#rio x you

[d-z20]

Where Our Hands Linger (implied smut)

Pairing: Agatha Harkness x Rio Vidal x Reader

Summary: You trust your girlfriends. You love them. But self-doubt is a cruel thing, and tonight, it’s louder than their gentle reassurances. Lucky for you, Agatha and Rio have never been the kind to let doubts linger for long.

-OR-

You think you’re not hot enough for Agatha and Rio. Agatha and Rio think that’s the dumbest thing they’ve ever heard. So, naturally, they spend the night proving you wrong—with their hands, their mouths, and an ungodly amount of praise.

Warnings: non-detailed smut, Rio tops, you bottom, and Agatha holds you, threesome, implied fingering and oral sex/cunnilingus, body insecurity (non-specific), fluff, comfort

Words: 2.1k

A/N: Chucks this at you all and runs away Requested fic :P

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The candlelight flickered lazily, casting golden ripples across the room as you sat between them—Agatha at your back, Rio lounging in front of you, legs draped over yours in a lazy, comfortable sprawl. The weight of their presence was grounding, but tonight, your mind was loud, filling your chest with a dull, aching self-consciousness that you couldn't quite shake.

You had been quiet all evening, lost in your own thoughts, tugging at the fabric of your shirt, shifting under their eyes whenever they lingered too long. It wasn't that you didn't trust them—you did, deeply. But trust didn't silence the nagging voice in your head, the one that whispered cruel things about your body, about why they would ever want you when they were both so… so them.

Agatha, with her wicked, knowing smirk and voice like velvet-dipped honey, her hands always teasing but never unkind. And Rio, all sharp smiles and quiet intensity, the kind of woman who could make the air shift when she walked into a room.

And then there was you.

"You're thinking too much again, sweetheart," Agatha spoke against your temple before kissing there, her voice low and knowing. Then she nuzzled into your hair with a content sigh, as if just having you this close was enough to bring her peace. "You always do this," she murmured playfully, her fingers tracing slow, absentminded circles on your hip. "Getting lost in that pretty little head of yours instead of letting us love you."

Rio hummed, her fingers toying with yours before slipping them between her own, squeezing gently. "Maybe we should keep you right here, between us, forever," she teased, voice light but full of something deeper.

Agatha’s arms wrapped around your waist, her fingers playing idly with the hem of your shirt, but she didn’t push. She never did. "What’s going on up there, hmm?"

You hesitated, eyes flicking to Rio, who was watching you with that soft, lidded gaze of hers, thumb brushing over your knuckles. The way they looked at you—it was never cruel, nor mocking. Only ever full of warmth. But still, you felt yourself shrink at their attention.

"I just…" You exhaled, shoulders curling inward. "I don’t get it."

"Don’t get what, cariño?" Rio’s voice was smooth.

"Why you…why you want me," you admitted, barely above a whisper. "You both look like that and I’m just me. You could have anyone you want and yet it’s me who’s sat here. I don’t—" Your throat tightened. "I just don’t see what you see."

For a moment, there was only quiet. Then, warmth—Agatha's lips pressing against the shell of your ear, Rio’s shifting closer, her fingers sliding up to cradle your jaw, tilting your face toward hers.

"You really think we’d let just anyone have us?" Agatha hummed, her voice curling around you like silk. "Mmm, no, sweetheart. We’re very particular," she continued, tilting her head so her nose brushed against your jaw. "And you? You’re our favourite. Our best girl."

Rio chuckled, brushing a thumb across your cheek. "Our only girl."

You swallowed, your heart thudding as they looked at you like you were something precious, something worth worshipping.

Agatha’s hands, always so confident, slid lower, stroking your sides through the fabric. "You think we love you despite this?" she murmured, pressing a kiss to your jaw, then your shoulder. "No, no, darling. We love you because of this. Every inch of you."

Rio hummed in agreement, her lips finding your wrist, pressing slow, open-mouthed kisses there, her fingers mapping out every dip and curve. “Every part of you,” she whispered against your pulse, “is ours to love.”

Agatha’s grip on you tightened slightly, and she pressed a slow, lingering kiss to the back of your neck. “And we do love you, sweetheart, so much." 

The words sank into your skin like honey, and then your breath hitched as Agatha then tugged you back against her, her hands splaying over your stomach, her voice a decadent whisper against your ear.

"We’ll only go as far as you want," she promised, nipping lightly at your earlobe, sending shivers through you. She smirked against your skin. "Oh? Sensitive there, are we?"

You barely had time to react before she lightly dug her fingers into your side, making you jolt.

"Agatha!" you yelped, trying to squirm away.

Rio chuckled, clearly amused. "Oh, this is good information."

"No, no, no—" you started, but it was too late—Rio added her own teasing touches, sending you into a fit of laughter as you weakly tried to escape.

"Mercy! Mercy!" you gasped between giggles.

Agatha finally relented, laughing as she kissed your temple. "Alright, alright. But now we know your weakness, sweetheart."

"I hate you both," you grumbled, but the warmth in your voice betrayed you.

Agatha chuckled, pressing a kiss to the side of your head as your laughter faded into breathless little huffs. "See? That’s the sound we love."

Rio grinned devilishly, but her teasing expression softened as she cupped your cheek, brushing her thumb along your skin. "You look so beautiful when you’re happy." Her voice was quieter now, more certain.

Your breath hitched at the sincerity in her gaze, the way her touch lingered—gentle and reverent. The warmth in your chest spread, curling around the last of your doubts.

And then slowly, so slowly, Rio’s lips trailed down your arm, her dark eyes full of something deep and consuming. "Let us love you the way you deserve," she breathed, her fingers slipping under the bottom of your shirt.

You shivered, exhaling shakily, a slow warmth blooming in your chest. You weren’t sure you would ever see what they did. But you could feel it. In the way they touched you, in the way they looked at you, and in the way they spoke to you—all like you were something to be cherished.

The air between you was thick with warmth, charged with something more than desire—something softer, something that made your breath catch and your chest ache. Agatha’s hands never left you, slow and deliberate as they traced over the fabric of your shirt, each pass of her fingers like a silent promise: You are safe. You are adored.

Rio’s lips had found the curve of your shoulder, her breath featherlight as she whispered against your skin. "Let us take care of you, cariño." The heat of her palm pressing against your bare stomach. "Let us show you how beautiful you are."

Your instincts told you to shy away, to cover yourself, to hide—but their touch, their words, they anchored you. You swallowed hard, your fingers trembling as Agatha gently pulled you to lie back all the way against her, her warmth seeping into you.

"I—" Your voice was barely a whisper, uncertainty still curling in your chest like a stubborn vine.

"Shhh, sweetheart." Agatha pressed a kiss behind your ear, her voice like silk and smoke. "You don’t have to do anything. Just let us worship you."

Her fingers slid down, slow, teasing, coaxing. Rio's lips followed, kissing a path from your shoulder to your collarbone, pausing only to glance up at you, checking, always checking.

"You still with us?" she asked, her voice smooth as honey.

You nodded, breathless.

Rio smiled, a slow, knowing thing, before dipping her head lower, her mouth ghosting over the sensitive skin just above your sternum. A whimper slipped from your lips before you could catch it, and Agatha chuckled softly behind you.

"That’s our beautiful girl," she murmured, her hands spreading over your stomach, her fingers kneading into the flesh there, not shying away from any part of you. She wanted you to feel her touch, to know that every part of you deserved reverence. "So, so gorgeous."

You wanted to argue, to protest, to list every reason why that couldn’t be true—but how could you, when they were both here, touching you like you were something sacred?

Agatha’s lips found the pulse at your neck, her tongue flicking over sensitive skin until you gasped. At the same time, Rio’s hands found your thighs, feeling the skin there with slow, purposeful strokes. "We’ll only go as far as you want," she reminded you, her voice softer now, her dark eyes searching yours.

"Promise?" you whispered.

"Cross my heart," Rio murmured, her fingers brushing the hem of your shirt but not lifting it yet. "But I do want to see you. Let me?"

You hesitated for a second, but Agatha’s arms tightened around you, her lips pressing a slow, deliberate kiss to the top of your shoulder. "No rush, sweetheart," she soothed. "We could stay like this all night if that’s what you want."

The warmth in their voices, the sheer patience in their touch, melted something inside you. Slowly, you nodded.

Rio smiled, but she didn’t rush. Instead, she guided your hands to the fabric of your own shirt, letting you lift it at your own pace. Her fingers barely skimmed your skin, just offering warmth, not pressure.

The fabric fell away, and for a heartbeat, you felt exposed. Vulnerable. The old insecurities rose, clawing at your ribs—until Agatha’s hands smoothed over your sides, and Rio leaned back to admire you, her gaze molten, full of something so adoring it nearly broke you.

"Look at you," she breathed, her fingertips tracing over the swell of your breasts, not groping—just feeling, as if memorising you. "So damn perfect."

"Divine," Agatha agreed, her teeth grazing your earlobe. "And ours."

The last word sent a delicious shiver down your spine, pooling low in your stomach, replacing doubt with something new—need.

"It’s okay, sweetheart," Agatha purred, her fingers tracing lower, teasing over the waistband of your shorts. "We’ll take care of you."

And oh, did they.

Their hands and mouths moved in tandem—Agatha’s grip firm and knowing as she held you against her, whispering praises into your ear, Rio’s lips and fingers working their own brand of magic, drawing out every shiver, every gasp, every plea.

You felt it, that slow, curling build of pleasure overtaking you, drowning out everything else—every insecurity, every self-doubt. There was only this—only them, only the way they made you feel like you were something precious, something worthy of adoration.

It wasn’t just pleasure; it was reverence. It was love.

And when you finally tipped over the edge into your orgasm, Rio’s name tangled with Agatha’s on your lips, their hands holding you steady as you trembled, gasping, falling apart beneath their touch.

They didn’t let you go, not for a second.

Agatha held you through it, muttering soft praises into your hair, while Rio kissed every inch of bare skin she could reach, tracing idle patterns over your thighs, grounding you.

"You still with us, darling?" Agatha susurrated, tilting your face toward hers.

You nodded weakly, still floating, your body warm and boneless. "Yeah…"

Rio chuckled, brushing your hair back with surprising tenderness. "That’s our girl."

They eased you back into bed, draping a blanket over your cooling skin. Agatha pressed a lingering kiss to your forehead while Rio curled up beside you, a protective arm wrapping around your waist.

"Still think we don’t want you?" Agatha asked, voice teasing but gentle.

She shook her head, as if scandalised. "You know what? From now on, I’m making it my personal mission to tell you every single ridiculous thing I love about you, every day."

Rio chuckled. "Here we go."

"First of all," Agatha continued dramatically, gesturing like she was making an important speech, "your smile? It could start wars. Your laugh? Cures diseases. The way you cuddle into me when you're sleepy? Unfairly adorable. Your—"

"Agatha," you groaned, covering your face, your cheeks burning.

"No, no, I’m on a roll here!" she insisted, prying your hands away with a smirk. "Your eyes? Literal galaxies. Your—"

Rio smirked, interrupting. "Oh, now you’ve done it. She’s going to monologue for hours."

"Okay, okay," you sighed, your body sinking into the comfort of their embrace. "Maybe I believe you a little more now…"

Rio chuckled, shifting to press a kiss to your temple. "Good. Because we’re going to spend every day proving it to you."

Agatha hummed, tucking the blankets more securely around you before trailing her fingers lazily over your ribs, up and down in soft, absentminded patterns. "And tomorrow morning?" she added. "I’m making breakfast. Heart-shaped pancakes, just to be extra obnoxious about how much we love you."

"You’re impossible," you grumbled, smiling despite yourself.

"You love it," Agatha countered, grinning against your shoulder.

And as Rio pressed one last, lingering kiss to your knuckles, fingers tangled with yours, you finally let it happen; you let yourself feel loved.

Entirely and completely loved.

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Currently this is a tumblr special because I can't be asked to post to AO3 rn, so enjoy it :D

also I had NO clue what to use as the image for this I was like "uhhhhhhhhh how to convey this but I need kathryn/aubrey to feature maybe" so we ended up with that gif

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[berberriescorner]

“Weight of the World”

Characters: Husband!Rio x Black!Reader.

Summary: A restless night brings old fears to the surface, but Rio won’t let you face them alone.

Warnings: Mentions of past emotional trauma, self-doubt, and nightmares; themes of vulnerability and reassurance; soft but firm Rio.

A/N: My babies I finally got a sprinkle of inspo. and wrote a little somethin’. I've been super stressed lately and channeled that into this lil fic. Hopefully I still got it like that and y’all enjoy it🫶🏾. Also had a little Atwater inspiration so be on the lookout for that as well.

Word Count: 900+.

“One minute, I’m sleeping good, rolling over to reposition, and grab a handful ass. Only to wind up gripping some damn sheets. What you doin’, mama?”

Your eyes remain focused on a steaming hot mug of tea as you release a sigh.

“Mama,” Rio rasps, swaggering toward you. His knuckles feather your jaw, before slipping under your chin. He angles your head toward him, forcing your eyes to lock. “You had another nightmare, didn't you?”

You tug away, focusing your vision elsewhere.

“Hey, mm-mm. Look at me.”

Out of habit, you submit and exhale, “It’s fine, Rio. I just want to stay up long enough that it won't resume once my eyes shut. Go back to sleep, papa.”

“When did I become a fuck boy?”

You look at him incredulously. Your eyes narrow to slits as you rear back offensively. “What are you on about? Who said you were a fuck boy?”

“You expect me to just leave you down here to get at your demons alone? If so, then that's what you must take me for.”

“Christopher, that's not at all what I'm trying to say. You got shit to do in the morning-.”

“And you don't? Being a mom ain't a full-time job, sweetheart?”

“For the love of all things holy! Why are we going back and forth over a damn nightmare?”

“Cause I done told your ass to stop suffering through shit alone. Look, I'm not trying to argue. Could you just stop trying to take on everything by yourself? You exhaust all avenues before asking for help. I'm not with that shit, darlin’. You stay on my ass about opening up. Give me the same courtesy.”

If it's one thing your husband knows how to do. It's checking and setting you straight.

Abandoning your coffee mug, you cross your arms, staring down at your lap. The silence stretches for a few moments. “I’m sorry,” you whisper. “I just don't want to be a burden.”

Rio sucks in a breath, giving his head a firm shake. He takes a seat next to you on the couch. “How we feeling right now? Do you want space? Of course when I say space— I'm referring to the other end of the couch,” he says with a straight face. “Can I touch you?”

You sniffle, wiping at the tear that skates down your cheek. “Of course, you can touch me. Thank you for asking though. Consent is sexy,” you joke trying to lighten the mood.

Rio responds with a lopsided grin, “There’s my girl. Come here, baby,” he rasps, pulling you into his lap. Your head tucks into his neck out of habit as he rocks you.

