#rio vidal x you

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Where There's Anger, There's Still Love (NSFW)

Pairing: Agatha Harkness x Rio Vidal x Reader

Summary: Agathario+U 4eva... or maybe not. After Nicky was born, Agatha tried to outrun fate. When he died, she hid behind the Darkhold. It's been centuries, but finally you and Rio can sense her presence again and decide to go and confront the witch... and your lingering feelings for eachother

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You've missed her, Rio's missed her, and she's missed you both. What better way to welcome her back then with your fingers and mouths?

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, canon divergence, reader is a healer/white witch but it's not a major plot point, smut, top Rio, top reader, bottom Agatha, threesome, fingering, oral sex/cunnilingus, minor angst/hurt, comfort, maybe more idk I'm tired and can't think properly

Words: 3.5k

A/N: Two fics in two days? who am I?!?! Requested fic

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The memories of your past come in honeyed fragments, softened by time but no less potent. Agatha’s sharp and wicked laughter, how it used to spill over Rio’s amused huffs, and curled around you like the low flicker of a candle’s flame. The three of you built something rare. A love that glowed from the inside out, that didn’t just exist but thrived. It was weighty, permanent—at least, you thought it was. A promise spoken between lips that knew the taste of each other’s magic. Sealed in touches that lingered long after the heat had faded.

You remember nights in their arms, bodies tangled beneath moonlight that filtered through worn curtains. Rio’s calloused fingers trailing idly over your stomach, Agatha’s lips pressing against the pulse at your throat, soft and absent-mindedly, as if she were memorising the rhythm of your life. You were the warmth between them, the gentle touch to their sharp edges. Where Agatha was wit and deception, and Rio was raw and unrelenting power, you were something softer, something whole. A balance. A balm.

But then came Nicholas. A love-born tragedy.

You remember the night he was born—the way Agatha screamed, not from the pain of labour but from the knowledge of what awaited him. You remember Rio, standing by the river, flower in hand, shadows pooling at her feet.

“He was never meant for this world,” Rio had said, voice low, heavy. Certain. “His soul is not his to keep.”

Agatha had turned to you then, eyes wet and frantic. “You can fix him. Please. You can heal him.” Her fingers had clutched your wrists, her magic sparking against your skin. Desperation made a ruin of her.

You knew the truth even then. There was no healing what was never meant to be whole. But you had nodded, because how could you not? How could you bear to be the one who let hope die in her hands?

Rio had sighed, something deep and aching. “I can give him time. That is all.”

It was not enough. But Agatha took it anyway.

And so she ran. She ran from Rio, from you, from inevitability itself, as if distance alone could rewrite fate. And for six years, it almost seemed like it worked.

Nicholas laughed and played and lived. He was warm in her arms, bright in her eyes, whole in a way no borrowed thing should ever be. You visited when you could, but Agatha kept you at arm’s length, afraid of what you represented. Afraid of the truth you carried in your silence.

You had told her once: You cannot save him from his fate. You can only love him through it. But Agatha had never been one to accept inevitability.

And then, one night, he closed his eyes, never to open them again.

He had fallen asleep curled against Agatha’s side, his small fingers still tangled in the fabric of her shirt. When she woke, he was cold. Gone.

You weren’t there when it happened. But you arrived to the sound of Agatha’s grief tearing through the forest, through you, through the very bones of the world. She was still holding him, her body curled around his, whispering prayers into his cold skin. Rio stood at their feet, quiet, unmoving. It wasn’t cruelty. It wasn’t indifference. It was duty, old as time itself.

"You took him," Agatha choked, her voice hoarse from all the crying.

"You knew I would," Rio said.

You reached for Agatha, hands trembling, but she did not see you. Did not feel you. There was only pain. You saw it in the way her shoulders curled inward, in the way her fingers clutched at Nicky’s lifeless form, as if keeping him close could bring him back again.

"You let this happen," she spat. And you knew she wasn’t speaking to Rio alone.

His death left an open wound, and Agatha—Agatha turned her grief into something serrated, something that cut as deep as the loss itself. She did not cry in your arms. She did not seek comfort in the home the three of you had built. Instead, she wielded her sorrow like a weapon and turned it against the only two people who still held onto her.

She couldn't bear to look at either of you—not when every glance felt like a reminder of the choice she had been forced to make, of the son she couldn’t save. In her eyes, Rio had taken him, and you had let it happen.

So, she left again. Hiding behind the Darkhold, where neither you nor Rio could reach her.

You searched at first. You wrote letters and traced spells into candle wax, hoping she’d feel you reaching for her. You went to places you knew she’d been, places where she had used her power, places where the walls still hummed with her presence. You stood outside doors that would never open and called her name into the kind of silence that bruised.

Again, and again, and again.

But she never answered.

Without Agatha, you and Rio had only each other to hold onto. And by the Divine Mother, how you held on. In the beginning, it was desperate; grief spilling from both of you in sharp edges, in hands that clutched too tightly, in breaths that stuttered against each other’s skin. It was unbearable alone, the weight of her absence pressing like stone against your ribs. But together? Together, it became something almost survivable.

Rio burnt with it. She drank her sorrow like poison; let it settle in her marrow; let it shape the way she carried herself—spine stiff, shoulders squared, jaw clenched so tightly you swore you could hear her teeth creak. But when she touched you, she softened. And you let her. You let her bury her face against your chest when the nights stretched too long. You let her kiss you slowly; let her hands map the familiar lines of your body as if she were afraid that they too would disappear. You let her love you in the only way she knew how.

She still loved Agatha. You still loved Agatha. But Rio also loves you, and you love her back. So, you built something steady. Something good.

It wasn’t the same; it could never be the same, but it was real. It was healing spells traced onto her back while she read; her body was never hurt but you hoped (in vain) that it could ease the pain in her heart. It was her hands in your hair, the rough pad of her thumb sweeping against your temple. It was always leaving a place at the table for Agatha.

Some nights, you dreamt of her. You’d wake with the ghost of her scent lingering in the air—woody and slightly florally, but with something dark and electric curling at the edges too. It feels like she’s still there, just beyond your reach.

Some nights, Rio whispered in the dark, “Do you think she’ll ever come back to us?”

And you never had an answer. You don’t know if Agatha is someone you’re meant to find again or if she has gone too far from you both to ever be whole in your hands. You only know that Rio still reaches for her in sleep, just as you do. That there is a space between you both that no amount of love, no amount of time, has ever truly filled.

So instead of answering, you’d press a kiss to Rio’s bare shoulder. You’d listen to her breathe. You’d hold her the way you wish you could hold Agatha.

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The moment Wanda takes the Darkhold from Agatha, and she is left powerless, Rio gasps—a sharp, guttural sound that cracks through the quiet. Her entire body seizes, every muscle locking tight, her fingers digging into the bed like she’s trying to ground herself against something unseen. The air around you constricts and hums with the sudden shift in power, with the absence of something that had tethered itself to Agatha for too long.

"I can feel her."

Rio's voice is raw, almost broken, and your heart stutters; it misses a beat.

It’s been so long, and yet you can feel her too.

Knowing strikes like lightning. Magic thrums in your veins, pulling you toward her. There is no hesitation, no second-guessing.

Rio is already halfway out of bed, her breath uneven, her hands trembling. You reach for her, pressing your palm against the back of her neck to ground her, letting your own magic weave into the space between you. She leans into it for only a second before pulling away, eyes full of something you haven’t seen in years: hope.

“She’s in Westview,” Rio says, shoving herself into the nearest pair of jeans, urgency vibrating off her skin. “I can—fuck—I can feel everything. She’s—” Her voice breaks, and she presses her hand to her chest like she’s trying to hold something in.

You’ve spent so long mourning her, searching for her in dreams and half-formed spells that never led anywhere. Now, she’s real again. Somewhere out there, stripped of the magic that kept her hidden, and you can feel her hurting.

You don’t waste another second. You reach for your boots, for the coat draped over the chair. Magic crackles between your fingertips, thrumming beneath your skin, desperate to find her.

Rio catches your gaze. "We bring her home."

There is no other option.

You nod once. Then, together, you go.

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Westview is a graveyard of illusions. The remnants of Wanda’s hex still cling to the air, thick and suffocating, like ghosts that refuse to leave. You wade through the wreckage, through the weight of what was left behind, and find her standing amidst it all.

Agatha Harkness—stripped of power, stripped of the Darkhold’s suffocating grasp, stripped of everything but herself.

She is small in the vast emptiness. Smaller than you remember. Just a woman now, no shadows curling at her fingertips, no smirk sharpened into a blade. Just hollowed-out ribs and weary eyes and a body that looks like it might buckle under the weight of its own ruin.

Rio stops dead beside you, chest rising and falling in sharp, uneven breaths. Her magic pulses beneath her skin, hungry and desperate; years of grief and longing compacted into something volatile, something barely restrained. You feel it too. The way the space between you all vibrates with too much emotion, too much history.

Agatha lifts her head, eyes locking onto yours.

And the years fall away. Just for a second. Just long enough for something inside you to splinter wide open.

Her shoulders pull back, her chin tilts up—an old mask fitting over something brittle, something on the verge of collapse. “Come to gloat?” she asks, her voice carrying the remnants of the woman she used to be. Clipped, cutting. But it wavers at the edges. “Or did you just miss the sound of my voice?”

Something inside you snaps.

“You left us,” you say, voice stripped bare.

Agatha exhales sharply through her nose, something flickering behind her eyes—guilt, pain, regret—but she doesn’t let it settle. “I had nothing left.”

Rio scoffs, stepping forward, eyes burning. “So we were nothing?”

Agatha flinches, but the bitterness that twists her mouth is sharp. Defensive. “I thought you’d finally learnt to let go.”

The air between you thrums with all the things unsaid. You step forward, magic sparking at your fingertips, not as a weapon but as a manifestation of everything boiling beneath your skin—grief, fury, longing, betrayal. It crackles, raw and unchecked.

Rio doesn’t hold back. “You think you’re that easy to forget?”

She’s trying to sound angry, but the hurt is there, barely concealed. It seeps into the edges of her voice. Agatha hears it—sees it—and the mask finally falters. Her breath stutters, and she shakes her head, something dark passing over her expression.

“It doesn’t matter,” she murmurs, almost too quiet to hear. “None of it mattered.”

The words are meant to push you away, to wound. And they do. But more than anything, they make something deep inside you twist, furious and aching.

“You don’t get to say that.” Your voice is sharp, edged with something dangerous. “You don’t get to fucking say that after all these years—after leaving us to grieve you like you were dead. You weren’t the only one mourning Nicky.”

Agatha recoils like you’ve struck her. Her mouth opens, then closes, something frenzied building behind her ribs. “Do you think I don’t regret it?” she spits, and her voice cracks. “Do you think I don’t know what I did?”

Her breathing is ragged, hands curled into fists at her sides. She’s trembling, coming apart right in front of you, and there’s no stopping it now. The weight of it all—of Nicholas, of the choices she made, of the years spent running—it all comes crashing down, shattering what little composure she has left.

Then—then she breaks.

Agatha staggers, the weight of everything finally too much, and the second you touch her, it’s over.

She crumbles into you, into Rio, into the only arms that have ever truly held her without expectation, without demands.

Your own hands shake as you wrap them around her. You don’t know if you can still be the warmth between them, if you even should be, but Agatha shudders against you, and Rio lets out something between a choked cry and a curse, and you realise—you never stopped loving each other.

Rio presses a shaking hand to the back of Agatha’s head, pulling her in tight. “You’re such a fucking idiot,” she breathes, voice wrecked, and Agatha lets out a sound that is somewhere between a laugh and a sob.

You don’t speak. You just hold her. Hold her as she clings to you, fingers twisting in your coat like she’s afraid you’ll disappear.

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You take her home. To the place she’s belonged all along.

The world outside is still broken, Agatha is still powerless, but in this small, sacred space, it’s just the three of you, tangled in grief and longing and something dangerously close to hope.

The air shifts. The fury, the jagged edges, begin to ebb away, leaving something else in its wake. Something raw. Something desperate.

Agatha reaches for you first. She kisses you like she’s drowning, like she’s trying to tether herself to something real. It’s clumsy at first, all shaky inhales and stuttered gasps, but then Rio is there—heat at your back, lips tracing a burning path along Agatha’s jaw. A sharp inhale. A low, wrecked sound that is half relief, half ruin.

It starts slow. It has to. Agatha’s fingers ghost over your skin, tentative and unsure. Rio watches, waiting, breath uneven, eyes dark. There is hesitation, the weight of too much time lost, too much pain endured.

But then Agatha gives in. She leans in, she takes, she surrenders.

When her lips crash into yours, there is no hesitation left. Only hunger. Only the desperate, unrelenting need to consume and be consumed. Hands explore, teeth catch, and nails dig into flesh like an anchor. Agatha gasps against your mouth, and then Rio is kissing her too, swallowing the sounds whole.

It’s messy. It’s frantic. It’s years of longing, grief, and anger, worked out in the way you pull at each other’s clothes, in the way Agatha’s nails dig into your back, in the way Rio’s hands grip your hips hard enough to bruise.

Agatha moans as you grind against her thigh, the fabric of your underwear soaked through, the friction delicious. Her hands tighten on your hips, guiding you, and Rio groans against the crook of your neck, voice wrecked. “I’ve missed this.”

It’s not enough. It will never be enough. Not after years of distance, of pain, of words left unsaid. You need more. Agatha needs more.

With a sharp inhale, she tugs at you, her teeth scraping against your jaw before she shifts, pushing you back onto the bed. Rio is already moving with her, already reading the intent in her darkened eyes.

“Lie back,” Agatha breathes, her voice rough, ruined. “Both of you.”

She settles herself between you and Rio, exhaling shakily as she leans in, her lips dragging over the soft skin of your stomach before her hands trace lower, her fingers hooking into your waistband and pulling your underwear down with aching slowness. Rio mirrors her, her hands firm as she helps rid Agatha of the last of her clothing, leaving her bare and exposed beneath your combined touch.

There is no hesitation, no shyness left between the three of you. You and Rio move in tandem, pressing her back against the bed, parting her thighs between you. Agatha gasps as you press a lingering kiss to the inside of her thigh, Rio doing the same on the other side, your lips trailing over her skin, relearning her like a prayer.

“You still sound so fucking pretty when you moan,” Rio groans in pleasure against her skin, her voice thick with hunger.

Agatha shudders, her fingers threading through your hair, guiding, urging. You and Rio share a look before you both move, mouths pressing where she needs you most. The first brush of your tongue against her has her keening, her fingers tightening in your hair, her body arching off the bed.

It’s frantic at first, desperate, but then it slows and turns into something reverent. She trembles beneath you both, gasping, moaning, a broken sound spilling from her lips as years of tension unravel in the heat of your mouths, in the press of your hands.

Her taste is intoxicating, and every sound she makes fuels the fire burning between your legs. You and Rio move in sync, devouring her like she’s the only thing that exists, like you’ll never get enough. Agatha writhes, her thighs trembling, her hands gripping at the sheets before latching onto you both like she needs to hold onto something real.

You and Rio fall into an unspoken rhythm, alternating between mouths and fingers, neither of you willing to give her even a second to breathe. When Rio presses her fingers inside Agatha, curling just right, you take the opportunity to latch onto her clit, sucking hard enough to make her cry out. A sharp gasp, a curse, and then she’s tugging at your hair, her hips bucking between the two of you.

Then you switch. Your fingers replace Rio’s, stretching her open, working her deeper, while Rio’s mouth descends, tongue flicking and teasing until Agatha is keening, shaking beneath you. There’s a challenge in the way you work together, a growing desperation, a hunger to push her further, to see who can be the one that tips her over the edge.

Her thighs are trembling, always so sensitive, and you take the opportunity to bite down, sinking your teeth into the soft skin, sucking until a bruise blooms there. Agatha jerks, a sharp, choked-off moan ripping from her throat. Rio sees what you’ve done and smirks, following suit, her own mouth marking the other thigh. Agatha is covered in you both, claimed by you both.

“Fuck—” she gasps, her breath stuttering, her body tightening beneath you. “Don’t stop—”

Not like you’d even dare to.

You and Rio press deeper, harder, pulling more desperate sounds from her lips, from deep in her chest. The air is thick with heat, with the wet, obscene sounds of pleasure, with the gasping, panting breaths that fill the room.

Agatha cums hard beneath you both, her release shuddering through her in waves. She cries out, her back arching, her fingers clutching tight, and it’s the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen. You don’t stop until she’s trembling, until she’s begging, until there’s nothing left but her ragged breaths and the aftershocks of pleasure rolling through her.

Afterward, no one lets go. You stay tangled, skin sticky, bodies pressed too close. Agatha’s head rests against your shoulder, Rio’s arms draped lazily around both of you.

No one speaks; the weight of what happened still lingers like a storm waiting to break, but it’s not as sharp anymore. It’s quieter now, more distant. Love doesn’t erase pain, but in this space, it has softened it.

In the stillness that follows, bodies entwined and breathless, there is something new. Something fragile yet impossibly strong.

Rio shifts slightly, the weight of her words gentle but certain. "You’re not leaving again," she says, as if the promise itself could break the last of the silence between you.

“No," Agatha breathes against your chest, her lips warm, her voice cracked but steady. "Not this time."

The world outside can wait. The past is a shadow, but here, in the quiet aftermath, there’s only the present—only the three of you, bound by everything that’s been and everything that will be.

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Slowly but surely i'm getting back into the swing of writing the smut for y'all. Got to get my practice in so I ca update Neighbourly Care some time soon oops

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Working Overtime -Chapter Two

After being dragged into Rio’s shenanigans you’re taught a valuable, pleasurable lesson in why you shouldn’t tease Agatha.

Word count: 8.6k

Warnings: smut, oral sex, face riding, fingering, marking, impact play, punishment, spanking, scratching, bondage, sex toys, face/throat fucking, edging, degradation, praise, mommy kink, mistress kink, choking, improvised collar/lead, light/implied blood kink, orgasm denial, threesome, bratty bottom!Rio, switch!reader, domme top!Agatha) (please do let me know if there’s any I missed)

Disclaimer: like the last chapter I’ve spent the past few nights staying up, writing and rewriting this until about 5:30am each night so I apologise in advance for any mistakes or issues. I’m quite tired tonight and just can’t be assed editing so sorry if there’s any mistakes lmao

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“She’s gonna rip us to shreds, isn’t she?” you ask as you turn and look at Rio who nods with an almost deranged grin “Oh, we’re gonna have so much fun tonight, baby” she beamed and you feel a knot forming in the pit of your stomach at the mere thought of what Agatha was going to do to you both when you got back to their home.

The elevator arrives back down at the ground floor and Rio grabs your hand “Come on” she smiles and quickly pulls you out of the building, saying a quick goodbye to Herb when he opens the door for the two of you on the way out. You follow the older woman as she leads you back to her car and the two of you get into the vehicle. “What was the purpose of that whole thing?” you ask, pulling on your seat belt as Rio starts the car and begins driving away from her wife’s office. “Agatha had a meeting and I was feeling frisky and felt like being a little shit” Rio shrugs as you run a hand through your hair with a small chuckle “So you dragged me into it?” she nods. “Well yeah, it wouldn’t have been the same if I just touched myself in front of her” Rio laughs and you furrow your brows as you look at her “I’m not going home tonight, am I?” you ask and she throws her head back and cackles. “Fraid not, baby. I’m not facing Aggie on my own after that” she shakes her head, reaching her hand over and squeezing your thigh “Like you said, she’s gonna rip us to shreds” she added. “It wasn’t even my idea!” you say and she laughs harder, squeezing your thigh again as she drives the two of your back to their home.

You follow Rio inside and kick your shoes off at the door before following the older woman through the house towards the kitchen. “Well, we’ve got about 25 minutes until Aggie gets home to give us hell. Fancy a drink?” Rio offers as you shrug and stand by the kitchen island “Sure, thanks” you nod and Rio hums walking to the fridge and grabbing herself a beer before opening a cupboard and grabbing the bottle of your favourite whisky they kept at their place for when you came over. She got some ice and put it in a glass before pouring your drink then handing it to you with a smile “Thanks, babe” you give a grateful smile as she walks around the island and sits down beside you. You take a sip of your drink and sigh at the taste “What do you think she’s gonna do to us?” you ask as Rio hums and shrugs “No clue. Agatha is pretty unpredictable in situations like this one. But whatever it is, it’s gonna be fun” she grins, clinking her bottle against your glass as you chuckle and shake your head.

The two of you fall into easy conversation about what has been going on in your lives since you had seen each other last. It had only been a week and a half but between Rio’s work, your work and studies the two of you had a good amount to catch up on. Sure enough, half an hour later you hear the front door open. “Sluts! Here. Now!” your conversation is interrupted by Agatha’s commanding voice and Rio sets her beer bottle down, giving you a sly grin as she slides off her seat. You finish off the last mouthful of your drink and brace yourself for whatever was waiting for the two of you at the end of the hallway. Setting down your glass you slid off your seat and follow Rio back down the hallway to the front door where Agatha was waiting for the two of you, arms crossed across her chest.

“Hola, mi amor” Rio grins, giving her wife an innocent look as the two of you stop in your tracks a few feet from the blue-eyed beauty “Whose idea was it?” she simply says and Rio is practically buzzing beside you from excitement at what was to come. “It was her idea” you quickly say, pointing at the woman beside you as Agatha raises an eyebrow and looks at her wife “I swear, I didn’t even know that was her plan. She called me and told me to get dressed and wait out front of my apartment. She didn’t even tell me where we were going. Hell, I didn’t even know were at your office until I read your name plaque on the door!” you say as Agatha glares between the two of you. At this point, Rio was bouncing on her heels, anxiously waiting for whatever punishment Agatha had planned.

Agatha turns her attention to Rio who was biting back a smirk “Is that true?” she questions her wife who eagerly nodded causing the woman to hum and stalk towards the two of you. Rio grins excitedly but her grin quickly falls when Agatha grabs your hand and yanks you towards her before turning you around and pressing you against the wall, turning your head so that you’re forced to look at Rio. “Hey!” her wife whined with a pout as you inhale sharply at the feeling of your warm cheek pressed against the cool surface of the wall “Don’t move” Agatha ordered as Rio was about to walk towards the two of you. Rio stopped in her tracks and grumbled but obeyed, not moving from her spot but you see her legs flex ever so slightly through the material of her dress. No doubt, trying to quell the heat and excitement she had been running on for at least the past hour and a half, maybe even more. “It might have been her idea but you still fucked her” Agatha says from behind you and you swallow nervously. “You still teased me and riled me up while I was in my meeting. Staring a hole through me as you ploughed your fingers into my wife’s cunt barely six feet away” Agatha seethes, her breath hot on your ear sending a chill up your spine as you feel her arm snake around your body. Reaching around, she unbuttons and unzips your jeans, wasting no time in shoving her hand into your panties. “Shit!” you hiss as she cups your pussy “I’m sorry, I-I didn’t—” you stammer before cutting yourself off when she drags her fingertips through your slit and you finally realise just how wet you had gotten from Rio’s little game earlier.

“God, look at how fucking soaked you got pulling that little stunt in my office. Did you enjoy it? Huh? Messing with me like that?” Agatha hisses in your ear as you whimper, pushing your ass back against her front before she tangled her hand in your hair and gave a sharp tug. “I asked you something, slut. I expect an answer” she snaps and you let out a sound that was a mix of a moan and a whimper at the pain of her pulling your hair and the pleasure of her fingertips quickly brushing your clit. “Y-Yes…” you gasp, your hip bucking as you try to get the older woman’s fingers to give your throbbing clit attention again “Aggie…” Rio moaned, squirming as she stood in place a few feet away, knowing better than to move or attempt to intervene in what her wife was doing. “You. Play room. Now. I expect you fully nude and on the bed by the time our little pet here and I get there” Agatha says and both you and her wife whimper as she gives your clit a pinch, your knees buckling under you momentarily before Rio nodded and briskly took off down the hallway.

