading screen pops onto the screen, you turn your head to watch your girlfriend teasing herself through her panties, watching her hand between her thighs before noticing the way her chest quickly rises and falls. You lick your lips and you load into the next game, your attention is torn away from Rio and back to the screen in front of you as you begin to regret agreeing to a gauntlet match, knowing that you had at least another five or so games. Your friends and yourself start breezing through the round again before you see Rio stand up and walk over to where you were sat on the sofa.

Your gaze moves to her momentarily and you see a mischievous glint in her eyes and a flash of nerves crashes through you as she pushes your shoulder so you move back against the back of the sofa. You shuffle back on the couch, leaning back against it and watch as your girlfriend drops to her knees in front of you. You frown to yourself as your team is wiped out and the three of you earn another loss. As upset as you were at losing, you were grateful that you could give Rio your attention as yourself, Wanda and Nat watched the remaining teams play. Realisation sets in and your eyes widen as she gives you a wicked grin before pulling down the waistband of your pyjama pants and pulling out the toy.

You reach a hand up to cover your mic as you glance back to the screen to make sure you were still watching the round before looking back down at your girlfriend. “What are you-?” you begin before she leans down and flicks her tongue across the tip of the cock before taking it into her mouth and sucking. You exhale slowly, feeling the familiar warmth between your thighs at the sight before she grabs one of your hands and moves it to rest on the back of her head as your other hand stays covering the mic. “Fuck” you groan softly and hold her down on the cock until she gags then pulls back, saliva covering her mouth and chin as she looks up at you with another devilish grin and you sigh.

The round ends and your attention snaps to the timer in the corner of the screen. 25 minutes. “Damn it” you mutter to yourself as you watch Rio hallow out her cheeks, looking up at you before pulling back from the cock again. “Fuck my mouth” she says lowly and you bite your lip, setting your controller down “Brb” you say to your friends and mute your microphone. You tangle your hand in Rio’s hair and move your other hand to hold her jaw and look down at her, waiting for her consent again. She nods her head and opens her mouth over the tip of the toy and you begin bucking your hips, fucking the cock into her mouth. Your hand tightens in her hair when you feel the toy hit the back of her throat and you can’t help but moan when she places her hands on your thighs, lowering her head down onto the cock and taking the entire length into her mouth. Wrapping her lips around the base of the toy and gagging “Fuck, baby. The game” you moan as she stays there for a few moments before pulling back, saliva covering her mouth and chin again as she sighs.

“Fine” she huffs and you grab the controller, loading into another round and unmuting your mic “Back” you simply say as your friends welcome you back and you begin the next round. You glance down to Rio as she gets up off of her knees, pulling off her panties and sits down on the edge of the coffee table in front of you, slightly off centre so that you could still see the screen. Your heart jumps at the look in her eyes as she lifts her legs to rest on the couch on either side of your legs, giving you a full view of her glistening cunt. “Shit” your breath catches at the sight, noticing the way she was so soaked that her lips were practically stuck together. “You good?” Nat asks and you hum “Yeah, I just saw two enemies to the east” you say and your friends race off to scope out for enemies as you watch Rio drag a fingertip through her slit before pushing it into herself.

“Baby” she moaned softly and you clenched around nothing at the sight as she gave herself a few pumps before adding a second finger. “Fuck” your girlfriend gasped, tilting her head back and you leaned your head back, trying to get more distance between her and your mic. “Wish it was your cock instead, mommy” she moaned slightly louder, beginning to pump her fingers in and out of herself and you panic and lift a hand to cover your mic before you quickly tell your friends to cover you before you mute your microphone again. You frown slightly and grab her wrist, removing her fingers and pull her off of the coffee table. You stand up and manoeuvre her back onto the coffee table, this time on her hands and knees before you grab the base of the cock and slide the tip into her dripping cunt. She whines and tries to push back against you in a feeble attempt to pull you in further but you grab her hips, stilling her movements and she whines out a breathy ‘please’.