“I don't know how many times I’m going to have to tell you this, love. I'll say it until I'm blue in the face. You have never been, nor will you ever be a burden. I'm not upset that you keep thinking this way. Your brain is just being mean to you. That's how you were raised, and what you've been told from the ones who were supposed to love and protect you most.”

Rio’s lips ghost over your forehead, stopping to pepper kisses across your hairline.

“Not only did they break you down, but they had you believing you weren't worthy of love. Which led you to search for it in people who knew and took advantage of that. They broke what little trust you had left in the world.

Rio’s fingers slide up and down your spine in slow, soothing strokes, his warmth seeping into you. “But that shit stops here, mama. You hear me?” His voice drops lower, a raw edge scraping against the tenderness of his words. “You ain’t gotta search no more. You ain’t gotta prove shit to me. You already got me.”

Your breath hitches, and you burrow deeper into his lap and chest. “I know,” you murmur, voice small.

“Nah, I don’t think you do,” he counters softly, his fingers tilting your chin up again so you can’t look away. “If you did, you wouldn’t be sittin’ here feelin’ like you gotta carry the weight alone.”

You blink up at him, feeling exposed in a way that makes your throat tighten. But Rio doesn’t push. He just waits, patient in a way only he can be with you. And when the words finally slip past your lips, they’re barely above a whisper. “It’s just… sometimes I feel like if I don’t handle it myself, then I don’t deserve help. Like I gotta earn it.”

Rio exhales sharply, his grip tightening around you like he’s trying to physically hold together the pieces of you that someone else shattered. “That’s bullshit,” he says plainly, his forehead pressing against yours. “Love ain’t about earning, baby. It’s about givin’ and takin’—without keepin’ score.”

A fresh wave of emotion crashes into you, but before it can pull you under, Rio’s hands are there, grounding you. He tugs you in closer, his lips finding your temple. “Let me love you the way you deserve, yeah?” he murmurs against your skin.

You nod, eyes squeezing shut. “Okay,” you whisper.

He pulls back just enough to search your face, thumb swiping away the dampness on your cheek. “Okay,” he echoes, pressing one last kiss to your forehead. “Now, you wanna sit here for a bit? Or you comin’ back to bed with me?”

You sniffle, nuzzling into his chest. “Bed,” you admit.

“That’s what I thought,” he says smugly, standing up with you still wrapped around him. “See? Gettin’ better already.”

You huff a small laugh against his throat. “You always gotta have the last word, huh?”

“Always,” he confirms, carrying you back upstairs like it’s the easiest thing in the world.

I know this was random as hell, but I just wanted to write some fluffy Rio cuddles😩😍. Reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated.

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[covenofagatha]

The games we play

Rio Vidal x reader

When you get home after a long day of work, all you want is to spend some quality time with your girlfriend, but she's a little distracted playing video games

Word count: 2.9k

Warnings: g!p Rio, bratty!reader, daddy kink, blowjob, sex

When you step into the elevator of your apartment building and press the button for the eighteenth floor, you can already feel half the tension from the day seeping out of your stiff limbs. 

Twelve hours of reading over contracts for your boss at one of the biggest law firms in the city has absolutely exhausted you—and you have an unfortunate ache in your back from sitting down for so long—and you just can’t wait to be home with your girlfriend. Despite the long day, you feel a flicker of heat in your stomach at the thought of her giving you some stress relief. 

The doors ding and open on your floor and you drag your feet against the carpet all the way to your apartment. You know the moment you get in, you’re just going to melt into Rio’s arms. 

Your girlfriend comes from money, her parents own an art gallery in New York, and spends her days painting and playing video games. She’s told you over and over again that you don’t have to work, that she’s more than happy to support you financially, but you do really like being a lawyer. 

Plus there’s no denying how worked up Rio gets when she comes to watch you in the courtroom. She says she goes crazy for your power, fully knowing that you’ll submit to her the second you get home. 

There’s nothing she loves more than putting you on your knees for her and then her jerking off onto your blazer. When she pulls out her credit card at the drycleaners to get her cum out of your suits, you swear you see her cock twitch. 

“I’m home,” you call out when you open the door and kick off your shoes. The kitchen light is on and there’s a box of Chinese food sitting on the counter with your name written on it. Your heart warms at Rio having dinner ready for you and you scarf down a few bites before going to find her. 

It doesn’t take long, because when you walk into the living room, she’s sprawled out on the couch, headset on, and focusing intensely on the television screen, where she’s playing one of her favorite video games. Her fingers rapidly press buttons on the controller and she moves her entire body the same way as her avatar on the screen and you snort fondly. You’ve never really understood the hype of video games so to watch your girlfriend be so absorbed in one is very amusing. 

She doesn’t even realize you’re home until you plop down on the sofa next to her, and even then she only spares you a glance and gives you a quick peck on the cheek before turning back to her game. 

“No, no, come on!” she exclaims, throwing a hand up and you have to duck out of the way. Her character falls to the ground with bullet holes in their chest. You sigh and take in her loose hair and green t-shirt and gray sweatpants and wonder just how long she’s been sitting here for. There’s an empty bottle of beer on the coffee table that her feet are resting on so at least she’s been drinking something. 

“Babe,” you say, gently shaking her arm. She looks at you out of the corner of her eye and you can hear people talking into her headset. 

“I’m almost done, doll,” she whispers and you slouch down. Being this close to her and breathing in her earthy perfume has your body growing warm and you eye her bulge through her pants. She shifts like she can feel you staring and your mouth starts to water. 

If she’s not going to pay attention to you and give you what you want, you’ll just have to take it. You slink off the couch and onto your knees and she looks down before raising an eyebrow. 

Rio covers the mouthpiece when you move her legs off the table and crawl between them so she can warn, “Be a good girl for daddy and let her focus,” without any of her friends that she’s playing with hear it.  

But you ignore her and grab onto her hips so you can pull her more down the couch, giving you better access to her covered cock. Rio swallows roughly and tries to focus, but when you rub your cheek against her length, she swears and you feel her cock twitch to life. 

“Work was really tough today, daddy,” you pout and begin to press open-mouthed kisses to her dick through the fabric. You look up at her with the doe-eyes that always make her weak and she makes a pointed effort not to give in. “I had to read so many contracts when all I could think of was you.” 

She’s starting to become hard and you circle your mouth around the tip before sucking and her hips jerk. When you pull back, the gray fabric is significantly darker on her pants from your saliva. 

“I just couldn’t wait to come home and be fucked be you,” you say wistfully. One of her hands drops down to rest on your head while you continue nipping at her cock through her sweats. You wonder if her friends can hear the muffled noises she’s making. 

There’s gunshots on the TV and she curses again before moving her hand on your head back to the controller. “You’re being distracting, doll,” Rio grits out and you smirk before toying with her waistband. She doesn’t put up a fight when you pull her pants down ever so slightly and reach into her boxers. She hisses when your skin touches hers and you take out her cock. You spit a dollop of your saliva onto her tip and she hisses. 

You run your tongue up along the underside and her body jerks. Rio isn’t fully hard yet, but it doesn’t take much to get her there—a few more licks and some mouthing at her tip, and her cock stands tall, already pinkening, with beads of precum gathering at the slit. You breathe in the musky scent and then exhale and your hot breath makes her shiver. 

Eyes flicking up to hers, you see that she’s still intently focused on her game so you slowly take the tip of her cock in your mouth and begin to bob your head up and down, never going too far down. Rio’s teeth sink into her bottom lip in an attempt to stifle the loud groan and you hear someone on the headset ask if she’s okay. You chuckle and the vibrations around her make her squirm desperately. 

The flush in her cheeks matches the color of her cock and you relax your throat before moving down further. Her head drops back onto the couch and another player swears and says her name. 

You come up for air, strands of spit connecting your lips to her cock that flops against her stomach. “Keep playing your game, daddy. I want you to win,” you rasp and her tongue presses against the inside of her cheek while she shakes her head. 

“Either way, you’re about to lose the ability to cum for a week,” she grumbles and you snicker before taking her cock back into your mouth. Her threats are usually always empty promises—all it takes is you begging and she can’t resist. Plus, she knows that it ends up being worse for her because you become a brat when she doesn’t touch you for any span longer than a day. And she can never abstain from teaching you a lesson. 

Swallowing around her cock, you get a thrill when she throbs in your mouth and lets out a muffled groan. You rub your tongue along the protruding veins and she thrusts up uncontrollably, shoving her cock down your throat and making you gag. 

“Fuck,” Rio spits out, and it’s hard to tell if it’s because of you or the game. The clicking of the controller buttons seems to be becoming more sporadic and you start to drive your mouth up and down her cock and she grunts lowly. You’re sure her friends have to be able to hear that—can they hear the choking sounds you’re making?

Your underwear gets wetter at the thought of them listening to you going down on her and your fingers twitch against her thighs, barely able to stop yourself from sliding a hand in your pants and touching yourself. 

Rio’s cock throbs again and you decide to suck on the tip while you stroke the base of her cock up to where your mouth is. The double stimulation makes her keen and she moves the microphone piece away from her so the sounds are muted. 

“God, you’re such a slut, aren’t you?” she taunts, more collected than you thought she would be. You suck harder and rub your tongue against her slit, more precum filling your mouth. She whimpers when you look up at her with wide eyes and her hazel ones are clouded with lust. “Daddy’s little slut?”

You nod and moan and your head starts to spin like you’re drunk on her. Your cunt is aching—you think you might be able to cum just from this. 

But it won’t be as good as it would be if her cock was inside you, so you pull back, gasping for air, and standing up. She cranes her neck to look around you at the TV and you almost roll your eyes. 

However, when you sultrily peel off your blouse that’s slightly wet with your spit, Rio can’t help but look at you. She bites her lip when you cup your breasts through your bra and nods when you unclasp it. Her hips jump when she sees your uncovered tits and another spurt of precum slips down her length. There’s no denying that your girlfriend is a tit girl. Rio’s fingers instinctively move on the controller, but her attention is solely on you. 

As it should be. 

You slide your pants down your legs, both of you ignoring how you almost lose balance, and she groans when she sees that you’re wearing the green underwear she loves so much. You tweak your nipples, coaxing them to harden, and then trace down your stomach sensually before dipping into your panties. 

Rio’s mouth falls open, movements stilling on the controller, when you show her the wetness glistening on your fingers. Her cock twitches again and spits precum on her shirt. You lick the wetness lasciviously and Rio gives you a pleading look before you take your underwear off too. 

Slick gets on your inner thighs when you step back over to the couch and then you straddle her legs and stroke her cock with your soaked underwear, coating her length with you. She’s completely forgotten about the video game and you can hear her friends furiously saying her name. 

And then you position your entrance right above her cock and take just the tip inside of you. Rio gasps, a slight sheen of sweat breaking out on her forehead, and you wrap your arms around her shoulders. 

“Finish the game, daddy,” you whisper before nipping at her earlobe, “then you can fuck me.”

She nods, all the color in her face pooling in her cheeks, and she holds the controller against your back. You slowly slide down her cock until she’s entirely sheathed inside you and you’re content to just sit there on her until she’s done playing. Her lean arms are holding you, her cock is steadily pulsing inside you, and her chin is resting on your shoulder—exactly what you need.

You keep waiting for her to be done, but it’s taking a lot longer than you thought it would and you’re getting impatient. Your cunt is clenching around Rio and you can feel your wetness leaking out onto her pants beneath you, but she is unfazed as she gets more immersed into the game. 

“Daddy,” you whine in her ear and she falters ever so slightly, “can you finish soon? I really need you to fuck me.” 

Her brows furrow and her jaw clenches but she doesn’t move. So you lift yourself off her cock, the emptiness gaping inside you, and then sit back down roughly, tearing a gasp from both of your throats. You roll your hips from side to side, heat building in you when her cock pulses and then you rut forward to get some pressure on your clit. Your moans are throwing her off and she keeps swallowing roughly. 

“I’m almost done, doll,” she says hoarsely, eyes flicking to meet yours with a pleading look in them, but you start to ride her anyway. Her cock fills you deliciously and your walls grip her each time you bounce back down and she hits your g-spot. Each time, you gasp breathily and her face twitches like it’s taking all of her energy not to give in. 

You swirl your hips, spelling out your name, and she sputters out a moan. Your head drops forward, face pressed into your neck, and you scrape your teeth against her jugular, panting against her pale skin. 

“Daddy, please,” you whimper and that’s what breaks her.  

With a growl, she throws the controller onto the chair next to the couch and rips off her headset, grips your hips tightly, and flips you over and to the side so that you’re laying down with her on top of you. She doesn’t miss a beat and begins thrusting inside you roughly, a loud moan tearing itself out of you. Tingles spread from your cunt to your lower back and up your spine and you arch up to get her in deeper. 

Rio clasps your throat with a hand while her other fingers dig into your waist and the pressure makes your head spin. It feels like you’re floating and the only thing you can do is babble incoherently. 

Your hands tug at the hem of her shirt and hike it up her back so you can feel her skin against yours. She’s hot to the touch and you’re sure you feel the same. 

Wet squelching sounds fill the room as she drives her cock over and over into you, never losing rhythm, and you’d be embarrassed if you weren’t being fucked out of your mind. 

Gunshots ring out on the TV and you hear her friends loudly cursing through the headset now on the floor and you clench at the realization that she didn’t even bother to finish the game. 

“Fuck,” Rio grunts, biting on your clavicle roughly. You gasp and buck your hips up and now her pace does stutter. She reaches down to circle your clit and you’re panting—you’re so close, the tension is building and it’s about to snap. Your entire body feels like it’s on fire and it only burns brighter when she moves down your chest to suck at your nipple. 

It goes right to your cunt as if there’s a livewire connecting them and you sob. “Daddy, I’m gonna—”

“Cum for me,” she orders roughly, nipping at your breast and giving you three hard thrusts before you fall off the precipice and explode with a loud, guttural moan. She keeps fucking you through it and it sends you straight into another orgasm while she lavishes your tits. 

It’s too much, the pleasure starts to fray your veins, and you push at her shoulders. 

She chuckles darkly but pulls out and moves up your body so now she’s straddling you, cock in hand. You feel your clit pulse despite the overstimulation as she begins to stroke herself frantically. 

You know what she needs, what she wants, and you push your boobs together and roll your nipples while still breathing heavily. 

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” Rio grunts and pitches forward, thick strands of cum shooting out and landing on your tits. You gasp at the warmth and she keeps fucking her hand, hips moving with the same steady, fast rhythm as she had when she was inside you, and she pumps out two more spurts of cum that dribble onto the pool on your chest. 

She doesn’t move from on top of you until her cock goes limp in her hand. You swipe your fingers through her mess and clean them off and Rio groans weakly as she gets off you and gently falls to the floor. 

“Did that make up for the tough day you had?” she asks, reaching up to tuck a piece of your hair behind your ear. You laugh breathlessly, a little surprised that she even heard you say that. 

“It really did.” You lean off the couch and pucker your lips and she kisses you softly. “Although, I can’t believe you didn’t immediately start fucking me the moment I came in.” 

