Agatha's coven

she/her, lesbian

[harkness-girl]

~ masterlist ~

Agatha Harkness x reader

~ what a pretty girl

~ mine

~ power grab gone wrong

~ a little witch - 1 , 2

~ a bunny and other pets

~ chaos makes the muse - 1 , 2

~ my house of stone, your ivy grows - 1 , 2

~ now I’m covered in you

~ possessive ex!agatha prompt - 1, 2

Agatha Harkness x Rio Vidal x reader

~ a quiet little thing - 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, ...

[harkness-girl]

a quiet little thing - X

Pairing: AgathaRio x fem!reader

Plot: a welcomed reminder who you actually belong to

Warnings: smut, praise kink, 18+, additional warnings to be added

~ Previous part

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Note: Not entirely happy with the smut, but I tried!

You clear your throat weakly. “I’m just gonna... uh... put my apron in the back.”

Neither of them answers immediately. Rio’s eyes flick once to the crumpled phone number still trapped in your fingers, then back to your face. "Okay, darling."

You practically flee behind the counter, Mia thankfully occupied by a customer in the back of the cafe.

The back room is dim and cramped, smelling faintly of coffee grounds and cleaning supplies. Your hands shake slightly while you untie your apron, your pulse still pounding from the way they looked at you out there.

Possessive. Hungry.

You barely get the apron onto its hook before the back door opens again.

Rio steps inside first and Agatha follows quietly behind her. The tiny room suddenly feels even smaller.

Your breath catches when Rio locks the door behind them without taking her eyes off you.

You instinctively take a small step backward. Rio follows immediately. Another step. Another... until the back of your thighs hit the metal prep table behind you and you're trapped.

Rio plants her hands on either side of you, boxing you in without actually touching you yet. The restraint somehow affects you more than if she had grabbed you outright.

“Baby,” she says quietly. “A phone number?”

“I didn’t ask for it.”

“I know. But you smiled at her,” Rio murmurs.

Your face burns instantly. “I smile at customers.”

Rio laughs softly under her breath like you just said something unbearably cute.

Agatha steps closer then, slow and graceful as ever. “I truly don’t think she understands what she did.”

“No,” Rio agrees, eyes still locked on yours. “I don’t think she does either.”

Your heartbeat pounds louder.

Agatha reaches up and smooths your hair back gently from your face. The tenderness nearly undoes you immediately.

“Poor little thing,” she murmurs softly. “She thought she was just being friendly.”

You swallow hard.

Rio finally touches you then. Her hands slide onto your hips firmly, possessively, and your breath catches so sharply it almost embarrasses you.

Agatha smiles softly at you like she can see every thought unraveling in your head one by one. “She didn’t know better,” she says calmly to Rio, though her eyes never leave yours. “No one explained it properly.”

Rio hums low in her throat. “Mhm.”

Agatha’s thumb brushes lightly across your cheek. “You didn’t know that once you belong to us…” she says gently, “you don’t go collecting phone numbers from strangers anymore.”

Your knees nearly buckle from the gentleness, from the possessiveness, from the way they're talking to you as if you were a dumb little girl.

“Look at her,” Rio murmurs to Agatha, but her eyes run all over you. She watches the way your thighs press together, the way you knuckles turn almost white as you hold onto the edge of the table, the way you breath comes out shakily...

You try to speak, but nothing useful comes out. Not with the arousal clouding your senses.

Rio squeezes your hips and you let out a soft whimper.

Agatha’s expression turns unbearably fond. “Sweet thing,” she coos quietly. “You’re getting all worked up now, aren’t you?”

You shake your head automatically even while your entire body betrays you.

Rio laughs once. “Liar.”

“I wasn’t flirting,” you whisper weakly.

“No,” Agatha agrees soothingly. Her fingers drift slowly through your hair again. “But you liked being wanted,” she continues gently.

Maybe a little. Not more than them. Never more than them.

But the attention had felt warm and surprising and easy in a way your anxious brain rarely allows.

Your silence gives you away completely.

Rio’s left hand moves up, fingers softly grasping your throat, not squeezing, just being there.

You let out a shaky breath at that and automatically lean closer to her.

Rio doesn't meet you, though, she keeps you by your throat at a short distance, not allowing you to kiss her. And as Agatha gathers your hair in her hand and grabs them to force you to look at them, Rio squeezes gently. Both sensations go straight to your lower belly and you moan.

Both of them go very still.

The humiliation of how easily they affect you sends another wave of heat through your body.

“You hear that?” Rio murmurs quietly to Agatha. “She likes this.”

Agatha smiles at you with devastating softness. “I think she likes belonging to us very much.”

You cannot think properly anymore.

Every word they say settles deep beneath your skin like something claimed.

Rio leans in close enough that her breath brushes your jaw. “Tell me something, baby.” She pushes one leg between yours and your hips immediately roll, but she doesn't pay any attention to that.

You blink at her hazily.

“When that girl touched you and gave you her number…” Rio says softly, “what did you think was gonna happen?”

Your stomach twists violently. "I didn't... I didn't think."

And then Agatha is there again, in her softness, leaning closer to kiss your cheek softly, then pressing her own cheek against you, looking at Rio. "See, she didn't think." She leans away again, her hand in your hair sending pulsing sensations through your scalp. "She's still our good girl."

Rio hums, searching in your face for something, for a green light maybe, to see that all of this is alright with you and you're not internally panicking, but it seems like all she can find is how incredibly aroused you are by their demonstrations and words.

“We'll see about that,” Rio says.

You make another helpless sound and Rio's hand leaves your neck and slides down and up your back, her leg still unmoving, just firmly planted between yours, her thigh pressed against your center.

“Hey,” she murmurs. “Easy.”

Agatha presses a gentle kiss against your temple. “You’re alright, little one.”

The tenderness only makes things worse, even though it is their way of letting you know that this is only play, that they're not really seriously mad.

Your thoughts feel thick now, though, drowned beneath affection and the dizzy warmth curling low in your stomach.

Rio tilts your chin up carefully. “What are we gonna do with you?” she asks softly.

You stare at her helplessly and then the answer is right there, shining in your eyes, yet you whisper it immediately, "remind me".

Rio curses under her breath at your wanton voice. "Do you really want that?"

You nod.

Agatha strokes your cheek soothingly. “Use your words, pretty girl.”

Your pulse pounds so hard it hurts.

Rio and Agatha stand impossibly close around you now, surrounding you completely with warmth and attention and possession until there is barely room left for coherent thought.

And somewhere beneath all the embarrassment and arousal and aching affection is one terrible, beautiful truth: You want this. You want them to claim you. To make you feel small, but theirs.

"I want you to remind me that I'm yours," you say, your voice shaking. "Please." Your hips give another roll, as if you couldn't help yourself, and Rio growls softly now, feeling the heat radiating off you.

Agatha’s hand leaves your hair and brushes against cheeks, across your lips which part at the touch. “Of course you are ours, baby."

Ours.

"God, look at that face," Rio murmurs to Agatha and you know exactly what you look like right now. Flushed. Wanton. Completely undone by them. And they haven't even properly touched you yet.

"Please," you whisper again and your hips move involuntary.

Rio looks half feral and Agatha's eyes are so impossibly dark you think they might just claim you right there, right now, but at that moment there is a loud sound from outside the door, and that breaks the spell.

"Not here," Agatha says. "Let's take you home."

Home. Home home home.

~~~

The drive home feels endless.

Rio keeps one hand on the steering wheel and the other flexing occasionally against her thigh like she is restraining herself from reaching back for you. The tension radiating off her fills the entire car.

Agatha sits beside you in the backseat again, one hand smoothing slowly through your hair while the other rests against your knee.

Rio catches your eyes in the mirror. “When we get home,” she says calmly, “you’re going upstairs to wait for us.”

Your pulse jumps immediately.

“Yes, Rio.”

She grips the steering wheel more firmly at your obedience.

~~~

You splash cold water on your face twice before finally giving up on trying to calm down. It doesn’t help. Your reflection still looks flushed and wide-eyed, your pulse still fluttering hard beneath your skin every time you replay what happened in the backroom.

Ours.

The word keeps pressing on you, in a safe and comforting way, and maybe that's what makes you lower yourself onto your knees beside the bed.

The bedroom door opens quietly a few minutes later.

It's Agatha, alone. Her entire expression softens the moment she sees you kneeling there.

“Oh, sweetheart,” she murmurs.

Heat floods your face immediately.

Agatha closes the door gently behind her before crossing the room toward you, slow and graceful and entirely unthreatening despite the way your pulse spikes harder with every step.

“There’s my sweet girl,” she coos softly as she settles on the bed in front of you and gently catches your chin in her fingers.

The praise settles deep in your chest.

You look up at her, almost devoted.

“Look at you,” she murmurs, her fingers tracing patterns along your jaw, around your lips. “Waiting so nicely for us.”

You lean into the touch before you can stop yourself.

Agatha smiles warmly at the reaction and presses a kiss against your forehead.

“Mhm.” Her thumb brushes slowly across your cheek. “Poor thing. You didn't know what to do today when someone else wanted your attention, right?”

“I didn’t want her,” you whisper quickly, a bit of defiance slipping in your tone.

Agatha narrows her eyes. “I know, sweetheart."

Then the bedroom door opens again and Rio walks in.

Her gaze lands on you kneeling on the floor in front of Agatha and she actually stops moving for half a second.

“Jesus Christ,” she mutters under her breath.

Your stomach twists hard.

Agatha glances back at her calmly. “She’s being very sweet.”

Rio closes the door behind her. “Is she?”

You can already hear the dangerous amusement creeping into her voice.

Agatha keeps stroking your hair soothingly. “She didn't think about what she was doing.”

Rio walks closer slowly. “Mhm.”