Agatha withdrew her hand from your pants and you whine before she spins you back around to face her. “Agatha, I-I swear, she didn’t tell me anything. When we got to your office door, I just thought we were going to give you a little visit at work. I didn’t know that she had planned—” you stumble over your words before she lifted her hand to your face. “Clean them” she said firmly and you swallow, feeling the heat of a thousand fires coursing through your entire body from how turned on you were. You lean forward and take her fingers into her mouth and your eyes close as you can’t help but moan at the taste of yourself, now painfully aware of just how wet you had gotten from fucking Rio while Agatha watched.

“Look at me” the older woman orders and you obey, your eyes quickly opening and locking with hers as you find yourself staring into almost pitch-black orbs instead of her usually bright, steely blue ones. “Good girl” she purrs approvingly before pulling her fingers from your mouth and turning to walk down the hall, dropping her blazer onto the back of a dining chair along the way. “Come” she says over her shoulder and you begin following her down the hallway in a trance-like state as she leads you to the couple’s play room.

Once you reached the room, your jaw dropped open as you looked around it. The walls were painted a colour that you could only think to describe as a maroon plum combination. You turn your attention to the dark timber, four poster canopy bed against the middle of one wall and found a fully nude Rio sitting on it. “Good girl” Agatha hummed in approval as she walked to a mahogany armoire in the corner of the room “You, undress and go sit on the chaise, sweetheart” she said over her shoulder, glancing to you and you suddenly were regretting going along with Rio’s scheme. You nod to yourself, briefly looking to Rio who bit her lip with an impish grin and an eager nod as you pulled your still undone jeans down your legs, kicking them aside before pulling off your t-shirt and tossing that aside with your jeans. “Panties too, baby” Agatha said and you exhale slowly, pulling off your panties and setting them on the pile of your clothes, walking over to sit on the burgundy velvet chaise lounge on the opposite side of the room.

Agatha closed the armoire doors and walked over to the bed with some forest green rope and a metal bar with what looked like leather handcuffs on the ends. You furrowed your brows slightly, watching her as she stopped beside the bed and looked at her wife. “Would you look at that, you two can be good girls after all” she hummed, setting down the metal bar and you see Rio squirm slightly on the bed. “On your knees, mi corazón” Agatha purred and you notice Rio shiver momentarily before obeying and shifting her position so that she was on her knees as Agatha unravelled the rope and began fastening her wife’s wrists together. She gave the rope a tug, tightening it and smiling wickedly when Rio gasped and hissed “Good?” Agatha asked, briefly looking at her wife who nodded in confirmation, licking her lips as Agatha nods and ties the rope. “Neither of you move. I’ll be right back” she said before walking out of the room and both you and Rio turn and look at each other “Told you it'd be fun” Rio grins and you can’t help but roll your eyes and chuckle. “God, you’re such a masochist” you say and laugh when her eyes widen and she gives you a deranged look, nodding her head.

“What do you think she’s doing?” you ask and Rio shrugs “No clue but I’m fucking psyched for whatever it is” she beams and you shake your head, chuckling before you hear the clicking of heels against the tiles and you straighten back up and shut your mouth. When Agatha re-emerges, she has a large box in her hands and you notice the tent in her pants, your mouth watering as you imagine what she’s going to do with it. “What’s in the box, mamita?” Rio asks, craning her neck to try and get a better view of her wife as she sets the box down on the ottoman at the end of the bed. “That would be your punishment, my dear” Agatha says, opening the box and pulling out a black contraption in the shape of a semi-circle and you feel butterflies in your stomach as you see the built-in dildo attached to the machine. “Oh shit. Well, she’s fucked” you think to yourself before realising that that probably means the obvious toy in her pants was going to be used on you and you clench your legs together at the realisation.

“Since you decided to put playing with our sweet little toy in front of each other on the table. Now you can experience how it is from the other side of things” Agatha coos as she adjusts the machine and moves her wife to straddle it before reaching above the bed and pulling down a dark timber arm with a gold hook on the end of it. Rio gasps as Agatha held her arms up, attaching them to the hook and you felt a floor of arousal between your thighs at the sight of Rio, fully restrained and at the mercy of her wife. “Go ahead and put that greedy little pussy of yours on that toy, sweetheart” Agatha purrs and Rio shuffles up the toy slightly before lowering herself down onto the dildo with a gasp. Her hips begin moving immediately and Agatha gives her ass a spank “Don’t fucking move” she hissed as Rio moaned at the sharp pain on her ass before nodding. “Yes, mistress” she breathed out, her eyes already blown out from hunger and lust as she stayed still, the toy completely swallowed up by her hungry cunt and you whine softly, shifting on the chaise in an attempt to soothe the urgent, growing need between your thighs.

“Now, you” Agatha simply says and turns her attention to you, stalking towards you as your mouth suddenly went dry and the older woman came to a stop in front of where you were still sat on the chaise lounge. You stared up at her as she unbuttoned her blouse and your jaw dropped open as more of her pale skin was exposed with each button she undid. You caught a glimpse of her cleavage and felt a rush of desire course through your body as you realised, she wasn’t wearing a bra and the only obstacle between you and her perky breasts that fit so perfectly in your hand, was the thin material of her blouse. Your hands clawed at your thighs, desperate to just tear the shirt from her body and get your mouth on her rose-coloured nipples. Fuck. She shrugs off her blouse and your mouth waters and you hear Rio groan from her place on the bed before Agatha trailed her fingertips down her chest and stomach until her hand reached the waistband of her pants. You swallow in anticipation as she slowly unbuckles her belt, watching her veiny hands swiftly pull the leather accessory from around her waist. Then before you can blink it’s around your throat and she gives it a tug, tightening the belt around your neck and eliciting an unbidden moan from your mouth at the makeshift collar.

“Now it’s my turn to control you” she hums with a devious grin that sends a chill up your spine and almost scares you, her words going straight to your cunt as you gasp. “God, Agatha. I’m s-sorry” you stammer, regretting your decision to tease her earlier that night and she lets out a low and sinister laugh at your now flushed face and the way your breathing had quickened. “Not yet you’re not. But don’t worry, you will be. Mommy’s gonna fuck you senseless, sweetheart” the older woman said as she wrapped the belt around her hand, clasping it in her fist and pulling you to your feet. “That’s my good girl” she cooed and you whimper, her words going straight to your core again and your eyes close momentarily before you hear her low laugh again. “Oh, sweetheart. Your need little cunt has made a mess on our nice velvet lounge” she teases and your eyes snap open as you turn your head and sure enough, there was a wet patch on the fabric where you were previously sitting. You blush furiously, feeling a small amount of embarrassment creeping through you before your attention is stolen by Agatha’s hand cupping your dripping pussy.

“Ah, fuck” you gasp sharply, stumbling forwards slightly as you turn your head back to face the woman in front of you who was looking at you with a salacious smirk. “You’re positively soaked, darling” she says softly and you whimper, nodding as her hand gives the belt a tug again and you keen. “Agatha” you breathe out, desperately moving your hips in an attempt to get her fingers to slip inside of you, with how wet you were, you were sure there’d be no resistance. “Uh uh, naughty girl” Agatha tuts and gives your cunt a spank causing you to yelp and your body to lift onto your tip toes and you let out a shaky breath, trying to will your heartbeat to settle in your chest. You opened your mouth to say something, though you weren’t sure exactly what, when Agatha yanked the belt, crashing your lips together and immediately slipping her tongue into your mouth. You moan against her lips and your knees threaten to buckle before she snaked an arm around your waist, holding you upright and kissed you fervently, as if she was determined to suck your soul out. “Fuck, baby…” Rio moaned from her spot on the bed but her voice was muffled in your ears from the sound of Agatha moaning into your mouth and the feeling of her free hand tangling in your hair.

You gasp when Agatha’s teeth sink into your bottom lip harshly and you swear you feel blood, the metallic taste on your tongue makes you let out an almost pornographic moan. You couldn’t help but wonder if the older woman had somehow figured out that you had a slight blood play kink. The hand tangled in your hair tugs roughly, forcing your head back and breaking the kiss as Agatha grins devilishly and you notice the crimson liquid on her lips, confirming that your lip was in fact bleeding. Your knees buckle and you feel another flood of arousal course through your body when Agatha’s tongue darts out to lick your blood from her lips. “Fuck, mommy” you whimper and don’t miss the way her eyes darken even more if possible, filling with lust at your desperate state. “Tsk, dirty girl. You like bleeding for mommy?” she hummed and you mewl at her question and before you can stop yourself, you nod your head wildly. The older woman lifts her hand to your face and you open your mouth to ask what she’s doing when she wipes her hand across your mouth, smearing the blood across your mouth, cheeks and chin. “Oh, fuck” Rio gasps and Agatha hums to herself “Red is such a pretty colour on you, baby girl” she smiled fondly at you and you whine, trying your best to clench your legs together. At this point you felt that if she didn’t touch you again soon, you’d combust right then and there.

“Please, mommy. Need you so bad” you plead, giving her your best puppy dog eyes, earning you a chuckle from the woman in front of you before she used her grip on your hair to push your head down slightly. “On your knees, sweetheart. You’re gonna deepthroat mommy’s cock so you realise just how big it is before I ruin your pretty little pussy with it” Agatha croons and you swallow and drop to your knees in front of the older woman. “Uh uh. Turn so that our naughty girl can watch all of my cock disappear in that pretty little mouth of yours” she says and you bite back a moan at her words before moving your position so that you and Agatha were parallel to the ottoman at the foot of the bed.

You watched as Agatha’s hands moved to the waistband of her pants again, undoing them before she reached a hand into them and pulled out the toy. Your eyes widened at the size of the purple strap on. You had always been bad as estimates but if you had to venture a guess, you’d say it was at least 8 inches from base to tip and at least 4 inches of girth. The thought of having Agatha’s cock hitting the back of your throat and buried to the hilt in your hungry pussy had you squirming on your spot on the floor. You grab the base of the toy and drag your tongue up it, enjoying the way Agatha’s eyes darken and she watches you attentively. She keeps the belt wrapped around her hand and her fingers tangled in your hair, just holding your head until you open your mouth, wrapping your lips around the toy and slowly inching more of the large purple cock into your mouth. “Fuck, baby” Agatha groaned above you as you take the last few inches into your mouth, your nose touching the older woman’s stomach.

You gag around her cock and she groans again, her hips bucking slightly and you moan as you feel the tip of the toy hitting the back of your throat. You pull back and gasp for air, a string of saliva connecting your mouth to the toy as your chest heaves. “Fucking hell” you hear Rio moan from the bed as Agatha shoots her a look before glancing down to you, dropping the belt from her grasp and you furrow your brows slightly in confusion. The hand that had been holding the belt moves to hold your head from under your jaw and she smirks as she feels you swallow in anticipation of what she was about to do. “Open up, baby girl. Let mommy use that pretty little mouth of yours. Wanna fuck your mouth so bad, baby” she croons and you whine, doing everything you can to clench your thighs together tighter, the need between your legs becoming unbearable. You obey her orders and open your mouth, staring up at her through your lashes as she smiles fondly down at you.

“That’s my good girl” her praise makes you moan for a moment before she uses her grip on your head to slides your mouth back and forth on the toy. “God, baby. Your mouth feels so good on my dick” Agatha moans and you whimper, tears beginning to form in your eyes as she begins losing herself, bucking her hips forward and she began fucking your throat. You felt the fire in the pit of your stomach growing hotter and wilder at the effect you were having on the woman above you. The way that she was using your mouth for her own pleasure had you feeling that familiar tightness in your stomach and you couldn’t help but wonder if it was even possible to cum without being touched. You gag around the toy and Agatha lets out another low groan at the sound, looking down at you “You look so fucking pretty with mommy’s cock in your mouth, pet. Taking it all like such a good girl for me” she coos. Her hand on your jaw moves slightly and her thumb begins stroking your cheek softly as you sigh with a small whine at the tender action as she continued fucking your throat.

“Just like that. God, I can’t wait to stretch out your cunt with my big cock. Mommy’s gonna ruin you, baby” Agatha moans, throwing her head back and holding your head down on her cock, your nose pressing into her stomach as she groans and ruts her hips against your face. The combination of her holding you down on her cock and her words send you tumbling over the edge and your hips begin rocking back and forth, fucking nothing as your orgasm crashes over you. You moan around the toy and you feel her hand tighten in your hair “Fuuuck” Rio moans and Agatha head lifts and she looks down at you, her mouth falling open as her eyes widen and she watches you gyrate your hips. Your eyes meet hers and you see the realisation flash through her eyes as she continues stroking your cheek with her thumb before slowly pulling the toy out of your mouth and you gasp, desperate to catch your breath.

“Did you just…without--?” Rio asks from her spot on the bed and you feel your cheeks and chest flush in embarrassment, dropping your gaze to your lap before you feel the belt around your throat tighten again and you whimper as it’s tugged, forcing you to look up at Agatha. “Without permission? Tsk, naughty girl” she says and you avoid her gaze, looking anywhere else you can with the limited control you have before she pulls the belt again, pulling you to your feet. “Having a hard time asking for my permission tonight, aren’t you kitten?” she hums and you whine at the new pet name, normally you despised that pet name with a passion but hearing it come from Agatha had you clenching around nothing. “Oh, you like that?” she asks, eyes shining at your reaction and you bite your lip, blushing once again and internally cursing yourself for being so transparent around the two women.

“Come” you follow as Agatha guides you to follow her with the belt. You walk behind her as she guides you to the arm of the chaise lounge and removes the belt from around your neck before placing a few soft kisses across your throat. “Good girl” she praises and you sigh, closing your eyes momentarily at her words “But—” your eyes open again and you look at her as she folds the belt in half in her hands, holding the two ends together. “You were also naughty and got off without mommy’s permission. So now, you’re going to bend over this couch and I’m going to give you 8 spanks with my belt. And you both are going to count out every one for mistress, okay?” Agatha says and you clench again at her words as you look at Rio and the two of you nod. “Yes, Mistress” you both say and Agatha hums, satisfied “Good. Count” she says and you yelp when the leather strap collides with your ass “One” Rio and you say before the belt strikes your other cheek. “Two” you say, feeling tears fill your eyes again from the pain and your hands grip the sides of the cushions, fighting to rock your hips against the arm of the couch for any semblance of friction as the pain gives way to pleasure.

Agatha continues your punishment, alternating sides to swat with each strike. “Eight. Thank you, mommy” you whimper weakly, a small sob escaping your mouth before feeling Agatha’s hand gently rubbing over your screaming skin, soothing the pain. “Shh, you did so good for me, darling” she coos and pulls you to your feet, turning you around to face her and placing a soft kiss on your forehead. “My good girl, are you alright?” she says tentatively and you nod “Green. C-Can you fuck me now?” you ask and her eyes darken again and she gives you a wicked grin. “Anything for my pretty girl. One second” she nods before grabbing her phone and tapping the screen and you’re startled when an almost pornographic moan tears its way from Rio’s throat behind you. You turn and hear the machine she was straddling beginning to make noise and you barely see the dildo buried inside of her pussy moving as she began rocking her hips against the toy.

“Now, every time you get close to coming, I’m going to slow that machine all the way down. You’re going to feel the same level of torture as I did when you stripped off in my office and had our little toy’s fingers knuckle deep in your greedy, bratty little cunt” Agatha sneered and Rio whimpered at her words. “F-fuck. Mommy, I’m sorry” she whined and Agatha chuckled “It’s too late for sorry, mi amor” she said and tapped the screen again causing Rio to scream, grinding wildly against the toy. Your attention is snapped back to Agatha when her hands grabbed your thighs and she lifted your legs causing you to fall backwards onto the couch with a soft thud and a gasp. You watched as she kicked her pants off and climbed over the arm of the lounge, crawling towards you like a wild animal before situating herself between your legs. Your eyes stayed locked with hers as she reached down between your bodies and grabbed the strap on, dragging it up and down your slit before sliding just the tip into you. “Oh, my god. More, please” you gasp softly and she hums lowly resting her forehead against yours, staring deep into your eyes as she thrust her hips forward, burying the entire length into your cunt.

“Oh fuck! Agatha!” you let out an uncontrollable moan, your arms wrapping around her back and pulling her body flush against yours, her head falling down against your shoulder. You scrape your nails down her back causing her to hiss in your ear before she attached her lips to your neck, sucking the soft skin there, marking you just as you were marking her. “Fuck, baby girl. Wish I could feel how you’re clenching around my cock. Wanna feel your wet cunt taking every inch of mommy’s dick” Agatha murmured against your neck and began fucking you with a steady pace as your back arched, your cunt clenching around her at the image her words painted in your mind. “Fuck, Aggie” Rio breathed out and Agatha lifted her head, looking at her wife before reaching for her phone and tapping the screen, the sounds of the machine dying down and becoming quickly drowned out by Rio’s whining. “Mistress, please. I’m sorry! I won’t ever do it again!” Rio pleaded and you couldn’t help but moan at her words as you stretched around Agatha’s cock with each thrust, feeling so full of the older woman, the thought alone had you seeing stars. Agatha chuckled lowly and shook her head “No can do, mi vida. You need to learn your lesson” Agatha said, ending her comment with a grunt as she gave a particularly rough thrust with the last word of her sentence and you knew she meant that you had to learn your lesson as well. Do not fuck with Agatha Harkness. “Shit!” you gasp, panting as your nails rake up and down her back and the lounge shakes with each thrust as Agatha controls the machine again, upping the settings before lowering her head to kiss your neck again.

“Do you like that, baby?” Agatha asks as you groan, feeling as though the air was being fucked out of your lungs by her large cock as your body worked to adjust to the size. “It hurts” you breathe out and Agatha lifts her head to look down at you “Okay baby, but that wasn’t the question” she says lowly and you moan at her words, knowing she would stop in an instant if you told her to or if you used your safe word. You had been in the play room once before but you only spectated while wearing a pair of vibrating panties that the couple had gifted you, insisting you just wanted to watch them and how they interacted and fucked in the play room. How different it was to their bedroom. And before you had even entered the room, the couple had made you choose a safe word, explaining that as soon as you stepped foot in the room, whether you used it or not, the safe word was necessary and in effect. You had hesitated, struggling to pick a safe word for a minute before Rio offered you the option of the traffic light system. Green for go or keep going, yellow to ease up and red to stop. “Green?” Agatha prompts, pulling you from your thoughts and you nod “Green. M-More, please” you say and she grins, happily obliging and fucking into you harder as she leaned down and began biting and sucking hickeys into your skin. Red marks littering across your neck, collarbones, chest and breasts before Agatha pulled back to admire her work.

“You look so beautiful all marked up for me. All mine” Agatha says with a low growl and you feel your second orgasm fast approaching from the almost animalistic way Agatha was fucking you. So primal, so possessive, so jealous. You were sure your ass was going to be bruised tomorrow and that you would have hickeys over your neck and chest for days to come. “All hers” you thought to yourself and grabbed the back of her neck, pulling her face to yours and leaning up slightly, crashing your lips against hers as the two of you moaned uncontrollably. The air between the two of you thick with tension, lust and sex as she fucked you like a mad woman. You had never seen this side of her but you very well could get used to it. You had never felt such sexual euphoria before, such unbridled desire. You only wished Rio was with the two of you, riding your face or something as her wife impaled you in the best way with her cock. The thought of eating Rio’s cunt as Agatha fucked you had your fast approaching orgasm causing your entire body to tremble. You fight with your body to stave off your climax, not wanting this feeling to end, revelling in the closeness with Agatha and the desperation of all three of you filling the room.

Agatha keeps fucking into you, snapping her hips against yours as she occasionally glances to Rio and adjusts the controls. You swear that you hear Rio actually sobbing from being edged like this and you think that Agatha must have stopped her wife from orgasming at least half a dozen times by now. You couldn’t even imagine how Rio felt right now, you’d probably be in tears too and so unbelievably sensitive by this point. You thought about Rio’s clit for a moment, closing your eyes you remembered feeling it throb against your tongue just a few hours ago as you fucked her in Agatha’s office. You tilted your head back against the cushion, trying to steal a look at Rio as you heard her moaning uncontrollably from behind you. You could only see the top of her head; her eyebrows were knitted together and you could see a slight sheen of sweat on her forehead and you moan as your mind fills in the blanks of what the rest of her face must look like right now.

You moved your gaze back to Agatha when you felt her take your nipple between her teeth and giving it a tug. “Fuck!” you hiss, inhaling sharply as your body arched up off the couch cushions and one of your hands moved to tangle in Agatha’s unruly mane of hair. It was one of your favourite things, feeling her hair between your fingers. She had such beautiful, thick hair. Both you and Rio usually toyed with her hair when you were anxious or stimming and she was more than happy to offer her hair to help you both soothe your nerves. You felt Agatha move her hand to scratch down the valley between your breasts as she circled your nipple with her tongue, soothing the pain from her teeth. Glancing down to your chest, you saw four already reddening scratch marks forming on your chest from her nails. You watched, rapt as she moved her attention to your other breast and continued toying with her phone, teasing her wife. You felt yourself weakening, unable to fight off your orgasm any longer and whimpered, your hips bucking up in an attempt to meet Agatha’s thrusts and she growled as your bodies moved together.

“Please” you gasp as you feel the coil in the pit of your stomach winding impossibly tighter as Agatha continues fucking her cock into you, lifting her hand to wrap around your throat, not applying pressure but just holding it. “Are you asking for permission to cum?” she hums and you nod frantically “Then ask properly, kitten” she says firmly as she squeezes your throat and moves her free hand to rest on your lower abdomen, pressing down. “Fuck! Please may I cum, mommy?” you whimper, consciously focusing on forcing yourself not to climax without permission. Agatha chuckles darkly, adding pressure around your throat and you feel her nails digging into your skin ever so slightly “That’s my good girl. Cum on mommy’s cock, baby” the older woman purrs and you clench your eyes shut tightly as the coil in your stomach snaps and your body writhes beneath her. “Uh uh, eyes open. Look at me while you cum for me, baby” Agatha coaxes and you force your eyes open, your gaze locking with hers as she continues pressing on your abdomen and reaches her thumb down to rub your clit. “Oh fuck! Mommy!” you cry out and she gives you a wolfish grin “There you go, baby. Fuck, you look so pretty when you cum for me. Mommy’s sweet girl” she coos, her praise going straight to your cunt as you clench around her cock, your body convulsing as she continues fucking you through your orgasm.

Your body is still trembling from aftershocks when Agatha pulls the toy out of you and you whimper at the sudden emptiness, your walls clenching around nothing as Agatha grabs your hips roughly. “Come here” she grunts and pulls you into a sitting position before flipping you over onto your stomach causing you to let out a yelp in surprise at the repositioning. “Ass up” Agatha ordered, giving your ass a spank as you bite back a moan and obey, pulling your knees up under you and pushing your ass up into the air, arching your back and earning you a moan from the woman behind you. “You’re so fucking perfect, baby” she sighed and dragged the tip of her cock through your slit, your body jerking as she circled your clit with the toy. “S-sensitive” you mewl “Oh, I know, sweetheart” Agatha rasps in a soft voice before pushing the toy back into your quivering cunt “God—Agatha” you whimper, nails digging into the arm of the couch as your head falls forward and you feel Agatha trailing soft kisses down your spine. “You’re taking me so well, my good girl” she hummed against your back, giving you a moment to adjust around her again before she began thrusting her cock into you again.