She scoffs affectionately. “I was playing my game!” 

Your eyes narrow. “Aren’t I much more fun to play with?” 

Rio rolls her eyes and snorts. “Of course you are, doll.” 

“So, next time—” She kisses you again to shut you up. 

You let her. 

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[florencebirdsong]

Wolf Hunt

Rio Vidal x Reader

Summary: Rio needs to get out some of those animal instincts

Tags: primal play, biting, Rio has fangs and claws you’re welcome, strap on (r receiving), predator/play, wolf Rio, prey reader, 

Authors Note: I definitely didn’t make Rio a wolf because Death is a wolf in puss and boots. It was absolutely not a deciding factor. Ahem. Anyway, short and not so sweet

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You feel her before you see her. Her heady presence fills the small clearing and you eagerly look into the dark. The fire has ruined your ability to see far but the sound of shifting dirt points to where she’ll pop up. You resist the urge to get up when you can make out her silhouette. Being too eager means you’re more likely to get stuck away from the warmth of the fire.

You tilt your head curiously as she stops outside of the firelight. Her hood isn’t up and the flickering fire light shows that it’s not her skull face. She smiles and you smile back. It takes you a moment to notice the shine of her teeth. Of the fangs poking past her lips. 

You freeze. Her smile widens. Your eyes drop to her hands which are now tipped in claws. You bolt like a rabbit. Her deep laugh echoes behind you.

Branches claw at you and roots try to trip your feet as you run. You can’t tell how close she is and you don’t risk looking back. A wolf howling behind you turns your racing heart into a gallop. You take a wild turn and then another. There’s a river that, if you can get across it, you might be able to use to lose her.

You try and zigzag your way towards it. Unpredictable moves giving you an edge in your race against Death. But they’re also a risk. 

Another sharp pivot puts your foot into a tiny shrub. You crash to the ground but use your momentum to roll and shove yourself up again. The precious seconds cost you. Huffing growls fill the air behind you and you try to force down the panic. She’s gaining with every step. Your shoulder catches the trunk of a tree and you stumble. She’s so close you swear you can feel her breath. You prepare yourself to hit the ground. The shock is always what does you in. It comes a second later.

She tackles you but you’re quick enough to wriggle out of her grip before she can cage you in. You think you’re free until her claws wrap around your ankle and you slam into the ground. Her hands are quick to find your legs and hold them down.

You try to kick her off of you but it’s too late. She kneels where her hands were. She slams your shoulders onto the ground. Her claws dig into your skin. Trying to shove her off is useless so you go for her elbows. They don’t bend. She growls and moves one hand to push your head back, baring your neck to her. Your hands move to her shoulders to get some leverage as you try and buck her off. Then you try to unbalance her by shoving her chin up. She growls and bites your fingers. You yelp and pull back instinctively. She huffs a laugh. You bare your teeth at her but stop when she does it back. Her fangs are so much sharper than yours. 

You grip her wrist to try and free your head but she pushes until you feel a strain and you have to stop. Your hands hover, unsure what to do next as her eyes run over your captured form. You decide fuck it and jab at her throat. She chokes at the feeling but Death doesn’t need to breathe. Your hands are forced down beside your head and she growls in your face. 

You growl back, but it turns into a whimper when she sinks her sharp fangs into your throat. You don’t attempt to push her off, knowing ripping her teeth out of you will only hurt worse. Your body goes limp. She growls in satisfaction. 

Her hips grind against you and you whimper. She’s got her teeth into you. There’s no escape now.

She ruts against you and the sharp ache in your neck makes it take too long for you to notice the hard thing hiding in her pants.

She finally releases your throat and you whimper at the fresh sting. She tries to pull your pants down and growls in frustration, ripping them open with her claws instead. You flinch but they don’t snag you. She lines up her strap and fills you with one thrust before her hand returns to your wrist. You hadn’t even thought to move it. There’s no thoughts now.

Rio doesn’t give you time to adjust or work you up. She ruts into you like the animal she is. Grunting and growling as you whimper and mewl below her. Her nose in your neck constantly nudging the wound on your neck, her hot breath doing nothing to soothe it.

You sloppily meet her thrusts as the stretch turns from painful to delicious, breathing heavy as pleasure floods through you. She bottoms out every time, skin slapping yours as she chases her own high. 

She grunts and bites you again, right above the first mark. A sign she’s close to coming. You whine and struggle against her hold. You aren’t close enough yet. Her jaw clenches tighter, her nails dig into your skin and her thrusts turn punishing. One hand leaves your wrist and finds your clit, pinching harshly. A high-pitched sound leaves your throat and you arch into her, sharp pleasure crashing into you. Her hips do that stuttering thing that shows she’s coming and you fall over the edge together. She’s no nicer, taking what she wants, but you’re too full to care. 

She stills, still inside of you, before laying down on top of you and nuzzling your neck. The movements zing along the lingering pleasure.

Panting, you lay there as the waves ebb out of you. Rio nuzzles and licks over her new marks, knowing it takes you longer than her to come down. You whimper when she hits a particularly tender spot. You can feel her purr. 

Her tongue pokes and prods until you’re limp under her. Satisfaction rolls off of her in waves. You won’t be about to run again and she’s marked you for all to see. You’re hers until the next hunt, when she’ll need to prove her claim all over again.

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"JEALOUS TYPE" - Rio X Reader

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Summary: The restaurant your date picked to take you out to is owned by Rio, and he’s there sitting at a table when you walk in. Just your luck. This ones a little steamy 🌶️.

Pairing: Rio (Good Girls) X Black Reader

Word-Count: 1.6K

Biting the inside of your lip you stifle a smile looking into your date's brown eyes. His animated expression is feeding off of yours as he tells an arguably hilarious story. Honestly, you wouldn’t know. Your eyes sparkle at his and by some strange miracle you seem to break into a laugh at the right moment. Although handsome, well put together, kind and funny, your date doesn’t have your undivided attention. Three tables away Rio sits with a scowl staring daggers into your side profile. He was having dinner with an older woman when you arrived with your date. Rio’s eyes met yours then looked down to see your hand in your dates and frowned. Since the woman left you’ve been subject to his displeased looks. He hates the sight of you with another man. Especially after resisting his advances. He’s furious really that your pretty ass didn't spend time getting ready to look good for him. Having had enough he calls over a waiter, it's his restaurant after all.

“You’re gorgeous” your date tells you, picking up your hand to kiss it from across the table. He’s a charmer for sure. His dimples and smile are to die for but he’s not the one making your heart race. 

“You’re not so bad yourself” you smile, taking a sip of your wine. The waiter comes over with a bottle in a bucket.

“Vintage Cabernet” the waiter says, putting the bucket on the table.

“We didn’t order that” your date says as the waiter slips you a table card.

Wine by the glass your man’s a cheapskate huh?

Is written in excellent penmanship. You thought he was signing the bill when he started writing. It takes everything in you not to smile as you fold the card. The waiter looks amused. The use of a Drake lyric in such a petty exchange is all the more amusing. Casting a look over to his table Rio sits seemingly unbothered. 

“On the house” the waiter says and your date shrugs allowing the waiter to top him off first. You don’t like that. A man that doesn’t put the woman he’s with first is  a slippery slope. Sitting back you taste the wine as the waiter pours yours. It’s excellent, you raise a glass to Rio and your date is too self absorbed to notice your eyes aren’t on him. After a few minutes you take your leave heading into the ladies room. Your heels click on the floor and you take out your compact to powder the shininess of your forehead and top up your gloss. That’s how Rio finds you. He strolls in wearing all black, which seems to be his signature.

“This is the ladies room” you say mirroring his nonchalance.

“Don’t make any smart comments. I have a dick and it works” he warns casually. It’s crass but you’re amused so you smile anyways fixing your gloss in the mirror.  The look he gives you tells you exactly where his head is. The physical attraction is a ten out of ten. “Get all dressed up for a guy who can’t even buy you the bottle but you won’t get in a car with me” Rio says, offended by your rejection. You turn to face him and he stands there unimpressed with his hands in his pocket.

“I didn’t take you for the jealous type” you tease.

“You can do better” he swallows, stepping forward.

“I appreciate you looking out for my well being. I’m sure you have more important things to do, places to be '' you dismiss, and he nods a little irritated with your flagrance. It's been awhile since Rio had to put in any effort to bag the woman that had his attention for the moment. You pass him to get to the door and he takes your hand. You should be terrified but you aren’t. The energy in the restroom is electric. Your chemistry is undeniable. You feel your heart racing as his eyes look down at your lips, he wets his bottom lip before casting a look back into your eyes. You want it just as much as he does. Your entire body hates the riskiness of your current predicament.

Reaching around you Rio locks the door Rio closing the remainder of  the distance between. Leaning in his lips connected to yours, he purses his lips tight against yours chastely before pressing his body against yours in a dominant gesture, pressing you between himself and the door. Pulling back he comes in for a second time, this time parting your lips, goading you into a slow, sloppy and seductive make out session. His kiss is teasing and claiming, you feel your temperature rise as you indulge in forbidden fruit. His hands slip under the hem of your dress gripping your thighs, snapping you out of it. Pushing him away your chest heaves. You want him so much but it’s not right. You're on a date, Stan warned you about him and he carries weapons.

“No no no no no” you snap to yourself as you hear a knock on the door.

“Y/N” your date calls from the other side and you feel your heart racing in your ears.

“I got a call I’ll be right out, go back to the table” you say through the closed door and Rio smiles. He reaches for the lock and your eyes tell him not to. He smiles absolutely thrilled at the prospect of blowing up your spot.

“Are you sure?!” Your date asks.

“Yep, just give me 5” you say and there’s a long pause.

“Ok” he says and you breathe finally. It’s your turn to scowl Rio comes in for another kiss but you push him away annoyed with him and yourself. Rio laughs to himself completely unbothered by your predicament.

All trouble. You think to yourself about Rio as you touch your make up again and Rio smiles looking at his phone. He puts a finger to his lip signalling you should hush and when you walk over you see your date still waiting for you outside the bathroom from the security feed on his phone.

“Give me your number or I walk out,” Rio says, playing dirty. You put your number in and he calls making your phone ring. He looks satisfied.

“Pick up, own the lie” he whispers, coaching you in your deception. His eyes are full of mischief and amusement. You just may be in love.

“I swear I care but I’m on a date sis, please call mom” you say loud enough for your date to hear. Rio unlocks the door letting you out. You smile at your date and he takes your hand.

“I didn’t notice your perfume smells slightly like cologne” he says and you hope he really has no inclination Rio was all over you. His cologne is more sweet than masculine and musky.

“Hmm” you raise a brow.

“Who was calling?” He asks.

“Sister” you lie and he nods suddenly more attentively. Your phone goes off again, you know it's Rio without checking it.

“Family emergency?”

“Sister stuff” you dismiss getting another message and you put your phone on silent feeling terrible. Sitting in front of your date you can still feel Rio’s kiss on your lips, his body against yours, his big hands on your thighs. The rest of the night is more of the same. RIo keeps texting the entire ride back to your house and you end up at square one as your date stands outside of your condo door with you. You dodge his kiss, letting him kiss your cheek. He takes it like a champ and you sigh frustrated. Unlocking your phone you see a flurry of messages of Rio talking shit about you being a bad girl, worse than him, a player. Warnings not to lay up with your ‘lame ass date’ and more. The final tells you to call once you get in.

Smiling, you set his name to Crazy Christopher in your phone. After a steamy shower you head into bed alone. You're far too excited to be sleepy in spite of the time. Your phone rings and Crazy Christopher flashes across the screen.

“Hello?” you pick up.

“Are you home safe?” he asks like he cares.

“Yes, Christopher”

“Yes, Christopher,” he mocks, making you smile.

The phone line goes silent for a few moments and your smile never fades, you haven't felt this giddy about a situation in years.

“You tired? I was hoping to come and wear you out” Rio says, making you laugh. Honestly you want the same thing.

“That isn't how you speak to a woman” you correct him.

“Nahh, you don’t want me to pretend I have manners. That’s not you” he says, reading you right.

“Some other night Rio” you cave, deciding you won't deny yourself a good time.

“Alright, well you tell me when” he responds in his usual tone. It’s an odd relief he doesn't promise forever’s or any other ridiculous niceties.

“Why don't we make it interesting, the next time I run into you - you can take me to your place” you shrug, lying in bed looking up at the ceiling.

“Bet” he agrees. “Goodnight baby-girl” he says.

“Night Rio” you respond.

“Christopher” he corrects. “We’re on a first name basis” he says and you laugh.

“Goodnight” you respond, hanging up in a final act of defiance.

You smile looking up at the ceiling heart racing at the risk. Sitting in his car Rio smiles hoping you stay true to your word before heading into the warehouse to check on his operations. He has plans for you.

Big plans.

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Let me know what you think of this update and Rio's bad behaviour 😉😘

Authors note: TYSM 💖 to everyone who's read, liked, commented or reblogged any of my work and more particularly this 'series'. It's been a fun palate cleanser. If you're a writer and need a sign to purge your drafts you think no one will enjoy here it is.

xoxo

[cabinetofquriosities]

A F***ing Trial

Agatha x Rio x Reader

Warnings: sex pollen-like story and SO. MUCH. SMUT.

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Agatha and Rio were already awake once you rose from your exhausted slumber.

After barely surviving the last trial that cut your group down to three, you had conked out by the fire. Your entire body was sore and your emotions in a frenzy. The night’s sleep helped your body and mind. You were still sad about your other coven members, but you also didn’t know them before meeting them three days prior.

Agatha, though. You had met her years ago in Westfield. She finally snapped out of the Scarlet Witch’s spell and found you. She had a list provided by another member of the new coven and your name was on it.

You had no clue you had any magic at all until Agatha tested you. Granted, throwing a chair at someone wasn’t the safest way of testing them, but it worked in your case. You flinched and the chair burst into flames, falling to ash as it hit you. You were a fire witch. A protector.

However, you were a fire witch who could only use your powers that one time. After that, it was as if you had a block. Agatha had thrown other things at you as her way of “helping”, though you wondered if she just wanted an excuse for a bit of violence. Nothing. Books and a wooden spoon bounced off of your head.

“Well, we’re just going to have to see what unlocks you,” she said.

The road was brutal and unforgiving, killing one witch per trial. It scared you to know that the next three could do the same to the remaining witches, yourself included.

Rio seemed strangely unaffected by the death surrounding them. Agatha did as well, but seemed a bit more sensitive to it than her ex. You had been a crying mess after the first loss. Now you were just afraid.

You had grown attached to the two other witches. Agatha was captivating. She was intensely ambitious to the point of selfishness, but also contained multitudes. You could see the layers of her emotions peeking through every now and then. She was larger than life and spellbinding. Rio, meanwhile, had more teeth. She was aggressive and passionate. While she seemed detached at times, she had this insatiable desire to live life to the fullest. It was as if she were new to it. Little did you know, she was out of practice when it came to feeling genuine attachment to people and being among the living.