You flutter your eyes at Rio. "I really didn't." You are slipping into something else, some fuzzy part of you that is only accessible when you're around them, and you don't have it in you to slip out of it, nor do you want to.

Rio's eyes drag slowly over you. “There’s something else too,” she says softly.

Agatha tilts her head. “Oh?”

“She’s being a brat.”

Heat explodes through your body, your mind partially clouded as the words and the implication of the words suddenly overwhelms you. “I’m not,” you mumble weakly.

Rio laughs quietly. “Baby.”

Agatha caresses the top of our head. “Maybe just a little.”

You look up at Rio then. And maybe yes, maybe there is something slightly provoking in the way you look at her. Wide-eyed. Flushed. Wanting. Asking for the fire in you to be put out.

And you know Rio will do that, you know that both of them will, because even though you still cannot believe they have chosen you, you know them enough to know how much effect you have on them.

"I just talked to a nice customer."

"Nice?"

"She was quite nice," you shrug and look up to see Rio's reaction. Her jaw tightens theatrically and you fight the urge to smile which she notices, of course.

"There is that look," Rio says, more to Agatha than to you. "I think she enjoys seeing us jealous."

You blink innocently and Agatha laughs. "I think she likes how possessive we are, isn't that right, little thing?"

Rio sits down next to Agatha and before you can overthink it, you slowly reach out for her hand and guide it upward carefully to place it against your throat.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Agatha says warmly. “You absolutely want to be punished.”

You do not move Rio’s hand away, but you place your hands back on your thighs. Rio’s fingers flex once lightly against your neck, not squeezing, just feeling your pulse race beneath her palm. “Look at her,” Rio murmurs hoarsely. “She’s practically trembling.”

You are. Rio studies your face for a long moment. Then finally asks, voice low enough to make your entire body ache: “And how exactly should we remind you who you belong to?”

"I... I don't..." You didn't think this far ahead and right now you're not able to think.

Rio suddenly stands up, taking you up with her, her hand still around your throat. Agatha moves behind you. They move as if they were communicating in their minds, or as if they already planned this.

"Should we edge you again and again and not let you come for hours so that when the orgasm finally comes, you know who you belong to?"

Rio's words have an immediate affect on you and you don't hide your shock, but it doesn't frighten you, it excites you and your breathing gets even more shaky.

Agatha, who's standing behind you, grabs the hem of your shirt and starts pulling it up, her nails dragging on your naked back. "Well, that would be just cruel."

You look at Rio, who puts her hand down, so that Agatha can take your shirt off along with your sports bra, before she puts the hand back.

"Or maybe me and Agatha should fuck and just leave you here, standing, watching... not being able to join."

You're fully trembling now, when Agatha's hands sneak up around you to cup your breasts. "Would be devastating," she whispers into your ear, pressing her clothed front to your very naked back, her fingers playing with your nipples.

You moan and slightly arch your back.

Rio's other hand slips down to the edge of your pants. "Baby, when this all gets too much, you say 'stop', okay?"

You nod eagerly.

Agatha continues fondling your breasts while Rio gets down on her knees, grabbing your pants and dragging them down. When they pool around your ankles, she helps you step out of them and once you do so, her hands run up your legs until finally, finally reach where you need her the most.

“Who do you belong to?” she asks softly, looking up at you.

The question alone nearly undoes you and you buckle your hips when her fingers runs across your heated center.

Agatha kisses your shoulder. “Answer her, sweetheart”

“You,” you whisper shakily.

"Now now," Rio says, taking your panties slowly down, and then pushing your legs apart. "Say it properly."

"I..." You have to take a deep breath. "I belong to you."

Rio spreads your folds and you whimper. "So wet, just from being claimed."

Agatha tightens her grip around you because you are this close to falling down, your knees weak, and then even weaker when Rio dips her finger inside and slides into you.

“And what happens,” Rio asks slowly, curling her finger inside of you before adding another one easily, “when strangers flirt with you?”

Your thoughts scatter completely. You moan again, Rio's fingers in you and Agatha's fingers softly pinching your nipples are making your mind hazy.

Agatha kisses your neck and then bites down. “Poor sweetheart,” she coos. “She couldn't think today and she cannot think now."

“She will answer,” Rio says calmly.

You swallow hard. “I don’t…” Your voice catches.

Rio moves up and down and you roll your hips, letting your head fall against Agatha's shoulder.

“You don’t what?”

“I don’t want them,” you whimper finally.

"No?"

You shake your head weakly.

“Who do you want then?”

“You.”

And then Rio moves and her mouth is on your clitoris while her fingers keep curling inside of you so deliciously you don't even hide the sounds that leave your mouth. Agatha keeps holding you, biting and licking and kissing every piece of skin she can reach, surely making love bites there.

When you come, shaking, you look down and see Rio licking her fingers and you know you are theirs, in every sense of the word and you don't ever want to be someone else's.

"Good girl," Agatha says with a final kiss on your shoulder.

Rio stands up and kisses you, firmly, possessively. "Get on the bed, sweetie. We're not done."

You scramble immediately and lay down, waiting for whatever comes next.

You watch Agatha take off her clothes, placing them neatly folded on a chair, you watch her climb up beside you, kissing you gently.

“So pretty tonight,” she murmurs.

There is no place for anxiety in your mind at all, your whole mind screams Agatha Rio Agatha Rio.

And then Rio reappears, wearing a dildo between her legs, and you audibly swallow.

"Are you okay with this?" Rio asks.

You nod eagerly. "Yes, but..."

They both look at you, stopping whatever they were doing, and once again a sense of safety floods through you.

"Whatever you want, baby, just tell us," Agatha reassured you, stroking your head.

"I want to feel you both," you confess quietly, looking from Agatha to Rio and see the glance they exchange.

"That can be arranged," Agatha says and then Rio sits between your legs, rubbing the tip of her cock through your folds and before you can react to that, Agatha moves in one swift move over you and settles herself on top of you, her glistening center right above your face.

You don't know what makes you crazy more, the sight above you or the way Rio slowly pushes into you.

You get lost in both of them - in Agatha's scent and taste, in the way she starts moaning when you work your tongue, in the way she grabs the headboard to steady herself, in Rio's thrusts, in her hands digging into your hips, in the way her thighs meet yours every time she moves...

You make Agatha come first, she's still shaking when she climbs off you and lays down next to you, holding you, kissing you, while Rio pounds into you.