Your body rocked forward with each thrust and moans fell from your lips left, right and centre as the older woman fucked your still sensitive pussy. “F-fuck” you mutter under your breath, resting your forehead against the cushions of the couch before you feel Agatha’s hand slide around your body and she grabs your jaw, lifting your head. “Look at our helpless little slut, baby” you lifted your gaze until it met Rio’s as she squirmed on the riding fuck machine that she was straddling, mewls and moans falling from her mouth uncontrollably. “Aggie, please” Rio whined as you noticed her wrists wiggling against the ropes suspending her arms above her head “Tell her how good it feels, pretty girl” Agatha encourages you as she nibbles your earlobe and you let out a shaky breath. “Oh god. Feels so good, mommy. Filling me up and fucking me so good. F-fuck, I love being so full of your cock, stretching me out so good” you moan as Agatha chuckles lowly in your ear and picks up her pace, fucking into you faster and rougher. You curse and your nails dig into the couch again, the room filling with the sounds of skin slapping against skin, your moans, Rio’s whimpers and Agatha’s grunting and you feel your third orgasm quickly approaching.

“Fuckfuck, I’m gonna—” you gasp “Gonna cum again already, sweetheart? Go ahead, give mommy another one. Make our desperate little slut watch as you cum on my cock again while she’s over there squirming, soaking that toy, wishing we were touching her. God, look at her. Absolutely pathetic, crying for one of us to touch and fuck her greedy little cunt. Cum for mommy, my pretty little sluts” Agatha sneered and you heard the click of her nails on her phone screen, controlling the toy Rio was straddling. The attached dildo thrusting into her faster, you watched her kneel up straight, squealing as you began clawing at the couch, desperate for something to hold onto as your orgasm crashed over you and you felt as though it threw you twenty feet into the air. “Fuck! Agatha!” you and Rio both moan as your bodies shake uncontrollably and Agatha laughs wickedly as the two of you fall apart because of her. Her thrusts become almost frenzied as she grunts and pants with exertion “Fuck, gonna cum” she moaned and you fought the overstimulation to fuck yourself back onto her cock in an attempt to ensure the harness hit her clit. “Oh, fuck, baby! Just like that, shitshitshit” she moaned and you felt her thighs trembling against yours as she let out a yell and continues fucking you through both of your orgasms and controlling the machine fucking her wife as the air of the room became thick with the smell of sex and Agatha slowed her thrusts until she stilled. Her cock fully sheathed inside of you as you collapsed onto the couch, panting and your skin slick from sweat from being fucked so relentlessly.

You gasp when she pulls the toy from you, leaving you empty once again before she leaned down and trailed soft kisses up and down your spine again. “You did so good for mommy, my pretty girl. Why don’t you go help Rio, hm? Take the spreader bar off of her and help her off of the fuck machine. Keep her wrists tied though and lay her down for me, baby” Agatha says softly and you nod, still trying to steady your breathing. “Yes, mommy” you murmur, getting up from the chaise and on shaky legs, you walk over to the bed as Agatha tapped her phone screen and the machine stops its movements as Rio inhales sharply as if finally catching her breath. You stand beside the bed and grab the keys to the spreader bar from the bedside table and unlock the padlocks from the cuffs, setting them aside before undoing the cuffs and removing the bar, setting it on the ottoman at the foot of the bed.

You reached for the older woman’s now freed ankles and gently massaged your way up and down her ankles and calves, smiling softly at the relief and at finally being touched, even just like this. You give her ass a light pat and walk to kneel one leg in front of her on the bed, leaning up to manoeuvre your head in the space between her arms so that they were wrapped around your neck. She smiles at you and you return the gesture as you fix your posture, straightening up and using your body to lift her arms from the hook the rope was suspended on, allowing her arms to move and her body to be lifted from the toy. “Fuck, so much better” she sighs and you hum softly as you place your hands on her waist and lift her slightly to reposition her and gently lie her down on the mattress. You remove her arms from around your neck and she whines softly at the loss of contact as you set the machine aside on the bedside table.

“Are you okay?” you ask her softly and she nods with a small hum as you sit on the edge of the bed beside her and grab her arms, gently massaging them as best as you could around the restraints. “Are you?” she asks and you chuckle lightly and nod “She really knows what she’s doing with that thing, huh?” you muse and Rio laughs “She sure does” she nods and you both laugh amongst yourselves for a moment. “Something funny?” Agatha’s voice asks from behind you and you turn to look at the opposite side of the bed where she was standing and you notice that she was now fully nude, having stripped herself of the toy and harness at some point while you were tending to Rio. Your eyes immediately fell to her newly exposed bush, your mouth watering at the sight of her arousal glistening in the hairs. “Fuck” both you and Rio moan softly “That’s the plan” Agatha smirked and you couldn’t help but lick your lips as she placed one knee on the bed, the new position giving you a perfect look at the pale skin of her inner thighs. Biting back another moan you notice the arousal that had dripped from her core and spread across her thighs. Goddamn it, she’s so fucking hot.

“Get down between her legs, darling” Agatha says to you and you swallow, quickly obeying as you shifted your position on the bed and situated yourself between Rio’s legs, spreading her open for you to see. You can’t help but gasp at the sight of her soaked, swollen cunt. “Fuck, princesa. You’re soaked” you moan and glance up to see Rio’s bottom lip between her teeth as she whimpers and nods, gasping when you blow some cool air onto her pussy. Her legs quiver momentarily as you look up at Agatha expectantly. “Oh, are you waiting for your next instructions, pet? Hm? You need guidance from mommy?” she coos and your breath hitches at her tone as you nod “You are in control, aren’t you, mommy?” you say with a slightly teasing tone, which Agatha does not take well. She lets out a low growl and grabs a fistful of your hair “Shut up and eat her cunt, you pathetic little cumslut brat” she snarls and moves your head so that your mouth is on her wife’s still sensitive pussy.

“Fuck!” Rio cried out before obscene moans fell from her lips left and right “That’s right, baby. Give her everything you’ve got” Agatha encourages as Rio’s thighs clench around your head before you place your hands on her knees and force her legs apart. “S-so sensitive. Mamita, please” Rio whimpered as you looked up at her, watching the two women intently before you saw Agatha grab her wife’s still bound wrists and pin them against the pillows above her head. “Shh, be a good slut and stick out your tongue for mommy” the blue-eyed beauty said in a low, raspy tone that made both you and Rio clench at the sound before Rio opened her mouth, sticking out her flattened tongue. “Good girl” Agatha hummed and moved to straddle her wife’s head before lowering herself onto the ready and waiting tongue, throwing her head back with a moan as she began grinding down against Rio’s face. Desperate to make Agatha feel how good you were making her wife feel, you moved your attention to Rio’s clit, wrapping your lips around it and sucking as you moved your hand and pushed two fingers inside of her with ease. Moaning against her and feeling her thighs shake at the vibrations you hear Rio’s muffled moans before your ears are filled with the sweet sound of Agatha’s raspy moans.

“Shit, yes! Just like that” she groaned and you curled your fingers inside of Rio’s warm and wet cunt, feeling her walls flutter around your digits as you continued sucking and flicking your tongue across her clit. Earning yourself more and more muffled moans from the woman beneath you as she writhed on the bed beneath you and her wife, her hips bucking up against your face before you shifted your free hand to her hip. Pushing her hips back down against the bed, you dug your nails into them and heard a sharp gasp that turned into a whimper and you added enough pressure to ensure there would be crescent sharped indentations in her skin the next day. “Fuck, right there. Yes. You’re doing so good, my perfect little fucktoys. Gonna make mommy cum all over your face. Gonna drench your pretty little face with my cum” Agatha babbled, rocking her hips back and forth on Rio’s face. Her words had Rio’s walls clenching and fluttering around your fingers as you slid a third inside of her, curling them perfectly against the spot inside her that turned her to putty in your hands. “Fuck! Mommy, baby, so good” Rio mumbled as you grazed your teeth against her clit and that was all it took for her to go tumbling over the edge with Agatha following shortly behind. Both of their bodies rutting wildly together, chasing their highs as you fucked Rio through her orgasm, keeping the same pace and circling her clit with your tongue as Agatha’s body slumped forward and she came down from her high.

You slowed your pace and moved to kiss and suck a couple of hickeys into Rio’s thighs before leaning up slightly and running your tongue along the marks from your fingernails and giving a soft kiss to the reddened skin there. Agatha tried to catch her breath as you pulled your fingers from Rio’s pussy and leaned down to lap up the rest of her sweet nectar, chuckling against her when you heard her hiss and felt her legs shaking around your head. Agatha moved from on top of her wife and untied her wrists, massaging them for a moment before Rio’s hands found their way to the tops of your shoulders, nails scratching harshly at the skin there, her head lifting to look down at you between her legs. “Fuck! Baby, please! S-so fucking sensitive” she sobbed, pushing at your shoulders and you relent, pulling away and smirking as she fell back against the mattress, shuddering and you moved up the bed to lie between the two women, pulling the blanket over the three of you.

“What did we learn, my sweet girls?” Agatha asked as all three of your naked bodies entangled with each other and hands were everywhere, gently stroking each other’s skin. “Not to tease mommy while she’s at work” Rio says with a small sigh before Agatha pinched at your ass firmly, eliciting a sharp gasp “Not to bury my fingers in your wife’s cunt when you’re in a meeting” you say with a playful tone which earns you a low growl from Agatha. She gave your cunt a spank and you yelped, your body jolting at the harsh action “Shit! I-I’m sorry” you whimper and she hums “That’s better” she nods before pressing a kiss to your temple and grabbing Rio’s hand, lifting it to her lips and placing a gentle kiss on the back of it. “Where the hell were you two all my life?” you murmur as the two women chuckle and the three of you fall into a peaceful slumber intertwined together with no place any of you would rather be.

[bunniebubbleswrites]

Can I request a fluffy Rio x Reader fic where the reader confesses their love for Rio while they think she’s asleep? Thanks!

A Movie and A Confession

Rio Vidal x F! reader

A/N: This is my first time writing for Rio so this is going to be a short one but I still had a lot of fun writing it! I hope you enjoy anon! Warnings/Tags: None just fluff Words: 513 Summary: Rio comes home late again from work and after dinner, you both decided to end your night with a movie. Rio being tired from work, falls alseep on your shoulder or so you think.

Rio came home late again. It was normal with her line of work, being a cop. She places her gun, badge and keys on the table near the front door.

"Hey hon, how was work?" You asked your girlfriend as she walked into the kitchen, her hands shoved deep in her pockets. Rio let out a sigh and leaned against the counter.

"That bad, huh?" You let out a laugh as you bend down to open the oven. You pull your famous home-made brownies out of the oven and set them down on the counter. Rio went to reach for one but you slapped her hand away.

"After dinner." You pull off your apron and set it on the counter across from the brownies. "I made spaghetti and garlic bread." You pull Rio towards the dinning table, a smile gracing her lips.

You both sit at the dinning table tucked away into a corner, both making small talk about your days.

You both talked well after your plates were empty and the brownies sat half eaten on the table as you washed the plates. Rio's arms were wrapped around your waist and her face was nuzzled into her neck.

"Hey hon." Your voice is light and Rio responds with a mumble, her voice making vibrations that tickle your neck resulting in you letting out a small giggle. "How about you go put on a movie. I'll be done in a little bit."

Rio groans at having to leave you, but you just laugh. It's been so long since the both you just sat and spent time with each other. You throw a bag of popcorn in the microwave and finish drying the dishes.

You walk into the small living room of your shared apartment, a bowl of popcorn in your hands. Rio is still scrolling through Netflix trying to settle on a movie for you both to watch.

"Scooch." You walk around to the front of the couch as Rio moves over from the center. You settle down next to her and Rio pulls a throw blakent from off the the back of the couch and drapes it over the both of you. You set the popcorn bowl down in between the two of you and curl into Rio's side.

You watch Rio scroll through the movies for the next minute or two until she finally settles on ' 10 things I hate about you.'

You stared at the screen for the first 30 minutes until you feel Rio's head drop onto your shoulder. You glance over to see your girlfriend asleep on your shoulder and a smile graces you lips.

"God, I love you so much." You rest your head against hers and turn your attention back to the screen.

"I love you too." Rio replies, you look at her eyes wide open and stutter. You thought she had been asleep.

That smug smile at you adore so much graces her lips. Rio places a chaste kiss on your lips and you both settle back in, eventually falling asleep in each other arms.

[ifnotlovepersevering]

Spared (Agatha Harkness x Reader)

Summary: Agatha can’t resist herself when you ask her to take you to the Road

Warnings: NSFW, naive!reader, deceptive!agatha, mentions of alcohol, thigh riding (R), oral sex (both receiving), fingering, pet names, minors DNI

A/N: quick and dirty fic i wrote in like a day, inspired by a suggestion from @agathas-wife !

NSFW Tag List: @evilangels-stuff @riobutnotthebirb @academiagaymess @musicalmemesandstuff @shinkomiii @vintagegoddess12 @agnessharknes @jesterofrohan @agathaharknessslut @nickalpatel @junaika21

GIF Credit: @hauntinglesbian

As soon as she laid eyes on you, Agatha knew she had to have you.

You, with your alluring eyes, standing out from the rest of the crowd. You, that’d came to find her after the show. You, who all but begged her to take you to the Witches’ Road that she sang about onstage.

You wanted to go on the Road to recover a destroyed family spell book, you’d explained. You weren’t unique in this request, of course. For years Agatha had been luring in witches with the promise of a journey on the Road to receive what they most desire. The witch had collected a fair share of bodies through this scheme of hers.

But she had no wish to drain you of your powers like she did everyone else. A pretty thing like you didn’t deserve that fate, she was sure. As Agatha led you and the makeshift coven out into a field, she leaned in close to you. “Don’t do what they do.” She whispered quickly, before resuming her position at the front of the group. You looked at her, confused, but her face told you not to ask questions.

Agatha began the speech she’d recited many times before. She smiled at the admiration across your face, your girlish wonder exciting her. You couldn’t help it, you found her captivating. She was still wearing her stage getup, and the leather outfit combined with her tousled hair meant she had your undivided attention.

All of you listened intently before singing the song you all knew by heart. But at the end, no door emerged. You could feel the crush of disappointment and you saw Agatha’s mouth twist into a scowl. “Never have I met such a useless coven of witches.”

Her clear disdain stung, and you could tell the other witches were getting upset. “Come on,” Agatha growled. “Did you learn your craft from the Bible?”

Hands began glowing as the other witches’ anger rose from her jibes. Agatha caught your eye and shook her head almost imperceptibly, and you held off on bringing forth your own magic.

Colourful beams of energy began hitting Agatha, but the witch seemed to be undisturbed. The intensity of the magic hitting her increased, and she stretched out her arms as if she was taking it in. You hardly registered what was happening before the rest of the witches slumped to the ground, their lifeless husks at your feet.

You gasped in horror, looking down at the once-alive witches. “How did that- Did you-?”

Agatha feigned her own disappointment as she closed the gap between the two of you. “It’s so unfortunate but this happens sometimes.” She sighed, shaking her head. “The Road can be fickle, and witches aren’t patient creatures. I’ve had to learn to be defensive, Y/N.”

Agatha eyed you, trying to gauge your reaction, as your expression morphed from fear to sadness. Seeing you like this only fuelled her desire, and she smirked to herself as she wrapped an arm around you.

“Why don’t we get away from this, hm?” She asked. You nodded, and with a wave of her hand you two were in what you figured was her trailer.

Agatha motioned for you to sit on the couch as she poured a glass of liquor for the both of you. You accepted gratefully before downing it, wincing slightly at the burn.

“I’m sorry about earlier, doll. I’m trying to improve the ability to conjure the Road…but until then, it’s what I have to do.” Agatha studied your face, her gaze catching on the pout of your lips.

You grabbed her hand in yours and gave it a squeeze. “That must be so difficult.”

“Yes,” Agatha put on a frown. “So difficult.” Ever the actress, she willed her eyes to brim with tears.

“Oh, Agatha,” your expression was plain sympathy, and it took everything in Agatha to not cackle at how easy this was. “I’m so sorry.” You leaned in to give the older witch a hug. Agatha could feel desire coiling within her as she wrapped her arms around you, breathing in your scent.

As you pulled away from the hug, Agatha brought a hand up to brush hair away from your face. Her fingers came to rest on your chin lightly, forcing you to hold her intense gaze. “Don’t be sorry, pretty girl.”

Slowly, she brought her mouth to yours and you found yourself sinking into the kiss. Agatha’s lips were hungry, dominating, and you moaned when her tongue slipped into your mouth.

Agatha pulled away suddenly, and she revelled in how you leaned in, chasing the feeling of her lips. She stood up and sauntered over to the bed at the other end of the trailer, dropping the leather jacket she was wearing to the floor. She continued stripping her clothes as she climbed onto the bed. Settling herself between the pillows, she looked at you expectantly. “Coming, doll?”

You felt your breathing quicken as you made your way over to her naked form, illuminated softly by the lights on her vanity. Before you could get on the bed, Agatha stopped you. “Ah, ah,” she tutted, motioning with her hand for you to take off your clothes.

Heat rose in your cheeks as you began stripping your clothes off for her. You could see Agatha watching intently, lips parted, as you pulled your panties down your legs before unclasping your bra.

Agatha hummed in approval as you crawled towards her before straddling her lap. Her mouth met yours again, hungrily, and both of your moans filled the small space. She maneuvered under you so that you were straddling one of her legs now, and you groaned at the pressure against your bare pussy.

“Oh,” Agatha smirked as you began grinding down onto her thigh, your slick slowly dripping out of you. “Feels good doesn’t it bunny?”

Biting your lip, you nodded furiously. “Use your words.” Agatha said, grabbing your chin to force your mouth open.

“Yes,” you cried out. “Feels so good.”

Agatha began trailing wet kisses along your jaw. You felt her lick a stripe along your neck with her tongue before she made her way to your tits. Eagerly, she sucked and nibbled at your nipple, using her hand to pinch the other. Agatha looked up at you and could tell you were close. “Come for me, baby. Come on my thigh.”

You groaned as waves of pleasure rocked through you, and you brought your mouth back down to Agatha’s. The older witch moaned, and her hands gripped your waist as she guided you so that you were under her now.

Agatha began trailing kisses down your stomach, her tongue lazily drawing circles as she made her way to your center. Between your thighs, she nearly drooled at the sight of your glistening folds. She traced a finger along them, brushing your clit gently, laughing when you hissed. “Mm, don’t say you’re too sensitive for me now, bunny.”

Unable to hold herself back any longer, Agatha buried her face between your legs. Her tongue ran through your folds, collecting your juices. She hummed as she savoured the taste, your taste, before she slid two fingers into you and began pumping them in and out. “Fuck,” you groaned, the added sensation fuelling the pleasure building inside you.

Agatha marvelled at how your walls squeezed around her digits. Your moans were getting louder, and she wrapped her free arm over your hips, which were beginning to buck up against her. Her tongue swirled over and around your clit, and she picked up a pattern of sucking it into her mouth and releasing.

“Agatha,” you moaned. The older witch’s piercing gaze held yours as you came undone, your back arching off the bed. Agatha’s grip was strong and she held you in place while you rode out the waves of pleasure, her mouth not leaving your center.

As you came down from your high, Agatha moved up from between your legs. But before she could bask in the satisfaction of making you come again, you were straddling her.

“Up for round three already, pretty girl?” Agatha grinned from underneath you. You answered by meeting her mouth with yours, savouring the flavour of your juices. “I need to taste you,” you mumbled against her lips.

You helped her move onto her stomach so that her back was now to you. Agatha moaned softly as you trailed your tongue down her neck sloppily, your lips leaving marks behind. Your hand snaked its way down over her ass to her center, where you rubbed a finger through her folds before pushing it in.

Agatha grunted underneath you at the feeling of your fingers filling her aching hole. Her hands gripped the sheets as you slowly moved your fingers in and out. Your mouth continued its ministrations on the sensitive skin of her neck before nibbling at her ear lobe.

“Oh,” Agatha groaned as you quickened the pace of your fingers. You could feel her slick gathering on your hand as the sound of your fingers pumping into her filled the room. “God, yes, baby.”

You felt her walls clench around you as she came, but you were relentless. Before she could relax you were between her legs, arms under her hips to prop her onto all fours.

“F-fuck,” Agatha groaned when your tongue made contact with her folds. You slurped up her juices, probing her opening with your tongue before flicking her clit. Agatha’s face was pushed into the pillows, her back arched, as you circled her clit before sucking it into your mouth.

You felt her hand reach back and grip your hair, shoving your face deeper into her pussy. “Right there, don’t stop- agh, good, good girl.” Agatha cried out as her orgasm shook through her body.

Both of you panting, you collapsed next to her on the pillows. Agatha clasped your face, bringing you in for a deep kiss, her tongue gathering the remnants of her juices from your lips.

“Maybe I could help you,” you mumbled softly.

Agatha smirked. “Oh you’ve helped me plenty, doll.”

“No,” you giggled. “With the Road. I could try and help you in conjuring it.”

“Oh,” Agatha’s eyebrows raised. She’d nearly forgotten about that whole thing. “Yes, you’d be a huge help.” She grinned.

Was it wrong to lie to you? Maybe. But Agatha would be damned if she let morals get in the way of keeping you by her side.

[swiftdove]

collateral damage

pairing: rio vidal x agatha harkness x fem!reader

summary: after being stranded by your ex-lovers, you've found a new life, hoping to finally move on. unfortunately, fate just doesn't seem to be on your side.

content: angst, allusions to smut, sapphic yearning

a/n: i'm obsessed to say the least

You should've known.

From the moment Agatha stepped foot into your pitiful excuse of a store, you should've slammed the door shut. For years, you'd been reeling from the wounds inflicted by your so-called lover. If you could even call her that. Never, did she once, refer to you as anything other than her 'pet'.

You supposed the name was fitting. You were practically a dog, groveling at the ground she walked on. Hoping, begging, praying, dying that she wouldn't leave. 

Then, without a trace, she vanished from your life, set on her next twisted mission. You had simply been a means to an end, a brief footnote in her life. 

It didn't help that the only other person you cared about, Rio, had followed in Agatha's absence. They'd left you alone, desperately trying to piece together the shattered remains of what you once had. 

Sometimes, you wondered. You wondered if they ever felt guilty about what they did, and if they ever thought of you from time to time. Then, you scolded yourself for even daring to believe that the Agatha Harkness and Rio Vidal would have the time of day to care about you. You had drowned in that pit of self-deprecation for years, slowly re-learning how to live without them. 

And just as you thought you were finally free, the wretched witch came back, pulling you back under her spell. If it were anyone else, you would have said 'no'. But it wasn't just 'anyone else'. It was Agatha. You weren't sure where this sick, borderline-obsessive love for her came from. You had left it to depreciate in the back of your mind, where you would have preferred for it to have stayed.

Unfortunately, Agatha had had other plans.

It was stupid. You hated yourself for it.  You hated that tiny spark that you felt when she said your name, that familiar warmth in your chest when she came close. You would've given anything to stop the feeling.

If only Agatha knew. Throughout her long, melodramatic speech about the rewards of The Road, all you could do was stare at her in disbelief. The promise of being with her, even if it were for a short while, was enough to have convinced you. If you had known, back then, that Rio would have been joining you, you would have eagerly accepted the offer without hesitating.

But then again, time had cast a golden glow over your past relationships. You hadn't remembered how unwanted you had felt in their presence, how much they hadn't cared about you.

Sat around the warmth heat of the fireplace, your gaze lay wistfully on the two women. Situated across from them, you felt more distant to them than you had when you were alone.

"I have a scar," Rio suddenly spoke, glancing over at the coven.

"No, you don't," Agatha shot back, almost instantly. 

Your ears perked, waiting for Rio's next words.

"Yes, I do," Rio replied, glancing over at Agatha, her solemn gaze worth a thousand unspoken words. It was their dynamic, their silent conversations, that left you feeling like a second-choice. The feeling settled into the pit of your stomach, which you desperately tried to keep from coming back up.

"A long time ago, I loved someone." Rio shot another pointed look at Agatha. "And I had to do something that I did not wanna do, even though it was my job. And it hurt them. She is my scar."