You could tell straight away that the two had a long history. The tension was thick, hanging heavily in the air. The rest of your now deceased coven could feel it too.

When you woke up alone, the two surviving coven members were nowhere to be found. You walked out a bit into the woods, looking for them. You stopped short at the sight of Rio being pinned against a tree by Agatha.

Rio was smirking at the other woman as if to challenge her. Agatha leaned in, biting at Rio’s lips. Her thigh was pressed against her core, grinding against her leather pants. Rio smiled as she craned her head back against the trunk of the tree. Agatha’s hand let her wrist go and slid down her front, dipping beneath her waistband. Rio let out a gasp, earning a smug smile and arched brow from Agatha.

You tried to sneak away, but accidentally stepped on a twig, the snap alerting the couple to your presence. They both looked at you, making the blood in your body rise to your cheeks.

Your fingertips suddenly sparked, the magic you were previously unable to access now activating with arousal. You had always repressed your desires in the past, having been raised in a strict religious family. You had been intimidate with a partner in the past, but it was all very vanilla.

Agatha noticed your hands burning with fire, her mind working to decipher what that could mean about your power.

“I… uh, sorry,” you said, quickly retreating back to the fire, jumping when the flame surged on the burnt out logs.

You could hear Rio laughing mockingly in the distance.

A few minutes later, the pair found you. Rio sat next to you with that same smirk from before while Agatha barely even looked at you. Her eyes fell on the newly lit fire.

“Interesting,” she said, her face illuminated by the glow.

“I’ll say,” Rio said, her hand resting on your knee.

The moment Rio touched you, the fire grew in intensity. Agatha’s eyes widened, looking both alarmed and excited about what this meant.

“I guess we finally found your spark,” Agatha said, giving you a sly smile.

Two small flames jumped out of the fire, catching on the dirt in a way that wasn’t physically possible. A trail ignited, two lines of fire forming and spreading out. Agatha’s fascination turned to worry.

“Alright… enough spark, let’s pull it back…” she said nervously.

“I’m not doing anything!” you said, your heart racing.

The fire formed a path, the flames staying in two controlled lines that led them to a tower in the distance. Rio tilted her head, toying with a flower she bloomed from her hand.

“Well, I guess we know whose trial this is,” she said.

Your heart was in your throat. Your power was still so unpredictable. You had used it once in self defense on a chair and once just moments ago. You watched as the two other women led the way. Agatha turned around, regarding you before speaking.

“You can do this. The road wouldn’t be calling you if you couldn’t. Let’s go.”

She spun back around, dramatically flipping her coat with no regard for the flames. You took a moment to steel yourself before following them.

The path led to a tower made of ice. The walls reflected the moonlight, giving it a glow against the backdrop of the sky. The door had a stained glass portrait of the full moon with fire surrounding it.

You pushed the door open and stepped through, expecting the usual costume change. You looked at Agatha and Rio to see that they were naked. Agatha looked nonplussed while Rio had a wolfish smile. Looking down, you were mortified to see your own naked body with one addition.

“Well, I didn’t know you were packing more than magical heat…” Agatha purred, looking down at the sizable dick that had been bestowed upon you.

“No, I… I don’t have… the road did it!” you said, shocked at your new anatomy.

“Well, the road has wonderful taste,” she replied as you tried covering it with your hands.

“Enough admiring, we should find the challenge,” Rio said, looking you up and down once more before searching your surroundings.

The ceiling was out of your sight, positioned at the very top of the massive tower. There were portraits lining the circular frozen walls. They were lined up like film, carvings of stone with bodies in different positions. The floor was cushioned and covered in silk sheets and decadent pillows.

You walked along the wall, finally distracted enough to examine the room. You touched a wall and felt the cold against your fingertips. You stepped back to the center with Agatha and Rio. Once you were all in the middle of the room, an ice hourglass began to slowly fill with water, the cube on top melting as time passed. A shelf emerged with four icicles attached. A circle of low burning fire surrounded the coven as the timer began.

Something resembling snow fell from the ceiling, breaking into a fog the three of you breathed in. Your heart began to race and you felt a flush burning your cheeks. There was an iron frame that appeared over one of the portraits. It was a carving of two people entangled in the missionary position.

You noticed the other two women struggling to keep their focus. Their pupils dilated and focused on you. You looked down and saw where all of your blood had rushed to.

Agatha looked up at the carving.

“I think we know what your trial is,” Agatha said, her voice a bit raspy, “Little miss purity has to discover a few things.”

You would have been resistant if you had been with anyone else, but the two other women had been present in your dreams since the beginning of the road.

“Wait, what?”

“You heard her, firestarter,” Rio said, stalking up to you.

A thin sheen of sweat covered her body, causing a layer of goosebumps to break out. She looked like she was about to consume you.

“I know you feel it too. That need rushing through you?” she said, leaning in to whisper into your ear.

“The air of arousal,” Agatha said, her body nearly shivering with desire, “That’s what we breathed in. If we don’t satiate it, it can kill you. Are you okay with this?”

Agatha actually seemed to care about how you felt about this, despite the irresistible lust taking her over.

“Yes,” you said eagerly before you could stop yourself, “I wanted it before.”

You turned to Rio, who was standing an inch from you, her hands running along your arms. You pulled her into a kiss, the heat within you passing the point of no return. Rio fell back, pulling you with her. You landed over her, catching yourself with your hands. Seeing her beneath you like this was more intense than you could imagine.

Rio reached between you, her hand wrapping around your cock. Her touch sent a shock through you, the flames of the circle rising a bit. You lowered your hips down as she guided you into her. You both gasped at the sensation. Your eyes squeezed shut at the overwhelming feeling.

“Move,” Rio ordered.

You opened your eyes and locked onto hers. You slowly moved your hips, getting used to the motion. You let out a whine as you began to speed up. Rio rolled her hips with yours, bucking and grinding against you. You didn’t know what else to do but thrust. She reached down again and began playing with her own clit. Her cunt squeezed around you as her mouth fell open into a moan. The flames grew another foot. An icicle fell from the shelf, crashing against the floor. There were three left.

You could hear a cranking sound as the portraits spun around the room, the frame now over a carving of a woman riding a man. Rio sat up, about to top you when Agatha interrupted.

“You already got one,” Agatha said to Rio.

She nearly tackled you to the floor, pinning your wrists on either side of your head. She straddled you, grinding herself along the side of your cock. You squirmed, your breath shaking at the feeling of her wet lips massaging you. She reached down and positioned you before sinking down onto you. She threw her head back, her long hair falling down her back. Her chest was shamelessly pushed out as she moved. Her hips rocked and circled, leaving you without a thought in your mind. You bucked up, drawing a gasp from her. She took you by the wrists and guided them over her breasts. You held onto her as you fucked her, your back arching off of the cushioned floor. You sat up, kissing and sucking at her neck. Her arms encircled you, her hand tangled in your hair as she held you to her throat. You moaned against her skin as she rode you.

“Fuck… fuck, fuck, fuck…” Agatha whispered as she moved faster.

Suddenly, she tensed up, her body freezing her into a vision of pleasure. Her mouth hung open, her eyes squeezing shut. Her slick walls pulsed around you, making you shudder with your own orgasm. Another icicle fell as the fire grew again. You were still terribly hard in a way that was painful.

The whirring of the portraits snapped you from your haze. The one that was picked made your pulse quicken. You could see it had the same effect on your coven members. Rio smiled and Agatha looked you up and down.

Something inside of you took hold. You grabbed Agatha by the waist, flipping her onto her hands and knees. You looked at Rio, saying, “Move.”

Rio didn’t have to be told twice. She sat and opened her legs in front of Agatha. You checked the time, the hourglass half full. Sweat trickled down your face, the magic nearly driving you insane.

You moved to your knees behind Agatha, reaching down and grabbing her by the hair. She let out a shocked moan as you pulled her tresses before slamming into her. You shoved her head down into Rio’s pussy.

Her mouth immediately went to work, drawing hitches and sighs from Rio. You grabbed her by the hip with your free hand and pulled her into each thrust. The sound of moans, the wet sounds of Agatha’s mouth exploring Rio, and your thighs slapping against Agatha’s ass filled the tower. You felt a feral need to make her cum. Your hand went from her hair to her back. You dug your nails in and scratched down over its arch. You could feel the way Agatha reacted to it, knowing then that Agatha had a submissive side.

“Slap her,” Rio growled, “She loves it.”

You reared back, your hand coming down against her ass with a force. Agatha let out a wild cry against Rio’s warmth. She then went back to sucking on Rio’s clit, earning higher and higher moans. You knew she was close and also knew how to help Agatha to catch her up. You reached your arm around her and played with the sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Ah! Fuck, yes!” she cried out, pressing her cheek to Rio’s inner thigh before returning to her.

The two women’s moans rose in pitch until all three of you broke. You fell forward, catching yourself on your hands before crushing Agatha. You could hear the shattering of another icicle as it fell. One left. The flames were several feet high and licking at the walls.

The carvings spun one last time. This one was more confusing than the others. Two women, lying one on top of the other facing the sky. The man was inside of one while the other held her.

“Ah, I see,” Rio said.

She guided Agatha as she laid down. Rio lay under her, her front pressing against her back. They were stacked on one another, waiting for you. You looked at the hourglass and saw how close you were to the end of your time.

You were on your knees when you held Agatha’s hips and thrusted into her. Her head fell back against Rio’s shoulder. You took no time for foreplay. You fucked her with abandon before pulling out of her, earning a violent glare.

You then slid into Rio, fucking her with the same force. She kissed and marked Agatha, her neck one big bruise. Your hands covered her breasts, pinching and tugging at them. She leaned down and kissed Agatha, pouring all of the hidden desire you had been harboring for her into it. You pulled out of Rio and sank back into Agatha, a whimper escaping her lips driving you absolutely insane.

She screamed as her cunt strangled you, her body spasming with her climax. You looked at her wild hair and her blissed out face. You wanted to remember this forever.

You then sank into Rio, pulling an animalistic growl from her that slightly scared you. Your thighs ached as you sped your thrusts, angling to find the part of Rio that made her scream. She shook and shrieked as she came with you following soon after, the pleasure blinding you for a moment.

The fire shot up, reaching the top of the tower as the final icicle fell. The walls melted down, water falling and rolling down to the ground. The carvings fell from the melted walls into the dirt. The hourglass filled and broke before disintegrating into a puddle. The fire that had been emanating from your magic returned to your hands. You looked down and your clothes were back and your member was gone.

“Well,” Agatha said, standing on wobbly legs before dusting herself off, “Good job, team.”

Rio snorted with a laugh, getting up and offering you a hand. You took it and walked with them, now knowing the trip down the road would be much more fun.

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[ivyasproperty]

Necklace.

agathario x fem!witch!reader

summary - You made an impulsive decision and bought a necklace adorned with gems. Why?

warning(s) - some cursing

word count : 967

A/N : here reader is also a witch, but it's mentioned only once soooo..

men / minors dni!

You have no idea why you bought it. You were already struggling financially, so why in gods name did you buy a necklace worth almost your entire fortune?! You tried to calm down your racing mind, sweating buckets as you try and figure out why you made the impulsive decision to buy a necklace. You thought maybe because it was beautiful, adorned with purple and green gems, but you've seen multiple magnificent things in life and you've never made the stupid decision to buy it, even when you wanted it so badly, so when egged you to buy this monstrosity?

As you paced around your living room, necklace in hand, a sudden knock at your front door caught your attention. With how loudly and rapidly they were knocking, they've probably been at it for awhile now. You rushed to the door, not wanting to keep the person waiting and seem like a bad person, but stopped halfway. You were living in the middle of nowhere. The reason being running away from the witch hunters. Yes, you had powers, powerful ones in fact, but harming others never sat right with you. And if harming someone or something didn't sit right with you, don't even mention killing someone.

So as quickly as you could, you placed the necklace down and grabbed a nearby frying pan, just for extra measures, and rushed to open the door, but not before peeping through the windows. After seeing who was outside, you sighed in annoyance and reluctantly opened the front door. Standing there was the one and only infamous witch killer, Agatha Harkness, and beside her, Lady Death, also known as your past lovers. Things were rocky after your break up, and even though it took you awhile for your heart to heal, you managed. But seeing them in front of you brought back all the buried up emotions you spent forever to get over.

"What do you want?" "We need somewhere to camp out, pet.", said Agatha. Before you could even reply her, she brushed past you and welcomed herself into your humble abroad. "Yes, do come in," the sentence was very obviously dripped with sarcasm, but Agatha decided to ignore it. You looked back to the front door, not surprised Rio wasn't standing there, she probably teleported herself inside. As you closed the door, Agatha spoke up "What's this necklace doing here? I have to say, it is a beauty, but aren't you like... broke?" "Don't be rude." said the green witch. You snatched the necklace out of her hands and rolled your eyes, "It's none of your business, Agatha."

And as you walked away to the kitchen, necklace still in hand, that's when you realized the reason you bought the necklace Well fuck, you were in deep shit. You kept asking yourself a certain question, didn't you get over them? And you always said yes, but I guess your dumbass still hasn't gotten over them. But who could blame you? Agatha's crystal blue eyes, Rio's dark brownish hair.... oh god you were trailing off again.

As you stood there in a daze, Agatha and Rio stared at you with utter confusion. You've always been a responsive and quick-witted person, so seeing you just standing there in your own world was certainly a new experience. "What's wrong with her?", whispered Agatha, "How the hell am I supposed to know?" You came back to your senses while they were whispering, not sure how to stay calm. You were supposed to be over them! Gone! Out of your heart and mind! But as you looked back down at the necklace in your hands, you couldn't help the longing stare you gave to both the necklace and them.

Rio could sense it, the longing, the wanting them back. She nudged the witch standing beside her, whose attention was occupied by the horrid decorations of your home, which you tried make do. As she looked at you, she too couldn't help but notice the stare you were giving them. To be honest, the reason the two witches came to your doorstep was because they wanted to try and mend the relationship you guys once had. Sure, they were content with each other, but you were still etched into their minds. And with that, they just needed to exchange a knowing look and went along with their plan to win you back.

You didn't notice them moving from their spot, too focused on the necklace in your hands. So it was an understatement at the fact you were startled when two pair of hands wrapped around you. But you didn't jump away from their embrace, instead leaning into the two pair of arms. You missed this, the warmth they radiated from their bodies. Rio took the necklace and clipped it around your neck as Agatha hugged you tighter, not willing to let go as she inhaled your scent, not wanting to forget it even though it was already embedded into her senses.

"I missed this," whispered Agatha. "We all did, and we're sorry, darling. For what we've done. Agatha and I were wondering if.... you'd like to give it another chance?" It was rare for Rio's voice to be this soft. She's always been this cold hearted woman, but the vulnerability in her voice didn't startle you, instead it brought a warmness to your heart. You stood there in their embrace for awhile, contemplating whether you should accept their proposal or not. "Last chance," you whispered.