And then when you finally come, it's with a moan accompanied by the word "yours!"

~~~

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[harkness-girl]

a quiet little thing - IX

Pairing: AgathaRio x fem!reader

Plot: "You're so hot," you whisper, your breathing matching Rio's, your cheeks too warm already, but you love the fact she's riding you like that, because right now you feel like you have a purpose and that is to be used by her."

Warnings: smut, praise kink, 18+, additional warnings to be added

~ Previous part

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The movie has been playing for almost an hour and you could not explain a single thing that has happened in it. Something explodes on the television, someone runs from someone else...

Rio mutters something about bad writing and Agatha hums thoughtfully beside you like she is considering the movie plot as her fingers lazily trace patterns against your arm.

You snuggle more into Agatha's embrace and her hand guides your head down until it rests against her chest. Her fingers slip carefully into your hair, scratching lightly against your scalp.

Your entire body melts.

Rio watches the whole thing with open fondness, one arm draped lazily across your legs. “You really go boneless when she does that, huh?”

“Leave her alone,” Agatha says, though there is amusement in her voice.

“I’m admiring.”

“You’re teasing.”

“Can’t I do both?”

Agatha rolls her eyes affectionately before her phone suddenly buzzes on the coffee table.

You feel her sigh against your hair.

“Unfortunately,” she says dryly, reaching for it, “the museum still believes these are working hours.”

Rio groans dramatically. “Rude of them.”

Agatha glances at the screen and her expression shifts slightly apologetic. “I should take this.”

The disappointment that flashes through you is immediate and embarrassingly strong.

Agatha notices of course. Her fingers brush beneath your chin gently before she rises from the couch. “I’ll be quick, little one.”

You nod even though you already miss the warmth of her.

Rio lowers the volume of the television, since no one is really paying any attention to the movie, and suddenly you become too aware of her arm around your legs, of the warmth of her thigh touching yours, of the way she is looking at you.

“What?” you ask quietly.

Rio smiles a little. “Nothing.”

“That’s a lie.”

“Maybe I just like looking at you.”

Heat immediately creeps into your cheeks and you duck your head instinctively.

Rio laughs softly under her breath. “Baby.”

You make a small embarrassed sound.

“C’mere.”

You turn toward her slowly beneath the blanket until you are curled against her side properly now, your face tucked near her shoulder.

Rio’s hand settles instinctively at your waist. “You okay?” she asks quietly.

“Yeah.”

Her thumb rubs slow circles against your hip through your clothes.

Then, before you can overthink it, you tilt your head and press a soft kiss against the side of her neck and you feel her swallow beneath your lips.

Rio exhales slowly through her nose like she is trying very hard to stay calm about something.

“Well,” she mutters weakly, “that’s doing something terrible to me.”

A nervous laugh slips out of you.

Her hand tightens slightly on your waist. “You laugh but I’m serious.”

You pull back just enough to look at her and see her pupils blown wide already and the realization sends warmth flooding through your chest.

“You like it?” you ask softly.

Rio stares at you for a second. “Baby, I like literally anything you do to me.”

And something about the way she is watching you makes your stomach twist pleasantly.

“You know what you do to us?” Rio asks quietly.

You shake your head once, but you know, they have been telling you constantly how much you affect them, but somehow it's still very hard to believe.

Her smile turns soft and dangerous all at once. “You look at us like we hung the moon and then act surprised when we lose our minds over you.”

You kiss her again, this time on her lips. She makes a low sound in her throat and deepens the kiss. You turn a bit to face her more and her hands slide carefully along your back, grounding you against her while your fingers clutch weakly at her shirt.

“God,” she murmurs against your mouth, “you’re addictive.”

You trace small nervous patterns against Rio’s stomach through her shirt before the words slip out quietly. “I want to make you feel good too.”

Rio stills immediately beneath you.

Your heart jumps nervously. “I just mean- I haven’t really gotten to properly yet and I want-”

“Darling."

You lift your head enough to look at her and she is staring at you with an expression so unbearably soft it almost makes your chest ache.

“You do make me feel good,” she says gently.

You pout before you can stop yourself. “I know, but-”

Rio actually groans.

Your eyes widen in alarm.

She drops her head back dramatically against the couch. “Jesus Christ, don’t pout at me.”

“What?”

“That face you just made? Absolutely not.”

You blink at her innocently.

Rio points at you accusingly. “You have no idea how dangerous you are.”

Despite yourself, you laugh and Rio grabs your waist suddenly and kisses you again like she cannot stand being this far from you for another second.

And then, very carefully, almost like you are asking a question without words, your hand slides lower beneath the blanket.

Rio breaks the kiss sharply with a tiny inhale.

Her forehead drops against yours. “You sure?” she whispers.

You nod immediately, shy even now. “I want to.”

Rio looks at you for a long moment like she is trying to hold herself together through sheer force of will and then nods. Your hand disappears beneath the waistband of her sweatpants and her breath catches.

Before you can touch her where you desire, she swiftly moves, positioning herself above you, with her knees on each side of you. You stare up at her, mesmerized, before you finally push her panties aside and dip into her.

Rio immediately grabs onto the back of the couch, steadying herself. “That’s it,” she murmurs softly against your mouth. “Good girl.”

Heat rushes through you instantly.

You kiss her again just to survive it as your fingers move along her wet folds, exploring, teasing.

Rio reacts to every little thing. A shaky breath when your touch grows firmer. A quiet curse against your mouth when you hit a delicious spot.

You have spent so long being the one unraveling between them that seeing Rio lose composure because of you feels almost unreal.

“There you go,” she breathes unevenly, eyes half-lidded now as she watches you. “Fuck, baby…”

Your movements grow a little more confident after that, your thumb presses against her clit and two of your fingers find their way inside of her, and she cannot stop her hips from moving, chasing your fingers, fucking herself on them, while still looking at you.

"You're so hot," you whisper, your breathing matching Rio's, your cheeks too warm already, but you love the fact she's riding you like that, because right now you feel like you have a purpose and that is to be used by her.

She gets louder with every passing minute until finally her body freezes and she comes, throwing her head back, exposing her throat, your lips immediately latching on her skin...

And then Agatha walks back into the room, pausing near the couch, clearly taking in the sight before her. Rio still sitting on top of you, your fingers still inside of her, both of you slightly breathless.

A slow smile spreads across Agatha’s face. “Well,” she says mildly, setting her phone down. “This seems interesting.”

Your cheeks burn, but Rio snorts. "Don't even try," she says, still breathless. "You started this."

Agatha laughs softly as she settles onto the couch beside you both. “Did she now?”

Agatha leans back into the couch, watching the two of you with open fondness now. One hand drifts lazily into your hair while the other settles against Rio’s thigh.

“Go on, little one,” she murmurs. “I think she has one more in her.”

Rio makes a helpless sound at that.

You continue slowly after that, growing bolder beneath Agatha’s steady touch and Rio’s increasingly wrecked reactions. Agatha occasionally brushes kisses against your shoulder or smooths your hair back from your face.

Soon she moves to take off Rio's shirt, her lips catching her hardened nipple, while her hand sneaks to grab your breast into her palm, gently squeezing. Agatha's administrations make you even more aroused and you start pumping into Rio more firmly.

“Fuck… that’s my girl."

Eventually Rio’s body tenses sharply beneath your hands.

“There,” Agatha says quietly, fingers stroking your hair. “That’s it, good girl.”

Rio leans down suddenly, burying her face against your shoulder as she comes apart with a broken sound that makes heat rush all the way down your spine.

Rio eventually collapses boneless on top you with a weak laugh. “Jesus Christ.” You hold her the same way they always hold you.

You kiss her on top of her head and slowly take your fingers out of her shorts, out of her.

And then Agatha catches your wrist gently. Rio turns her head to watch what's happening.

You blink at Agatha in confusion just as she leans down and slowly cleans your fingers with her mouth, her tongue circling your digits, sucking Rio off you, looking into your eyes.

The feeling hits you like a lightning strike.

“Oh fuck-” The curse flies out before you can stop it.

Rio immediately starts laughing under her breath.

Agatha pulls back with entirely too much composure for someone who just did that. “Well,” she says smoothly, “there’s a reaction.”

The room settles afterward into something warm and sleepy again.

Rio sprawls half across your lap now while Agatha traces idle patterns against your arm. The television credits roll unnoticed in the background.

After a while Rio sighs dramatically. “Alright. Bedtime.”

You immediately frown. “I’m not tired.”

Rio slowly lifts her head and then she grins. “All the better.”

Before you can process the look in her eyes she suddenly catches you against her chest, dragging you up into her arms while you yelp softly in surprise.

Agatha laughs quietly beside you as Rio buries her face against your neck triumphantly.

“Got you,” she murmurs as she slowly carries you upstairs, Agatha not far behind you.

~~~

By the time you stumble into the kitchen in the morning, Rio is dancing badly to music playing quietly from someone’s phone while Agatha stands beside the stove looking deeply unimpressed by the entire performance.

You clap, impressed, your body too tired and excited after last night to overthink your actions right now.

“You’re encouraging her,” Agatha says as soon as she notices you.

Rio gasps dramatically. “You looked directly at my ass like five seconds ago.”

“I was assessing the danger.”

“You want me carnally.”

Agatha sighs into her coffee.

You laugh so suddenly and loudly that both of them pause to look at you.

Agatha walks over and presses a kiss against your forehead. “Good morning, little one.”

You lean into her without thinking and the softness in her eyes deepens. Much more so when Rio embraces you from behind, planting a kiss to your shoulder.

You could stay forever like this...

Then your brain catches up with the actual time. “Oh fuck. I need to get to work."

You scramble immediately, nearly tripping over one of the kitchen chairs while trying to find your shoes and your bag and your dignity all at once.

Agatha watches calmly from the counter. “Breathe.”

“I am breathing.”

“You’re hyperventilating.”

You point accusingly at both of them while hopping awkwardly into your shoes. “This is your fault somehow.”

“Our fault?” Rio repeats, delighted.

“You made me too relaxed.”

They smirk at you while you fumble with your phone, trying to find the Uber app.

"Wait, let me drive you," Rio offers. "I have to get going too."

"Don't forget your lunches," Agatha says, bringing a bag for each of you. You're momentarily speechless. She prepared a meal for you and for Rio. The domesticity of it so beautiful you could cry if you weren't so damn late.

~~~

You spend the first hour at work waiting for your mood to crash. It never does. Instead you feel strangely light all day.

Even your coworker Mia notices. “You’re weird today,” she says while refilling sugar packets beside you.

You blink. “Rude.”

“You smiled at a customer voluntarily.”

“I always smile at customers.”

Mia stares at you flatly, not pushing further.

Customers blur in and out steadily, but for once the noise does not scrape against your nerves. By the afternoon even the regular rush barely rattles you. You move easier. Talk easier.

At one point Mia actually stops mid-task just to squint at you suspiciously. “You got laid.”

You nearly drop an entire tray of cups. Since when are you such close friends to discuss this? “Oh my God,” you hiss.

Mia points triumphantly. “I knew it.”

“You know nothing.”

“Sweetheart, you’ve been staring into space smiling at muffins for six hours.”

Heat floods your face instantly.

She cackles while you flee to the register before you combust completely. Still, even embarrassment feels different today.

The late afternoon sun stretches gold across the café windows as your shift finally starts winding down. The noise dies with it, leaving only scattered conversations and the hiss of the espresso machine behind you. You are wiping down the counter when someone steps up beside the display case.

“Sorry,” a voice says warmly. “Can I ask which cake is actually worth getting?”

You glance up. The girl standing there is pretty in an effortless sort of way. Around your age maybe. Soft sweater, messy ponytail, amused eyes.

You blink once before answering. “That depends.”

“On?”

“How emotionally attached you are to chocolate.”

She laughs immediately. The sound catches you slightly off guard. “Well,” she says, leaning closer to inspect the display, “I did survive university entirely through caffeine and emotional support brownies.”

“Then the chocolate mousse cake might heal you spiritually.”

“That serious?”

“Life-changing.”

She smiles at you then. Directly. You feel strangely aware of it. “You’re good at this,” she says.

“At selling cake?” And for once you're apparently also good at holding a normal human conversation. Who knew what a few orgasms could do?

“At talking people into buying things.”

You shrug lightly.

“That’s cute.”

Heat flickers briefly in your cheeks. The conversation keeps going after that somehow. About desserts. Then coffee. Then terrible customers. Then somehow books. She’s easy to talk to in a way strangers normally are not for you.

Then, as she laughs at something you say, her hand brushes lightly against your arm. “You have a really nice smile, by the way."

Before your brain can process what's happening, the girl takes a pen off the counter and writes something on the back of her receipt.

And then the bell above the café door rings. You glance up automatically. The door swings shut behind two familiar figures. Agatha. Rio.

They stand near the entrance side by side. Neither of them says anything immediately. Neither of them smiles. They just watch. Rio's gaze is fixated on the girl's hand that is once again resting slightly against your arm and the other hand that is now pushing the paper into your palm with the words "this is my number, I'd happily discuss cakes maybe during a nice dinner?" Agatha's eyes rest on your face, calm, but possessive enough to make heat crawl slowly down your spine.

The girl notices the shift in your attention finally and smiles softly at you. "I'll get going now. Hope to hear from you, Y/N."

You smile at her weakly and then to make matters even worse, she winks at you.

You notice Agatha's grasping Rio's hand as if to hold her back.

The girl finally leaves and you look at them sheepishly, but deep down you know you're fucked.