If you had the choice to go deaf right there and then, you would have chosen it immediately. Although, you knew it wouldn't stop the sharp pain you felt in your heart. Seeing them together was enough. 

"I have to go stretch my legs," Agatha said, walking away.

Just like she used to walk away from every problem in her life. Like she did with you.

You couldn't bear it. One more second in their presence, and you were sure you would have thrown up.

"Same," you replied quietly, walking in the opposition direction to your past lover. 

It was only until the warmth of the fire was long gone, that you felt the tears sliding down your cheeks. 

Breaking down into sobs, you brought your knees to your chest, burying your head inside. You shouldn't have come. You should have said no. 

It seemed as though fate was constantly punishing you, tugging at your heartstrings until they threatened to break. You hated that a part of you wanted to hurt them. Just enough, so that you too would have left a scar. But you knew you couldn't do it. You wouldn't. Not after they shared, so intimately, their past with you, letting you devour every fiber of their being.

You knew why they were the way that they were. That's why it hurt so much to watch them, again and again, fall victim to their pasts. That's why you could never leave, knowing how much pain they had endured, knowing that their wounds ran too deep to ever heal.

Sympathy was a knife, stabbed straight into your back when they left you to dry.

"You good?"

You'd been so deep in your emotions, you hadn't noticed the dark shadow looming over you. Swiveling around, you were met with a pair of manic brown eyes.

"Rio," you exhaled, quickly wiping away your tears. "Yeah, I'm fine."

Rio shook her head softly, pushing her tongue against her right cheek. Her fingers trailed up your leg, sending shivers down your spine. 

"Come on, now," she lulled. "You never were much of a good liar."

"Maybe I've changed," you replied sharply, pulling away from her touch.

Rio's grip tightened, her fingernails digging into your thigh. "Maybe you have," she replied dismissively. "Is that why you never called?"

You scoffed, turning away from her piercing stare. "No. We're not doing this - this wasn't my fault. You and Agatha left without saying a word to me. Call me crazy for assuming you were done with me."

"Now there's the Y/N I know," Rio bit back. "Always jumping to conclusions."

You rolled your eyes at her. "What does it matter anyways? You seem perfectly fine without me. I didn't seem to have left a scar."

"Is that what this is about?" Rio questioned, a taunting grin tugging at her lips.

You refused to dignify her question with an answer.

"Aww, was our little baby feeling left out?"

A mocking, cruel voice rang out in the air, one that you knew all too well.

"Fuck off, Agatha," you snapped. You were hardly in the mood to deal with her heartless jests tonight.

"Someone's forgotten their manners," Agatha remarked, her voice laced with venom. 

Rio chuckled, her grip still deathly tight on your thighs. You could feel the blood seeping out of your skin, onto her fingers.

"I wish I could have forgotten you instead," you retorted, unsure where this newfound attitude was coming from. 

"Now, now. Don't get too cocky," Rio warned, although the grin on her face said something entirely different.

You bit back a scoff. "What's this, anyways? Last time I checked, you both hated each other."

The Green Witch shrugged. "We both share a common interest."

Refusing to take anymore of this, you made a move away from them, eager to escape Rio's death grip. Unfortunately, the two witches were unwilling to let you get away so easily.

"Don't," Agatha cautioned, her voice alone enough to stop you in your tracks.

"What do you want?" you snapped, finally turning towards her.

Your eyes narrowed as Agatha's smile turned into something sinister.

"You," she replied definitively. 

You laughed sarcastically, barely believing what was happening right now. "Are you fucking kidding me? You left me. You can't - I - don't you think we're too far gone now? I mean, you left me wondering where the hell you -"

"We didn't want to leave," Rio interjected.

"Then why did you?" 

"We cared too much about you to stay," Rio explained, gently interlocking your fingers with hers. "It would've only have hurt you."

"Well, you hurt me either way," you replied bitterly, flinching at the coldness of the witch's fingers.

Rio sighed. "I know. I know we did."

Exasperated, Agatha tilted your head up with her fingers, forcing you to look her in the eyes. "Pet, we're sorry."

"Well, sorry doesn't cut it anymore. Not in my books," you snapped, wrenching yourself out of their grasps. "And don't call me that. I'm not your pet."

Without looking back, you walked back towards the fireplace. Unbeknownst to you, the two witches you left behind were hardly satisfied with your answer.

"She's forgotten who she belongs to," Rio murmured, staring into the back of your head.

Agatha tightened her jaw, shaking her head. Her eyes met Rio's, a knowing smirk playing on their lips. 

"It looks like we'll have to teach her a lesson then, hm?"

[witchesverse]

witchy fight.

pairing: dark!rio x fem!reader

summary: rio and you fight in the middle of the forest and then have sex.

content: magic use, fighting, degrading, knife play, blood, cutting, dubcon, fingering, clit rubbing, cutting clothes off, pain kink, nipple tugging/licking, cum eating, finger sucking.

a/n: idk much about witch powers so i just wrote about whatever powers i wanted them to use

masterlist

"I don't remember you being this pathetic."

Her laughter was sickening and mocking and seemed to echo around the forest. The dim light that the forest provided made it difficult to see.

Another blast of magic hit you in the back, shoving you into the dirt floor.

More laughter.

You barred your teeth and stood. You held your palms out, your magic surrounding them.

"You're the one hiding in the shadows, Rio."

You heard a twig snap and immediately shot a ball of magic in that direction, scowling when you heard more laughter at your miss.

"Most witches can actually hit their targets." Her voice sounded closer now "So, I'm embarrassed that you can't."

You took a deep breath in, then shot another magic ball. You grinned at the sound of Rio groaning and hitting the floor.

"You were saying?"

Suddenly, you're slammed into the floor and pinned down. Rio straddled your waist and held a dagger to your cheek. She softly trailed the dagger down, stopping at your neck.

You tried to wiggle away, but she grabbed your hair and tsked.

"I don't want to have to cut you, baby."

You started to form another ball of energy, but Rio pushed the tip of the dagger into your neck. An evil smile spread across her face as blood trickled down.

Rio continued to drag the dagger down and with one quick motion, she sliced your shirt and bra in half, revealing your bare chest. You gasped and made Rio laugh.

"I missed this." Her fingers tugged at your nipple, pulling a whimper from you.

"Of course, you did, whore."

You laughed as Rio's hand met your cheek. The slap hurt and would probably bruise.

"So aggressive already." You muttered.

Rio ignored your comment; you always had a smart mouth. She licked a long strip up your sternum before wrapping her lips around your nipple.

You moaned and arched your back, pushing your chest further into her.

She pulled away, a string of spit following her. Her magic wrapped around your wrists, bounding your hands above your head. She swiftly removed your pants.

"No panties?" Rio questioned, "Looks like you came prepared, huh?"

You shivered as the cold air swept over your naked body.

Her fingers rubbed your clit in small circles and her lips brushed against yours. She collected your leaking slick on one finger and suck her finger, moaning at the taste.

"Hurry up." You snapped.

Rio rolled her eyes but complied. Two fingers returned and she covered them in slick before slowly pushing them inside. You moaned at the intrusion and stretch.

Her fingers continued to pump inside of you and her thumb rubbed your clit in tight circles. She leant down, capturing your lips with hers in a heated kiss.

There was a small fight for dominance, which you lost. Your teeth clashed together and your tongues interlocked.

Her fingers felt heavenly in you. She touched places you didn't even know existed and made you see stars. You were convinced that you were leaking down her arm from how wet you were.

Rio broke the kiss. She bit your earlobe before biting your neck. You whimpered.

"Rio, I'm gonna-"

"Already? How slutty." She snickered.

Your mouth dropped open and your eyes fluttered closed as your orgasm hit you. Pleasure bursts throughout your entire body and your legs shake.

You're pulled out of your high by the sound of Rio's fingers popping out of her mouth. She leaned forward and wiped away tears you didn't even know existed on your cheek.

Rio stood and you finally realised how naked you were compared to Rio. You felt your face go hot in embarrassment.

"I'll see you next time, hm?"

You nodded, still processing everything that had just happened.

"Good girl."

[imorynn]

˚ʚ ── mi 𝙣𝙚𝙣𝙖, pretty 𝙗𝙪𝙣𝙣𝙮 ( ᴀ.ʜᴀʀᴋɴᴇꜱꜱ • ʀ.ᴠɪᴅᴀʟ )

˚ʚ pairings : agatha harkness ✗ fem!reader ✗ rio vidal

˚ʚ genre / mentions : nsfw (18+) throuple, established relationship, fingering ( rio giving to reader ), pet names, spanking, submissive!reader, agatha being rough, rio being more soft than agatha, pet names, rio speaking just slight spanish — affectionate!

˚ʚ word count : 1.2k+

˚ʚ author’s note : this is to be longer in a next fic — just had to get this out of the way :,>

──"S-shit!" your squeal was justified — although do not tell Agatha that — this was the thirteeieth time she had landed a cruel, dragged out blow on your ass.

"What was that, dear?" She squeezed down on the distressed fat of your ass, taunting a smile when you whimpered at the pain. "Oh! Would you listen to that, hmm." You were not certain if she had been speaking to you or the bronze skinned woman whose lap you were currently bent over, and you groaned internally. "I didn’t take you for having such a naughty mouth especially when you’re in this position — should I start over?”

Your lips parted as you fervently shook your head, body flinching away from the featherlight caress of Rio’s thumb that made its discreet way to your clit, your slick clinging onto her skin. The searing humiliation at the pleasure the act brought upon, around, and through you made you so fucking wet while Agatha just condescendingly cooed in this deriding tone, her grinning mouth softly skimming your nape, “This hurts, bun?”

Your fingers dug into Rio’s arm, nails slicing into the skin yet she did not seem to mind. Her own digits were now carving into your walls so deeply, in such a fucking leisured pace compared to Agatha’s bolting actions. It caused pained jolts to crawl up your spine, dizzying you because of the contrasts, the differences between their touch, their way of handling you.

“Hey, don’t be so mean to her … I’m sure she’s learned her lesson by now, verdad, mi nena?” ( right, my girl?)

Your thighs constricted together from how desperate they both make you feel, almost pathetic enough to make Rio want to chastise you, to tell you to get a grip of yourself or else this little punishment would continue being dragged out, yet she lamented, deeply sighing when her digits slipped out of your tightness. Her head tilted down to press a soft kiss on your dampened temple, voice hushed only for you to hear in this moment, "Sweetheart, you gotta keep it together. You know how Agatha gets… just a bit more.”

Yet the octave of your whimpering increased with each second passing, your clutch on Rio’s forearm providing you the little bit of strength to hold yourself up against Agatha’s strikes. However, you did not concede from the two witches. A resilient pretty little thing you were; they admired you for that. They admired more that you were theirs and theirs only.

Your fragile sniffles within the thickening air —accompanied by Rio partaking in dabbing away the tears kissing your waterline — made Agatha’s frown of distaste deepen, the bridge of her nose scrunching in vexation as her heated palm kneaded over your contused ass. There had been inflamed blemishes branded everywhere, all in the shape and form of her palm and her fingers, and her lips parted as she tenderly parted your thighs, grabbing at your cheeks and spreading them so perfectly until both of your glistening slits were winking at her.

"You don’t know her as well as you think then. She apparently hasn’t learned anything. She isn’t going to if you keep buttering her up and playing ‘good cop’," she deadpanned, her touch creeping through your puffy folds, scoffing when you whimpered beneath her. "This is making her wet. Look at this, such a horny little slut, aren’t you?"

Prudently, your chin dipped down before lightly rising again in a nod. "Can't help it, Ag," you mumbled softly, beseeching doe-eyes lifting to meet with Rio’s dark aligned-brown ones when Agatha’s other hand enveloped your aching hipbone in a bruising grip. You groaned under the rush of pain, then exhaled, and she took this as her opportunity to slap your behind again.

"Oh, but I think you can, bunny." There was an edge to her tone as she loosely curled her fingers into her palm, knuckles brushing against your swollen clit so very lightly, her jaw becoming more prominent at the sound of a moan and an exhale — all sealed in one — leaving you. Her hand which had been on your hip ascended under the subtle shape of your jawline, ivory fingertips prodding into the flesh as heat drummed over it. The position gave her leverage in pulling off of Rio’s thighs and snapping you completely back against her, your front exposed and scrutinized by the Green Witch’s devouring gaze. Rio’s expression was a flawless balance of devilish yet floored from the sight before her, and that sent a tingle spiraling right up your curved spine.

"You were the one who begged me to have another in this —and out of aaall people, you chose that one right there,” Her blue irises shifted and glanced at Rio who, currently puncturing tender-open mouthed kisses to your hip, could not help the smirk forming at Agatha’s involuntarily flushed expression from her other lover’s gaze but tried to minimize it with her hissed out words, “and I sooo generously granted you this — sharing you. Now you've got two of us. And there really shouldn’t be a reason why you should be touching yourself without us. It's one of the rules."

A cry spewed past your lips as Agatha’s hand came down, sharply colliding with your ass, and she let you fall across Rio’s lap once more. Pain spasmed throughout your entire body, electricity crepitating throughout your every fiber as you quivered under her. Your senses rang and blurred, your vision becoming dark and speckled, and you endeavored to blink back the tears cluttering at your lashes as threats of unconsciousness blurred at your borders.

"That’s it … be a good girl and come back to us, pretty bunny."

Agatha’s precious face flooded your mind, and you smiled up at her dumbly, a breeze of air brushing against the raw plump skin of your ass. "Verdant," you faintly breathed out, eyelids fluttering shut at the feel of Rio’s fingers already smoothing over your ass, her lush lips and tongue assisting in soothing the swelling. "Verdant. ’m okay, Aggy, that one was just a bit hard."

Agatha’s brows hitched, and there was a rare gentle beat of hesitation which breezed through the air before her lips pursed, cheekbones accentuating from the pretty action until her lips dominantly, amiably molded against yours. You basked in the intimacy, your stomach tightening as her fingers pressed into the apple of your cheeks, your ass bucking into Rio’s touch.

"Very good girl indeed, preciosa ( precious )," Rio’s words were mumbled against the perspirated skin of your neck, a hiss arising from your throat as she rewarded you by rubbing her fingers over your ass once more. She sculpted the globes with such certainty, taking in the way they shook within her palms before humming — pleased, fulfilled. "I'm proud of you."

"I guess, in a way, she’s learnt her lesson." Agatha affirmed from above you while her fingers tangled into your disheveled strands, the tip of her nose lovingly nuzzling your cheek. She inhaled your inebriating fragrance that coalesced with Rio’s petrichor essence, letting it swirl within her lungs before pulling back, a daring expression sculpting her angular features. “Haven't you, bunny?”

Your lips could not help but stretch into a gorgeous, dazed grin that made the purple witch’s heart accelerate. A sweet kiss converged with the corner of her mouth and your round eyes maintained sincerity and you softly spoke. "I have. No more touching myself without you two."

"Good girl, hon’. You know I hate having to punish you."

Her tone, of course, indicated that she was lying — she was not even making an effort in trying to hide it, given the devilry of a spark in her eyes and the way she smirked down at you and gave you another peck. Though the Green Witch remained silent, her smirk lurking her lips as she leisurely alleviated the burning blaze of your skin, her motions tender and amorous, occasionally letting her touch stray from you to Agatha, just acting upon the urge to touch you and crawl under her skin.

And in truth, you would not have it any other way when it came to being sprawled across either or’s lap.

[florencebirdsong]

Trick or Treat

Agatha Harkness x Rio Vidal x Reader

Halloween Special - 1/2

summary: with Agatha away planning a trick, Rio decides to have a little treat

tags: mentions of slapping, marking, biting, possible dub-con at the start regarding Rio as she uses magic, fingering (r & Rio receiving), praise kink, cunnilingus (Agatha receiving), bondage, bunny pet name 

authors note: when you’re only intending to write a quick one shot but the lesbians won’t stop playing tug-a-war 

masterlist | ao3

You hum quietly along to the old radio as you continue stitching. Agatha has yet to explain her need for a blanket covered in such a wide variety of runes but as her familiar you are happy to help anyway. 

You’re currently in a slump hobbies-wise and needed something to distract you while your mistress is away.

It’s Halloween Eve, which means she’s currently tormenting her victims into a corner so she can begin her real trick at the witching hour.

A fond smile graces your lips as you move onto the next rune. Agatha may complain about what the modern world has done to Samhain but that doesn’t stop her from enjoying herself immensely. You can already feel her anticipation through the bond and can’t wait to bask in her wicked glee when she watches her prey realise the trap they’ve fallen for.

Being able to fully bathe in the feeling is one of the reasons you don’t join her. The other is how long she likes to celebrate her victory when she comes home to a ready and wet pet.

The back door slams shut and you jump, needle piercing your finger. Blood oozes from the wound and you frown as the rune it’s resting against greedily drinks it up.

You pull your finger away with a quiet tut and poke the unrepentant rune with the sharp point of your needle. Instead of releasing the blood, it sucks up the drop still clinging to the metal. 

You sigh. That’s going to make the empowering stage much more annoying. Balancing is already hard enough when every rune starts at the same level. 

Another door slams, this one closer, and you frown. The back door could have just been the wind but you can’t even tell which door that last one was. The cabin isn’t exactly big. 

You pierce the current rune you’re working on so it doesn’t get any ideas and slowly lower the blanket. You can still clearly feel Agatha through the bond. She isn’t hiding from you and is still a fair distance away which means this isn’t her playing a game.

Rapid footsteps have you shooting to your feet with your hands raised. You may not have the powers of a full-fledged witch but you are the familiar of the most powerful witch alive and this is your home.

The footsteps stop at the door to the living room and then start to go around. Through the wall. They continue to circle the room as you try to think. Some sort of ghost, probably, but you can’t feel anything. Your mistress is a spirit witch, you have more of an affinity with it than most. You cast your magic and when that doesn’t show anything you begin muttering spells under your breath. Also nothing. Does that mean it isn’t a spirit? The footsteps reach the front porch and you decide it doesn’t matter. You bolt for the back door, where the sounds had originally started. You make it through one room before she appears in front of you. Dark hair, purple eyes, green jacket.

You freeze. Your Mistress’ magic sings at the sight of her but the animal part of your brain screams run. You don’t get the chance to take a single step. She has you trapped between her a second after you see her.

You’ve been Agatha’s familiar for long enough to know Lady Death. But only ever in spirit. A vague awareness that she’s there. Agatha is the one she talks to. For her to not only show herself but be in her physical form? For her to touch you? Your heart is going to beat out of your chest.

“Bunny, it’s so good to see you again!” she says with a big smile. “Is your mistress not home?”

You rapidly shake your head. Your panicked breaths reinforcing how tightly she’s pressed against you.

“Aw, what a shame,” she says, looking delighted. “I really was hoping to see her.” 

Her hands climbs up your sides and you desperately try to wriggle free. You can barely move at all. 

“Feeling shy?” she asks innocently. 

You’re too panicked to respond. You can feel Agatha worriedly looking down the bond but you don’t know how to respond. The clear intention behind Rio’s touch is breaking some very big rules, but that’s what a large part of her and Agatha’s relationship seems to be about. You manage to send a jumbled weird-fine-what do? down the bond which doesn’t do anything to ease Agatha.

“No need to call her,” she says and nudges your chin up. “I can take care of you.”

Her nose runs down your neck. You tense as you feel her get close to the familiar mark. Agatha’s mark. Anyone other than her touching or interfering with it results in quite a lot of pain for both parties. She pauses just above it and her hot breath has you squirming again. Something warm and wet touches just below it and you freeze.

Rio’s gives your familiar mark a long, slow lick. What should burn sends waves of pleasure through you instead. Your eyes roll back as you moan and buck into her.

Only Agatha should be able to get such a response from your mark. The fact that Rio can means-means something that’s too hard to work out with her sharp teeth scraping over it.

You whimper and instinctively bare your neck further. Her laugh is low and her breath hot against your skin.

The bond flares as Agatha’s presence fills your mind. No doubt looking through your eyes for who dared touch her pet. You force them open and on to Rio, who is still sporting the same grin. The teasing look in her eyes isn’t for you. They never leave yours as she gently brushes her lips against yours. Agatha, consciously or not, urges you forward and you lean into it willingly.

Rio pulls back with a victorious smile. You have to shut your eyes. Agatha isn’t pleased at being so easily played and between that, her own lust and yours it’s too much. 

Agatha breaks the connection to your sight with a snap. She’s still close but her emotions aren’t being directly shoved on top of your own anymore.

Rio nudges your head back up to bare your neck. You can feel her anticipation rolling off of her in waves. She practically vibrates with it. You whimper when you realise she’s going right back to your mark. She teases around it, working you up until she finally laves that last bit of attention on it and you’re limp and pliant in her arms. She eagerly begins sinking her teeth into the skin around Agatha’s mark. You don’t know enough about Rio and Agatha’s relationship to know which end it will send Agatha over, pure possessive rage or insatiable lust, but you can already feel the explosion growing with every step closer she gets.

Rio’s nails trail up the delicate skin of your inner thigh and you try to close your legs with a whine. You can’t with her pressed against you. 

One more swipe over your familiar mark has your legs opening for her. All thought of resistance gone as the ancient magic lulls you into an obedient, pleasure-filled haze. Rio slips her hand under the waistband of your pants.

“I can see why Agatha likes this so much,” Rio murmurs as her fingers delicately circle over the wet spot forming on your panties. 

You can feel Agatha getting closer and closer. Her emotions invade the bond more and more. Indignation, anticipation, pure lust. It has your hips rolling against the light pressure Rio is giving you.

Rio’s fingers move to your clit and she has you mewling for her by the time Agatha slams open the door. You can feel the way her magic pulses, inside you and against your skin, and it has you moaning.

Agatha tears Rio away from you. You whine at the loss, something that would have earned you a slap if Agatha’s hands weren’t full.

Agatha slams Rio against the apposing wall.

“What do you think you’re doing?” she growls. Her emotions are still wild and the fight between possessiveness and hunger has your knees weak.

“Enjoying Halloween,” Rio says innocently. “I thought I deserved a little treat and that you,” she leans her face closer to Agatha’s, “Would enjoy a little trick.”

“She’s mine. Find your treat somewhere else.”

“Like under your skirt?” Rio smirks. You can feel the anger and desire grow within Agatha. “She responded so well to me, didn’t you bunny?” 

She peeks over Agatha’s shoulder and you nod without thinking. It’s not entirely your fault. Touching the familiar mark in such a way is designed to flood you with the desire to please.

Agatha reaches through the bond and tugs you to your knees.

“Behave,” she snaps. The new position means you can squeeze your thighs together without falling. The tiny bit of pressure squeezing your sensitive clit has you grinding. “That is not behaving.”

You can’t stop yourself. Agatha enters your mind to find the source of your disobedience. All she finds is a lust-filled haze.

“Aw, did Rio touch my mark? Is that what turned you into such a mindless bunny?“ she says with mock sympathy as she advances on you.

You whimper up at her with pleading eyes. It’s a mistake. Moving your head clearly shows your mark, and the way it’s covered in Rio’s own.

Anger flashing down the bond has you barring your neck to her and the dark desire that hides beneath it makes your mouth water.

“That’s quite a sight, pet,” she says with a smile that stretches too wide. “It’s a miracle you aren’t dead on the ground.”

Unable to think enough to respond you continue to stare up while panting. Not wanting a dumb doll just yet, Agatha eases some of the fog from your mind.

Thoughts are still form slow and it takes you a few moments to realise she wants a response.

“It felt good,” you whimper like she doesn’t already know. 

“Oh?” she reaches down and grips your chin. “Are your loyalties so easily swayed?”

Anger claws at you. Your devotion to Agatha is complete. The familiar bond only cemented it.

“You know that’s not how it works,” you snap. Agatha looks at you with mock shock at your outburst.

“Then how does another bring you such pleasure, bunny?” she asks. You swallow. Such a dangerous question when it comes in regard to Rio. But not answering will be much worse than telling the truth.