And as you three stood there together, their hands traveled to the necklace around your neck. And you felt a tingly sensation in your stomach. You should've realized the reason you bought the necklace sooner, considering how the gems that adorned it were the signature colors of your two lovers.

A/N : not that big of a fan of this but whatever!!!! hope you enjoyed this! don't hesitate to give a request!!! ><

[sleeepybeary]

☆ 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐂𝐔𝐓 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐑 ☆

: Rio carves her name into your arm

Rio pushing her fingers into your hair, fisting a tight bundle as she presses the blade of her knife against the skin of your forearm.

"Deep breath for me, baby"

She had instructed, grinning almost maniacally as the sharp edge pushed into the soft of your flesh - slicing through the layers of skin and causing a prick of blood to pool slightly around its edges.

It wasn't the first time she dug her knife into you, but this time was different, this time, she was carving a gift into you.

"That's it," she chuckled, pressing a kiss to your scrunched nose. "Just a little more"

It took no more than a few more moments before Rio had pulled away, holding the knife between you both.

It was coated in that deep red hue, the blood from your body that shined in the correct lighting.

A deep shudder ran through you as her tongue stretched out, curving to meet the length of her knife and the blood alongside it.

Rio hummed, her eyes focused solely on your own as she placed her blade down beside you, her hand moving to grip and straggle your wrist up.

"You taste like heaven. It's too bad i'll be dragging you to hell"

"Was that necessary?"

Rio raised an eyebrow as she monitored the way your arm leaked with blood - with a submissive form of love. You bled for her, and therefore, you were hers.

"Of course, sweetheart. It just means you're one cut closer to being mine"

[saphiccarma]

- Sweet Thing

Relationships - Agatha Harkness x Rio Vidal x Reader

Summary - Sirens weren't all that bad, instead hunted for their tails that had glimmering scales worth a high amount of value. Agatha and Rio intended to sell your tail, but soon became rather attatched

Warnings: Kidnapping (fishnapping?), spear wound, non consensual kissing (Kind of? Reader doesn't know human customs so it's a bit iffy)

A/N: Uhm- I fell in love with this prompt and this is my fav thing I've written for aaa week so far.

Sirens were creatures of the sea, brilliant ones that were meant to swim free and wild. Unlike most tales, you did not sing sailors to their death, only a few sirens chose to do that. The sun bore down on the vast ocean, not able to reach the depths where you lived, so you swam near the surface. It was a dangerous move to do so. Pirates still roamed the seas, even as far out as you were, and sirens' tails sold for a high price.

Typically, you lived in the depths where humans couldn't reach, swirling in between coral and rocks while following colorful fish. Flat areas were used as farming grounds for food. It was a perfect life, yet part of you still longed for the human world. You had never gone close to shore before, always living too far out. Not only that but your father had prevented you from contact with humans.

As you grew older, so did your defiance for your father and you had been wandering closer to the surface, going further away from home and closer to the shore. Once you had gotten close enough to hear voices. People danced along the shore in the night, sticks with a bright thing glowing off of them. From what you had heard they were torches. Humans swung their arms and feet, joyful laughter echoing as odd garments attached to them swayed with their movements.

You wished so desperately to join them.

Sirens were rumored to be able to transform into humans, tails shifting to legs, gills and fins disappearing into your skin. The odd tint of your skin would disperse, and you would look like a normal person. You never had the confidence to try it out. Humans wore these odd things, clothes, your grandma called them. Sirens didn't have clothes. You figured you would stand out too much and that was the last thing you wanted if you were trying to explore the human world.

Seagulls cawed above you as you leisurely floated near the surface, the tip of your tail peeking out. There was only a split second you had after you saw them. A large ship, its sides climbing up and up, wooden panels lined up neatly to prevent water from getting in. Large metal nozzles peaked out the side. Silver flashed through the air and then there was a piercing pain in your tail.

Yelping, you paled when you bled into the water, a sharp spear sticking out of your tail. Panic overcame you as you reached to pull it out, wincing at the sting. It had gone all the way through your tail. Scales came out with it, leaving bare skin and a large hole in your tail. Shock kept you stuck in place, staring at the gaping gap in your tail that leaked a bright red.

"Dammit Billy!" You heard a voice curse from the ship and your head snapped up, eyes widening with fear, "You weren't supposed to hit the tail."

Once again you hardly had time to react before a net was hurling at you. With your tail damaged and pain pulsing through you, you weren't able to get away as the net dropped down on you and closed all around you. A scream bubbled in your throat. There was a harsh tug and then you were dangling in the air, your blood dripping into the water and you could see shark fins circling below.

You winced as your body slammed into the ship, wood digging into your sensitive skin. Thrashing as you were dragged across the wood, you tried to break free. But your tail flapped uselessly, and your arms did nothing against the ropes. A taunting chuckle echoed behind you, and you were no longer being dragged across the wood. You stopped in your struggles for a moment, meeting eyes with a woman.

Her piercing eyes were an icy blue, framed by brown hair that fell around her face and highlighted her sharp cheekbones. Her tongue dragged over her pink lips as she crouched, one hand on her knee, and studied you.

There was nothing you could do to stop the fear that tore through your system. It overran any common sense you otherwise would've had and numbed the pain in your tail. Blood leaked onto the deck, seeping into the wood and staining it an even darker color.

Another woman stood behind the blue eyed one. This one had big brown eyes, one that was often associated with childlike innocence, but she looked anything but innocent. Her lips, a pale pink, were pulled into a smirk that made her eyes twinkle with dark joy. A knife twirled between her fingers and when your gaze caught on it your breath hitched. Sun light bounced off it, highlighting the sharp edge.

She met your eye, pausing in her fidgety movements, and held the knife up for you to see. You flinched back, trying to get away. Your eyes flickered around for an escape, searching for somewhere to go.

It was then that you noticed how many people were here, watching in silence. There were four others on board. A woman who had a pink shirt, one with red in her hair, and older woman who looked weird, and a young boy - the youngest out of all of them. His eyes were wide, and face flushed as he looked away from you, keeping his gaze

Inhaling shakily, you forced a question past your lips, "What do you want with me?" Your words were unsteady, hesitance and fear dripping from them.

"Well, we wanted your tail," the blue-eyed woman drawled, "But then Billy hit it, so you have no more use, hon."

"You’re pirates," you breathed softly. If you thought you were scared before, it was worse now. Your heart beat frantically in your chest. Humans may have portrayed sirens as these horrible creatures, luring sailors to their death for fun, but that was only some of you. Sirens told tales of pirates who murdered their friends in cold blood, laughing as the blood tainted the water and dolphins pocked at their bodies sadly. Pirates were the most brutal type of humans.

"Well, I thought that was obvious," She glanced around dramatically, her long fingers flaring around. Your tail twitched.

"She needs medical care Agatha," the boy, Billy you think, said. He made a pointed glance towards your tail which was leaking out onto the deck, a steady stream of blood. Your head was lightheaded as you propped yourself on your elbows.

"Put me back in the water and I'll be fine," you mumbled. Your father will find you. Or the fish would tell him. It didn't matter but you would rather die in the ocean then on this ship.

Agatha scoffed, her head tipping back slightly, "That's funny." She leaned closer for a brief moment, eyes slowly dragging from your face down to the gaping wound in your tail. "Billy go get some cloth and a needle with string. And what are the rest of you doing? Get back to work!" Everyone but the brown eyed brunette left, Billy scurrying away to get whatever she ordered.

With a small nod from Agatha, the other woman stepped forward, her smirk widening as she twirled her knife around. You flinched when she bent down, prepared for more pain. Except she only cut through the rope and let it fall to the floor.

"She's skittish," She said, glancing at Agatha with some sort of emotion gleaming in her eyes, "I like it."

Billy came back a moment later, carrying a bundle of cloth in his hand with a needle and string in the other. He averted his eyes towards the ground as he got closer. The shiny metal caught your eyes, and they widened in more fear. You tried to scramble back, no longer tangled by the rope, but it did little use when Agatha grabbed the tip of your tail and yanked you back. A yelp escaped your lips as she held you firmly in place, despite your frantic squirming.

"Hold still," she snapped. Her hands were surprisingly tender as they pressed the cloth onto your wound, the white material becoming red quickly. The other woman knelt by your head, her hands held out placatingly before she pressed down on your shoulders, forcing you to lay down. Her eyes lingered on your chest for a moment, something dark in her eyes.

"How does your healing work?" Her words were soft, not matching the mischievous glint in her eyes.

You gasped when Agatha pressed down on the wound, your tail flicking up, "Uhm- like normal?"

You watched as Agatha raised an unimpressed eyebrow as she wiped the blood on your tail, the cloth occasionally catching on your scales. They shimmered under the sunlight, and you were suddenly aware of how hot it was up here. It was like you were being held above a heat vent, the water bubbling and searing your skin. Your skin and scales were drying out.

Baring your teeth, you hissed when Agatha swiped through the wound, her towel collecting blood and giving you a clearer view. A hand cupped your chin, tilting your head up and forcing your mouth open. An offended sound left your throat as the brown eyed woman examined your mouth. She squeezed your cheeks and leant closer.

Their hands were all over you, on your tail, your face - it was too much. You shoved at the woman holding your face, although that did nothing but make her tighten her grip and grin wildly. Her eyes were ablaze with delight as she tugged your face close.

"Don't do that," her voice was light, almost like a song, "Be nice."

Agatha scoffed from her spot at your tail, glancing up with a small smile. You would snarl at her if you could, but the other woman still held you tightly. Her grip was bruising against your face and her nails dug into your skin. She hummed as she twisted you, giving her different angles of your fangs that protruded like spikes from your gums.

It was a defense mechanism that ran in your specific genes, but it did nothing to help you now. Finally, she let you go, her fingers uncurling from your cheeks, but her eyes never left your face.

"Can you have stitches?" Agatha was threading the string through the needle as she asked the question, sitting back on her shins.

You blinked, wide eyed and confused, "Those are?"

"I'll take that as a no," she sighed, chewing on her lower lip, "How do you heal?"

"I've never-" you shrugged. Pain throbbed from your tail, worse than anything you had ever felt. You had gotten small nicks and cuts before. "Nothing has been this bad."

Agatha threw the needle onto the ground, "Well that's helpful." She glared at you as if it was your fault that you had been speared through your tail. You returned her harsh look.

"Water," you croaked, your throat suddenly dry. The two women exchanged a glance before the unknown one stood, her boots clicking on the floor. Biting pain coursed through your veins, and you wished it would stop. The harsh sun beating down didn't help as you lacked the familiar comfort of the sea. A moment later the other woman returned, a bucket in her hands before she splashed it all over your tail. It wasn't graceful or much but soothed the ache of the puncture.

Agatha leaned past your tail, cupping your chin in her face with a sick grin, "I think I'll keep you."

^____________^

A few day cycles in you figured out how to turn into your human form, your tails becoming legs and gills vanishing. The only thing that remained was your sharp teeth. It was awkward at first, stumbling around as you tried to figure out how to walk. They made it look so easy and Agatha and Rio laughed as you fell flat on your face.

The two had dressed you in their clothes. It felt restricting to be confined by such human things and you hated it, but apparently that was what was expected by humans. You were stuck in their room, stuck to stare longingly out into the sea as you watched the waves crash up against the side of the boat, but they never let you out. If you were let out, you were bolt in an instant and jump into the sea.

Billy brought you food on a tray with a sympathetic smile and a soothing voice. He offered empathy, a listening ear, which you turned down at first. Then days turned into more and you were still stuck in the room. You took up Billy's offer to talk when the days began to become longer and longer, drawing out as if they would never end.

Agatha and Rio would return at night, snuggling up in their bed as you slept on one parallel to theirs. Once you had woken up to the bed creaking and obscene moans being drawn out. You had flipped over, the blanket pulled up to your shoulder, as you sat still as a rock in bed. After casually mentioning it to Billy when he came to see you, he turned bright red and spluttered before explaining it was the way humans reproduced. You decided not to question it more after that.

Snapping you out of your thoughts, the door creaked open, Agatha walking in. Rio trailed behind with her hands shoved casually in her pockets. Per usual, you scrambled back as far as possible on your bed, hissing. Agatha rolled her eyes. She sat on the edge of the bed, eyes scanning over you in a way you would never understand. It was as if she was trying to see inside of you. She scooched closer and you bared your teeth.

Lips curling in annoyance, Agatha's hand shot forward, grabbing your chin. There was a split second before she had a tool in her hand, pliers if you remembered correctly, and they were latched tight onto your teeth.

She leaned in close, her eyes narrowed, "I told you to stop that," her voice was low, a warning, "I will give you one more chance before I yank your teeth out, understand?"

Rio was smirking behind her when you glanced back, your cheeks flushed a dark red. Agatha raised a brow.

"Understood?"

You huffed but nodded the best you could with her firm grip on you. Her nails dug into your skin one more time before she let go with a satisfied smirk. Closing your mouth, you licked your lips and sat back, face red as the tomatoes Billy showed you how to juggle with once. Agatha twirled the pliers in her fingers before shoving them into her pocket.

"How would you like to leave this room?" Agatha's words sent a jolt of joy through you, and you perked up, pointed ears alert and ready to hear what she had to say. She smiled at your excitement, "Hang on pretty girl, there's a couple things first. If you try to run, I will lock you back up in this room again. You are to stay by my side. Do not make me tie you up like a dog."

You tilted your head, blinking at her. What was a dog? Although being tied up did not sound like fun, after a moment you reluctantly nodded. There was hardly a moment before Rio's hand was latched onto your forearm and she was dragging you out. You stumbled over your own two feet, still not used to without a fin, and let Rio drag you along. Not that you had a choice.

You glanced back at Agatha for help, but the woman was just watching in amusement, eyes twinkling brightly.

"Alright," Rio said softly, shoving a door open, "Here's the sun."

Blinking, you took in the sunlight, hand coming up to shield your eyes. It shone down brightly, a harsh heat compared to the cool of the bedroom. While the coolness reminded you of the depths of the ocean, it was nice to see the sun again. You tilted your face up, closing your eyes and letting the heat seep into your skin. You hardly noticed Rio's grip on your arm, or the way it loosened, and she stood watching you with a soft smile.

"Y/N!" Billy's loud voice interrupted your peace, and your eyes snapped open. He was running towards you, shirt untucked and flapping in the slight wind like his fluffy black hair.

You forced a smile onto your lips after a nervous glance at Rio, "Hey Billy."

He grabbed your hand, tearing you away from Rio. You were partially glad for the distance from the woman, but a part of you wanted to be near her. Billy dragged you up the stairs, once again tripping over your own two feet. It was a miracle that they managed to stay on them for the whole day.

The sea splashed against the side of the boat, a consistent and steady sound that made you long for the sea even more. That deep yearning inside of you arose again, even stronger than before. Your eyes latched onto the waves, imagining yourself in them. You would no longer have legs - you would have a fin and gills again and the wet feeling of the water on your skin.