~~~

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[harkness-girl]

a quiet little thing

Hello hello after a long time,

I have recently found a draft of chapter 9 of A Quiet Little Thing and thought about finishing it and posting it. Is anyone still interested in the story?

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[harkness-girl]

Hi I hope you're well! Just wanted to say I love your writing and especially a quiet little thing. Missing them bad today. Can't wait for the next chapter!

hi! I’m good, thank you!

thank you for the kind words! I have had some major changes in my life and don’t have that much time or mental capacity to write. thanks for the continuous support and hopefully I will be graced by the muse soon!

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[trickofthelights]

Jac: for this next take, try to convey your longing under your rage.

Aubrey: Lick her bleeding hand while maintaining eye contact, got it.

Jac: that’s not-

Kathryn: Sorry, can’t hear you! Places! Action!

[harkness-girl]

a quiet little thing - VIII

Pairing: AgathaRio x fem!reader

Plot: fun morning by the pool… and fun afternoon on the couch *wink* *wink*

Warnings: 18+, d/s undertones (sub!reader), praise kink

author’s note: I literally wrote the second half of this chapter on my phone because I couldn’t get the scenes out of my head, so I made myself do it asap. Hope you’ll enjoy it!

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You wake up to find yourself still sandwiched between them. That alone would not be that unusual, it's actually pretty common for you to wake up like that. The only thing that's different is the memory pressing against you.

The memory of how you moved, the way you asked, they way they watched you, the way you can still feel Agatha's grip on your hips and Rio's on your throat... It all replays in quick flashes, threatening to spiral into embarrassment.

You shift slightly, pulling the blanket closer. Maybe they'll forget the little sounds you made. Maybe they'll look at you the same way they did before, without knowing how -

"Baby," Rio's voice cuts into your thoughts, still rough with sleep, but already laced with her usual brightness and mischief. "You were so fucking hot last night."

Your heart stops.

She props herself on one elbow and grins down at you. "Seriously. You don't even know. That little whimper when Agatha called you a good girl? I almost lost it."

Heat floods you, but not the panicked kind you were expecting. Instead it's warmth that spreads low and steady, chasing away the shame. You bury your face against her chest, and she laughs, kissing the top of your head. "No need to hide. You were perfect."

Agatha, already awake on your other side, strokes your arm with slow, thoughtful fingers. "You were more than perfect," she adds softly, like she's cataloguing last night the same way she might an artifact: with patience and wonder.

During breakfast you're quiet and they don't push. Rio fills the silence with stories, while Agatha listens, chin resting on her hand, until she suddenly lifts her gaze to you.

"How about we spend the day by the pool?" she suggests, almost casually, but you know her too well now. The glimmer in her eyes says she's already picturing what you are: sun on skin, water glittering, a little indulgence in the privacy of their garden.

The idea makes something inside you uncurl. You nod, trying to look nonchalant, though you suspect they see right through you.

~~~

The garden is its own hidden paradise, framed by tall hedges that keep the world out. The pool shimmers under the late morning sun. You step outside in Rio's old swimwear, bikini top that's definitely too small on you and shorts.

Agatha stretches out on a lounger almost immediately, book in hand, sunglasses balanced on her nose. She looks effortlessly divine, already glistening under the sun.

Rio cannonballs into the water with no warning, sending a spray across your legs. "Get in here!" she demands, grinning like a devil.

It takes a moment, but you finally slip into the pool, the water cool against your warm skin. You splash at her weakly, and she retaliates with a wave before catching you around the waist, pulling you close.

There is no preamble. One second you're laughing, the next her mouth is on yours, hot and hungry, tasting faintly of oranges from breakfast. The kiss is dizzying, softened by the way her hands slide down your back, anchoring you in the water.

You melt. Just like last night - soft, needy and aching for more. Your arms loop around her shoulders as if you have forgotten how to hold yourself up without her.

From the lounger, Agatha lowers her sunglasses, eyes fixed on you. Her voice carries teasingly: "Are you two putting on a show for me?"

You break the kiss just long enough to laugh breathlessly. "Would you like one?" you shot back, emboldened by Rio's grip on you.

Agatha smirks, setting her book aside. "Darling, you have no idea how much."

Rio bites your lower lip gently before whispering, "guess we'd better not disappoint."

Her mouth finds yours again, her tongue teasing until you're sighing into her, your hands trembling where they grip her shoulders. She feels it immediately, the way you're holding back, your body buzzing with want but too shy to push.

She pulls back just enough to look at you, droplets of water tracing down her cheeks. "Baby," she murmurs, voice low, "you know you can do whatever you want, right? We've got you."

Your throat tightens. It's the way she says it - not like she's lost her patience with you, but like she really means it. Want claws through you, desperate and messy, but the words don't come. So you nod instead, pressing your forehead to hers, your chest heaving against hers in the water.

From the lounger, Agatha has shifted upright, elbows on her knees, gaze fixed on you with a kind of lazy hunger. "Tell us," she says softly, not quite as a command, but your lower abdomen burns in a way that says close enough. "What do you want, little one?"

Your lips part, trembling. You can't meet her eyes, can't hold onto Rio's smirk either. The answer leaves you in a whisper. "I want to... let you."

Rio hums in approval, her fingers digging gently into your hips. "Let us what?"

Heat rushes up your neck, into your ears. You swallow hard, words broken but true. "Take me. Tell me what to do."

That earns you a sharp inhale from Agatha, and the sound alone makes your knees weak in the water. She rises from the lounger with grace, every inch of her presence commanding. "Good," she says simply, and the way your body reacts to the words makes both of them smirk knowingly.

Rio guides you back against the pool's edge, her hands strong, grounding you. "She likes it a lot when you praise her," she says over her shoulder to Agatha, like you aren't right there, like you're a sweet secret they've uncovered together.

Agatha steps down into the pool, the water lapping at her thighs. Her hand cups your chin, tilting your face up toward her. "Look at me," she says, gentle but unyielding.

You do.

"You want to be good for us?"

"Yes," you breathe, desperate, your chest tight with how much you mean it.

"Then let go," she whispers. Her thumb strokes your jaw before she leans in, kissing you deep and slow, while Rio presses hungry kisses down your throat, her teeth scraping lightly against the sensitive skin.

Between them, you're weightless. Every inch of shyness burns away in the heat of their attention, their control, their hands coaxing you exactly where you need to be. Agatha's mouth leaves yours just enough to look at you.

You shiver under her gaze and whine when you feel Rio's hand sliding lower. Rio's laugh rumbles against your skin. "You're trembling, baby. We've barely started." Her hand moves, tracing the hem of your shorts under the water, testing, teasing, and you gasp against Agatha's lips.

Your nails dig into Rio's shoulders, but you don't stop her.

When Agatha's hand joins, threading into your wet hair and tugging your head back so you have no choice, but to keep your eyes on her, you know they've been right. You don't have to think. Hell, you cannot think.

The cool edge of the pool presses against your back as they close in on you. Agatha's fingers stay in your hair, keeping you exactly where she wants you - head tilted back, eyes locked on hers. "You're such a good girl," she says again, softer this time, but it hits just as hard. Your breath catches, your tighs tightening in the water.

Rio smiles wickedly, her hand finally dipping beneath the waistband of your shorts. "So sensitive, baby. You hear a little praise and you're already soaking... right?"

You whimper, your hips twiching in the water, and in the haze of pleasure and a perfect thoughtlessness you look her right in the eyes and whisper, "why don't you see for yourself?"

As many times before, your words shock them, but they don't freeze like they usually do, they don't laugh. Rio lets out a groan that doesn't seem human as she pushes you more firmly against the edge and Agatha's hold in your hair tightens.

"Tell her, little one," Agatha murmurs as she ducks her head and nibs gently on your jaw. "Tell Rio how badly you want it."

You shake, the words clumsy as they leave you. "Please, Rio... please, touch me, I want-"

Rio cuts you off with her lips, crushing into yours, as her fingers plunge lower. You gasp against her as she slides through the wet heat between your thighs, circling you slow at first, then firmer when your knees buckle and you let out something between a moan and a whimper.

"That's it," she says against your skin, her teeth grazing your shoulder. "That's the sound I want to hear."

Agatha leans in to kiss you again, deep and consuming, her tongue brushing yours while Rio works you open. When you moan into Agatha's mouth, she swallows the sound like it belong to her... to them... and it does.

Your left hand leaves Rio's shoulder and clutches at Agatha's. Rio's fingers slide in and out of you, curling just right. The shock of it makes you cry out, your head lolling back against the pool's edge.

Agatha doesn't let you look away. Her hand that is still in your hair tugs firmly until you look up, even though you don't have the energy to raise your head fully. "Stay with us, darling. Let us see you."

You nod frantically, lips parted, eyes glassy with need.

"Fuck, look at her," Rio groans, pumping her fingers deeper, harder. "So fucking pretty when she lets go like this."

Your thighs tremble around her wrist, water splashing with every frantic shift of your hips. And then Agatha's free hand slides down, under the water, brushing Rio's knucles as she presses against your clit with devastating strokes.

The world shatters. You choke out another moan, half-plea, half-scream, clinging to both of them as your body arches out of the water.

"That's it, baby," Rio urges, her voice rough. "Come for us."

Agatha whispers against your cheek, "now, little thing."

And you do.

The orgasm rips through you, sharp and consuming, your body seizing. You nearly slip under the water, but Rio holds you firmly against her while Agatha kisses the drops of water from your cheeks.

When it finally ebbs, you collapse between them, boneless, your head falling against Rio's chest.

"I think my heart stopped beating for a moment there," you whisper into Rio's skin, exhausted.

They both laugh softly. Agatha strokes your hair. "You're ours, little thing. Every trembling, heart stopping piece of you."