“My feelings mirror my mistresses’ own,” you force out quietly. There’s more nuance than that to the bond, you don’t become a copy of her, but it’s true enough for what happened.

Her eyes flash just like you knew they would.

“I think that’s enough talking,” she moves her hand from your chin to your mark and presses down. Bliss bursts from the contact. It travels to your brain and down to your soaked cunt. Your eyes roll back. Your hips continuously move as you seek just a hint of pressure. Agatha kicks your thighs further apart to prevent you from getting any. “Naughty pet, telling secrets. Your mistress will have to teach you a lesson, won’t she?”

You whine, wanting to beg for mercy, but there’s barely her name in your head let alone a full thought. Before Agatha can continue, Rio breaks free from Agatha’s hold. She swings Agatha against the opposite wall with her magic. Agatha collides with a dull thud that has you trying to get up automatically. Your limbs are still weak and your brain fuzzy. It’s easy for Rio to push you back down.

“I sought out your pet for a bit of fun, Agatha. Not to be put in a corner,” she kneels in front of you and gently cups your face. Her thumbs smooth gentle circles over your cheek. You melt into it. “Your mistress is so mean, you poor thing. Trying to punish you for something that’s her fault.” One hand slides to the back of your neck and into your hair, gently scratching. You make an agreeing noise to get her to continue. 

Agatha’s indignation is clear through the bond but it feels so far away. So much attention on your mark has you floating and Rio’s soft touch isn’t bringing you down.

“Why don’t you let me help, bunny?” she says as she gently guides you to lay down. 

You make a noise of confusion. This feels like your mistress but not, and only your mistress can have you in such a way. You try and move her hands away but she shushes you. You try to close your legs but teasing fingers running up your inner thighs has them opening again. 

It shouldn’t feel so nice when your mistress’s presence is further away. You follow the bond and turn your head. Agatha’s pupils are blown and her breaths heavy. Her magic makes no appearance and she isn’t using the bond to force some clarity into your mind to stop Rio. 

“I promise to be nice,” Rio whispers as she slowly raises your shirt. Her cool touch feels so good on your overheated skin that you can’t stop her. “Let’s continue where we left off.”

Her hand slips back into your pants to your wet panties and she begins circling your clit again. You mewl quietly, eyes finding your mistress again. She’s leaning forward in her restrains and her tongue darts out to wet her lips.

You whine when Rio’s fingers disappear. Your panties disappear along with them and the chill air makes you shiver. Her fingers find your clit again and your legs spread wider.

“There’s a good bunny,” Rio says and the praise has you arching. “Such a good familiar.” Your body shudders. The bond has only increased your reaction to praise, especially when related to your behaviour as a familiar. “I wonder,” Rio says curiously. Her spare hand finds your mark and she presses down hard enough to have you going limp. Her other hand doesn’t stop. “You’re such a good girl,” she says. The heat curling around your core immediately snaps and you cry out as it flashes through you. You twitch and press into her hands. Rio laughs. “It really does make you so sensitive, huh Bunny?” her fingers circle your mark and you whimper pathetically.

“That’s enough,” Agatha says, finally using her magic to break Rio’s own.

“Is it? I haven’t finished enjoying my treat yet.”

“You know better than to break my things.”

“I guess I’ll have to do my trick then,” Rio disappears but you can feel her as clearly as you do Agatha. It’s strange to be connected to another in a way. You aren’t sure how much you like it. She isn’t your mistress. Still, a tug from Rio has you trying to stumble to your feet and a tingling sensation has her distinctiveness fading. 

“What are you doing?” Agatha asks as she steadies you. She’s right next to you. You frown and look towards the other presence. Why was she calling you from over there? You can’t make your lips work. Agatha uses the bond to brush against your mind. “Interesting trick, dear. But it won’t change who she belongs to.”

Oh, Rio was the other presence? But it doesn’t feel like Rio. It feels like your mistress. If it was her, wouldn’t Agatha be more angry? It doesn’t make sense. You just want her fingers inside of you.

Rio cackles and you’re pulled out of Agatha’s arms. The walls pass in a blur but you’re caught in a warm embrace before you begin to panic. Arms wrap around your waist and her chin rests on your shoulder. You eagerly lean back into the feeling of your mistress. She’s cooler than she usually is but you don’t mind with her skin against yours.

Frustration and delight flow through the bond and you nuzzle her neck to try and help soothe her. Since her head is on your shoulder you end up nuzzling her cheek instead. She purrs. It relaxes you further. Your eyes flutter shut.

“Rio,” mistress says warningly from far away.

“It looks like she wants to come with me, isn’t that right bunny?” she asks from right next to you.

Yes, you send clearly through the bond. Of course you want to go your mistress. Fingers find your chin and nod for you anyway.

Agatha growls and you feel magic wrapping around you again. It only pulls you for a second before it stops, her arms tightening around you. You don’t know why she’d send you away but you don’t question it with her so close. 

She summons you through the bond and you try to press even more tightly against her. A frustrated growl. Hands creep under your shirt again and you shiver. Nails lightly scraping along your ribs before fingers find your nipples. They squeeze and pinch and pull. A hot mouth finds your neck and begins sucking, thankfully giving your oversensitive familiar mark a break. You moan and arch into the touch, desire licking through the bond.

Fingers slip into your soaked core and you desperately grab her wrist. Just for something to hold on to. You’re too fuzzy to do much more than take it. 

You end up on your toes, back arched and mouth open with needy gasps. The building pleasure is much calmer with no touch to your mark. Mistress’ fingers pump into you lazily, her fingers curling as you get closer to the edge. 

“Be a good bunny,” she murmurs against your skin. “Come for your mistress.”

The warmth crests and pleasure runs through you. Desperate, needy sounds escape you as you grip her wrist tightly and grind down. Mistress doesn’t seem to mind, her other hand still groping your breast. 

You slump against her. She gently pulls out and holds her hand up, slowly opening her fingers so your cum stretches between them. You turn to try and hide your face in her neck.

“So messy,” she says. Her desire burns bright in your mind.

“You’ve had your treat, Rio,” your mistress says with a gravely voice. “And now you’ve played your trick. Time to give her back.”

“Why don’t you come and take her?”

The disorientating feeling of teleporting envelops you. Arms wrap back around your waist to steady you. 

You’re in the kitchen, facing the door. Which mistress slams through. Your bond bends and the presence of your second mistress disappears. You turn your head to find Rio. Mistress summons you and you try to squirm out of Rio’s hold. It’s as successful as the last time. Arms that were safe turn cage. You push at them but they don’t budge. 

Rio teleports you again and you stop pushing her arms to cling to them. The door handle turns and Rio does it again. She lets go this time and you wobble for a moment before falling forward. Your bed is there to catch you. The comforter is soft against your hot skin and the mattress cradles your sore muscles. You feel your mistress appear in the room but neither of them reach for you so you don’t bother to turn.

A body slams into wood and Rio moans loudly. Agatha is growling too lowly for you to understand but Rio’s teasing response ends in a gasp. You want to see but your body is so heavy, the haze making you sink down now that everything has stopped.

Wet sounds fill the room and Rio’s moans indicate that your mistress has won. You force your eyes to stay open, wanting to see what Agatha dominating looks like from the outside. Pushing yourself up onto shaky arms you manage to turn over. You can only see part of Agatha’s face and the movement of her hand but Rio is in full view. There’s still a teasing smile on her face but it’s slowly morphing into one of pleasure.

Rio’s mouth falls open as Agatha does something with her fingers and her smug look disappears as her eyes drop to Agatha’s mouth. The want in them has heat licking through your pussy again. One leg moves to wind around Agatha’s waist and her hands grips her shoulders. Agatha says something you can’t make out and Rio’s head falls back against the wall. Two thrusts later and she’s moaning, holding tight to Agatha as she comes. You watch in awe as Death unravels at the hand of your mistress. 

Death is still panting when Agatha pulls out, her eyes hooded.

Agatha raises her soaked fingers to Rio’s mouth. You’re surprised at how willingly she takes them. Rio’s dark gaze never leaves your mistress’ and you watch in fascination as her throat moves. Rio sucks as Agatha pulls her fingers out and you swallow at the noise. 

“No kiss?” Rio asks as she licks her lips.

“After stealing my familiar? No.”

“Pretty please?” Rio gives an exaggerated pout and bats her eyes.

“You’ll have to make it up to me first,” Agatha winds her hand in Rio’s hair and slowly pushes her to the floor. Rio never breaks her gaze as she gets on her knees.

She reaches up and undoes the button on Agatha’s pants before slowly pulling down the zipper. Mistress’ face is indifferent but you can feel her need flickering down the bond. It grows with every inch of skin Rio reveals.

Rio slowly pulls Agatha’s pants down before kissing Agatha over her panties.

“Teasing isn’t going to get you what you want,” Agatha warns. Rio gives a long, slow lick over the panties in response but doesn’t push it any further. She magics Agatha bare and immediately dives in.

Agatha moans and holds a hand out against the wall to steady herself. Rio isn’t easing into it. You can feel the corresponding waves of pleasure from every lick, swipe and press of her tongue. She sucks and Agatha’s other hand shoots out, head bowed. A finger teases her entrance but a flash of purple has Rio’s hands back in her lap. She huffs but doesn’t attempt again, moving to hold onto Agatha’s thighs instead. When Agatha said Rio has to earn it she meant it and you watch as Rio does. Her head constantly bobbing, lips making messy sucking sounds, the feeling of her running over Mistress again and again.

You want to touch but don’t dare risk Agatha’s ire with Rio turning onto you.

You can feel her orgasm building through the bond although she doesn’t allow it to show. Rio still hasn’t looked away from her face. 

Rio scrapes her teeth against Agatha’s clit and the feeling of Agatha’s orgasm floods you. Agatha grinds down on Rio’s face as she prolongs her high. You watch as Rio digs her fingers into Agatha’s thighs and give as good as she gets.

Agatha slows to stop as her high ebbs and jealousy runs through you as you watch Rio lap up the mess dripping down your mistress’ thighs. You haven’t gotten to taste either of them.

Agatha leans heavily against the wall as her legs continue to shake, she doesn’t take her eyes off Rio. A deep satisfaction fills her.  

Rio rockets to her feet, head popping up between Agatha’s arms and kisses her. Instead of gripping Rio’s hair like you expect Agatha cups her face and melts into her. It works to Rio’s advantage. 

She uses Agatha’s moment of weakness to force her to the floor. You watch with wide eyes as she climbs on top of her and pins her down. You push yourself up onto your arms so you can see them. You’ve been on top of Agatha before but never like this. Not with the control Rio has. 

Rio makes Agatha kiss her. Her hand moves to Agatha’s neck and squeezes. The way your mistress gasps has you squeezing your thighs together. 

Agatha breathes her first moan and you wonder if you’re dreaming.

[cuinaminute229]

We are more than strangers

pairing: Rio x reader

a/n: Rio has done nothing wrong ever and deserves the world

...

The soft voices of the group pulls you into a sort of trance. They’re talking about history, about their personal history. 

You grimace at the thought, sharing history is easier done than said in your opinion. You don’t know someone until you know them. Until you would die for them.

Ironically or not, you can’t die.

The embers of the makeshift camp fire flickers at your feet from where you’re stretched out on the ground. You can feel the uncertainty in the group, the false sense of safety as the conversation continues. 

You’re still reeling from the trial. Thoughts lingering on fire and heat and burning flesh. The sight of dripping blood, the smell of it still makes your stomach lurch.

The boy, Teen was lucky in a way you do not understand. To have someone like Agatha pleading, begging death herself to spare a simple kid perplexed you. 

Agatha Harkness does not beg, she does not cry and yet this teenager has left her vulnerable in a way that can only make you wonder.

You feel like you’re going to get a headache if you keep thinking about it.

With a soft exhale you lean your head back against the log you're sitting against. Glancing up at the sky you can't help but notice, once again, that it's different then what you're used to. 

There's been no shift, nothing except the moon.

The night sky is the same as when Agatha rushed you down the door of the witches road.

It unsettles you, makes your skin itch. 

The whisper of an urge lingers in the back of your mind constantly down here. The road is going to dig up your worst fear and shove it down your throat. You're not ready for it, you don't want it.

And yet here you are, following Agatha down the witches road like a lost puppy.

When you feel a soft nudge against your ankle, you frown and turn to glance down at the foot that's touching you.

The grimace on your face is involuntary, not in disgust but rather annoyance. Rio knows you don't like people touching you so casually, she knows only she can get away with it. And she knows exactly how to push your buttons.

“Hey,” Her whisper feels like a breeze that tickles your ears but you don't look at her, you're too focused on where she's touching you, why she's touching you.

You scrunch your nose, swallow down the urge to growl at her, the urge to kick her away. You feel too raw for this, too exhausted.

“The sky is different.” You say, tilting your head in her direction, a subtle compromise on your part.

Rio hums in response and you see her shift closer, feel her move to rest her knee against your thigh, her foot tucked underneath her now. “It's the road, it’s meant to disorient.” 

“Oh,” You frown at her explanation and finally you look at her, you're surprised she's not smiling. Her expression is almost tender, curious. If you knew better you'd say she looked slightly worried.

You see her chew her bottom lip, midnight eyes glance down at the flower she's been twirling in her hand, she's hesitating. 

The flickering of the fire dances across her skin, it makes her look hauntingly beautiful but you don't like how her beauty bleeds with uncertainty. 

With a subtle shift that's more reflex than thought, you turn in her direction so your entire body pays attention to her.

Rio raises an eyebrow at your choice, halts the twirling of her flower as she glances at you. When you only raise an eyebrow in return she smirks, the unsaid invitation now known.

Without a word she scoots closer, leaning into your space. The white flower she's been holding tickles your ear as she gently pushes it into your hair. 

Rio's expression is soft, earnest in a way only your memories know. She brushes her thumb over your cheek, her touch makes you weak, vulnerable in a way you've almost forgotten. 

You've missed this, God you've missed this.

“Where did you go?” Rio's question is barely a whisper, barely a concern and yet you squeeze your eyes shut when your eyes sting with emotions that make your very soul ache.

“I'm here.” You say, ignoring how your voice breaks under the two simple words. 

You're here. You never left. 

With a slow agonizing inhale you try to push away the vulnerability of this moment.

As you hold your breath, you go through the motions. You feel the leaves of the road, feel them crumble as you grab a handful. You can hear the soft crackling of burning wood, the low voices of the group as they continue to talk among themselves. 

With a slump of your shoulders you exhale, forcing your muscles to relax as you focus on what's next. The smell of damp wood and aged berries surrounds you, Rio. 

You breathe her in like she's your favorite candle, like you want to drown in her.

The feel of her thumb brushing over your eyebrow grounds you in the moment, in her embrace that a single touch can cause.

You blink open your eyes with just a fraction of clarity. There she is, right where she was when you closed your eyes.  

The relief is a rush you weren't expecting, you knew she was there and yet Rio's eyes are like the sky on a moonless night, dark and all consuming as if with just a glance she can see past the history of your soul. 

It's unsettling in the best way possible.

“I’m just tired.” You say the excuse because it's easy, it's comfortable. Because you know the truth won't fit into words.

Being here, on the road with Agatha, with these witches that can not fathom how much they will lose from this, it's exhausting. 

But none of it compares to Rio, just her very presence causes the yearning in your bones to ache.

You've missed her, more than the oxygen you breathe.

Rio frowns as she looks at you, runs her fingers down the column of your neck to trace along your collarbone.

When she hooks a finger around the chain of your necklace you wonder if she's going to break it but her eyes turn thoughtful as she glances down at the small pendant. The pinch of her brow tells you this is the first time she's noticed it since she joined the group.

“You still have it.” She's so close you can almost feel her words brush against your neck, almost hear the relief in her voice.

“Are you so surprised?” The necklace was a gift, a promise that surpasses every doubt and denial that you’ve faced in your long life.

When she glances at you the vulnerability in her eyes almost takes your breath away. She nods after a second of hesitation, averts her eyes to look at the pendant again like she can't believe what she sees.

“I could never...” Your voice is barely a whisper, barely a confession because you can't bring yourself to say the words that are etched into your rib cage.

The way your hand reaches for her is like muscle memory. Her skin is warm, alive under your touch as you dig your fingers into her waist.

Rio runs the pad of her thumb over the engraving on the pendant before looking at you again. “I know.”

You always loved how her eyes can hold such emotions, how they give away her every thought when she looks at you.

For a being as old as time itself Rio was exceptionally easy to read.

“I know you.” Rio explains as she finally lets the necklace fall, as she leans back just a bit to give you space to breathe.

When she lays a hand on your chest, palm flat against the open space of your shirt collar, you wonder if she can feel every beat of your heart. You wonder if she wants to rip it out and cradle it in her hands as if to remind you who you belong to. 

“I know every part of you.” She speaks softly, finger tapping lightly against the dip of your neck. The weight of her touch almost makes you lightheaded. 

You fist a handful of leaves from where your other hand is rooted to the ground. The words you want to say feel like barbed wire just waiting to make you bleed. 

The breath that leaves you instead makes it feel like your lungs collapse. You lick your lips, glance away from those eyes you love so much just to be able to breathe again. 

Her touch is a warmth you haven't felt in a lifetime. It feels like home.

“The next,” You shake your head, try to chase away the weight on your shoulders, “It's mine, it's mine.” 

You don't have to explain. The colors of the road is all the truth you need, the scattered leaves that lead to the next trial are a color that you hold dear.

The pattern was easy to decipher, each color matching the witch's power.

The next trial is yours. 

“I know.” 

She taps a rhythm against your collarbone, grounding you in the moment. 

“What did I tell you, the night we met?”

You frown at her question but you search your memories for that first night. 

The night you died.

“You called me a pathetic bastard.” You chuckle at the memory. She found you bleeding and broken after an attack that decimated your village.

A pack of wolves. 

You thought they were normal, how wrong you were.

“What else?” She gently nudges you along, leaning close enough that all you can focus on is her, nothing else matters. 

“Dying was the easy part,” You feel her fingers spread out, inching closer to your neck. “Living with this gift ,” You growl the word out as if it tastes like rage. “will be the struggle.”

Almost a century has passed since that night and you’ve survived enough full moons that you’ve lost count. 

The scars on your body hold the history you’ve lived through, the rage and anguish you’ve had to process. 

To be hunted on all sides is not something you’d wish on anybody.

To be more monster than witch, to be woven so tightly with death and torment that it’s seeped into the very core of who you are. 

To be able to hold death's hand and walk into the next day.

You are rare. You are a beauty in Rio’s eyes.

“You are still here.” Rio reminds you, her voice gentle.

“The road will not destroy you, you will not let it.” Her voice bleeds with certainty, her dark eyes hold you hostage as she speaks a truth you do not fully understand.

A strong laugh causes your attention to snap, your eyes on the protection witch within half a second, Alice. She’s laughing at something you did not hear, she looks so carefree and alive and oh god are they going to hate you once they know your secret? Once they understand who you really are. 

“Look at me,” Rio’s touch shifts, possessive, gentle, just a tad bit controlling. She cups your face in her hands, tilts her head so the curtain of her hair hides everything else. “Those witches do not know you like I do, once they see a monster that is all they can see. They do not matter.” 

The truth to her words feels like a knife to the neck, you are the monster that mothers tell their children about, you are the wolf that stalks the night.

You have never been just a witch.

And you know they will never see past it, no one ever has. Not even Agatha. No one but Rio. For death has been your lifeline since the night you died. 

“I’ve missed you.” The words spill out like the blood of a fresh cut wound. You dig your nails into the soft skin of her waist, your grip beyond desperate. It’s almost pathetic. 

Rio tilts her head and brushes a thumb under your eye, a small soothing noise in the back of her throat. 

It takes only a heartbeat for Rio to close the distance, for her to close her eyes as she presses her forehead against yours. The next breath tickles your lips and you fight with everything you have not to lean in just the last bit, steal a kiss that will leave you breathless.

Rio's soft chuckle makes you dizzy with a yearning that's almost impossible to ignore. A hand goes back to your chest, a subtle display of her power over you. 

You can not kiss her unless she wants you to.

The knowledge that you are not alone is fading into the background faster than you can breathe, you don't care about those witches anymore. Not when she’s so close, when her touch reminds you of countless nights and quiet mornings. 

You know without a doubt that you could never stop loving her. 

“I love you too.” Rio whispers in response as if she can read your thoughts, she leans close enough the words ghost over your lips. You need to reach the end of this god forsaken road, you need this little field trip to be over. 

“You owe me a drink after all this.” The words are a breathless desire that you will make true. Nothing will keep you away from her. 

“Make it to the end and I will give you whatever you want.”

[heartzfromel]

Rio x fem!reader (fluff and/or hurt comfort plz)

not good enough || rio vidal x fem!reader

summary; you meet your love again after one hundred years

warnings; agatha all along ep 7 spoilers, canon character death, reader has a small injury, kissing, pining, reader and rio are both kinda idiots, rio and reader are both touchy w each other, main story set after first witches road trial, rio and agatha are not romantically involved

rio vidal had been the only constant friend you’d had in your whole life, but your situation was quite complicated. you were a centuries old witch and, whist technically she was too, she was also death personified, meaning she had a lot of work to do. your friend wasn’t around much, leaving you alone a lot. sometimes you wouldn’t see her for sixty or seventy years at a time. this time, it had been a lot longer than that. that fact tended to leave a pit in your stomach, especially considering your last interaction.

1924

you were sitting in your cabin, your best friend lying next to you, the pair of you giggling into the night, until you were both facing each other. it was very clear that the energy had shifted from lighthearted fun, to something else entirely. in all honesty, it sort of made you feel uneasy, but then again everything rio ever did brought up that feeling. it made most people withdraw from her company, but it only intrigued you more.

currently, her eyes were fixed on yours. you held her gaze. it was clear she was fighting with herself internally to keep her eyes off of your lips, but after a few moments of tension-filled silence, she gave in, her eyes darting to your cherry red lips for only a split second, before you licked them and her eyes darted back up to meet yours once again. it was now that you had realised the position that you had been laying in, your hand lazily on her waist whilst hers rested on top wearily. you moved your hand up, with an uncertain energy, as if one wrong move would ruin what was happening. you moved your hand up to her neck, rubbing it gently, and then up to her face as you caressed it gently. her hand has moved more confidently on to your waist, as she squeezed it lightly. you had hoped she hadn’t caught your breath hitch, but the ghost of a smirk on her face told you that she absolutely had. you could feel her breath, hot and shaky on your face. your hand moved to play with her hair, and with a final burst of confidence, you leaned in to kiss her. just as your lips met hers, you were apart again. she moved her hands from you quickly and jolted to sit up in bed. you looked at her again, but the expression on her face was not one you were familiar with.

“rio, i’m sorry-“ you began. what had you just done?

“i have to go.” she whispered, and just like that it was almost as if she were never there.

2026

it was today that your lovely acquaintance, agatha harkness, had decided to make herself your problem as she practically forced you down the witches road. you didn’t really know why you’d shown up, considering the last time you walked the road together she almost you you slashed into a million pieces, but you went along anyway. when you arrived at her extremely un-agatha like house, you were met with a ragtag group of witches and one random lady that you were sure that the rest of the coven had also noticed. unfortunately the woman had passed away during your first trial, and you were left angrier at agatha than you were before, because she could’ve got you all killed by not drinking that wine. you were ready to force it down her throat at one point.

one of the witches, a tall woman dressed head to toe in pink, had suggested summoning a green witch to the road, since they didn’t actually have one. none of you seemed against the idea, and so that’s exactly what you did. had you known what was going to happen mere moments later, you’d have an entirely different opinion.

agatha’s coven all stood still anticipating the arrival of the new green witch, you were a bit less interested, just wanting to leave, and so were not fully paying attention until a single hand shot up from under the ground. a hand that, embarrassingly, you still recognised. the pit that formed in your stomach was one you’d never felt, and it got so much worse when her full figure came into view. she hadn’t aged a day, well she had, she’s aged over a hundred years, but she still looked exactly the same as she did that night in the cabin. as she introduced herself, you hid yourself from view behind the lady dressed in pink, jen, who you’d decided was the only tolerable one here, but it was no use. she had seen you.