“If you wanna act like an insatiable little slut then I’m gonna fuck you like one” you say and she gasps at the switch in your attitude. “If you make a sound, I’ll put you over my knee. If you make a sound twice, I’ll gag you with your panties. If you make a sound three times, I’ll edge you until your pretty little face is stained with tears and your voice is hoarse from begging me to let you cum, got it?” you say firmly and she nods. “Say it” you order, your nails digging into her hips and she hisses, fighting against your grip, desperately trying to push her ass back against you. “Yes! I understand. Please just fuck me, mommy!” she whimpers, the sound quickly turning into a muffled moan as you slide your cock into her until it bottoms out inside of her. She bites her lip and you pull out almost completely before snapping your hips forward, slamming the toy into her roughly and she lifts a hand to her mouth, covering it and biting into it in an attempt to keep quiet.

“Good girl” you coo and lean down to kiss her shoulder as she gasps softly at the way the toy angles inside of her “You always take me so well, baby girl” you sigh and she bites back a whimper and nods her head. “Better be quiet, baby. Don’t want Wanda and Nat to hear you taking my cock, do you?” you purr and she shakes her head as you reach over to grab your controller, resting your hands on the small of her back before you unmute your mic. “Alright, I’m back. Sorry about that” you say and your friends say that it’s okay as you continue your game and rock your hips forward, fucking your girlfriend. You smirk as you watch her change her position, lying her torso down against the table as she arched her body down into the table, leaving her ass up in the air. You bite your lip at the new position and begin fucking the cock deeper into her.

You watch as her hands grip the edge of the table and she fights back a small whimper, doing her best to stay quiet as you lean down to kiss her shoulder again momentarily before killing another enemy. You stop your movements, pulling out almost fully again and she lifts her head, turning to glance over her shoulder back at you before you roughly slam your hips forward again and she gasps sharply. “Sh—” she hisses as you chuckle softly and move a hand to grab her hip, guiding her to rock herself back onto the cock and she nods, starting to fuck herself on the toy. You reach your hand up to cover your mic again “That’s my good little slut. Look at you, so desperate for my cock that you have to be fucked while I’m gaming with my friends. Knowing that they could hear you” you say and she lets out a barely audible whimper.

“Maybe that’s what you want, hm? For Wanda and Nat to hear your hungry little cunt taking mommy’s cock so well. Is that what you want, baby? For mommy’s friends to hear you being fucked like the greedy, desperate little slut you are?” you hum and she gasps as your hips start meeting hers, setting a steady pace as you fuck the toy into her. “Fuck” she whispers as Nat kills the final enemy and your teammates pick up another win and you set the controller on her back again, muting the mic and you change the pace again. You stand up on your tip toes slightly, changing the angle of the toy so it hits her g-spot and you begin fucking the cock into her roughly. “Fu-uck” she moans before clasping her hand to her mouth and you give her ass a quick, harsh spank and she whimpers into her hand as you reach around her body, your hand pushing her shirt up and you grab at her breast, pinching one of her nipples between your fingers and rolling it.

“I-I’m gonna—” she gasped breathlessly and you keep your pace and reach your other hand around to rub tight circles on her clit and then her body tenses and trembles as she comes undone on your cock. “That’s my good girl. Cum all over my cock, baby” you coo and she lets out a couple of muffled whimpers and you fuck her through her orgasm until she collapses on the table, sliding the toy out of herself in the process. “Uh uh, baby” you say, grabbing her hips and pulling her back up before slipping the toy back into her as her body jumps at the sensation of stretching around it again. “Fuck, wait, please. I-I can’t—” Rio pants as you reach around her to rub her clit again and her hips stutter, squirming as your other hand holds her hips with a bruising grip, just the way she liked. “Oh, I know, baby girl” you say softly before giving her clit a quick pinch and she hisses, her body jumping at your action. “But you wanted to be an insatiable little slut and wanted more, so you’re gonna give me more” you growl and she whimpers in response, nodding. “Yes, mommy” she sobbed and you leaned down to kiss along her spine “Good girl” you hum and you begin fucking her again, checking the timer in the corner of the screen as you load into another game. 9 minutes.