The fish circling around you, the water cool and comforting. A little bit of sun shining through the blue surface when you came up. Your family's faces were slowly fading from your mind, but you still longed to be with them again.

You didn't realize that since you stopped so did Billy, his hand still in yours as he stared at you.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, "You don't deserve this."

You shrugged. Maybe you did deserve it. Even after hundreds of lectures from your father, you still chose to push your luck. The thrill of adrenaline you got made it all worth it. If you had just listened, then this never would have happened.

"Billy," Agatha's voice cut through the air, "I'll take her from here."

Billy smiled sheepishly, directing one to you with a deeper meaning, before he scurried off. Agatha gave him an affectionate glance before she turned her eyes to you, an unamused look in them.

"Don't let Billy drag you around." She muttered it like it was a piece of advice, but it sounded more like a command. You rolled your eyes at her and curled your lips in defiance. Agatha narrowed her eyes and grabbed you by the arm. "Watch the attitude."

And once again you were tempted to respond with some sort of snark but refrained in exchange for walking away and further up the deck. The wind blew your hair in your face and whipped against your skin. It wasn't so different from the underwater currents and made you miss home even more. Agatha trailed behind you, although you could hear a second set of footsteps that told you Rio was there too.

You wandered up the front of the ship and stared down into the water. It would be so easy to jump.

A hand clamped down your shoulder and hot breath hovered by your ear, "You gonna jump?" Rio lips brushed against your cheekbone as she leaned even closer, and you could feel her chest press up against your back. A part of you wanted to pull away from her touch, leap into the water and enjoy the comforting embrace, but something held you there. It wasn't Rio's hand, nor Agatha's piercing gaze.

Even as you tried to pick your feet up off the wooden deck, you failed. It was as if you were stuck in place. Frustration boiled in your stomach as time passed on and your brows furrowed.

The waves crashed against the ship, seemingly more aggressive in tune to your emotions. Tears of resentment pooled in your eyes and your fists clenched.

"Why?" you croaked, "Why not just let me go?"

Rio's lip teased the column of your throat, and you shrugged her off while your heart pounded in your chest.  You could practically feel her smirk even though you couldn't see her. The movement of her lips felt personal although you didn't know why, it felt as if it meant more, but you didn't know why. Her arms slowly circled around your waist, tugging you even closer and trapping you.

"Because you're too sweet to let go," she whispered against your skin. Your lip wobbled as she squeezed you tight and kept her palms flat against your stomach. Dolphins surfaced, their fins peeking through the top of the water as they leapt and dived happily. It irked you that you couldn't be there with them. You used to swim with dolphins every chance you got, swerving through you their pods like an obstacle course.

The thought only made your eyes burn further and your heart tighten.

"I want to go home."

You hated how broken your voice sounded, how cracked it was. Desperation leaked through as you felt a tear fall. Another human weakness. It trailed down your cheek and you felt Agatha's hands cup your face, turning you towards her. Blue eyes, shimmering with desire, met yours. Except hers weren’t filled with tears. Agatha’s hands were so gentle on your face, kinder than she should be.

Her thumb wiped away the fallen tear with a soft smile, one that almost hid the sharp look in her eyes, "This is your home."

[westcoastcreative]

Atta Girl

He kissed, nipped and bit at your neck, chest and nipples when you rode him, knowing just that was enough to take you sob-moaning over the edge.

The spanking and gripping into handfuls of your ass cheeks as he drilled up into you harder made the sex ruthlessly, unavoidably nastier and louder. Rio liked it that way.

When he was satisfied with how your body responded to his first two areas of focus, Rio brought a hand up to wrap around your thick length of curls and firmly tug your head back.

You felt the pinky of his other hand poke into your asshole tauntingly just as he dully bit into a mouthful of your tit and nipple while keeping up the deep, targeted strokes. Your wail-cry on a particular angling of his contact was what he’d been striving for.

“‘Atta girl,” he growled hot against your chin as you vibrated with complete surrender.

[d-z20]

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

-OR-

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

Masterlist

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.

—

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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[romanovspy]

𝐫𝐢𝐨 𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

𝐫𝐢𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐭. 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐠 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩.

𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐚𝐝𝐦𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫.

𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐩 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬. 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞.

𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞.

𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐮𝐥𝐭. 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐮𝐦 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐥𝐲, 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞.

[covenofagatha]

Spitroasting with g!p Agatha and g!p Rio

*gasp* who said that 🫢

I'm definitely not thinking about the same thing 👀 anyways...

Two is better than one

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: g!p Agatha, g!p Rio, spitroasting, daddy Rio, mommy Agatha, threesome, squirting, degradation, praise, light spanking

When Agatha gets home from work, the first thing she hears when she steps into the kitchen is the faint sound of slapping skin and your high-pitched whines and she chuckles to herself. 

Rio was always easier to break than she was, all it took is that doe-eyed look you do so well coupled with a daddy, please, and Rio couldn’t resist. 

So Agatha slowly steps up the stairs, careful to not make a sound lest she alert either of you. She creeps to the doorway and peeks around it, and the fabric of her pants instantly tightens. 

Rio’s got you on your knees and elbows on the bed, one hand wound in your hair, the other gripping your hip tightly, while she quickly thrusts her cock inside you. When she draws out, Agatha can see her length glistening with your wetness. Rio’s face is contorted with pleasure and Agatha wonders how long she’s been fucking you. 

“Tell me how good I’m making you feel,” Rio barks, slapping her hand on your ass and you emit another moan. 

It takes you a moment to respond because of the dizziness in your head. “So fucking good, daddy, your cock is so deep inside me — fuck, daddy, please!” 

“Better hope mommy doesn’t come home and see what a slut you’re being right now,” Rio grunts, pushing you down further into the mattress and you gasp at the new angle. She’s hitting your g-spot with every time and you can feel your orgasm building up. Tension is coiling in your body and you just need a bit more—

“Oh, well mommy is here,” Agatha says, stepping into the room and clapping slowly. “And she certainly does see what a slut you are.” Rio freezes inside you, her cock pulsing. You turn your head to watch Agatha walk over to you while you start to lazily move back and forth on Rio’s cock, who hisses. You’re by the edge of the bed so she comes to stand right in front of you.

“Hi, mommy,” you greet casually amidst the squelching sounds you’re making. If you act like her darling little girl, maybe she won’t punish you too badly. There’s an unspoken rule that you and Rio have to get Agatha’s permission before having sex, and you definitely didn’t today. 

In fact, Agatha told you this morning before she left in no uncertain terms, that you and Rio had to wait until she got home today. 

But then you had gotten horny and it doesn’t take much to convince Rio to fuck you. 

“Hi, sweetheart,” she says, tracing her fingers over your lips before shoving them into your mouth. You gag, eyes rolling to look up at her through your eyelashes, and you don’t miss the flicker of heat in her eyes. “You know I could hear you the second I got home?” 

You try to look embarrassed. “Whoops.” 

Agatha huffs out a laugh and pulls her sticky fingers out before wiping them on your cheeks. “Well, if you want the entire neighborhood to know what a slut you are for us, that’s fine.” She unbuckles her belt from her pants, slides it out, and throws it somewhere across the room. “But, you see, honey, mommy and daddy have a reputation to uphold.” She undoes the button to her pants and drags the zipper down slowly. “So I think I need to shut you up.” 

She pulls out her already-hard cock and you involuntarily clench around Rio. Her nails dig into your hips but you barely even feel it over how drunk you feel. You’ve never had both of them inside you at the same time. 

“Keep going, Rio,” Agatha orders, stroking her cock and watching the way your face changes when Rio starts to thrust back into you roughly. Agatha’s cock gets harder under her hand and your mouth is watering from the thought of tasting her. 

Rio’s cock is longer, but Agatha’s is girthier, so your jaw always hurts more after giving the older woman a blowjob. But the ache is delicious during it, and you can’t even imagine how good it’s going to feel to have Rio this deep inside you while Agatha fucks your mouth. 

Agatha waits until you’re a moaning mess before knocking Rio’s hand that’s holding onto your hair aside, taking its place with her own hand, and dragging her hot cock against your lips. She spreads her precum all over you, getting your cheeks and chin covered as well, before positioning it at your open mouth. 

You look up at her pleadingly and she slaps her cock against your stuck-out tongue a few times, making you moan at the weight. 

And then she pushes in all while Rio is pounding into you hard. 

Agatha starts out with shallow thrusts, just bobbing into your mouth and pulling back, and Rio’s grunts get louder behind you, her pace becoming more erratic. 

When Agatha finally gets her cock all the way down your throat, she pauses for a moment and just revels in the way your mouth feels around her, and you hollow out your cheeks and suck, making her whimper. 

Rio slows down, more than likely to stave off her own orgasm, so you’re being gently rocked forward onto Agatha’s cock. But then Agatha starts to move her hips and Rio matches her, and they’re both using you at the same time and you’ve never felt pleasure this intense before. 

“Look at our little whore, Rio,” Agatha chokes out and you can barely hear her over the wet sounds from your cunt and your gagging. You cough around her cock and it sends spittle pouring down your chin. “Taking both our cocks like the good slut she is. So fucking desperate for us. Oh, fuck—” You rub your tongue against the underside of her cock, where she’s really sensitive, and she pitches forward. 

“Such a good girl for mommy and daddy,” Rio coos before spanking you roughly. You whimper and the vibrations make Agatha’s hand tighten in your hair. Your jaw starts to burn but you try to relax and open a bit wider so Agatha can keep using your mouth. “Are we making you feel good, doll?” 

You babble something but it’s completely unintelligible with Agatha’s cock in your mouth and the fog in your brain, so you settle for nodding your head. Rio pulls your hips up to arch your back even more and you moan loudly, but it’s muffled. Rio is hitting so deep inside you that your toes are curling and your eyes are rolling back into your head. Both of their cocks are throbbing inside you and you know none of you are going to be able to last much longer. 

Your pussy clenches sporadically around Rio’s cock and your throat convulses around Agatha’s, and both of them are grunting with the effort of fucking you. You miss the shared glance between them and then all of a sudden, their thrusts match. They both push in and out of you at the same time and it’s completely overwhelming. 

“So fucking good,” Agatha rasps, both of them speeding up and your eyes gloss over. Tension like you’ve never felt is skating through your body, heat thrumming in your veins, and you feel everything. It’s all heightened — the way Rio’s cock drags against your walls, the way Agatha’s cock twitches against your tongue, you’re hyper-aware of Rio’s nails in your hips and Agatha’s hands both tangled in your hair. “Taking our cocks like a perfect slut. Our perfect slut. So good for mommy and daddy.” 

Rio starts to rut into you, shallowly but still quickly, and it feels like her cock is swelling inside you. “Fuck, doll, daddy’s gonna cum.” 

A thrill runs through you and you clench around her even more, but Agatha tightly says, “Not yet. Wait for me. We’re going to fill her up at the same time.” A loud keen rips itself out of your mouth, clear as day even with Agatha’s rough thrusts. Your throat is raw and your jaw is aching and tears are pouring down your face, mixing with the saliva on your chin, but you’re so fucking close and you need them to cum. Pressure is building up in your stomach in a way that’s never happened before, almost like you have to pee. 

But then they both give you a really hard thrust and the pressure explodes. You let out a sob and then you feel a gush of wetness and instant relief and Rio whimpers. 

“She fucking squirted,” Rio moans in awe, her breathing growing heavier. Agatha makes a pained sound and you know that they’re both so close.

So you suck Agatha’s cock roughly and she swears before stiffening. Rio sees this and drives her hips into you one last time before their warm seed spreads. You fall apart even more as they pump their cum into you, all three of you groaning and grunting. 

Agatha pulls out first and you gasp for breath, the cum that you didn’t swallow leaking out the side of your mouth. She cleans her cock off using your face and then swipes at the trail of cum with a finger and stuffs it back into your mouth. 

Rio stays inside you until she softens, both of you enjoying the feeling of her twitching every now and then when you clench from an aftershock. When her cock slips out of your body, her cum oozes out in globs and you fall onto the bed, absolutely spent and panting. 

The younger woman comes to stand in front of you next to Agatha and you can see how absolutely soaked you got her. There’s another pang of heat inside you when you take in how wet their cocks are. 

Agatha begins to slowly stroke hers and your breath catches in your throat when it slowly starts to harden again. 

“Let’s give her a second to recover,” she says, looking at Rio, “and then we switch. I want to know how her pussy feels after you’ve already cum inside it.” 

You can’t help the moan that escapes you. 

Fuck. 

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Welts and Caresses

Agatha Harkness x Rio Vidal x Reader

Sharing is Caring - Chapter 2/2

Chapter One

Summary: pain is just as delicious as pleasure when it comes to them

Tags: impact play (thighs and chest), bondage, fingering (R & Rio receiving), Sir Rio, Mistress Agatha, birch rod, biting, marking, oral fixation, light degradation, hand around neck

masterlist | AO3

Authors note: my asks are open if you want to talk about this au or would like to make a request :)

Rio’s legs hook around yours and forces them wide open. Agatha greedily takes you in. You preen, even with the looming punishment. She always loves to see evidence of what she does to you. Her grip tightens on the birch rod and you try to lessen your punishment one last time.

“Rio, please,” you whimper. “I didn’t mean to.”

Her hand wraps around your chin and forces your head back.

“That’s not my name.”

“Sir,” you quickly correct yourself but it’s too late.

“Agatha,” Rio commands. The birch rod flies through the air before you can blink. A pained gasp leaves your lips at the stinging it brings. 

Agatha strikes a mirroring spot on your other thigh. She strikes again just above it and your hips jerk away and then forward. Rio chuckles lowly in your ear.

“You’re not meant to be enjoying this, pet,” she says.

“I’m not,” you deny weakly.

“Oh, is that so?”

Agatha’s next strike lands centimetres from your cunt and you moan. The pain immediately turns to pleasure.

“You’ve always been such a terrible liar,” Agatha says and twirls the rod in her hand. She flicks it and you flinch, bringing a smirk to her face. Rio starts to gently bite your neck to prepare you for when she sinks her teeth in.

Agatha strikes you in the same spot and you cry out, tears gathering. Rio bites down and you moan, hands moving to grip her thighs tightly. You start to rock gently in Rio’s hold and Agatha tsks.

“Always so needy,” she says.You whine and try to open your legs wider, begging for some relief. She hits you again instead. “Rio, be a dear and hold her still.”

That’s not a good sign. Rio’s the one meant to be in charge. They share a look that’s more than familiar to you. It means they’re talking to each other telepathically. Which is never good for you.

“Gladly.” She forces your hands behind your back and holds them with one hand while the other forces your chin up again. “Head back, darling, you really don’t want Agatha to miss and ruin that pretty face of yours.”

Miss?

You can’t see the hit coming and pain flares along the side of your breast. You cry out in surprise and try to get out of Rio’s hold. A silly thing to attempt when it comes to her.