~~~

When you finally get out of the water, you fall down face first onto the lounger, a weak smile playing on your lips.

Rio goes inside to bring some food for you, throwing in a comment about how you’ll need more energy. The implication of that fills you with excitement that you’ve never felt before.

Agatha grabs the SPF from the table and starts putting it on your back, softly, thoroughly, and as you move your head a bit and gaze into her eyes, you know this day is far from over.

“How are you feeling?” she asks you, brushing the wet hair from your back so that she can continue spreading the lotion.

You don’t even have to think about the answer. “Good. I feel safe with you,” you say quietly. “My mind goes quiet.”

Agatha smiles, pleased. “Well, I’m glad to hear that. If anything ever feels to much-“

“I’d tell you,” you cut her off.

She gives you a look. “Would you really?”

You stare at her for a moment too long. “I would.” And you really would, even though you’re pretty sure they’d know before you could even form a thought about it. They know you too well.

Agatha pats your back softly and lays down on the other lounger. She stretches her lean legs and starts putting the sunscreen on herself. You stay there, watching the way the sun dances on her skin, the way her fingers work the lotion in.

Your heart stumbles again and you have to take a deep breath to calm down. You have felt desire before, sure, but you’ve never felt understood and safe enough to let it out properly.

Until now.

And you feel ready to show them how grateful you are. ~~~

In the afternoon after eating light lunch by the pool and having a conversation you don’t even remember because you body has been buzzing with anxiety and excitement since you made a decision laying on the lounger, you all head back inside to take a break from the sun.

Rio disappears down the hall with a “I’ll be back soon” and Agatha’s eyes follow her before sliding back to you.

The silence stretches and the anticipation is almost palpable. Agatha catches your wrist and tugs you down onto the couch. Her mouth finds yours without hesitation - warm, demanding, tasting of sun and chlorine.

You gasp against her. You don’t even realise how it happens… one moment you’re pressed against her side, the next you’re climbing on her lap, straddling her as your thighs tremble on either side of her hips. Her hands fly up to grab your waist.

Her smile is soft, pleased, surprised… you cannot even catch all the emotions dancing on her face.

You kiss her again, a strange sort of rush flooding you as you take the initiative, but soon you’re pulling back for air. “Tell me what to do,” you whisper, aching with want. “Please.”

Agatha blinks, caught off guard by the rawness of it, but her pause lasts only a second. Her expression shifts into something darker. “You’re begging me now, little one? Careful. I might get used to that.”

You nod, desperate and dizzy, and then as you’re looking into her deep blue eyes, something clicks inside of you and you’re sliding down her body until you’re kneeling on the rug, settled between her legs, your hands falling onto her thighs.

She inhales sharply and hums. “Oh little thing.” She traces her fingers across your jaw and then brushes her thumb over your bottom lip and your mind goes empty.

The sound of footsteps makes you glance sideways, Agatha’s finger still on your mouth. Rio comes closer, discarding her towel in the process, and your eyes immediately latch onto the exposed skin covered only by a new one piece. Her grin is slow, delighted.

“Seems like I missed the opening act,” she says and slowly crosses the room until she’s towering behind you. She pats your hair softly. “Hm.” Then she kneels down behind you, close enough that your body feels caged between them.

You focus your gaze back on Agatha who’s breathing heavily as your nails scrape against her thighs. Rio’s hands come around you and she slides them down your arms, until they cover your hands.

“You want to please her, baby?” Rio whispers into your ear.

“Yes,” you breathe, barely audible. You can feel Rio’s lips curl into a smile against your earlobe before she says, “then let me show you how.”

Her hands guide yours, slow and sure, to drag down Agatha’s bikini bottom down her legs, to grab her hips to position her lower on the couch. When Agatha’s glistening folds are revealed before your eyes, you feel momentarily breathless.

You look up at her questioningly and Agatha gives you a small nod.

You lower your hand down to lick a long stripe through the wetness and while Rio murmurs encouraging words to take your time because “Agatha loves to be cherished rather than rushed”, Agatha’s hands thread through your hair and she pushes your face closer.

Agatha lets out a low hum of approval, her head tipping back against the couch, and you bury your face deeper, lapping hungrily at her entrance.

“You’re doing so well,” Agatha says, her voice rich with pleasure and pride. She looks down at you, her expression soft but commanding. And when your tongue circles her clit, she lets out a moan before she praises: “Just like that. That’s it, pet.”

The word detonates inside you. Your whole body jolts, a sharp curse spilling from your lips before you can stop it. “Fuck-“

Rio chuckles behind you, her hands trailing up your hands, that are still firmly planted on Agatha’s thighs, over your shoulders, down your sides, leaving goosebumps… “Did you hear that, my love? Our little thing just lost her mind over a single word.”

Agatha’s hand tenderly caresses your head. “Did I unravel you, pet?” she purrs, and the sound makes your vision swim with heat.

You nod frantically, unable to find words, trembling between them as Rio presses a grounding kiss to your shoulder.

Instead you eat Agatha out with more passion, your tongue prodding her entrance and then sliding up to suck at her clit. “Good pet,” she murmurs, her hand tightening in your hair possessively as her voice gets more rougher with pleasure. “So eager and- oh God… perfect for us.”

Behind you Rio shifts and her hand slides your back, across your butt and then she gently presses against your folds through your swimsuit. The touch steals your breath and your hips jolt before you can stop them.

Agatha’s lips curl in a knowing smile, watching the way your body betrays you. “Oh look at that.” Rio chuckles darkly, her fingers moving in maddening patterns that make your thighs tremble. “Couldn’t even keep still, huh, baby?” Her voice is all smirk and sin. “Working so hard for Agatha and already your sweet hips are begging for more.”

You whimper, stopping your worship of Agatha’s pussy for a second as you’re flooded with embarrassment.

“Shh.” Agatha’s hand in your hair tips your head up, forcing your eyes to meet hers. “Don’t hide from us. You’re perfect like this. Both hungry and obedient.”

Your mind goes fuzzy and you wonder if the cure to your anxiety has always been two older women who make you theirs.

Rio presses a kiss to the nape of your neck and her hand sneaks under your bikini top to grab your breast, forcing a shudder out of you. “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll make sure you don’t get distracted.” The fingers of her other hand slip beneath the material and start moving with a precision so intense, your hips buckle again, harder this time.

Agatha laughs softly, delighted by the way your body reacts. “Our pet can’t help herself.” Her hand tightens in your hair, guiding your mouth to where she wants it. “Stay with me, little one. Show me how good you can be.”

Your body is caught between them, between Agatha’s soft moans and her sweet wetness and Rio’s teasing fingers and bites and kisses to your shoulder. Each movement you make earns you something: a low hum of approval from Agatha, a smug murmur from Rio about how “sweet” and “ruined” you sound.

And when you finally make Agatha come, by moaning out loud between her folds, Rio thrusts into you one more time and uses her other hand to press against your clitoris and you come too, trembling, destroyed, theirs.

You raise your head up from between Agatha’s thighs and Rio immediately turns you around to kiss you deeply, groaning into your mouth when she tastes Agatha on your lips.

Agatha pulls her bikini bottom back up and joins you on the floor, both of them enveloping you in a hug, skin on skin on skin.

“Did I…” you swallow audibly, looking up at them from where you’re half lying between their bodies. “Did I do good?” Even you hear how desperate for praise you sound. Agatha traces her fingers over your jaw and presses a kiss to your temple. “You did very well, baby. You’re our good girl.”

“We might keep you forever,” Rio adds, nibbling at your throat.