“Let’s make a little challenge. You be a good girl and cum on mommy’s cock twice before the time runs out and I’ll let you strap it on and fuck me with it as a reward” you say and you feel her clench around you “Fuck, baby. Really?” she moans in response. When the two of you had previously talked about getting a strap on, you had said it’d be used primarily to fuck Rio and that your likelihood of letting her fuck you with it was only about a 6/10. “Really. You’ve gotta cum two more times for mommy though. Can you do that, pretty girl?” you ask and she whines and nods her head frantically. “Shit, yes, mommy” she says and you smile “Fuck yourself on my cock, baby” you order and she whines and begins rocking back on the toy as you unmute the mic and continue playing the game with your friends.

The 9 minutes pass quickly and yourself, Wanda and Nat lose two rounds and win the last one, leaving you with a final score of 10-14. In the time that you had played until the timer ended, you and Rio had fucked her to another three orgasms, muting your mic for the last one. Rio was now limply lying across the table as you slipped the toy from her and she shuddered at the sudden emptiness. “Fuck” she whispered and you smiled kneeling down beside the table and pulling her into a kiss “My pretty girl. You did so good, baby” you say and she whimpers softly at your praise as you lift her from the table and sit down on the sofa with her in your lap.

“Thanks for helping us redeem ourselves” Wanda said and you laugh “Happy to help. Thanks for keeping me company. I’m gonna log off but I’ll chat to you guys later” you say and your friends say goodbye to you before you leave the chat party and close the game. “My beautiful girl” you sigh as Rio nuzzles her face against the crook of your neck “Feel better now?” you ask and she hums contentedly and nods. “Thoroughly fucked?” she nods again with a giggle and you chuckle, running your fingers through your hair “Good. I’m glad you feel better, baby. Let’s get you into a nice hot bath and I’ll make us some dinner” you say and she hums, wrapping her arms around your waist.

As much as you both loved fucking each other’s brains out, you couldn’t deny that sometimes the aftercare was just as good as the sex. The softness, closeness and intimacy of it was so fulfilling for the both of you. You never felt closer to Rio than you did during aftercare. She looked up at you and you smiled down at her, admiring her flushed cheeks and the blissed-out expression on her face. “I love you so much, mi amor” she sighs and you lean down and kiss her sweetly “I love you more, princesa” you hum. 

[wandaswitchbitch]

Agatha is either a strict top or a power bottom

Rio is either a Bratty bottom or a secretly soft top.

I fear they are both switches and I won't be taking an other opinions at this time

[clowningcrows]

ngl yall im writing the most insane, filfthy agathario smut with needy but bratty bottom!agatha and gentle but dominating top!rio

[lovehealsandlovehurts]

all this talk about rio and "if you wanna be in control you can be" rio is just a bratty bottom or switch don't be fooled!!!

[jackiespurnell]

bratty bottom rio vidal x brat tamer agatha harkness

[lilithschosen]

the way that i have Agatha and Rio in my brain is so different? i think than i see everyone else. i always see Agatha as a more shut off, reserved, burnt too many times by others type of person. she protects herself above all else and would rather not take on a new friend or lover just in case she gets hurt again. if you do somehow manage to get into her good graces, she's fiercely loyal. she'll do anything and everything in her power to make sure you're taken care of. mama bear instincts through and through.

Rio is very open and honest, blunt. she tells you how she feels and smirks when she does (either good or bad). she doesn't necessarily make friends, but she doesn't make enemies. she's charismatic and charming to an unsettling degree, even as Death or as a human in a non-magical AU. she can't sit in silence, opting to just speak her mind until someone else offers something. also she fuckin loves her garden but i feel like that's just a mutual understanding for her and everyone else in the fandom lmao.

Agatha and Rio together at first starts rough. Agatha doesn't want to open herself up again, she knows Rio hurt her and doesn't let the woman forget it. Rio knows, god does she know. she wants a chance to change that perspective, to work and fix what she's done. she doesn't want to overstep with Agatha and holds back until Agatha pushes her too far. they'll fight and argue, screaming matches until the topic they both want to bring up, comes up.

once they reconcile, Agatha melts into Rio as she did forever ago. it's warm and comforting, rekindling their love in every way they can.

also generally speaking Agatha is a top and Rio is my favourite bratty bottom but sometimes Agatha needs to be touched and treated and adored because who doesn't? and Rio doesn't hesitate. they work in tandem, in sync, perfectly and i love them!!!