“y/n…” she smirked. this earned looks from the whole coven, considering her dramatic entrance.

“i have to go.”

you felt ill as you turned your heel and walked swiftly in the other direction. “maybe this is my trial?” you thought hopefully, praying that you’d turn around and the coven would all be dressed in hideous outfits that the road had picked out for them, but no, when you turned around, you were met by the hypnotic gaze of rio.

“y/n…” she began, “been a while.”

“don’t.” you snapped, “don’t even try.”

“what’s the problem?” she asked, feigning innocence.

“what’s the problem? rio its been over a hundred years.” you spat, malice dripping from your tone. she seemed to enjoy it.

“i’ve been… busy.” she replied playfully.

you didn’t respond.

carefully, she waded over to you, placing a hand on your lower back and using the other to grab your face to look at her.

not breaking eye contact, she brought her hand down to your collarbone, dragging her fingertips along a gash that you’d received from broken glass in the trial. you shuddered at the coldness of her touch. it brought you back to that night, because the only time you’d ever felt her heat up, was when your hand was on her face in the cabin.

her eyes met yours once again and she smiled gently, the same smile she’d smiled all those years ago, before leaning into you.

“rio.” you mumbled, stopping her. you looked up at her with conflicted eyes.

“come on,” she whispered, “look me in the eyes and tell me you feel nothing for me.”

“well clearly that’s not the case, rio, is it?” you spat, fighting the tears that were threatening to spill.

“so what’s the problem?” she asked, both hands now on your face.

“you shut me down the last time, remember?” you spoke, trying your best to drill into her head what she had done to you. “and then you think if you show up here a hundred years later and give me a kiss it’s all gonna be okay?”

“do you know why i left that night?” she whispered, dragging a cold hand into your hair, your eyes threatening to close at her action.

“oh, please, lady death, enlighten me! why did you leave me for a hundred years?” you asked, sarcasm lacing your tone. you caught her slight demeanor change at the use of her title, but it faded quickly.

“i was scared.”

and you couldn’t help but let yourself laugh humourlessly in her face.

“of what, rio, tell me what you were so scared of.”

“that i was’t good enough for you.” she replied, talking to the floor.

“don’t, you’ll set me off again.” wiping tears of laughter from your flushed cheeks.

she didn’t say anything.

“oh.” was all you could muster, “you’re serious?”

she could only nod.

subconsciously your hands wrapped around her waist, before they traveled up to her face.

“well you’re wrong.” you whispered, as she leaned into your touch.

“am i?” she asked, being more serious than you’d ever saw her.

“please, trust me, you’re the only one good enough for me, rio.” you replied, eyes never leaving hers.

“is that right?” she smirked, her confident demeanour reappearing.

“would i have said it if it wasn’t?” you smiled.

“so are you gonna let me kiss you now, or…” rio smirked, one hand grabbing at your waist, the other fidgeting with a strand of your hair.

“come here, you idiot.” you giggled, as you pulled her closer to you, and she grabbed your face to close the gap between you. kissing rio was a difficult feeling to describe, the best way you could would be to say that it’d be the same feeling you’d experience if you set foot in antarctica with no jacket, but it didn’t bother you, as long as you could do this again.

[gay-dorito-dust]

Hi 🙂 could you write a fic about Agatha and Rio both taking an interest in reader and competing for their attention. Who they end up with up to you. Xxx

I got issues w/ wanda stans which ultimately make me hate the character (I don’t want to but you freaks force my hand) by osmosis and I’ll just block you out cuz it’s honestly pathetic to listen to you speak.

You were cute, they both had to admit it, adorable even if they were kind enough to admit aloud. So congrats on being the object of desire of two very powerful and beautiful women. I’m jealous.

Neither Rio nor Agatha were exactly delighted to know that the other was also thriving for your affection and attention. Not. One.bit. They didn’t want to take civil either when it came to you and would boast rather loudly and confidently about how your heart was already taken as their possession.

‘You don’t have a heart to give, so why would you ever delude yourself to the idea that y/n would ever give you theirs on their own terms?’ Agatha said as Rio smirked and shrugged.

‘I do have a heart, it’s black and it beats for them as theirs does for mine, I just have to make them see that even if it means removing you from the picture.’ Rio replied but it only proved to make Agatha cackle as though she was told something funny rather than threatened. She’s had that be the case for a long, long time on multiple different accounts.

‘That’s cute but they were mine from the moment I stepped into Westview during Wanda’s…attempt to play house and acting as their wife,’ Agatha sighs. ‘Let’s just say I was given tastes of them which were sweeter than nectar.’ She smirks when she seeks the smirk on Rio’s lip was wiped off, replaced by a scowl as a perfect visual of jealously and anger overcame the face green witch.

‘Well we’re not in THAT Westview anymore my dearest Agatha,’ Rio began, ‘those memories you may try to hold over my head are long forgotten by them, besides it’s time they moved on with someone with more…potential.’ It was Agatha’s time to look annoyed and angry at Rio as she waves her hand. ‘Bye bye Aggie, we’ll be sure to send the marriage invite.’ She adds sarcastically before leaving.

Agatha, alone in the house she was trapped in for the past three or more years, took a deep breath to compose herself. If Rio wanted you, she’s going have to go through her first, after all you were hers first even if it was under the hex. You were always going to be hers before you were anyone else’s.

Agatha would try to woo you by doing things you supposedly liked during the hex, but once she realises that wasn’t the case anymore and the you in the hex was a charachuer of who you were. She knew that she had some actual work to do in order to win your heart before the black hearted Rio did.

She’d even console in Senior Scratch from time to time, tucking the rabbit in her arms and under her chin as she schemes about how she’s going to swoon you over to her.

‘Flowers did the charm once but it doesn’t exactly scream ‘ don’t make me the other woman in this relationship’ or ‘you chose me once, do that again because it’s the only correct answer.’ Agatha raised the rabbit to her eyes. ‘what do you think? Yay or nah.’

Senior scratch twitched his nose and flicked his ear.

‘You’re right, after Wanda traumatised this town, I doubt it’ll be easy getting to y/n anymore as it is getting a needle out of a haystack, but I’m not going to give them over to her.’ Agatha spat as he mind went to Rio earlier this morning, whispering rather flirty and somewhat vulgar things when told to someone with a particularly filthy mind, into your ear and smiling when you looked at her with wide eyes and a flustered face.

‘You know where to find me sweetheart, so don’t be shy.’ Rio then said as she locked eyes with Agatha as she kissed your cheek, leaving a perfect dark imprint of her lips there for anyone to see.

Rio on the other hand wasn’t afraid to saunter up to you and openly flirt with you while keeping her composure. It came to her as easily as breathing, and besides your reactions always made her smile in accomplishment, so she keeps doing it while handing you a special black rose that she conjured up just for you.

‘What’s this?’you asked.

‘A rose of course.’ Rio replied.

‘I know that but,’ you look from the flower to Rio, ‘what’s the occasion?’

Rio smiled as she walked up close to you, placing her hand over your own as she made you both squeeze the stem of the thornless rose. ‘No occasion, can I not be allowed to gift you something that will never wilt, never die, never look less perfect than the day I plucked it for you.’ Rio answered as she looked deeply into your eyes.

You smiled. ‘Thanks Rio, I promise to treasure it along with the lavenders that Agatha got me.’

Rio’s jaw twitched at the mention of the other witches name but didn’t let her annoyance be shown to you as she smiled tightly. ‘You take gifts from other women now? I’m hurt.’ You chuckled as you rested your hand on her shoulder, cussing a flicker of warmth to flow through her briefly.

‘I didn’t take Rio Vidal to be the jealous type.’ You joked, ‘besides it’s not like I can reject Agatha’s gifts, she can be very convincing.’ You add as Rio internally seethed.

‘Yes, very convincing.’ She chocked out through gritted teeth. Agatha was more of a pain in her ass than she originally thought.

‘Anyways I’ve got to go, Agatha invited me to her house for tea and snacks this afternoon but I’ll see you tomorrow for that abandoned botanical garden you told me about, see you later Rio.’ You bided the green with goodbye as you clutched the black rose to your chest as it emanated a brief green glow.

‘You think you’re winning this fight Agatha, but the wars only just begun.’ Rio spat as she watched Agatha welcome you with open arms, holding you close as she looks at Rio with a look of accomplishment.

‘Come on in dear, I have your favourites ready on the table. Senior Scratch has been missing you as of late.’ Agatha cooed as she booped you on the nose, her hand now sliding to your waist as she guides you into her home that felt familiar and smelled like lavender to ease you into a sense of comfort and warmth.

Who you end up with is up to you. (I’d want both but I’m a sucker for Kathryn Hahn and Aubrey Plaza)

[d-z20]

Neighbourly Care (NSFW)

Pairing: Agatha Harkness x Rio Vidal x Reader

Summary: You come home from college for the weekend but your parents forgot and you are locked out of the house. Luckily your neighbour finds you and they let you stay at theirs

-OR-

You think the neighbours are MILFs and the evening is filled with flirting and then you get to be fucked by each of them and then by both of them.

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, smut, top Agatha, top Rio, small mention of Mommy kink, strap-on use, oral, there might be more idk it's very horny

Words: 4.6k of pure horniness

A/N: I think I blacked out while writing this, its so horny. It's inspired by this request and hasn't even been proofread yet so enjoy the horny mess of it

Tagging @aceday because I said I would

AO3 | Part 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | Masterlist

The rain falls in relentless sheets, soaking through your jacket, and the rest of your clothes, for that matter. Each step squelches as you trudge the familiar path from the train station to your parents’ house. By the time you reach the front door, your teeth are chattering, and your clothes cling damply to your skin. A sigh escapes your lips as you grasp the handle and pull—only to find it locked. Your heart sinks.

The memory hits you like a slap: the locks were changed after they had a break-in a few months ago. Of course, you’ve forgotten to get a new key. Fumbling through your bag, you pray for some miracle, some overlooked backdoor key, but your search turns up nothing except your phone. A quick glance at the screen confirms no messages from your parents and no backup plan. Frustration mingles with despair as you stand shivering, wondering what to do next.

Footsteps break through the downpour, and you turn to see Agatha, your parents’ neighbour, crossing her lawn towards you. You’ve exchanged pleasantries with her and her wife, Rio, a few times during your trips home from college. They’re always friendly, but you’ve never spoken beyond casual greetings. That hasn’t stopped you from admiring them, though—two stunning women, each with their own magnetic charm. And yes, you’ve labelled them MILFs in your mind more than once. Their son, Nicholas, is long gone from the nest, leaving the two women to embody a kind of confident, enviable domesticity.

Agatha snaps you out of your spiralling thoughts with a two short words. “Locked out?” Her voice is smooth, with a hint of amusement as she tilts her head and surveys you.

You open your mouth to respond, but your gaze catches on her appearance. She’s wearing tight black leggings that cling to her toned legs and a cropped gym shirt that reveals her navel, where a bead of rainwater trails tantalisingly down her skin. Her wavy brown hair is piled into a loose bun, though a few strands cling to her flushed neck. A sheen of sweat glistens on her skin—evidence of a workout she must have just finished. Your thoughts betray you as your eyes linger on the curve of her waist, imagining what it might feel like to touch her. A sudden heat rising to your cheeks.

Her blue eyes lock onto yours, a curious smile curving her lips. “Hey, you alright?” she asks, a teasing lilt in her tone.

You stammer an explanation about the locked door, your forgotten key, and your parents’ apparent absence. Agatha’s expression softens, and she motions towards her house with a nod. “Come on, you’re soaked to the bone. You’ll catch your death standing out here.”

For a moment, you hesitate. Accepting her offer feels… intimate somehow. But the alternative is staying in the cold rain, and the way her gaze lingers on you makes warmth crawl up your spine. You nod and follow her.

Agatha’s house is welcoming, with a faint scent of flowers mingling with something earthy and grounding. She grabs a towel from a nearby linen closet and tosses it to you with a playful grin. “Guest bathroom’s down here,” she says. “You’ve got two options: strip down and warm up, or stay wet and risk getting sick.”

Your eyes widen, startled by her bluntness. Agatha leans casually against the doorframe, smirking at your reaction. “Relax,” she teases. “I’ll get you something dry to wear.” And with that, she saunters away, not bothering to close the door fully behind her. Her confidence leaves you both flustered and intrigued.

Inside the bathroom, you peel off your soaked clothes, debating how much to remove. In the end, you leave your underwear on, wrapping yourself tightly in the towel. When Agatha returns, she hands you a pair of shorts and a blue plaid shirt. Her sharp eyes sweep over you, noting your wet underclothes with a tut. “All of it,” she says pointedly. “You’re dripping everywhere.” Before you can respond, she adds, “I’m off to shower. Rio should be back soon.” She turns and leaves, her movements fluid and deliberate, leaving the door ajar once more.

Feeling the weight of her words and gaze, you strip completely, your damp underwear joining the rest of your clothes in a soggy pile. You’re still mulling over what to do with them when the door opens suddenly. Rio steps in, her dark eyes widening as they land on you.

“Oh—sorry,” she says, though her gaze lingers a beat too long before she averts her eyes. “Didn’t know we had company. Agatha didn’t mention it.” Her tone is low and smooth, carrying a quiet amusement that makes your skin prickle.

You stammer an apology, clutching the towel back around you. Rio’s lips quirk upward in a faint smirk as she backs out of the bathroom, but not before you catch the way her gaze sweeps over you. Your heart pounds in your chest long after the door closes.

You quickly shower to warm up, but there’s no cleaning the thoughts inside your head. Memories of Rio’s lingering gaze replay in your mind, but they’re quickly overtaken by images of Agatha. You can’t help imagining what she looks like under the water, her skin glistening with steam, her hair sticking to her neck. The thought is startling, and you shake your head, trying to rid yourself of the fantasy.

After calming your racing mind, you dress in the clothes Agatha left and leave the guest bathroom to find the two women.

You find them both in the kitchen; the warmth a welcome contrast to the chill that had soaked through your bones earlier. Agatha moves fluidly between the stove and counter, stirring something fragrant in a pot that smells like tomatoes, garlic, and fresh herbs. Rio, meanwhile, arranges a bouquet of vibrant flowers in a vase with meticulous care, her strong hands working delicately to adjust the stems.

It’s domestic, serene even, but there’s an undeniable electricity in the air—one you can’t ignore under the weight of their lingering glances.

Agatha’s grin spreads when she notices you lingering awkwardly near the door. “Looking good,” she says, her eyes flickering over the borrowed clothes. The oversized plaid shirt hangs slightly off your shoulder, and her gaze lingers on the exposed line of your clavicle.

You fidget, tugging the fabric up, but Agatha only smirks, stirring the pot with a deliberate slowness.

Rio rolls her eyes, though there’s a faint curve to her lips. “Ignore her,” she says, her voice laced with playful exasperation. “She loves making people squirm.”

You manage a sheepish laugh, but it does little to quell the heat climbing up your neck. Agatha recounts your lockout predicament to Rio with the same teasing edge, her tone carrying just enough detail to make your situation sound both pitiful and amusing.

Rio hums in understanding, sliding the last flower into place and stepping back to admire her work. “Stay for dinner,” she offers, her dark eyes soft with genuine warmth. “It’s the least we can do.”

Agatha winks at you over her shoulder. “Yeah, we can’t have you heading back out into the rain getting all wet again—the downpour outside hasn’t let up.”

You nod, accepting their offer, though the way they exchange glances—subtle but charged—makes your stomach twist with something you can’t quite name.

As you sit at the dining table, Rio who is opposite you, starts pouring red wine into three glasses; her movements fluid and confident. Agatha joins you a moment later, setting down plates of steaming pasta and sitting next to her wife. “Hope you like red,” she says, her teasing smile returning.

The conversation flows easily over dinner; their attention split between each other and you. They ask about college life, your plans for the future, and your family; their questions laced with genuine interest and just enough flirtation to keep you on edge

When you have all finished, Rio stands to clear the plates, leaning close as she reaches for yours. The proximity is dizzying, her chest brushing your shoulder, and you catch a faint, earthy scent clinging to her skin.

Agatha doesn’t miss a beat, her eyes flickering between you and Rio, her expression smouldering. She doesn’t say a word, but the intensity in her gaze speaks volumes.

When you offer to help with the dishes, they wave you off with a chorus of “nonsense.” Agatha’s smile turns wicked. “Besides, we were supposed to have a movie date night tonight. You should join us—it’d be a shame to let all this wine go to waste.”

The phrasing makes you pause, but before you can think too much about it, Agatha ushers you into the living room. 

The room is cozy, bathed in the soft glow of lamps. Rio claims the armchair with an almost feline grace, crossing her legs and leaning back with a glass of wine in hand. Agatha sprawls on the couch, her posture open and inviting. She pats the seat beside her with an easy smile.

You hesitate for half a second before sitting on the far end of the couch, hyper-aware of the space—or lack thereof—between you.

The movie starts, but it’s impossible to focus. Agatha stretches her arm along the back of the couch, her fingers brushing your shoulder lightly. The touch is casual, almost innocent, but it sends your pulse racing.

She leans over at one point to refill your glass, her chest grazing your arm. The heat of her proximity is overwhelming, and you’re sure Rio notices the way you stiffen. There’s a flicker of amusement in her dark eyes as she takes a sip from her own glass, her lips quirking into a faint smirk.

As the movie progresses, the conversation becomes more pointed. They ask if you’re seeing anyone, and when you choke on your wine at the question, Agatha laughs—a low, throaty sound that makes your stomach flutter.

“No,” you mumble, setting your glass down a little too quickly.

“Well, that’s a shame,” she says, her hand brushing your knee lightly. The weight of her touch lingers, even as she pulls away. “I was sure a pretty little thing like you would get snapped up in a heartbeat.”

Rio arches a brow at her wife. “Don’t scare them off, Aggie.”

“What? I’m just being friendly,” Agatha replies, her tone innocent but her smirk anything but.

The conversation continues, peppered with light touches and teasing remarks that leave your heart racing.

By the time the credits roll, the tension in the room is palpable. Rio sets her glass down and stretches, her movements deliberate as she rises from the chair. “What do you think of married life, Aggie?” she asks, her voice light but carrying an edge. “Think we make a good team?”

Agatha’s gaze flicks to you, her lips curving into a smirk. “The best. But sometimes, it’s nice to mix things up.”

The comment hangs in the air, heavy with implication. Your heart pounds as you glance between them, unsure if you’re imagining the tension or if they’re deliberately baiting you—and each other.

You nervously check your phone, hoping for a message from your parents saying they’re home and wondering where you are. Instead, you find a single text: “Out of town for the weekend, hope you’re doing okay!”

You stare at the screen in disbelief, your stomach sinking.

“Everything alright?” Rio asks, noticing your expression.

"They… forgot I was coming,” you admit, feeling foolish. “They’re away for the weekend.”

Agatha clicks her tongue, feigning shock. “Terrible parenting, really. Lucky for you, we’re not going anywhere.”

Rio nods, her tone reassuring. “You can stay here. We’ll take good care of you.”

There’s something about the way she says it—gentle but with a sharp edge—that makes your breath hitch. You thank them profusely, trying to ignore the heat rising in your cheeks as they show you to the guest room.

They leave you alone for a bit, both going to change. You sit on the bed, your thoughts racing. Their lingering glances replay in your mind, stirring something restless and uncertain. Without thinking, you pick up your phone and start searching their names on social media. Your heart beats faster as you hope for a bikini picture or something—anything—that might help you satisfy the growing ache of desire.

A knock at the door startles you, and you quickly set the phone aside. Rio steps in, holding a phone charger. “Thought you might need this,” she says, her voice soft and her gaze steady.

“Thanks,” you manage, taking it from her. Her fingers brush yours for a fleeting moment, and she lingers by the door before slipping away.

Did she know what you were about to do?

A short while later, there’s another knock. This time, it’s Agatha, holding a glass of water. “Thought you might be thirsty,” she says, her tone lighter, almost teasing.

Surely she hears how that sounds, right?

Her fingers graze yours as she hands it to you, and the warmth of her touch lingers long after she leaves. You sit on the edge of the bed, clutching the glass, your mind spinning with questions you can’t answer.

"Okay, it’s totally normal to be offered a glass of water before bed, and it does not mean they can read your mind,” you whisper to yourself, trying to curb your horniness.

—

Later that night, as you lie in bed, unable to sleep, the events of the evening are still playing over in your mind, especially the lingering touches and smirks. Suddenly, you remember the spare key your parents used to keep hidden under the plant pot by the front door. Without even thinking about how weird it was to up and leave in the middle of the night, you hop out of bed and tiptoe down the hallway, careful not to make a sound. But just as you reach the stairs, a voice stops you cold.

“Exactly where do you think you’re sneaking off to?”

Turning slowly, you see Agatha leaning against a doorway, her silhouette illuminated by the faint light from her bedroom. She is wearing a floral robe, and her hair is slightly mussed; her expression is both amused and predatory.

“I—I wasn’t sneaking,” you stammer, holding up your hands defensively. “I just remembered my parents used to keep a spare key under the plant pot. I thought I’d grab it and let myself in—”

“Without saying goodbye?” she interrupts, stepping closer. Her tone is teasing, but there’s a sharpness to her gaze that makes your pulse quicken.

Before you can respond, another figure appears behind her. It’s Rio, wearing nothing but her underwear and a top that reads: BOHNER FAMILY REUNION. PITCH A TENT. Her dark hair is messy, and you notice a small, mouth-shaped bruise blooming on her neck that definitely wasn’t there earlier.

“You were being so good for us before now,” Rio says softly, her voice carrying an edge that makes your knees weak. “We said we’d take care of you, didn’t we?”

The heat in your cheeks is unbearable now, and there is a familiar wetness pooling between your thighs. You stammer out an apology, but their combined presence is overwhelming.

“Relax,” Agatha purrs, her fingers grazing your arm. “We’re not upset, just disappointed you wouldn’t come see us before saying goodbye.”

Before you can process her words, Rio steps forward, her hand gently tilting your chin up to meet her gaze. “Where were you going to sleep after grabbing that key, hmm? Your parents’ dark, empty house? Sounds pretty lonely to me,” she murmurs, her lips curving into a faint smirk as Agatha’s hands slide around your waist.

Rio’s touch is featherlight yet commanding, her fingers tilting your chin just enough to keep your wide-eyed gaze locked with hers. Her dark eyes glimmer with something unreadable—intensity, curiosity, desire, maybe all three. 

You’re painfully aware of Agatha’s hands on your waist, her touch firm but teasing, fingers curling just slightly as if testing your reaction. “And what would you do when you found out that they no longer keep one there? They stopped doing it since the break-in, don’t you know? Would you come back over here and beg for us to take you back in and keep you warm?” Agatha says softly, her breath brushing against the back of your neck. 

You try to answer, but your words stick in your throat as Rio steps closer, her thumb brushing along your jawline.

“She’s right,” Rio adds softly, her voice low and velvety. “Why sneak off when you’re already here?”

Your heart is racing, your pulse pounding in your ears as you look between them. You want to say something—anything—but the weight of their combined attention renders you speechless.

Agatha chuckles, the sound rich and almost predatory. “Cat got your tongue, sweetheart?” She presses closer, her front brushing against your back now, her lips grazing the shell of your ear.

Before you fully realise what’s happening, Agatha and Rio are guiding you away from the stairs. You’re caught between them, their touches subtle yet deliberate. They lead you down the hall, past the guest room, and into the master bedroom.