And you find that you wouldn’t really have a problem with that.

~~~

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[harkness-girl]

Hi I'd like to say I really enjoy your writing and have loved so far the series you did about married Agatha and the exes one.

I personally struggle getting into AgathaRioxReader stories and wanted to ask you if you plan on writing anything else that is AgathaxR related. I hope you don't take offense to this I just only read AgathaRio or AgathaxR stories and wanted to check if you have anything else planned in the future since I enjoy your writing so much but it's totally ok either way!

Hope you have a nice weekend 😊

hi! i’m glad you’ve enjoyed my writing, that’s nice to hear! 💜

I will write more Agatha x Reader for sure. It’s just now I don’t have that much time to write so when I do, I try to focus on my current story that is A Quiet Little Thing.

I will try to think of something in the meantime and I’m sure there will be more stories to come! Thank you for your support:)

In case you have any request regarding Agatha x Reader, please let me know. I’ll be happy to write it once I’ve got more time.

-💜

[holyblanchett]

To the person that isolated Agatha and Rio's vocals during Lorna's ballad I fucking love you and I'm also sobbing so thanks for that

[harkness-girl]

a quiet little thing - VII

Pairing: AgathaRio x fem!reader

Plot: wine, board games and well… orgasm

Warnings: 18+, praise kink, dry humping, additional warnings to be added

Author’s note: my plan was just kissing and cuddles, but the characters want what they want.

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You have been spending more time with them lately. Not that there has been a sudden shift, it`s just that your mental breakdown changed something in you. The air in your apartment feels warmer, less oppressive. The silence is no longer too loud. You still have moments when the anxiety creeps in, when your chest feels tight and the world outside feels too big to bear. But in those moments, Agatha and Rio are there, not pushing, not expecting, just waiting for you to reach out.

You have started to let your hands linger when they pass by, brushing against theirs in a quiet question. At first, it feels foreign, like something you should not really be doing, but every time their eyes meet yours after, those small moments when they look at you like you're the most precious thing in the room, makes it impossible to pull away.

And when you touch them, just the lightest touch, you earn those soft, approving smiles, those glances that make your heart flutter in a way you're still trying to understand.

It's Friday now and you have both of the following days free and they have invited you over.

Rio has just finished talking about her work at the botanical garden when Agatha starts going on about her job as a museum curator, her voice animated as she describes the challenges she faces. She’s always been passionate about art, and you listen, fascinated, as she explains the nuances of curating exhibits, of balancing public interest with historical accuracy.

“It’s not just about showcasing beautiful things,” Agatha says thoughtfully, eyes shining with enthusiasm. “It’s about telling a story. Bringing people into another world for just a moment, making them feel something they didn’t expect.”

You can hear the love she has for her work in every word, and for a moment, you can imagine her walking between marble statues and oil paintings, her fingers brushing the glass of exhibits as she explains the history behind them to visitors. It’s something that fits her perfectly. It makes you want to know more about the art she holds close, about the world she’s built around her passion.

You find yourself a little more comfortable as the evening wears on, a little bolder in your movements. It starts with a hand brushing against Agatha’s as you pass her a glass of water, a slight hesitation before your fingers linger just a little longer than necessary. You feel the heat of her skin, the faint pulse of her heartbeat under her wrist, and for a second, time seems to slow. Agatha gives you a soft, knowing smile in return, but doesn’t say anything.

Then it’s Rio’s turn, as you lean over her to grab the board game pieces from the coffee table. You press your shoulder against hers, a little longer than you usually would, and she turns her head to catch your eye. She doesn’t flinch, doesn’t pull away - just gives you a quick, almost secret wink that makes something inside you swell with warmth.

Later, when the evening sets in, the three of you sit on the floor, the board game spread out in front of you, glasses of wine in hand. Agatha is explaining the rules in her usual calm, patient way, while Rio's already trying to strategize her moves, throwing you playful glances across the room.

You find yourself watching them more than the game. Agatha’s fingers delicately trace the rim of her glass, her expression thoughtful and focused. Her eyes glint with amusement as she looks at Rio, teasing her about some trivial detail in the game. Rio, ever the firecracker, shoots back with a grin, her laughter ringing out like music.

And you can’t help it. You’re staring, utterly transfixed.

They are so beautiful. Both of them. In the soft glow of the lamp light, their features seem to shift in ways that make your chest ache—Agatha’s dark, almost velvety eyes, the curve of her lips when she smiles. Rio’s wild, untamed hair, the way her face lights up with every emotion, how she moves with such easy confidence. The way they make you feel like you’re the most important person in the room just by existing.

You feel heat rise in your cheeks, and you take a deep breath, trying to push down the sudden, overwhelming desire.

"I'm just... amazed by you both."

They both look at you, and for a moment, you feel the weigh of their attention. Agatha's gaze softens, a look that makes your breath hitch. Rio smiles, but there is something a little different in her expression, a certain tenderness that makes your cheeks flush.

"Little thing..." Agatha says softly, her eyes tracing your face. "You have always been a mystery to me."

You can feel the heat creeping up your neck, but you don't look away. You can't.

"I think... I think you're both amaying," you whisper, barely audible. "You're so beautiful, the way you care, the way you talk about everything."

Their smiles widen.

"Darling," Rio murmurs.

And it's then, as if something inside you snaps, a wave of warmth flooding your chest, that you act on instinct.

Before you can think, you crawl forward, over the board game and the glasses of wine, your hands trembling slightly. The room feels charged and you feel dizzy with it, with how badly you want to be closer to them.

You stop right in front of them, kneeling, not really sure why, but knowing it feels right. You look at Agatha first, and then Rio, both of them staring down at you, surprise and something like hunger in their eyes.

Without thinking, your hands reach up to their shoulders and you pull them close, your lips pressing against Agatha's before she can speak, before she can react. It's tentative at first, but it quickly deepens, her hands cupping your face with a soft intensity that makes your heart spin.

Rio's gaze is warm, affectionate as she watches the two of you. Her hand moves to your back, her fingers tracing the edge of your shirt, the warmth of her touch sending a shiver down your spine.

Agatha pulls away first, just enough to whisper, her voice low and slightly breathless. "You are delicious.”

Her words spark something inside you. You feel heat rising again, your body pulsing with need, with want. And you want them desperately, you want to feel closer, to shed the doubts and fears that always seem to cloud your mind.

"I'm... I don't..." You curse at yourself in your mind, you wish to be more confident right now.

Agatha smiles softly, brushing a stray hair from your face, and in that moment you realize that whatever you need, whatever you're asking for, they'll give it to you, gently and without judgment.

Rio leans in, her lips brushing against your ear. "It's okay, baby, just trust us."

And you do. You trust them more than you ever thought you could.

~~~

Later after your lips are swollen and your neck is surely covered in small hickeys left by Rio's demanding lips and her sharp teeth, the three of you drift toward bed without really thinking about it. Like a tide pulling you in.

You're the first one under the covers.

The sheets are nicely cold and you sink into the mattress slowly, your limbs heavy, your chest warm. You hear them moving - lights clicking off, whispered comments between them, then the sound of footsteps and the dip of the mattress as one of them joins you.

It's Agatha. You know it before you even turn around. She smells like cedarwood and rosemary, skin damp from washing up. She slides next to you and you turn around to face her, curling closer to her embrace. So close you can feel the way your breasts press against hers, her thigh slipping between yours like it belongs there.

You freeze for half a second.

Not from discomfort. From the electricity.

The placement isn't deliberate at first - or at least it doesn't seem to be. It's the natural sprawl of two bodies getting comfortable. But then you shift, just slightly, and the contact changes. Sharpens. The inside of your thighs tighten around her and the exposed skin of your legs, just below your pyjama shorts, immediately covers itself in goosebumps.

You don't say a word. You can't say a word.

Agatha pushes you closer against her body and makes a pleasing hum sound as you shift again, your warmth center covered by thin fabric pressing against her exposed leg.

Rio comes in a few moments later. She sees the two of you, her brows lifting in quiet amusement before she climbs in on the other side and pulls the blanket over the three of you. Her hand comes around you, sliding underneath your shirt, across your stomach, anchoring you between them.

"Mm. This is nice," she murmurs, pressing a kiss to your shoulder.

But you're not even breathing evenly anymore.

Your hands are curled in Agatha's nightgown, your jaw tight with something unspeakable. You don't mean to move, or maybe you do, but your hips press forward the tiniest bit, and you hear Agatha's sharp inhale.

She shifts her leg just slightly, the muscle flexing beneath you.

You let out a soft breath that almost catches in your throat. It's a small, aching thing, not quite a sound. But they hear it anyway.

Rio brushes your hair back and places a soft kiss on your neck. "Darling...?"

You shake your head. You want to speak, to explain whatever it is buzzing under your skin, but the words don't come.

You just blink up at her, at them both, mouth parted slightly, the need written all over your expression.

While Agatha's eyes darken, Rio melts.

"Oh baby," she whispers, tilting your head backwards toward her, brushing her thumb across your bottom lip. "You're... You don't even have to say it, do you?"

Agatha moves again, with clear intent, her leg, fully nestled between your thighs, shifts up and the pressure is delicious.

You let out a tiny gasp, your right hand flying behind you to grab Rio's neck, like you need something to hold onto. Rio presses the front of her body firmly to your back, pushing you more towards Agatha.

"You're so soft," Agatha murmurs into your hair and her voice is wrecked with tenderness. "So good."

You whimper and your hips move on their own, rolling softly against the tight muscle of Agatha's leg.

Rio's hand sneaks around to cradle your breast, gently pinching your nipple and then rolling the hardened peak against her fingers. "You're making us crazy," she says, voice hoarse.

"Come on, baby," Agatha says and starts shifting you into a sitting position. Before you can even realize what's happening, you're sitting up, Agatha's thigh still between your legs, your hips still rolling. Agatha looks like an angel beneath you, her hair all sprawled across the pillow, cascading around her in soft waves, while she looks up at you with such an adorning look on her face, your forget how to breathe.

You feel the warmth crawling into your cheeks, you feel too watched by the both of them, but soon Rio sits up too and moves behind you, her arms coming to your front, her fingers continuing the worship of your breasts.

Agatha flexes her thigh muscle again and your grind down harder against it, moaning out loud.

That makes Rio exhale and freeze for a second before she pushes your hair to one side and places open mouthed kisses to the side of your neck.

Agatha smiles, slowly and a little wicked. "Good girl," she says.

The words hit you deeper than they should. Something tightens in your stomach, low and aching.

Your eyes, hooded with the pleasure, meet hers. "Say that again, please?" you ask, voice all broken and needy.

Rio squeezes your breast, as if rewarding you for asking what you want. "Jesus," she murmurs against your neck.

Agatha bits her lip, considering you, and then her hands move to grab your hips, pushing you down while rising her thigh to meet your movement and that combined with Rio’s attention is making you see stars. “Good girl,” she praises you again and you cannot stop the whimper coming out of your mind or the way your eyes seem to roll into the back of your head.

Rio’s hand tightens slightly on your breast. “Oh,” she says as if surprised, though you suspect this is no surprise to her at all, “is that what does it for you?”

You can’t speak, your mouth too dry. You just nod once, feeling yourself grow warmer again under their stares.

Agatha’s hands grip your hips harder. “You like being told you’re good?”

“M-hm,” you let out between waves of pleasure, your hips moving as if on their own.

“And you like being told what to do?” Rio adds, voice quieter now, as she licks at your earlobe.

You swallow audibly. “Yes.” You throw your head backwards as you feel the nearing orgasm, but you’re still not quite there.

Suddenly you feel Rio’s fingers thread through your hair and she pulls, forcing your chin down. “Ts ts, keep your eyes on her, baby.”

You meet Agatha’s gaze again, her darkened eyes, flushed cheeks and the devilish smirk.

“Please,” you whisper.

“What, darling?” Rio prompts you.

You feel tears forming in your eyes as you’re desperate for release, needing… something. Then your hand moves, grasping Rio’s and in one swift movement you bring it to your throat, making her hold you there.