“This is meant to be a punishment,” Rio reminds you. “If your cunt is so greedy touching anywhere near it brings pleasure then we’ll just have to hurt you somewhere else, won’t we?”

“Yes, sir,” you say with tears thick in your voice. The heat heading straight for your core. It’s strange for Agatha to be so quiet but her heavy breathing tells you she’s barely hanging on to her control. Having you like this again is effecting her more than you thought.

The next three strikes burn but you don’t cry out again until Agatha hits your nipple. She does it again. Your core throbs, your clit pulses.

“Please,” you whine.

“Please what?” 

Agatha hits you again and you can’t remember.

“Please what, pet?”

“Don’t tell us you want to stop.”

Rio’s hand releases your chin to slither down to your cunt. She laughs when she finds you dripping.

“Definitely not stop,” she says.

Agatha returns to your thighs and you arch.

“Please what, pet?” she demands.

“Please fuck me,” you beg.

Agatha strikes your thigh again and a tear slips down your cheek as you strain against Rio’s hold. Rio moans low in your ear. This is her favourite part.

Agatha strikes you one more time, just to hear your pained whine of “mistress” before dropping the birch rod and stepping forward. Rio stops her.

“You’ve had your turn, Agatha,” she says. She releases your wrists and curls a hand around your waist. Her nails skim down your stomach to tease your clit. You moan quietly and arch into her touch. You’re always so sensitive after impact play and Rio has no problem taking advantage.

You watch through hooded eyes as Agatha clenches her jaw. Her hand twitches and you know that if she had her magic you would be flying out of Rio’s hold.

Rio holds eye contact with Agatha as she continues to lightly circle your clit. Even with how riled and sensitive you are it’s not enough pressure, which is something you just suffered through with Agatha. That and the thought of coming again without anything inside of you has you quickly devolving into mindless begging.

“Please, please, please, please.” 

Your begging never sways Rio, you get what she’s already decided you deserve, but you know she loves how pretty you are when you’re so desperate. 

She slips three fingers into you without warning and you cry out. Agatha watches the way you arch into Rio’s fingers and how you moan pathetically when she curls them.

“Is this what you were doing, Agatha? Were you fucking my pet like this?”

Agatha’s face darkens at the possessive claim. One of them claiming you in such a way always lead to an amazingly intense scene but you can’t predict how it will end now that Rio has a magical claim to you that Agatha doesn’t.

“Somebody had to.”

“Oh?”

“She was so tight I almost couldn’t fit.”

“Maybe you just didn’t get her excited enough.”

“Her dripping down my hand indicates otherwise.”

Rio moans quietly at the image. Her fingers are relentless and you struggle to stay present as you float higher and higher.

“Were you really that desperate, pet?” she asks, her voice gravel. “Was my stuffing you full this morning not enough for that greedy cunt of yours?”

You know she wants a response but you’re so close that all you can manage is a high-pitched whine.

“Such a needy whore,” she says before sinking her sharp teeth into your delicate skin. Fresh, tingling pain joins the stinging of your chest and thighs which all roll into a deep heat that pulses in time with your clit.

You don’t have the words to ask for permission but Rio’s other hand finds your clit and it’s enough. Your eyes roll back as euphoria floods you. You happily drown in the feeling of what these women have done to you.

You float slowly back down into your body. Pleasurable tingles still travelling through you as you become reacquainted with your surroundings. Rio is gripping you tight to ground you and her tongue laves over her fresh marks on your neck. You’re completely limp in her arms.

Soft fingertips trace the marks on your thighs and your eyes flutter open. It shouldn’t be so shocking to see Agatha kneeling above you but it is. She’s so close.

Those soft fingers tips press down which pulls a needy sound from the back of your throat. Rio’s own grip tightens around you at the noise, her wet nails digging into your weak flesh.

Agatha’s eyes never leave your face as her fingers trail to the next mark and press down again. The heat beginning to stir again has you asking,

“Pl-“

Rio is quick to silence you, pressing her slick fingers into your mouth. You eagerly open your mouth wider despite your intention to talk. Your own tangy flavour fills your mouth and you moan. She doesn’t press down like Agatha did earlier, you’re already docile enough, but it’s a quick and easy way to keep you pliant when denying you something you want so badly. It’s still a struggle not to whine when you lose eye contact with Agatha, although a small part of you is glad you’re not the recipient of the dark look she gives Rio.

“Is this how you had come in your mouth, pet?” Rio asks, completely unrepentant. “Too dumb to realise the rule you were breaking?” Rio’s gaze never leave Agatha’s. “Or did she force her fingers down your needy throat?”

You don’t bother to try to answer. She already knows. You’ve never been able to deny Agatha.

Agatha grips Rio’s wrist and pulls her fingers out of your mouth. You whine at the loss. Which is quickly forgotten as Agatha leans in. Anticipation has your toes curling. It doesn’t matter that she was kissing you three fucks ago, it feels just as exciting as the first time you realised you’d finally get to feel her again. Just as her lips brush yours, Rio grabs her chin. Agatha growls at her but Rio doesn’t let go.

“Only I’m allowed to taste her cunt,” Rio reminds her. 

“No,” you whine and reach for Agatha. Tree roots wrap around your wrists and force them down against your sides. 

“Come now, sweetheart. We can’t celebrate the good old days with such a thing in the way,” Agatha says, her voice low and soothing. Her hand traces along Rio’s thigh. You can feel the tiniest stutter in Rio’s breath. It always amazes you how much of an effect Agatha has on a person.

“That won’t work on me a second time, Agatha,” Rio says, pulling her closer by her chin. Their cheeks brush yours. 

One second they’re about to kiss and the next Agatha is going for Rio’s throat. Agatha’s hand flashes past the corner of your eye and Rio snarls in response, a bright spot of red showing she’s dug her nails into Agatha’s skin. Agatha jerks her face out of Rio’s grip, causing a bigger cut. 

Rio disappears from your back and Agatha goes around you. The roots keeping your hands trapped to your side anchor themselves into the dirt. Turning your head only shows movement in your peripheral. Struggling is useless so you lay down instead. Tilting your head back you can watch their dance upside down.

Your eyes widen as Agatha pins Rio, a hand wrapped firmly around her neck.

“Don’t be such a brat,” Agatha admonishes, inches from Rio’s face. Rio chokes herself by pressing up against Agatha’s hand to brush their lips together. A wheeze escapes her as Agatha’s hold tightens. “If you’re needy then just say so. Don’t deny me what’s mine.”

Rio snarls up at her. Her knife appears in her hand but Agatha knocks it out of her grip before you realise it’s there.

“She’s mine,” Rio growls up at her.

“And you’re mine,” Agatha growls right back. She kisses Rio fast enough that their teeth clack but it’s only a moment before she has control.

Rio moans. You can’t take your eyes off of her. It’s always beautiful to watch one of them melt under the other. 

Agatha’s hand forces its way into Rio’s tight pants and you recognise the start of a quick, dominating fuck between them. Something they desperately need if the tension between them the last few days says anything.

Agatha breaks the kiss to run her lips over Rio’s neck. She nibbles at a sensitive spot as she slides her fingers inside of Rio. Rio’s hips press back with just as much force and bares her neck to Agatha. Agatha bites down and what little resistance Rio has left leaves her.

You whine and tug at your restraints, trying desperately to get to them. Being able to play when one of them gets like this is heaven. Agatha’s looks at you without lifting her lips from Rio’s skin.

“Keep her occupied won’t you Rio dear?”

“No!” you gasp.

“No?” Agatha asks in that dangerous voice of hers, slowly lifting her head to meet your gaze.

“No-,” you wince at saying it again, “I mean you- I want to feel you. Not magic.”

“I don’t remember asking what you want, pet,” she says. 

You whine pleadingly. Rio makes an impatient sound and the roots around your wrists untangle. You immediately crawl to them. Something wraps around your ankle and tugs. You yelp as your arms give out under you. Your welts burn as you the ground. The thing around your ankle grows and winds up around your leg, a twin joining it on your other. Sprouts emerge near your hands and your forearms get the same treatment.  You’re prone in a second.

You look up pleadingly at your owners but you’re only met with delight. Agatha drinks in the new position while Rio watches with a smirk. You try to beg again but something nudges your clit and the words turn into a gasp. It’s soft. A texture you’re familiar with but can’t quite name.

Agatha returns to marking Rio’s neck. You can’t tear your eyes away from the way her hand moves in Rio’s pants. The almost of it is tantalising as you picture the exact position her hands are in, the way her wrist twists and her fingers curl. It leaves you panting.

The soft thing nudging your clit begins to press more firmly against it and your thighs twitch. Rio arches into Agatha and it begins to vibrate. You gasp and try to chase the feeling but you can’t. It drifts away from your clit before brushing up against it again, nowhere near the firm pressure of before, and begins to circle your clit. You moan.

Agatha has to release Rio’s hands to get her shirt open. Rio is more than happy to bury them in Agatha’s hair, moaning wantonly when Agatha finally gets her lips around her nipple. You watch as they meld into one another. The vibration against your clit nothing more than a tease. It’s only when Agatha has thoroughly marked Rio’s chest and you can sense that Rio is close that you beg.

“More. Please, mistress.”

Agatha doesn’t bother to look up.

“You said you didn’t want to feel magic,” Agatha reminds you, twisting your words. “If you’re going to be so picky you’ll have to wait your turn.”

You don’t say anything else to avoid whatever plant-related gag Rio would think is funniest. Watching the way her face scrunches up in pleasure may be enough to get you over the edge anyway. 

Her claws are tight in Agatha’s hair and against her back. Instead of throwing her head back and arching into Agatha, she bends around her. Her head leans against Agatha’s shoulder. It would look like she was cradling her if it weren’t for the movement of Agatha’s fingers.

Rio makes that small noise she always does just before she comes and you watch in awe as she comes undone. She’s still trembling when Agatha pulls out and puts her own fingers in her mouth. The low moan Agatha makes has you and Rio shivering. She slowly pulls them out, holding eye contact with Rio the whole time, before holding them out to you.

“Do you want a taste, pet?”

“Yes, please,” you say and strain toward her. The light buzz on your clit is nothing compared to the taste of your owner. The roots holding you down disintegrate and you scramble to kneel next to Agatha, mouth open. Her fingers slip inside and a hint of Rio fills you. You moan and run your tongue around her fingers.

She only allows you a few moments of bliss before pulling out again. The sting is soothed by her pulling you in for a deep kiss. Her tongue slipping into your mouth the second you give her an inch. Her grip tightening tells you she likes what she finds.

Your lips make a wet noise when she pulls back. You chase her automatically but her tight hold stops you.

“How’s that for not tasting cunt?” Agatha says.

Rio huffs an amused sound. She looks quite happy to just lie there, staring up at her victorious witch. You watch as Agatha allows herself to bask in the feeling of your adoring gazes. It must’ve been a long time since she’s had something like this. That wasn’t hidden behind half-truths and a pile of lies.

Of course she doesn’t allow it for too long given…everything that’s happened in the past. You try to sneak in another kiss but she does little more than brush your lips together before getting up. Rio is quick to follow her and the only thing stopping you from bratting out is the stinging on your thighs. The teasing has made your ache return full force but neither of them acknowledge it.

“Time to go, pet,” Rio says casually. Her magic quickly putting her clothing to rights.

You pout up at her. Agatha hasn’t eaten you out yet. You thought that’s where the whole struggle was leading to. Rio flicks your forehead to get you to stop.  It works. Your face reflexively scrunches. Then you’re distracted by the pleasant feel of her magic trickling over you. Clothes reappear, straighten and lose stains. Your hair is neatly put back into place.

“I don’t see why you went through the trouble,” Agatha says. “The fucked out look really suits her.”

You preen. She may be using a sarcastic tone but you know how much she loves your ruined look.

You say on your knees until Rio motions you up. You immediately snuggle into her side, nosing at the new marks on her neck for attention. She clicks her tongue and you give up any hope of another round. That doesn’t mean you move away.

“You can join us, Agatha,” Rio says with a rare seriousness to her voice. 

Agatha scoffs and turns around like there wasn’t a hint of longing on her face a moment ago. You curl tighter into Rio and her arm wraps around your waist.

“Don’t worry, pet,” Rio says. “We’ll convince her.”

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"FLAGS? CRIMSON 🚩" - RIO X READER

➨ rio's library - good girl nbc

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Authors Note: Monday Morning 🍵 , this one is based around the asks, the girls wanted filthy rio, I tried 😘

Summary: You have your concerns and reservations. Rio doesn't give a damn ... usually but then you stand on business, staying away for two weeks. Rio doesn't like that and lets his presence be known.

Pairing: Rio (Good Girls) X Black Reader

Warnings: Spicy🌶️🌶️🌶️, theres possessiveness, stalking?, hair grabbing, mild-spanking & dub-con elements.

Word-Count: 2.5K

You and Rio have been in a standoff for the past three weeks. It started with him snatching your phone out of your hand as you attempted to take a picture of the two of you. He’d wined and dined you after a busy work week. He had his place turned into a restaurant to hold the intimate date. How often does a girl get Michelin grade food with a side of five star dick? Rio was something new, he chased you mercilessly but there was never that ‘let me show you off’ phase that you’re typically used to. There were no meetings or greetings from friends or family.  You were excited for a relationship that was private but you didn’t sign up to be a secret. You already made it clear to him that you wanted to know if he was sleeping with other people. You’d asked him countless times if he was seeing someone else, secretly married, everything. Each time Rio’s been dismissive, more present and somehow better in bed to prove his point. It was only you. Still your suspicions beat out every single affirmation of his. As good as it’s been physically, the flags are crimson.

Swallowing hard you make your way to the country club for tonight’s benefit. Your phone rings again. Rio’s name flashes and you respond with another customer service-esque response, that delays your meeting citing being busy and exhausted as the reason. At first Rio was giving you time to cool off but now he’s relentless. If you were the only one perhaps his hand just isn't cutting it anymore. Rubbing shoulders isn’t typically your favourite thing to do but socialising is better than sitting at home and forcing yourself not to think of him. you see a few childhood friends among the opportunists and the schmoozes that frequent this kind of social climber opportunity. You dance and drink and enjoy the night out with your peers who are going off the rails. They encourage you to mingle with the eligible men but you know better. Thankfully your father’s wealth has purchased your freedom. There’s no need to pretend to be interested in them or the woman ‘worth’ settling for, to gain the opportunity for a more ‘financially free’ life.

It’s after two in the morning when you’re finally headed home. You tip your cabby and head in the lobby. It's been three weeks since you’ve been taken care of properly and you feel it every time you have to sit in the house alone. You make a mental note to buy a vibrator to take the edge off until you can find Rio’s replacement. The ding of the elevator gets your attention and you head to your apartment unlocking the door. The cold floor feels perfect against your sore feet. You let out a sigh of relief picking up your heels as you lock up behind you. You’re nearly down the hall to your bedroom when you freeze in place. Rio’s seated dressed in all black on your sofa. He stands furious and you take a step back so startled your heart is racing. Maybe it’s the liquor. You squeeze your eyes shut but when you open them he’s more clear.