The room is large but intimate, the air carrying the faint scent of cedarwood. A soft glow from a bedside lamp casts warm shadows across the space. Agatha releases your waist to close the door behind you; the click of the lock is startlingly loud in the quiet.

Rio takes the lead now, her hands resting lightly on your arms as she guides you towards the bed. Her touch is warm and grounding, yet there’s a deliberate slowness to her movements, like she’s savouring the moment.

“You’ve had a long day,” she says, her voice soothing but laced with something deeper. “Let us take care of you.”

Agatha steps into view, her smirk as confident as ever. “Or, we can stop. If that’s what you want?” She asks, tilting her head as she studies you.

Your heart pounds as you shake your head, unable to trust your voice. 

Agatha’s smile widens, satisfaction gleaming in her bright blue eyes. “Be good and use your words for us, hun.”

“Please don’t stop,” you whimper.

At that, Agatha moves swiftly to your other side, her presence as bold as ever. Her fingers brush against your jaw, turning your head slightly so you’re looking directly at her. “You’re so tense,” she murmurs, her thumb grazing your cheek in a gesture that feels both comforting and intimate. “We’ll fix that.”

You barely have time to process her words before Rio steps closer, her body heat radiating against yours. Her hand trails down your arm, her touch featherlight but deliberate, as if she’s memorising every inch of you.

The room seems to shrink as the weight of their attention consumes you. 

Agatha’s thumb brushes against your bottom lip, and you feel a thrill shoot through you as her lips quirk into that teasing, predatory smile.

“See something you like?” she murmurs, her voice a low purr. “You weren’t careful enough not to like some of our pictures online, darling.”

Shit. So their coming into your room was not a coincidence.

Before you can stammer out an excuse, her lips capture yours—soft but demanding, her confidence evident in the way she takes control. Her hands slide up to cradle your face, her touch firm yet tender, while the kiss is a paradox of teasing and intensity.

Rio’s hands suddenly slide to your hips, pulling your attention. Agatha leans back just slightly, her breath fanning your face as her lips curve into a smirk.

“Your turn, my love,” she says, glancing at Rio with a playful challenge in her eyes.

Rio doesn’t hesitate. Her movements are firm as she tilts your chin towards her, her lips finding yours in a kiss that’s slower, softer, but no less consuming. Where Agatha is fire and fervour, Rio is water, her touch calm yet undeniably intoxicating. Her hand presses gently against the small of your back, holding you steady as she deepens the kiss.

When she finally pulls away, her lips linger close to yours, her breath mingling with yours in the quiet of the room. “You taste as good as I thought you would,” she murmurs, her voice low and laced with something that makes your knees weak.

Agatha laughs softly, stepping even closer so that you’re cocooned between them. Her fingers trail down your arm, igniting sparks along your skin. “I think they’re enjoying this, don’t you darling?” she teases, her gaze flicking between you and Rio.

Rio smirks, her eyes glinting in the dim light. “I’d say so.”

They exchange a knowing glance before Agatha’s hands firmly grip your shoulders, and with a playful yet commanding push, they guide you onto the bed, the softness of the sheets contrasting with the harsh intensity of their movements.

Agatha walks into what you presume is her closet, but you don’t think on it for long as Rio is straddling you in a matter of moments. She is kissing you with a deep need; meanwhile, her hand makes its way under the waistband of your shorts; she swipes two of her fingers through your folds, gathering your wetness, letting out a groan of pleasure at the feel of it and brings her fingers to your lips.

Just as you’re about to take her digits in your mouth, you hear Agatha’s voice full of desire call, "Off."

But Rio doesn’t move; instead, she pushes her fingers into your mouth, groaning at the feeling.

Agatha grabs the woman by the scruff of the neck and yanks her off of you.

“But Aggie, they’re so wet already,” Rio whines.

If your lips weren’t already parted from having sucked on Rio’s fingers, your mouth would have dropped open at the sight of Agatha; she had removed her robe, revealing the purple lace lingerie underneath.

She places something you can’t see at the foot of the bed and comes to stand next to you. “It seems like everything you wear ends up soaked,” she says, mock concern coating every word. 

Rio looks longingly at Agatha, a silent request on her face. With a single nod from Agatha, Rio starts undressing you hungrily. And as soon as you're bare, her mouth is on you again, exploring every inch of newly exposed skin.

“You know,” Agatha drawls, “Before your little stunt back there, my wife and I were finishing off our date with a wonderful night in bed.” She continued. “Both of us talked—or rather tried to talk between our moans—about how we’d get you to join us.” You feel Rio smirk against your skin at this last sentence.

You shudder under Rio’s relentless kisses and Agatha’s firm gaze. Your legs are forced apart with strong hands, and you feel the cool air hit your heat.

“You’re dripping everywhere,” Agatha states for the second time that evening. “Now let us take care of you.” Her voice is sure, leaving no room for arguments.

Rio’s makes her way down your body, nipping and sucking at your skin. When she reaches your thighs, her touch becomes lighter, stopping short of where you want her mouth most.

“Please.” You beg, back arching up into her.

The feeling of her lips on your clit is pure ecstasy. Your eyes flutter shut at the sensation of Rio starting to suck lightly. Moaning, you grab a fistful of her hair and grind up into her face, seeking more. 

She hums in satisfaction, happy to fulfil your request. She nips gently and begins to tease your entrance with her tongue, dipping it in ever so slightly. It doesn’t take long before you’re cumming all over her face, her name falling repeatedly from your lips. It’s only when you start to come back down that you remember Agatha is still in the room. She is looking at you with sheer lust, clearly struggling to keep herself from interrupting Rio’s fun. 

As if they could read each other’s minds, Rio withdraws from between your legs and comes to sit behind you, pulling you up so your back is against her chest. She pinches one of your nipples, causing your head to drop back on to her shoulder. A firm hand grips your chin, forcing it back up, and you open your eyes to see Agatha kneeling between your legs, her hands rubbing up and down your thighs.

“You need to look at Mommy when she fucks you,” Rio whispers in your ear before playfully nibbling your earlobe.

Agatha’s arms snake under your legs, pulling your hips up and into her. It’s then that you feel something hard poke you, making your eyes go wide. At some point when Rio was fucking you, Agatha had slipped into a harness, a purple dildo secured firmly in the centre.

“Are you sure you want this?” She asks, bringing the tip to your entrance. “I’ll only continue with your enthusiastic consent.”

The fact that she cares enough to make sure you were definitely okay with this, only turns you on more. “Yes. Please, Agatha—" Rio's grip on your jaw tightens. “Mommy,” you correct yourself. “Please fuck me, Mommy.”

And with that, she slides into you, facing very little resistance with how wet you are. As she bottoms out, her hips pressing into yours, you can’t help the whimper that escapes your lips.

“Kiss me,” you demand.

You hear Agatha chuckle when she leans into you, capturing your lips in a searing kiss while still continuing her thrusts. 

The sex is messy and loud, and you cum at least two more times before the couple shows any kind of stopping. You are left gasping, your body shaking; Rio’s firm hold on you is the only thing keeping you upright.

“Think you can go for one more round, sweetheart?” Agatha teases as Rio climbs out from behind you.

With the strap still inside you, Agatha rolls you over so she is lying on the bed and you are straddling her hips. The other woman settles her thighs on either side of Agatha’s head, facing you.

“Honey, you really have enjoyed having our guest round, haven’t you?”

Rio doesn’t reply, only winking at you before lowering herself onto Agatha’s face.

You start to grind your hips at the sight, the strap hitting the perfect spot inside you, Agatha begins to flick her tongue over Rio’s clit, and Rio pulls your face in to start making out with you. This change in position has the harness rubbing against Agatha’s clit, pulling the most gorgeous moans from her. All of you are lost in waves of pleasure; the sounds of grunting, moaning, and whining filling the room. 

You all cum at different times, but it doesn’t matter because nobody stops until the last of you is coaxed through the final aftershocks of your orgasms.

Untangling yourself from one another, you and Rio flop down beside Agatha, dumb smiles plastered across all of your faces. It’s a few minutes before they get up, but Agatha takes off the harness, giving it to her wife before coming back and drawing you into her arms. Rio wanders off to their bathroom to clean it off and returns with a wet cloth to clean you up as well.

She rejoins you after she's done and presses a soft kiss to your head, coming to lay down behind you, draping her arm across your body. With the three of you like that, it is not long before you fall into a deep sleep, a small smile still visible on your lips. 

You were going to ache in the morning, but right this second you couldn’t find a single fuck to give.

——

Please like&reblog if you enjoyed, I thrive off external validation and it motivates me to write more stuff like this 👀

read part 2 here :)

[wandaslittlelove]

Hii, can you please do agathario where y/n sacrifices herself to stay with rio at the end?

Kiss Of Death

Pairing: Agatha harness x Rio vidal x reader

Warnings: Angst, character death

The wind blew heavily around you as you watched your two lovers fight. Agatha was covered in cuts as Rio stalked closer. It was awful and violent. You were powerless as you watched the two. Afraid of stepping in and potentially hurting one of them although you knew you couldn’t physically hurt Rio. You hated all of this. You wished things could go back to the way they used to be.

When Billy decided to step in you listened as your love said it had to be one of them. Agatha had quickly told Rio to take her and you stepped in quickly.

“No! Take me. Please” The three of them looked at you in shock. Rio takes a step forward but Agatha is quick to pull you behind her.

“Don’t touch her!” Rio tilted her head at Agatha’s words. You were surprised by her words. Agatha hated you so why was she protecting you?

“Agatha-” You started but was cut off.

“No! She won’t take you” Rio stood watching as Agatha glared at her with so much hatred. It made her instinctively take a step back trying to avoid the harsh gaze that she hated so much.

“Agatha look at me” You demanded as you grabbed her face and turned her to look at you. Her eyes held unshed tears as she tried to keep herself together. She couldn’t lose you. She wouldn’t lose you.

“She took him. She can’t take you to” she whispers and she holds onto your waist tightly scared that if she let go you would disappear. She’s spent all this time hating you. For not trying harder to protect Nicky. She blamed you when really it was no one's fault. He was always supposed to die. And she realized that now. But you, you weren’t meant to die yet. It wasn’t your time.

“I love you. I have and always will love you. But you need to let me go with Rio.” Agatha’s grip on you tightened. 

“I love you too. Please stay.” Your hands on her cheek began wiping her tears as they fell. Rio watched the interaction in silence. She wasn’t necessarily a fan of one of you dying but it meant that you would be with her for eternity. That you would never leave her and that’s all she has ever wanted. 

You tilted your head towards Agatha and closed your eyes as your lips met. She pulled you flush against her as she tried to memorize the feeling of your lips on her. Of your warmth. Of the feeling of you pressed against her. While she was distracted you let your magic seep into her, freezing her legs so that she couldn’t move. Slowly you pulled away and looked into her eyes as she realized what you did. 

“I love you. I'm sorry.” You whisper as you slip out of her arms and towards where Rio is standing. When you get to her your hands settle on her face like you did with Agatha only her hands come up to hold your wrists.

“Nena” She whispers as she melts into your touch. It had been so long. So long since she’s felt either of you. Agatha yells and curses at Rio from her where she is frozen and Rio looks up at her. Her eyes fill with sorrow as she tries to move away from you.

“Rio my love. Look at me” you plea and her gaze is immediately back onto you. “You're going to take me. I’ll be yours. But you will leave Agatha and the teen alone. You will not take them until it is their time.”

Rio’s small nod is all the conformation you need and you quickly press your lips against her. Kissing her like your life depends on it as her magic begins to kill you. But none of that mattered. She knew she was killing you and while she wanted to pull away. Wanted to demand that you aren’t going to die. She found herself not being able to. Either by your magic or that selfish part of her wanting you forever she didn’t know. 

[saphiccarma]

- Devil Woman

Relationships: Agatha Harkeness x Rio Vidal x Reader

Summary: Based on a request. You had the ability to shapeshift, but as a result you take the life force of the creature you shifted into. Rio Vidal is curious when she can't collect your soul and you somehow cheat death.

Warnings: Nothing really?

A/N: This took forever and I am so sorry. I am currently working through all the lingering requests and I apologise for it taking so long. That said, this was pretty fun to write but also sorry if it's shit.

Your powers came at a price, you've known that since you were little. Life in exchange for death. Power in exchange for weakness. At this point you considered it more of a curse than a power, but it came in handy at certain situations. In an attempt to blend in with society, hide from curious witches and relentless questions, you worked at a diner in the middle of nowhere. Well, not the middle of nowhere, it was still quite populated, especially now as customers flowed in with the sun high in the sky.

You bustled about, a tray balanced on your hand as you passed drinks and food out to your tables. Approaching a new pair of customers, you froze and your eyes narrowed. A woman who wore white clothes sat there. Next to her was a teenager, his clothes a complete opposite to hers, dark and moody. It wasn't their stark contrast that threw you off. Rather it was the subtle pull of magic that you felt. Not only that but her eyes were trained on you, and as you looked closer you knew who it was. Everyone knew those icy blue eyes and confident smirk.

Agatha Harkness.

Inhaling sharply, you neared them, plastering a fake smile on your face, "What can I get you guys today?"

The teenager glanced at Agatha, unsure. The older witch leaned forward. Her hands crossed under her chin as she smirked and caught your gaze.

"Come with us," she whispered, her voice taunting and alluring, "We're venturing the road and we need a full coven."

You scoffed at her words, lowering your pen and paper into your pocket once it was clear she wasn't actually ordering anything. There was an infuriating smirk plastered across her pink lips. You rolled your eyes, you had never believed in The Road, convinced it was something fake. No one came back from it alive. It stood to reason that it may not even exist.

"I'll pass." You settled your hands on your hips, "Now did you want to order something?"

Agatha huffed, leaning back in her seat and waving a dismissive hand. You nodded in satisfaction, about to turn away, when you felt a piece of paper slip into your pocket. Just barely you caught Agatha's hand slipping away. She made eye contact with you, an infuriating sense of confidence radiating off her.

You stomped off the back, yanking whatever she shoved in your pocket out. It was an address, scribbled out in messy, small, handwriting. Despite yourself, you couldn't help contemplate heading there that night.

^_____________^

You ran your fingers along the intricate door, tracing the familiar carvings carefully. The coven, plus Rio, stood behind you, their eyes boring into your back.

"This yours?" Rio asked, her breath warm against the back of your neck. She stood directly behind you, pressing up against you and ignoring your sidestep to get away.

Faintly, you nodded, grabbing the handle and pushing it in. Your heart pitter-pattered at the familiar interior, black and white pictures lining the walls and furniture that others nearly bumped into. It was a cluttered mess, just like when you had first moved in. Despite your inner turmoil, you reached down and picked up a picture, gripping the wooden frame tightly. Your parents stood side by side, proud smiles on their faces as they held baby you - chubby cheeks and just a spot of hair. Your lips were pulled wide into a gummy smile in the photo and your tiny hand was gripping your mother's shirt.

A bittersweet smile danced across your face at the picture.

"Are these your parents?" Alice stood off to your right, her own hands tracing pictures on the wall. The coven was enraptured by the serene house, the only personalized one so far. All the other's had been purely random, but yours was a house you had lived in.

You nodded, your voice soft, "Yeah."

Jen scoffed, her nose upturned as she studied the photos, and you resisted the urge to lunge at her. She had no right to be judging your family. Teen bounced on his toes excitedly and warmth spread through you as he ran a finger over an animal in the photos.

"You guys had a cat?"

You looked at the photo. It had your mother standing next to your father, his arm wrapped around her waist as he held her close, his face leaning down and noses brushing together. It captured their love perfectly. But perched on your mother's shoulder was a cat, one white as snow, that seemed to be chirping indignantly. You remembered that day clear as day, your parents wanting to take family photos, but you had refused to change form.

Shapeshifting was something you had been cursed with since you were born. The ability to change from your human form into that of an animal, any animal you wished. Some people would call this a gift. You didn't see it as such. Every time you shapeshifted, the creature died, it's life force being added to yours. It granted you some form of immortality that you didn't want. You wanted to join your parents in the afterlife, but when your body forced you to turn it kept you alive.

You could feel Agatha's eyes boring into you as you answered Teen, "No, that's me."

"A shapeshifter?" Agatha licked her lips, taking a step closer, "Those are quite rare."

Rio eyed you from behind Agatha, her dagger curling in her hand as she poked her tongue against her cheek. Her brown eyes seemed as if they were trying to find out everything about you in a single look, trying to pry open your soul.

"It's not like I asked for it," you scoffed, feeling awkward with all the eyes on you, "Come on, let's figure out what this trial is about." You could tell that everyone else wanted to ask questions, to implore about your curse, but you didn't let them.

Meandering further into the house, you froze at the sight of a drink on the table. It was a faint pink, the liquid completely still inside the cup as a note sat perched next to it. Agatha picked it up delicately, her fingers curling around the paper and eyes scanning over it. She glanced up with a smirk and the cup in her hand.

"Looks like this is for you," she swished it around, handing it to you. You wrinkled your nose as a potent smell hit you. The rest of the coven was staring at it suspiciously and Lillia was oddly quiet as she stared off into space, Rio too. The woman stood at the back of the group, knife twirling between her fingers as she eyed you up and down. Reluctantly, you plugged your nose and downed the drink, jugging it all down.

Alice crinkled her nose, "If you get poisoned..."

"I am not making another antidote," Jen scoffed.

She rolled her eyes, and Teen hid a small smile behind his hand. Agatha's eyes remained trained on you as you gulped the entire thing down, gagging once you finished. For a moment nothing happened, just a strange tingling sensation that slowly spread through your body.

You knew it was happening the moment your heart stopped beating.

The bones in your body cracked, the sound popping through the room and you could hear Lillia let out a disgusted sound. Your limbs twisted and intertwined as you started shifting against your will. Over time, the process had gotten easier, but this time it was just as painful as the first. Biting down on your lip hard enough to draw blood, you squeezed your eyes shut and forced a scream down. It felt like everything in you was on fire.

Your body was shrinking. That was why it was a sharp pain, your bones breaking and reforming as smaller ones, your organs constricting until they were the right size. Once more, you exhaled before the pain stopped and you could feel the rapid beat of your heart again.

Everyone else was so much bigger as they stared down at you, awe and confusion written across their faces. You lifted what would be your hand into your view, only for it to be a paw. A black, fluffy paw. You were a cat. Great.

You tried to force yourself to turn back, but it wouldn't work. Even as you pawed at yourself and shut your eyes, you stayed as a stupid cat. A stupidly small one too.

Letting out a frustrated sound, which was really just a meow, a smirk crossed Agatha's face. She crouched down, her hand reaching out with a taunting coo. You were prepared for her to pick you up, but then your heart stopped again. The animal body you were in died.

Painfully, your human form came back, your body aching and sore. The witches were eyeing you oddly.

"That's weird," you muttered, and the back door opened on queue. It was confusing. Was that the trial? That couldn't be it. But there was a lingering voice in your head telling you secrets weren't meant to be kept. You weren't allowed to have secrets and the road forced yours out.

The coven exited and it wasn't long before a fire was set up, all of you huddling around it, most of them asleep. Rio was the only one awake, her brown eyes piercing from across the fire. You met her gaze, tilting your head. Memories of your parents replayed in your head every time you closed your eyes. Your mom's soft smile and dad's tender words. It made sleeping difficult.

"You died." She stated bluntly.

You blinked at her owlishly for a moment, "How do you know that?"

"Your heart stopped, you stopped breathing, you died," She squinted her eyes, a knife twirling in her hand, "You're not supposed to be here."

You had heard myths that Death took on a human form. You never believed them, but now you were starting to think they were true. There was no other way that Rio could have known that and there was always something odd about her. A certain air that drifted around that just reeked of death.

"You're death, aren't you?" You tilted your head in a dog-like gesture.

Rio shrugged, a smirk playing on her lips. She stood from her spot on the other side of the fire, rounding around to you. Crouching in front of you, Rio tilted your chin up with her knife, leaning close.

"Smart," she whispered, her breath right up in your face, "I should be able to collect you, yet I can't." Her fingers trailed up your legs, nearing your thighs before slowly tracing their way all the way up to your neck. "Why's that?"

Your breath caught in your throat, and you just barely managed to choke out, "I don't know."

Her knife was cold against the underside of your chin, and you flinched when she pushed the tip closer, a sharp, small, pain pricking there. You felt a droplet of blood form. Rio smiled at you, her lips curling upwards tauntingly.

"If I killed you now, would you come back to life?" She mused, pursuing her lips. You tried to flinch away, but Rio just chased you with the knife.

There was an annoyed throat cleared, "Leave her be Rio."

You didn't dare move, but you knew it was Agatha and you saw her move out of the corner of your eye, but you stayed focused on Rio. Death rolled her eyes, pushing the knife in just a bit deeper, before pulling back. She sat back on her shins with a pout. The younger witch studied you, her blue eyes icy and piercing. You blinked right back at her.

"You are certainly interesting," she mumbled, her eyes never leaving yours.

A sudden movement from Rio brought your eyes back to hers. She grasped your chin, tilting your head towards her, "When this is all over, would you let me study you?" Although it was phrased as a question, and the suddenness of it caught you off guard, you nodded hesitantly.

^_______________^

Your entire body ached as you sat in Agatha's backyard. You were splayed out, hands at your sides, as Agatha and Rio were somewhere. You honestly weren't sure. Their fight was intense, one that was brutal and you regretted being in the middle of it, and it ended with Billy being taken.

As much as you were sad about, you knew it was the natural cycle of life, but that didn't stop the guilt. According to Rio, you disobeyed the laws, but she couldn't collect your soul since you were still alive. You only died when shifting, and even then, it wasn't long enough for her to gather your soul. Squinting, you stared up at the figure obscuring the sun - Rio smirked down at you, her brown eyes twinkling with mischief.

"I've dealt with the child," she said flippantly, her hand extended down to you, "Now time to deal with you."

You had agreed to let her study you, although you weren't quite sure what that entailed, and she was holding you to that promise. Reaching up, you grasped her hand and the moment you did, the world swirled around you. Green mist was dispersed as you gathered your bearings, suddenly standing, and not in Agatha's backyard.

Large dark walls loomed over you, going well above your head, and Rio's hand was cold in yours. The air was musty and chilly as you shivered, drawing your arms close and studying the area. Rio leaned in close, her breath hot in contrast to the cool area, "Let's get started, shall we?"

^____________^

Turns out being Rio's "study" was an excuse for her to mess with you. She had been "studying" you for several years, and in all that time, not once had the two of you made an interesting discovery. Agatha liked to help out, often visiting Rio's abode with some sort of trinket for you and assisting in the "studies."

The three of you studied more than just your abilities.

You were sitting at a desk, scribbling on a piece of paper as you concentrated. None of it made sense. While you hadn't thought about it much before, and offhand comment from Rio the other day got you thinking. She said that she didn't collect animal souls. For a moment you thought that was why she couldn't collect yours, but Rio waved that away, claiming that she felt your soul die. The human one.

Was it something you should have thought of earlier? Yes. Did you? No.

There was a pair of hands placed over your eyes, "Guess who?" A voice chirped.

"Hi Rio," you greeted, gently prying her cold hands from your face, placing a tender kiss on each of them. Your girlfriend smiled as she dropped herself into your lap, arms wrapping around your neck and grinning up at you happily.

"What are you working on?" Her voice was low as she leaned close, pressing a kiss to your lips before you could respond. She tasted of fresh flowers and smelled of the earth. You wanted to melt into her touch, absorb the warmth she was giving you, but your mind was still spinning. Returning her kiss for only a moment, you pulled away gently and ignored her pout.

"Is it possible for a human soul to fuse with an animal soul?"

Your question caught her off guard, you could tell by the slight widening of her eyes, and she pursed her lips. Rio tilted her head, squinting her eyes, before shrugging.

"Never thought about that," she said flippantly, trailing her fingers up your chest. You sighed in exasperation, leaning forward and pressing a chaste kiss to her lips.