They both stop for a second, taken back by your actions, but before you start panicking you fucked up, Rio’s hand squeezes your neck while the other fondles your breast. Agatha dugs her nails into your hips and for one last time makes you grind down. And then you come. Not loudly - your whole body freezes for a moment and then, as Rio releases her grip on your throat, you collapse on top of Agatha, who pulls you onto your side next to her, enveloping you in a hug, as Rio grabs onto you from the other side.

“Sweet girl,” Agatha murmurs against your lips before kissing you deeply. You kiss her back with something fierce, yet timid.

You turn your head and kiss Rio with the same passion. She brushes the hair from your face and smiles at you softly. “You’re dangerous, little one.”

There is no time to overthink everything, there is no space for it either, as they hold you close, leaving soft kisses on your shoulders, your cheeks and your hair, as your mind goes fuzzy again and the only thing you can do is cling to them.

Soon they turn off the light of the lamps and the room goes dark and all your breaths even out, but no one is really sleeping.

“How do you feel?” Agatha whispers into the darkness.

“Safe,” you murmur. “Fuzzy.”

Rio laces her fingers through yours and holds you closer. “You are safe, baby.”

“Our quiet little thing,” Agatha adds.”

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[harkness-girl]

a quiet little thing - VI

Pairing: AgathaRio x fem!reader

Plot: panic attacks, a visit to your apartment and deep talks.

Warnings: slowburn, eventual smut, praise kink, additional warnings to be added

~ Previous part

Author’s note: as I mentioned in my previous post, it will take me a bit longer to update now. this is the last chapter I had somewhat prepared. so please be patient:)

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You leave in the late afternoon, promising you’re just tired. You smile when you say it. You kiss them both goodbye on the cheek. You don’t let them see the way your chest feels hollow or how you bite the inside of your cheek until it stings.

Agatha watches you like she knows.

Rio does too, but she doesn’t push. She only says, “Text us when you’re home, darling.”

You say you will.

Your apartment greets you with silence. It’s the kind of silence you used to love, a silence that felt comforting, a silence that allowed you to be silent too. But now it’s wrong. Now it feels too still. Too echoing. Like the silence is pressing in on your skin.

You sit on the floor beside your bed and pull your knees to your chest.

Nothing’s happened. Not really.

They were beautiful. They let you watch. They wanted you there. They said kind things. So why do you feel like your chest is splitting open? Why do you feel like the tiniest thing in the world again, like you’ll never be able to hold space beside them without shrinking?

You sit there for a long time. Hours, maybe.

The next day you say you're busy after work when they propose to spend time together in the evening. You cannot face them.

The day after Rio messages you to ask you if you want to help in the garden again. You say you're meeting friends later.

When Agatha calls you, you just press decline and text her a short message about being busy with errands.

By the fifth day you realize if they really wanted to see you, they'd come visit you at the cafe. Even though you know how completely insane the thought is - you have been rejecting all their advances since the weekend. They should not have to seek you out, if you don't want to meet them halfway. But the thought is already there and anxiety is a cruel thing.

They obviously just feel sorry for you. They don't really want you.

And once it's there, it spirals and it will not leave, it will not let you breathe.

You are extremely clumsy the whole day, you break three coffee mugs, spill two drinks and the moment you drop a muffin on the floor, along with the plate of course, your colleague sends you home with tensed jaw but emphatic eyes.

You clench your fists, forcing the tears back as you make your way out of the cafe, on the bus, into your apartment building and finally into your flat. You drop everything on the floor.

And then it happens.

The tears come, sharp and ugly. The kind of crying that makes your whole body ache, your jaw clench, your hands shake. You press your face into your sleeves and sit down with your back against the wall.

You force yourself to practice some of the exercises your therapist gave you - inhale deeply for four seconds, hold for seven, exhale slowly for eight. It does help with the panicked breathing, but it does not soothe your thoughts.

Your let your head fall against the wall behind you and close your eyes, slowly wiping away the tears from your cheeks.

"You're safe with us."

“You’re so soft and sweet and so very good.”

You hear their voices in your head and it's almost like a spell, the spiraling starts slowly dissolving and you remember how safe you felt, how loved, and how they made sure to let you know every chance they got.

You shake your head and look down at your phone on the floor next to you. Your fingers feel clumsy as you type.

you: i miss you

It sends to the group chat before you can talk yourself out of it.

The response comes fast.

Agatha: Oh, sweetheart.

Rio: Do you want us to come over?

Your hands are shaking when you type.

you: yes please

Twenty-five minutes later, there's a knock at the door.

They’re dressed casually so you don't feel bad that you might have interrupted their work life. They look so vivid in your small apartment, like they belong to a painting and not real life.

Rio ducks through the door first and frowns the second she sees your face. “Oh, darling.”

You try to say something, try to stand, but your breath catches in your throat and everything starts to blur again.

Agatha gets to you first. She kneels in front of where you’re curled on the floor, her hand immediately reaching for yours. “Hey. Breathe.”

“I’m fine,” you whisper, but it’s useless now. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me—”

“You’re not fine,” Rio says, gently but firmly, closing the door behind her and locking it. “And it’s okay.”

You want to crawl into yourself. “I shouldn’t have asked you to come. I’m sorry.”

Agatha sits next to you and pulls you into her arms without a second thought. “Don’t apologize. You asked for help. That’s everything.”

Rio joins you on your other side. Her hand is on your thigh, grounding. “Talk to us. What’s going on in that beautiful head of yours?”

You don’t want to say it. You really don’t want to say it.

But it’s still there, albeit dimmed now by their presence.

“I don’t feel enough,” you finally whisper. “For you. Either of you.”

There’s a long pause. Neither of them pulls away. Neither of them laughs or sighs or frowns.

Instead, Agatha tilts your chin up gently. “Little thing...”

Your voice cracks. “I don’t feel enough. You’re so… everything. And I’m just quiet and awkward and I barely know how to touch either of you without freaking out—”

“You’re enough,” Rio says, instantly. Her voice is fierce.

“You’re more than enough,” Agatha adds, leaning her forehead against yours. “God, little thing. Do you know how much we want you?”

“You don’t have to be anyone else,” Rio murmurs. “We want you. The quiet. The panic. The softness. The wild courage that made you walk up to Agatha in a bar even though you were terrified.”

“You’re brave,” Agatha says. “You’re beautiful. You’re… ours, if you want to be.”

You blink hard. “But I’m a mess.”

“We know,” Rio smiles. “So are we.”

“You’re not a project,” Agatha whispers. “You’re a person we care about. And we’re not going anywhere.”

You start crying again, but this time it’s different, softer, smaller. Their arms come around you. They hold you like they mean it. Like your words didn’t push them away, but brought them closer.

~~~

They don't leave you. Rio orders pizzas and Agatha softly wipes away your ruined make up and then suggest you take a shower and you all can have a chill evening.

The anxiety of the last days seems stupid now, but not to them.

They talk to you about their jobs while you hide in your oversized shirt and try to get at least a slice of pizza into you.

Rio is just describing how the botanical garden didn't want to approve funding for her educational project, but eventually they stepped back and let her do her job, when Agatha notices you have stopped eating.

"Here, take a bite," she softly orders and you widen your eyes when you realize she's holding another slice of pizza in front of you. You look into her eyes and it's less about being hungry and more about wanting to please her that you open your mouth and let her feed you.

Later you try to find some shirts for them and your heart clenches when you see them in your clothes in your apartment getting ready to lay down in your bed.

~~~

You wake first. Your body is warm, so warm, wrapped in the afterglow of care and closeness, the scent of them still on your skin. They're still asleep, tangled loosely around each other, limbs overlapping yours.

You watch them for a long moment, Rio's arm draped over you to Agatha's waist, Agatha’s face slack with sleep, beautiful in a way that makes your chest ache.

Something blooms in your chest.

Care. Devotion. A need to do something small and kind for them.

You slip out of bed quietly, tiptoeing into the kitchen. You move gently, your hair a mess, your face probably still puffy from all the crying, but your hands are steady. Toast, eggs, fruit. Coffee, just how Rio likes it, one sugar, a little oat milk. You remember.

You carry the tray back to your room, balanced carefully in your hands, your heart ticking strangely in your chest.

And then, a few steps in front of the door, you hear them.

Not loud. But unmistakable.

A breathless laugh.

A kiss that sounds like a hum.

You pause.

Then keep going, your steps slow, cautious.

When you reach the bedroom door, it’s ajar, just enough. You peek in.

They haven’t noticed you yet.

Agatha’s on her back, hair fanned across the pillow, and Rio is kissing her like she’s starving, slow, deep. One of Rio’s hands is under the hem of Agatha’s shirt, fingers brushing bare skin, and Agatha arches up into her with a soft sound.

You don’t mean to sit down. But you do.

You settle on the edge of the bed, tray still in your lap, watching.

Your cheeks flush, but you don’t move.

You can’t.

Agatha opens her eyes first.

And sees you.

A slow, slow smile curls across her lips, lazy and wicked all at once. She kisses Rio once more, and murmurs something too low for you to hear.

Rio turns her head.

And grins.

“Well look who’s here,” she says, voice low and rough with sleep and affection. “Did you bring us breakfast, little thing?”

You nod slowly, barely breathing. You can’t stop staring.

Agatha lifts herself up onto her elbows, her cheeks pink, her eyes half-lidded. “She made us breakfast and sat down to watch. We’ve trained her well.”

You go red, completely red, but you don’t look away.

Rio sits back slightly, one hand still resting possessively on Agatha’s bare hip. “Look how sweet she looks right now,” she says to Agatha, like you’re not right there, or maybe because you are. “All shy and soft and watching like it’s her favorite movie.”

Agatha tilts her head, still watching you. “She doesn’t even know what she does to us.”

You open your mouth, then close it. The tray is still in your lap, hands clenched around the edge.