“How was the party?” He asks.

“What are you doing here?” You ask. 

“My girl has been sick for three weeks dodging me, you’ve been moody and shit so I’m wondering if you're down bad. I come here to be supportive and you don’t answer the door. I worry and get the spare key from management. I come in and you’re nowhere to be found. Now I just know you’ll be back soon but then I’m sitting here waiting and what do I see?” Rio asks before pulling up your social media, all the reposted stories from the girls night are there. You feel caught. His energy is menacing.

“And you didn’t leave and think maybe I don’t want to see you anymore?” You snap and Rio moves quickly grabbing a handful of your hair at the back of your head to pull you in. Your heart races and you feel your body begin to betray your brain, relishing the contact.

“You’re still lying to me?” He challenges. You look up at him in defiance and he smiles loosening his grip on your hair. “I should really leave you high and dry,” he threatens.

“Then let go of me” you respond, challenging him and his grip on your hair releases but he doesn’t step back. You can feel his breath on your face as you look up at him. You stare back at his angry eyes. He’s the only man who’s never cowered at your defiance.

“You think you can quit me just like that?” He asks settling into his usual disposition. Calm, challenging, maddening.

“It'll be pretty easy actually, no pictures, no mutuals, Rio who?” You taunt raising a brow before fearlessly turning your back to him. It strikes a nerve. Sighing to maintain his cool he wonders why he likes strong willed women while admiring  your frame in your selected outfit for the occasion. If it were anyone else he’d be out the door, he wouldn’t put up with it but you have him by the balls and have no idea. He hears the shower running and makes himself comfortable in your bedroom.

“You’re still here?” You respond sarkily fresh out of the shower and better equipped to handle the uninvited guest currently occupying the lounge in your bedroom. Rio’s eyes make note of your tone and that you have nothing under your robe, using it as a more secure towel.

“Mama, I know you’ve got liquor in you but tread lightly. Ya hear?” He warns still in his seat. All you want to do is be his baby. To take care of him, for him to take care of you. To have multiple orgasms to  pass out in his arms throughly fucked and a little sore. To be his road dog on his runs listening to music and eating snacks. To surprise him with blowjobs when he’s stressed from his work and watch as he loses control.

“I’m not drunk” you respond with folded arms.

“C’mere” Rio sighs, relaxing in the lounge chair. Usually it would work but he’s too comfortable. Instead you ignore his request heading into the bathroom to finish up your nighttime routine. You’re looking in the mirror and finishing up your skincare routine with hand lotion when he appears behind you. His expression is serious and you hear metal clanking. Looking down you see he’s unfastened his belt. Your eyes hold his and you watch as his hands slide up your thighs lifting your robe. His lips don’t offer praise or affection; a rarity. Anticipation builds as his hold tightens around your hips. Bringing them back against his growing manhood. He doesn’t need to promise a lesson. His eyes tell you it’s going to be sweet punishment. His hand swipes against your folds to find you’re already ready. He applies pressure before sliding a finger into you. Watching your expression change in the mirror.

“You’re lucky no one else has been in what’s mine” he comments possessively.

“You’re lucky” you contest moaning as he finds his rhythm with his fingers.

“Keep talking shit” he warns but it feels too good to talk back. “What’s that?” He asks finding your spot. Edging you closer and closer to your release.

“Mmmmm” you moan as he changes pace.

“That’s what I thought” he says onto your ear before giving your neck a kiss. You can feel him fully hard pressing into you from behind as he makes you come with his hand. You’re throbbing for more as you pant trying to recover. You want to kiss him but his eyes tell you all is not forgiven yet. He leaves a stinging slap on your ass. Punishment. Your brain chemistry alters making you wetter. It’s sick and twisted what Rio’s capable of bringing out of you. The quickness of the orgasm affirms you haven't stepped out on him, it pisses him off that you've been deliberately depriving him of sex. “When I call, answer the phone, don't send me any more automatic texts, or stupid distant responses.” He says laying down the law. “Dont ignore me” he adds.

“If you want me to behave differently treat me better” you manage standing upright and looking at him in the mirror again. He should walk out now. He should be done with you but he isn’t. You watch his jaw clench. He sees what needs to be done in spite of it being early morning, your defiance energises him. When he smiles your heart catches and it’s the moment he slides in full hilt. Gasping, your eyes close as he fills you completely, fitting snug. The feel of your walls around him nearly makes him lose control but he has a point to prove. When you wake up he wants you to see and feel him all over you. Pulling back before going back in repeatedly you feel your breaths grow shallow. The feeling is second to none.  It’s why Rio’s so different. Your chemistry is always enough foreplay. He leaves you satiated every time. He’s no slouch and your moans affirm the truth. Instead of putting on a show most of the time you’re fighting to hold them back. But Rio knows how much you enjoy when he’s inside you. The slickness of your walls, the responsiveness of your body, how soft and malleable you become. Gripping the counter you brace for his impact as he fucks you into it. His hand protectively palms your stomach to keep you from falling forward into the faucet. His pace and strength is punishing in the best way possible. You come hard again.You want a break but when he pulls out he lowers. Gripping your thighs bringing you closer to claim you with his mouth. He hoists you onto the counter to better his leverage before sucking and driving you crazy.

“Leave me for who” he asks, somehow still dominating you while in a submissive position. He continues like his appetite for you is insatiable and it must be because in  moments you find yourself beyond the point of comprehension. You moan yeses and other sounds of praise. He’s so good you can barely enjoy the sight of him pleasing you. Your head is back for most of it. You come even harder the third time absolutely spent. Rio gets up slower this time he knows you’re worn thin. He knows he has you in the palm of his hands. You look at his manhood standing at attention. His pants aren’t fully off, neither are his boxers. That’s how much he needed you. Your robe is still on too, you albeit not properly. There wasn’t even time to undress. Looking at him you go to return the favour but Rio stops you.

“No, I want to be in my pussy” he tells you, turning you around again.

“Let’s go to bed” you offer.

“Shut up be a boss and take it standing up” he continues goading you. Your legs are tired from standing all night and worn in from your orgasms.

“Rio please?” You whine and he chuckles.

“Now you want to be nice?” he asks.

“Baby please” you add.

“Now I’m baby?” he smiles pecking your cheek, having omitted his usual intimacy.

“Mhm” you nod.

“Words” he challenges.

“Rio!” You snap and he silences you again with re-entry. His hand over your mouth stifles a curse before he lets you taste your arousal on his fingers. His strokes are lighter than before and his rhythm is lethal. He’s a man that listens, he hits just where you need, and you feel the last bit of resistance and tension leave your body like a spool of thread being spun out. Your body is pliable and responsive. You lose your restraint, your moans affirming his talent and everything you feel. Rio’s moans follow, so do curses. Your body buzzes with satisfaction as you feel his pace hitch and the tension of a coming release. You prepare for the loss of contact but it doesn’t come. He thrusts deeper coming inside of you. You’re surprised for a millisecond before the feeling makes you relax. Your body settles completely. You feel goosebumps pepper your flesh as he hums emptying all of his pent up lust into you. You dare to look up into the mirror. His eyes are watching you. The anger is out of his face, his expression is blank and distant. You don’t recognize it as you feel his arousal dripping down your leg. His palm is against your stomach again. You hold it tighter and he comes to. You realise he’s sated and the unfamiliar look is a mix of exhaustion and euphoria. You want to kiss him so bad, he steps back pulling out and robbing you of the contact. His manhood bounces as it falls. You feel sore instantly. It takes him some time to catch his breath. Catching yours, you don’t know how to feel. If he’s still upset or if you’re back on solid ground. Rio answers the question when he turns on the water in your shower and holds out a hand inviting you in. You both get naked and he kisses you hard under the water before washing you up with care. He’s unpredictable and you are relieved he hasn't walked out to make you eat your words. After washing you up he gets dressed, choosing from the clothes he’s left for times like these, and to mark his territory.

“It’s quiet” he comments as you get into your night dress. A smirk plays on his lips. You roll your eyes climbing into the bed incapable of further defiance and too exhausted for a witty retort. Rio follows suit, pulling you in and spooning you. You know sleep won’t be far.

“Nite” he whispers.

“Nite” you respond.

When you awake you’re happy until you see Rio getting dressed. Rolling over you check the time to see it's 8am. Not enough time has passed for a full rest. You don’t have the energy to argue with him. Putting on a T-shirt Rio snickers pleased with the fruit of his labour. Now dressed in a sweatsuit he walks over to your side of the bed leaning in for a kiss. You oblige and he steals a few extra pecks before standing to look at you.

“Get some rest, I have a meeting. I’ll be back with some breakfast around 11:30, then I want you on the road with me” Rio says casually.

“Rio-“ you start, he knows you’re about to protest by your tone.

“I don’t want to hear about that shit anymore. You want to be public, now everyone will know I’m fucking you when you start to show in a few months. You won’t be able to get rid of me for years.” He says shocking you. You sit up scared straight and he smiles.

“Later … mama” he says walking out with a wink.

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Authors Note: Rio’s hell right? But we love our bad boy 😉 This one’s for the anons who wanted it nasty. I did my best to keep it Rio. Let me know if I got the vibe you were looking for. Like, comment, reblog.

[rezwrites]

Hey i love your writing!!!!! Would you do a teacher rio x female college student au with smut?

thank you!! here you go!

Warnings: 18+MDNI, established relationship, reader being a nerd, risky sex, fingering(r!receiving)

“Remember that your essays are due next Friday. Please do not procrastinate,” your professor annunciated each word of her last sentence, dismissing the class. You lingered, pretending to pack your computer and notes up. Waiting until the last student walked out of the classroom, you skipped over to the door softly closing it and twisting the lock. Rio kept her eyes on you, noting every movement as you strided over to her desk. Teasingly, you walked your fingertips up her forearm, “Hi, Rio.”

“Ms. Vidal,” she corrected, keenly eyeing you.

“I think we’ve been seeing each other long enough for me to drop that,” you took a seat on her desk. The two of you had met a few months before the semester began. You knew she was a teacher, however both of you were shocked to see each other when you walked into your Biology class on the first day. You soon took every opportunity you saw to covertly toy with her, only stopping when major tests and essays approached knowing she stresses; even then you were by her side for support.

A long, exaggerated sigh fell from your lips, “l just don’t understand these chronobiology lessons.”

“I know,” she stated plainly. Crossing her legs her skirt rode up, revealing her smooth thighs, “I could see how zoned out you were. Fixating on my outfit instead of the lecture.”

She isn’t wrong. It’s a miracle you’ve been passing this class with flying colors so far, despite having your sexy girlfriend as your teacher.

“Who could blame me?” you spoke as innocently as possible, batting your lashes giving a fake pout. Rio’s eyebrow cocked giving you a disapproving look, face telling you she wasn’t buying it. Huffing you dropping your act, “You had to know what you were doing. How could I possibly pay any attention to how the moon affects biorhythms when that pencil skirt hugs you in the right places, and you look drop dead gorgeous?” You slyly slid into her lap, holding onto her shoulders for support.

“Even though you weren’t paying attention, I know you, baby,” her hands came up to cradle you close to her, pressing kisses to your forehead, “That brain of yours soaks up every piece of information that passes through your ears.”

Giggling you hid your face in her neck, voice becoming slightly muffled, “That’s a long way of saying I’m smart.”

She laughs out, “Yes, baby. You’re so smart.” She moves her hands to the back of your thighs, maneuvering you to straddle her. “And I for one want to test that brain of yours.”

Pushing her papers and laptop out the way she hoisted you into her desk. Her hands fell to your thighs, softly pressed kisses to your lips. You adore the way she treads slowly, gauging your reaction to be sure she doesn’t overstep. Rio pulled back, her eyes filled with wanton desire.

“Animals that are most active during dawn and/or dusk are called what?” she questioned, sliding her hand under your shirt ghosting her fingertips over your sides, awaiting your answer.

You love this game. Excitement rushes through you every time, wondering how Rio will reward or punish you depending on your answer: Rio eager to see how her special lessons affect your performance. What an exhilarating way to test each other.

“Crepuscular,” you breathed out, parting your legs. Rio’s hand slid down, snaking her fingers under the waistband of your skirt.

She bit back a chuckle, upon hearing your breath stutter, “Can you name three areas of chronobiology?

“Chronophysiology, Chronopathology,” you squeaked out. Rio’s digits had dropped down tantalizingly running up and down your slit, spreading your arousal. Powering through the pleasure, you continued, “and Chronopharmacology.”

“Good girl,” she praised, pushing two fingers into your wet, needy hole. Moaning at the intrusion you lent back on your elbows. Clenching around her when she starts thrusting, rubbing slow circles on your clit.

She watched your head fall back with half-lidded eyes, knowing you’re getting away from her too much. Easing up a little she inquired, “SAD?”

Sad? Why is she asking if you’re sad? How can you possibly be upset when she’s knuckles deep in your heat. Face scrunching in confusion, “Ah I.. don’t.”

“Nuh uh. Come on, princess. I know you know the answer,” she encouraged, curling her fingers against that spongy spot on your walls.

Arching your back, fuzzily it clicked to what she was referring to, “Oh. S-seasonal Affective Disorder. Depression caused by the changing weather thr-throughout the year.”

“Anything else?” swirling her thumb over your clit again. Holding back a moan you took a shaky, deep breath before you spoke up again, eyes focused on anything but Rio.

“Eyes on me. Don’t get shy on me now, pretty girl,” she cupped your jaw focusing you back on her. You knew Rio wouldn’t let you hide away that easily. She halts her movements letting you take your time.

Finally, you found a steady voice, “The winter-pattern occurs more often than the summer-pattern.” Rio listened to your answer intently as you continued, “The lack of sunlight in the winter causes a decrease in serotonin and an increase in melatonin, while in the summer the sunlight from the longer days can cause insomnia from decreased levels of melatonin.”

“My smart girl,” she smothered you with kisses. Beginning to move her fingers, your hips jerked meeting her thrusts. “But also my dumb, little puppy,” stilling her hand she watched mesmerized as you rocked yourself on her fingers taking your pleasure, juices dripping down her hand.

“Baby! Please may I come? please,” you begged. You could’ve said ‘can’ to irk her, but you didn’t want to delay your orgasm any longer.

“You may, my love.” At the greenlight you rocked your hips faster. As Rio curled her fingers, you couldn’t control your moans anymore. Rio shoved her thumb in your mouth when you got too loud for her liking, a grin on her face as you moaned around her.

You shoved her hand closer to your core, using her palm to increase your pleasure. Your chest heaved as you came undone in a fit of shivers. Once you calmed Rio withdrew her fingers from your heat, helping you sit up. You pressed gentle kisses to Rio’s soft lips, “I can reward you when we get home? As a thank you.”

“Yes, baby, of course.”