"Is Agatha going to be home soon?" Rio hummed against your lips, a very faint answer to your question, and this time you let her kiss you until you had to pull apart for air. Still, you were trying not to get distracted.

"Is it possible," you began, trailing off as you bit your lips, "That my soul fuses with the animal's? And that's why you feel me die, but can't collect it?"

When Rio realized, you weren't going to drop it, she took on a thoughtful expression. It took a moment before she slowly responded, "I believe so."

"You believe what?" Agatha's sudden voice startled you, and you wiped your head around. She stood in the doorway to your office with a small smile. Striding over to you, Agatha bent down and placed a kiss on your forehead before doing the same with Rio.

"Our darling girl has a new theory," Rio informed her. Your face flushed a delicate pink at the term of endearment.

"Not really," you shrugged awkwardly, still not used to their attention after all these years, but after Agatha's prompting look, you continued, "I think that my soul may be fusing with the animal's when I shift, and then like de-fusing when I return."

Agatha smiled pleased, "You're so smart," she praised, pressing another kiss, but this time to your lips, "We can explore that some more, alright?"

You nodded, happy with her response. Both of them looked at you with so much love, so much praise, so much care. You adored it. They didn't care that you had a weird ability. They were only curious and only loved you.

"I love you," you whispered, "Both of you."

[pandorascripts]

Family Reunion

Uhm... hi... guys!!! Yes, I did go MIA for like a whole year, but I got better at writing and my gay ass got extreme motivation from Agatha and Rio soooo I'm here!!! Not sure if this is permanent, but I really wanted to write Agatha as a mother. Feel free to send in requests (platonic or romantic, either works), who knows if I'll get around to them, but they might motivate me!

Summary: Rio and Agatha begin to heal, too absorbed in familiarity to remember just how bad they were for one another. The Road decides to leap out of Rio's control, thrusting their young daughter away from the underworld and back into their lives.

summary shortened: you're pretty much Nick, except the road decides to throw you back onto the mortal plane for an unknown reason. warnings: some grief, mainly fluff, big smooch scene that we deserved, and me using my Spanish-II class for nefarious acts online (making rio and reader speak Spanish). Written before the shows ending, and I was going off of my theory of Rio controlling the Road! relationships: Agario/plantonic!reader

all spelling errors are mine, and I apologize, but I'm too excited about writing again to care <3. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Agatha listens as the other coven members cheerily laugh about past experiences -- each letting the burning weight of the trials slip off their shoulders for a moment. The past centuries of her life have been held as a solo journey for Agatha, coven-less, loveless, family-less, and yet, analyzing the people around her, she can't help but wonder if that had been the wrong choice. How is it that these "failed" witches can form a coven far more accepting than the last one she was in? Agatha's not sure, but that spark of humanity she swore died when her coven betrayed her is fighting against the brutal self-taught lessons of apathy. She finds herself drawn into the conversation with a question directed at her. Far too surprised that she's been included, Agatha doesn't clock who it came from at all. Her weight shifts on the log beneath her, fingers anxiously spinning the flower Rio's been harboring since she darkened the road with her soul. Agatha risks a glance at her, then turns back to the coven. Her elbow buzzes with a reminder of a rather bland battle, the hard knitting tool piercing her skin replaying in her mind again. Rio seemingly knows where she's going with this when Agatha hikes up her shirt, lifting her elbow with a small smile.

"You ever heard of the Daughters of Liberty?" her hoarse voice rings out, a faintly muffled chuckle coming from the woman on her right. Agatha smiles at her for the first time in years.

The group enthusiastically shakes their heads, all curious about where Agatha is directing her story. Well aware, Agatha knows she needs to seemingly open up to these women and keep her animosity for them. Letting them in on her past isn't going to do that, so with a snap of her hand the shirt is back down to her wrist, cocky eyes darting around the circle. "Exactly."

Despite how chilling this should be, the group just smiles and laughs at Agatha's story. Agatha won't look into it because that off-putting "joke" just got her respect points with the coven she may or may not choose to betray. That's a win in her mind that is immediately taken away when her old counterpart speaks up.

"I have a scar."

Her tone is a little dry, her face so blank as usual. Naturally, the coven is a little uneasy at Rio's presence, all still deciding if she's trustworthy or not.

Agatha's jaw is sharply outlined as she glares. With a hard breath her nostrils are inflamed, knowing Rio's antics far too familiarly. "No, you don't."

Rio sends her a glare, as if to tell her to shut up. "Yes, I do."

Agatha knows she cannot interrupt again, the coven would be far too suspicious of just how well they know one another. Who Agatha falls in love with is her business -- her weakness is her business. With a taste of defeat that's absolutely disgusting, Agatha lets Rio speak.

"A long time ago, I loved somebody," she starts softly, if not a little too apathetic for a claim like that. The coven is immediately a little interested -- most thinking that Rio is quite the psychopath. Agatha knows they're wrong.

"I had to do something I didn't want to do, and it hurt them," with these words spilt out, Rio gets a little angry at the next part of her speech. Agatha knows what this is going to, her eyes shooting away to look at the stars instead of the stars in Rio's eyes. "But it was my job."

Agatha glares down at her purple pants, the fire a couple feet ahead casting them brighter than their original color. The avoidance is choking her out, but even when Rio speaks again, Agatha is too pained to look.

"She is my scar."

Rio looks over and up at Agatha, not caring that the coven has certainly understood the depth of the relationship between them. For a moment, weakness allows Agatha to breathe in deep, her head softly turning to glance at Rio. The moment the exchange is made, Agatha's body heating up with utter embarrassment, her head snaps. The crack of her knees is deafening, fingers flexing as she tries to loosen the hold on this flower. This damn flower -- why is it still in her hands? Agatha feels grossed out by the question, but more so by her internal response. Rio's face is still burned into her head, the parted lips, eyes open and unafraid of being known by the coven. Rio's look of pure, unaltered love that Agatha swore never truly existed between them.

"Well, I'm gonna take a walk," she snaps out, sending what's supposed to be a condescending smile to the group. Everyone sees through it, more so when Rio sighs annoyedly and rushes after.

Rio would be lying if she said she wasn't slightly pissed, the only thing easing that being the sway of Agatha's hips as she practically darts away from Rio's penetrating gaze. Her eyes remain narrow, watching Agatha fifteen feet up with no objective other than having her back again. Death is lonely, figuratively and literally. She's not found one person who's soul can ease her lack of besides Agatha. Years have blurred together, broken cries of rejection chipping away at the humanity Rio used to harbor, and everything over the millennia she's existed for has undeniably forced her to adept into stone cold apathy. Agatha healed that. During their fleeting time together, Death felt things other than her frozen over hell, she felt desired, understood, she felt human and she understood why humans hate dying so much. Agatha made Death feel like living. So yes, even after this time apart, she's angry that the one soul she refused to take could end up leaving her.

Agatha stops a couple feet ahead now, Rio's gaze running over her body to fully cement the fact that they're back together now, even if not emotionally. Testing waters which have laid still for so long, Rio's chipped nails faintly feel the back of Agatha's spine. When her fingers make contact again, she remembers every night they rested there too -- during walks along the Norwegian beaches despite how freezing it was, fooling around when Agatha was first dabbling in black magic, to nights when Agatha was falling asleep holding their kid and Rio asking hesitantly to take her instead. It's so much, Rio notes, and she understands that it must be for Agatha too because a sound so hauntingly familiar falls from her aching lips -- a moan rippling those waters untouched for years.

Silence is only exchanged after that, Agatha turning around to relent into Rio's care. Seeing her divine face this close again after so many years of punishment, is like allowing a sinner a breath of heaven for Agatha. Her nails rake along Rio's soft face as she soaks in this moment. Her bones are aching to crawl back into the grave she spent so long being comforted in, they're pleading Agatha to just allow them this reprieve, and so she grants it. Rio knows what's coming, her hands clinging onto Agatha as her face dives into her neck. Both their noses dip into the skin, smelling each other, holding each other, for the first time in years. That comforting smell of flowers, dewy earth, and the beguiling scent of death fills Agatha's nose, tears slipping down her face with familiarity.

Rio feels Agatha's hands gripping her head, her own chest stuttering as she struggles with the fleeting emotions entwined with humanity. It's so overwhelming and it's been so long since she's felt it again. Desperate to capture it, Rio grips Agatha's back, nails digging into her shirt as she feels her soul back where it belongs. Still, silence. There's nothing they need to say to her that isn't being felt -- love, security, a hint of forgiveness that Rio hopes won't be nipped in the bud.

Agatha pulls back, Rio tilting her head to analyze her features. When looking isn't enough, they both hold one another's faces, thumbs memorizing the skin along their paths. Rio can feel her eyelids droop, soulless brown eyes moving to the pair of lips in front of her. Agatha's filled with the same desire, darting forward before she can properly judge what's happening, nose bumping against Rio's. The latter pulls away, a soft hum leaving her lips.

"Agatha..."

There's a subtle nod from the addressed, eyes moving off from her mouth to Rio's eyes. It's there Agatha finds that she wasn't stopped out of hesitance or unwillingness, so she leans in again. Rio lets her, invites her when she tilts too.

Agatha hasn't felt a kiss like Rio's kisses in centuries. The moment she feels it again, she lets out a sweet moan. Rio notes how different it is from the ones she usually pulls out -- whether from pain or pleasure. Agatha's was slow and sweet, as if she had been longing for this all her life. It's comforting and full of love. Rio wants more -- she needs to know that this isn't one sided -- that Agatha has started to forgive her for a pain they share. Her hands move to support Agatha's jaw, pulling her into her furthermore as if she wants to swallow her with a kiss. Agatha's giving everything back, lips in tandem with Rio's as they refuse to part for anything.

They're like that for far too long, only stopping when Agatha rests her forehead against Rio's, trying to stifle her panting. Their eyes remain shut, soaking in the physical feel of being loved again.

"I can't -- I can't accept what happened, but -- but I want you to know, I know it hurt you too," Agatha softly speaks, the vulnerability something she rarely shows. It's been years and years of animosity because of their shared grief.

Rio's completely silent, her eyes opening to see the tears slipping down Agatha's cheeks. It takes her a moment of confusion before she realizes that she's crying too -- something that hasn't happened since she held that lifeless body in her heavy arms, crying as she pretended to be tucking her in her crib like she had so many times over the years. Rio's choked up as well, nodding her head as she desperately moves Agatha's hair behind her ears, needing to busy her hands with something.

"I --" Rio can't get anything out. Her thoughts are wilder than a tornado, each one fleeting and escaping her brain before they can be shoved out her mouth. For someone so witty, she can't speak. Rio nods again, lips pressed thin as she leans back in to feel Agatha's lips. There's no denial from Agatha, just like how there never was any all those centuries ago.

The next couple of minutes are spent exchanging sweet kisses, lips slowly and barely moving away just to reconnect seconds later. Rio's hand slips under Agatha's shirt, feeling the taut fabric against her hands when she pulls it out from the waistband of her purple pants. Malleable flesh against her fingertips makes Rio moan against Agatha, a small smirk on her lips when another moan follows -- but not from her. Rio's nails rake along Agatha's stomach, enjoying the feeling after being denied it for so long.

Lost in familiarity, they don't notice the tree cracking behind them -- not until it drops a couple feet out, a hoarse shriek coming from Agatha. Rio's back is turned to her now, hand on her waist as she keeps Agatha close. There's something under the rubble, her eyes thinning down as she glares at the rustling wood. Eventually, Rio steps away from Agatha and kicks over the wood, an unconscious face all too known in front of her. With a hard smack, Rio's knees are digging into the floor, hands grabbing out the sweet face she swore she wouldn't see ever again.

Agatha's stood behind, eyes slightly wide and confused before a soft, "hija" is echoed out in the cold air. Haunted, Agatha stumbles forward to drop down next to Rio, hands moving out to grab at your face. The moment she thinks she can, her hands shoot back and away, knees popping when she abruptly stands. In a hard panic and a heavy breath, her face is whipping around and looking around the road.

"Is this some sick trial?" she screeches out, her lungs aching as she sobs to whoever is controlling this.

Rio's still sitting, cradling your body as her hands touch your hair. The road bends to Rio's will -- after all, Rio only designed the road to bring her more souls -- but this isn't her. This is something else, something far more evil that's infiltrated her dimension. Rio doesn't understand how this is happening, who's behind it, or what the consequences are going to be, but she needs to just soak in this moment.

Rio hasn't seen your chest move in hundreds of years.

Shaky fingers press along your chest, feeling it rise against her hold, then fall, and repeat.

"Agatha," she calls out, turning her head to look at the panicked woman in front of her.

Bewildered and terrified, Agatha meets your sleeping face and freezes. There's a sick part of Agatha that reminds her she had forgotten certain aspects of your face, the guilt eating at her and choking her out. With a shake of her head, Agatha trips over herself as she tries to get away. The sobs are muffled by her vibrating hand, vision blinded by overwhelmed tears. There's too much happening for Agatha to even try regulating herself, so caught up in the face that has haunted her for centuries being thrusted against her in such a short time.

Rio gently picks up your body, head slack against her hard shoulder. The last time you were like this Rio was tightly holding you away from the Ferryman. Her hands rub your back, shifting to make adjustments for you. Centuries ago when you died, you were no more than six, now it seems as if something changed that -- you look like you're ten now. Rio doesn't understand how you managed to "age" if you hadn't had a beating heart in a long time, but she doesn't care.

"Agatha," she tries again, wanting her to see her daughter even if you'll get tugged back onto that old boat soon.

Whipping around, her hands still pressed against her mouth, she gently meets Rio half way. The tears won't stop, shock and disbelief on her aged face. "Oh God," she mumbles, hand slipping over to brush some brown hair away from your face.

You're still you, if not a little pale and older now, but Agatha can't register that. Her baby is back, in some sick way, her baby is back. Rio holds you tightly, feeling so confused as your body is warm against hers.

"What is this?" Agatha hoarsely questions, eyes darting away from yours to Rio's face.

"I don't know -- I didn't do it -- I swear," she sputters out, stopping only when Agatha presses her tear-soaked lips against Rio's own again.

"I know, I know."

Rio calms down at the belief, her arms heavy as Agatha starts to lift you into her own arms. There's a shift from you, Agatha's eyebrows pressing deeply together as she almost glares at you. Still convinced this isn't real, she's as stiff as a board against you. Up until you press into her shoulder, rubbing your nose twice before halting, Agatha doesn't believe it. That single act performed crushes her reluctance, heart stopping at feeling something you used to do all the time against her.

"Oh, baby," she cries out, nose pressed into the side of your hair as you stir. Rio watches with wide eyes, lips parted as she watches how easily Agatha slips back into her motherly tendencies.

Agatha cries until she can't anymore, eventually finding herself sitting down and just holding you against her. Of course, she doesn't want to wake you up but she also can't stop touching you. Desperately aching for the constant reminder that you're tangible -- that you're here -- Agatha's hands constantly touch your face, your waist, your hips -- gently running over your body as she shakes.

Rio sits down in front, hand resting just under your lower thigh, thumb rubbing against the side of your knee. With all this touch, you wake up slightly annoyed, pushing yourself farther into Agatha. Her tears only increase tenfold, fleeting attempts to stop it doing nothing.

"Momma, stop," you quietly whine as she plays with your messy hair, your nose crinkled up just like hers does. The similar aspect makes Agatha tear up, head nodding as she stills her hand on your waist.

"Sorry, baby."

Rio notes Agatha's cracking voice, and so do you. Tiredly, you look up at them both, confused as to why your parents had been crying.

"Why you guys crying?"

"Just really happy, honey," Agatha sniffles out, rubbing your face again. You don't fight against it, eyes darting down to look at Rio.

"Okay." Your soft tone makes Rio's lip tremble, her hand coming out to move some of your curly hair -- so alike to Agatha's -- out of your face. There's a small shake of your head as you adjust your big glasses -- the ones Rio always adored.

"I don't want you to cry, it makes me sad too," you softly admit, moving your face to rest alongside Agatha's sternum. Habits don't die, as proven when Agatha already moves to take off your glasses for you so they don't get bent by how you're laying. Rio acts on impulse too, taking the glasses from Agatha's hands and setting them on her shirt.

"Nosotras sabemos, hija," Rio speaks out, her eyes trained on your face. For a fleeting moment, Rio wonders if you've forgotten the language she taught you, her heart breaking in her chest before you respond with a nod. Agatha's a little behind before understanding what Rio means.

"We know," Agatha reiterates, letting you know that she understood the conversation and agrees.

"Where are we?" you ask, finally looking around to notice what's happening.

Rio can't think of anything to say, not until Agatha comes up with something. "Road trip, dear."

Trusting your mom, you just confusedly nod your head.

"¿Cuándo planeamos el viaje?" you ask out.

Agatha can't respond right away, but Rio does. "You were sleeping, Mama and I wanted to surprise you."

Turning her head to face the speaker, Agatha is a little confused at the question but goes with it. The answer isn't upsetting you, if not just making you a little confused, so she doesn't really care to figure out what was spoken.

"Can I sleep now?" you ask, yawning just after.

"Yeah, baby, of course."

Rio turns to look at Agatha's expression, her heart lurching at just how well motherhood suits her. Brown eyes watch Agatha's gentle hands -- hands that have slaughtered thousands -- sweetly caress your kind face. With a hum, you lean into your mama's hands, eyes shut as you try to sleep again. Agatha is completely lost in having you back, soothingly tracing along your face and down the slope of your nose, touching something she never thought she would again. Rio is too nervous to touch you again, the last time far too devastating for her liking.

As if a mind reader, Agatha brings up Rio's hand to your stomach, setting it there before looking back down at you.

Complete silence falls over you all, Rio's hand stiff before she hesitantly brings it to flatten against your stomach. Apathy is long gone from her usually conniving features, everything overtaken with terrified love. After a minute or two, Rio manages to calm down her anxiety and let her knuckles run against your shirt, remembering the nights when you'd both be sent into fits of giggles when she'd blow raspberries against your stomach. Much to Agatha's dismay, only because it'd rile you up before bedtime. Truth be told, Agatha let it happen a couple times, observing contently from the bedroom door before she'd break it up so you could sleep.  

You're knocked out again minutes later, a soft chuckle coming from Rio's lips. "God, she always was a hard sleeper."

Agatha silently nods, tears slipping down her face again. Rio brushes them away with her free hand, letting her knuckles trace against Agatha too.

"You know we don't have her back for long, right?" Rio asks quietly. In a hard, choked out response, Agatha nods her head. "I know, I know. I just need her for a bit longer."

Rio's lips are tugged taut before leaning into a frown, her forehead against Agatha's as they sit in silence together.

[infamous-light]

Caught in the Middle

Agatha Harkness x Rio Vidal x Gender Neutral Reader

AO3: Caught in the Middle

Summary: After braving the cold outside, you returned home to seek warmth by the fire, only to find Agatha and Rio eager to warm you up in their own playful, teasing ways.

Word Count: 1K

You stepped into the cozy warmth of the cottage, the wooden door creaking shut behind you as a gust of icy wind howled through the trees outside, rattling the windowpanes. You shook off the chill, tugging your coat tighter around yourself, and moved toward the hearth.

Sinking down onto the well-worn couch near the fireplace, you tried to relax, hoping for relief, but the cold still clung to your skin, gnawing at your bones. You wrapped your arms around yourself, pulling your knees up, and curled inward, inching closer to the fire. You closed your eyes for a moment, trying to will the heat to travel deeper into your limbs, reaching your frozen fingertips and toes.

But it just wasn’t enough.

The sound of footsteps reached your ears before the door to the bedroom opened. Agatha’s gaze found you instantly and her lips curved into a small, knowing smile as her eyes raked over your shivering form.

“Cold, are we?” Agatha’s voice was smooth, with a playful edge to the words.

You nodded, your teeth chattering against each other as a shiver wracked through your body.

“Y-Yeah.” The word slipped out, weak and shaky, barely more than a whisper.

Agatha clicked her tongue in disapproval, a smirk playing at the corners of her lips. “I told you to wait until tomorrow to fix the fence.”

With a soft, almost imperceptible sigh, Agatha stepped closer, her presence settling beside you with a warmth that sent a pleasant tingle down your spine. Slowly, she draped her arm around your shoulders, the weight gentle yet firm, pulling you in just a fraction closer until you could feel the steady rise and fall of her chest.

“Such a stubborn pet.” Agatha mused, her words teasing but laced with a hint of fondness.

Your cheeks warmed at her words, a flush creeping up your face that you couldn’t hide.

Before you could recover, your eyes caught sight of Rio, leaning casually against the doorframe. It took a moment for the full weight of her presence to hit you – she had been there, observing, for far longer than you'd realized. Her gaze flickered between you and Agatha, amusement dancing in her dark eyes, her smile widening as she took in the scene.

“You should have come to me for warmth instead, sweetheart.” Rio purred, her voice a low, honeyed drawl that rippled through you. “Agatha may try, but she can’t keep you warm enough… not the way I can.”

She pushed herself off the doorframe and glided over to you. Without hesitation, Rio wrapped her arm around your waist, her fingers lightly grazing your ribs as she tugged you to her side. Now, you found yourself trapped, wedged between two witches whose bodies were pressing in on you from either side, fighting against the cold with all the heat they could offer.

Agatha’s eyes narrowed sharply, her gaze flickering over to Rio, a challenge glinting there. “You think you’re warmer than me?” She hummed, arching a perfectly sculpted eyebrow. “We’ll see about that.”

Rio laughed, a rich, throaty sound that lingered in the air, her lips curving into a slow grin. “Oh, please, we both know I’m the better choice. Right, darling?”

Rio’s gaze held yours for a moment, intense and heavy, like she was waiting for you to agree. But you bit your lower lip, trying – and failing – to suppress the smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. There was something thrilling about being caught in the middle of their lighthearted banter.

Agatha, watching you with a spark of amusement in her eyes, tightened her grip on your shoulder, giving you a playful squeeze.

“How about a contest?” She proposed. “Whoever makes you the warmest gets to keep you all to themselves.”

Rio’s eyes gleamed with an almost predatory delight. She leaned in slightly, her lips brushing against the shell of your ear. “I think I’ll win,” she murmured, her voice dripping with certainty. “I always do.”

A soft chuckle escaped Agatha. “Not this time, my love.”

In an almost simultaneous motion, they both tugged you closer, sandwiching you between them. Agatha's warmth was immediate, wrapping around you like a protective, suffocating blanket, yet comforting in its closeness. She pressed you into her chest, her scent wrapping around you like a second skin, familiar and intimate. On the other side, Rio's embrace was fiery, and electric, her touch a constant spark that ignited your skin wherever it made contact. It was the kind of heat that drew you in and made you feel alive, even as it threatened to consume you.

You closed your eyes, giving into the moment, feeling the gentle weight of their arms wrapped around you.

“Are you warm now?” Agatha’s voice whispered softly against your temple.

You managed a small nod, exhaling slowly as you sank deeper into their embrace, feeling yourself melt against them.

Rio smiled down at you, a wicked glint in her eyes. “Good. Now, who’s going to be the lucky one to get you all to themselves?”

Your mouth parted, words tumbling over each other in your mind, but they failed to find their way past your lips. You loved them both too much to pick one over the other. Before you could settle on the right words to appease them, both witches exchanged a knowing look with each other.

Then, without a hint of warning, they leaned in at the same time, their lips brushing against your cheeks. The kiss was delicate, like a breath of warmth against your skin.

Agatha pulled back first, her lips curling into a subtle, teasing smile. “You’re too tempting for your own good, pet.”

Rio, never one to miss an opportunity, smirked and whispered against your ear, her voice dripping with mock sweetness. “Don’t worry, darling. We’ll figure out who gets to claim you. I’m sure you’ll like it either way.”

The fire in the hearth was nothing compared to the heat that burned between the three of you now.