“She’s still quiet,” Rio says, grinning. “But not running. That’s good.”

You manage a whisper, barely audible. “You’re beautiful.”

Agatha’s face softens.

Rio’s hand stills on Agatha’s hip.

Then, slowly, Rio leans toward you, fingers reaching out to brush your cheek. “So are you,” she says.

Your breath catches in your throat.

Agatha reaches over, takes the tray from your lap and sets it gently on the nightstand without breaking eye contact.

“Come here,” she says.

You crawl up onto the bed, between them again. This time, it feels different. Like they see all of you now, not just your blush or your shyness or your want, but your intention, your care, as well as your darkness.

And you don’t hide.

The room is quiet except for the soft hum of the city outside and the steady breathing of Agatha and Rio beside you.

"I like watching you," you whisper quietly before you can change your mind, the blush on your cheeks deepening.

Rio smiles warmly. Agatha’s hand tightens around your body.

“Sweetheart,” Rio says, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “You know you can always watch. Or touch. Or just be here. You never have to do anything you’re not ready for.”

Agatha’s voice follows, low and steady. “There’s no pressure with us. You get to decide how close, how slow, how much.”

You swallow hard. It’s not that you don’t want closeness - if anything, the want has been building inside you in small, shimmering waves. But there’s something that always seems to rise up and block the way: your own mind.

“I… I think I just never felt safe enough before,” you say, fingers curling around Agatha’s. “Like… I was supposed to know what to do. Like there was this script, and if I messed up, the other person would disappear.”

They’re both quiet, listening. You feel that silence hold you, not judge you.

“I get really anxious,” you go on, your voice small. “I want to be close. But my brain gets loud. Like, too loud. Thinking about what I look like, if I’m being weird. If I’m not doing enough. And then I just… I kind of freeze.”

Rio shifts closer, not crowding you, just letting her warmth fill the space between you. “That makes so much sense,” she says. “You were trying to perform, not just feel.”

Agatha’s thumb strokes your hand gently. “What would make it easier, little thing?” she asks, voice softer now. “Not just tolerable — good.”

You take a long breath. It feels like the kind of question no one has ever really asked you before. You answer slowly, quietly, like you’re testing the words as they come out.

“I think… not having to decide. Just… being told. Gently. What to do. Not having to think so hard.”

Your cheeks burn, but neither of them laughs or teases. Rio’s eyes soften as she studies you, and Agatha leans forward to kiss your temple, grounding you.

“That’s something we can do,” Rio murmurs. “You don’t have to think here. We can take care of that. We’ll be gentle. Slow. You just feel.”

You nod and offer a smile.

Agatha gently shifts behind you, pulling you more into her arms. Her chest is warm against your back, and Rio leans in front of you, resting her forehead against yours.

“You’re allowed to need,” Agatha whispers.

“And we like when you do,” Rio adds, smiling.

You don’t say anything to that, just breathe in deeply.

Before you all leave for work, you feast on the breakfast you prepared, and in the early morning filled with laughter and hugs and words like "little soft thing" and "darling girl", your whole body exhales.

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[harkness-girl]

a quiet little thing

sorry I’ve been a bit MIA. The next chapter should be up in a few days, but it’s going to take me a bit longer to update now as I’ve been extremely busy.

thanks everyone for the continuous support!

💜

[harkness-girl]

your latest chapter of "a quiet little thing" is almost identical to a chapter of another agathario x reader fic on here... like almost word for word. it's extremely obvious you use AI to write your fics and you should be ashamed for misleading people to make them think you're writing your own stuff. AI plagiarizes other people and that's obviously what has happened in the last chapter of your fic.

hi!

can you tell me which fanfiction you’re talking about? I’d love to see what you mean. I can assure you I write my own stuff, have been since I was 9 and started writing.

I understand there’s probably nothing I can do to convince you. I feel like once someone is accused of using AI on here, it’s a done deal. That being said, thanks for the feedback, I’ll make sure to add something more to my stories so that my style is not confused with one of a machine.

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[harkness-girl]

a quiet little thing - V

Pairing: AgathaRio x fem!reader

Plot: You spend the whole day at their house, connecting, watching, wanting.

Warnings: voyeurism, slowburn, a little smut, praise kink, additional warnings to be added

~ Previous part

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You wake up before they do. The room is so quiet the only sound you can hear is their steady breathing on either side of you. Agatha’s arm is draped over your waist. Rio’s leg is hooked around yours. You’re cocooned, held, and for a long moment you just lie there, breathing it in.

Then you slip out as quietly as you can.

You tiptoe to the bathroom and the mirror greets you with a reflection you barely recognise - your hair messy, your eyes soft and sleepy, lips still a bit swollen. You touch your mouth and laugh breathlessly. You cannot believe your life is real now…

You splash some water on your face and try to gather yourself. You decide to calm yourself down by brushing your teeth and your heart clenches at the sight of three toothbrushes in the cup.

Rio’s shirt is a bit big on you and even though you’re wearing panties, you start tugging it down when you pad back into the bedroom.

They’re awake now.

Agatha is on her back, arm tucked behind her head, eyes on you the second you enter. Rio's curled toward the space you just left, her cheek still pressed into the pillow.

And then she also looks at you.

You pause at the edge of the bed, suddenly shy again. Unsure if you should get back in, unsure if you can.

But Agatha sits up slowly and holds a hand out for you.

"There she is," she murmurs.

"Come back to bed, darling," Rio pats the space between them and you move, like an obedient puppy, slipping between them again, unsure of where to put your hands. But they know what to do. They always do.

Agatha pulls you gently against her chest so she's spooning you from behind - the way she pushes you flush against her body lights up something in your lower belly and you muffle a whimper - and during the movement her arm brushes against your chest and your hardened nipples and you feel the shift almost instantly.

She pauses and her palm flattens just beneath the curve of your breast.

She doesn't move it, she just rests it there, warm and steady.

"Are you cold?" she murmurs, but you can hear the mischief in her voice and know it's a joke because she knows very well what’s happening. Rio nestles closer to you and you don’t know what to do with the attention so you make a soft, half-panicked sound and try to hide your face in the pillow.

“Oh,” Agatha whispers and you can hear the smile in her voice, feel it against your skin when she brushes her lips against your shoulder. “She’s shy again.”

“But last night you weren’t that shy,” Rio says, brushing her fingers through your hair. “You were so soft and needy.”

“Stop,” you mumble, mortified, and you move a bit from Agatha’s embrace to lay more on your back. The movement causes Agatha’s hand to change position and your breath hitches as she cups your breast fully, thumb brushing over your nipple through the shirt.

“You’re so sensitive here, aren’t you?” she murmurs.

Rio shifts even closer, now both of them lying on their side on each side of you. Rio’s hand slides over your waist. “Can we touch, baby?”

You nod before you even realize you’re doing it. “Yes.”

And the air shifts again, thick with wanting.

They both touch you gently, slowly, with no rush. Agatha’s fingers trace slow circles around your nipple while Rio softly fondles your other breast, while kissing your shoulder and murmuring sweet, dizzying things into your skin. You feel surrounded, cherished and adored in a way that makes your whole body tremble.

At one point you whimper when Agatha’s tongue gently presses against your nipple through the shirt and the sound makes them react as if you moaned their names.

Agatha’s mouth moves to kiss your jaw. “You make the softest sounds.”

“I think she’s still not used to being worshipped,” Rio adds, smiling against your neck. “Poor little thing doesn’t know what to do with all this attention.”

You don’t.

You truly don’t.

But you want it.

All your previous lovers pale in comparison to Agatha and Rio’s soft touches. And you haven’t even had sex with them yet. They make you feel too safe, too understood, too… everything.

You let yourself feel it fully, trapped in your silence that isn’t unwelcome, in your head that feels fuzzy and isn’t full of anxious thoughts for once.

And their hands, still soft on your chest, seem to say exactly what they whispered last night.

That you’re theirs.

~~~

Later when you're sitting at the table in the kitchen, you watch them. Agatha's at the stove, humming something under her breath while she scrambles eggs, still barefoot, her hair pulled up in a loose twist. Rio stands beside the open window with a glass of orange juice, sunlight catching her profile, and everything feels too perfect to be real.

You're not sure if you've ever felt this safe before. You're also not sure how to say anything without ruining it.

You don't speak much while eating. They don't rush you. You chew slowly and listen to the way they talk to each other in quiet, unhurried tones.

It's not until after breakfast, when Agatha's rinsing out mugs and Rio is wiping honey from your cheek with her thumb, that your chest tightens with the urge to share something real. Something that explains you, why your words come slow, why you go quiet after moments of affection, why you stare down at your plate too long sometimes.

"I'm not always good at talking," you murmur, surprising even yourself. "I want to or... well, I just don't always know how."

Rio doesn't blink. Doesn't make a joke. She simply nods, serious now. "Talking's not the only way people say things."

You look down at your hands. "It's just a lot of energy. I'm always scared I'll say the wrong thing. Or something stupid."

Agatha wipes her hands on a towel and comes to lean against the counter. "I've never head you say anything stupid. Ever."

You smile a little, but it's fragile.

"I tried medication for it once," you say softly. "The anxiety. But it made me feel too... numb. I couldn't think. Couldn't feel anything."

Rio comes to sit next to you. "So you stopped."

"Yeah, I want to feel things. Even when it's hard. I'm doing therapy now, but it's not exactly helping either. I feel like something that needs to be fixed."

There's a long, thoughtful pause. Agatha crosses the kitchen slowly and crouches beside your chair, her hand resting gently on your knee.

"You don't have to talk with us if you don't want to," she says. "You can just be. Quiet or loud or awkward or excited. We'll listen to anything you say, but we won't ask you to be anyone you're not."

Rio leans her head against your shoulder. "You're safe with us."

It comes out of nowhere, the sudden prickling behind your eyes, the tightness in your chest. You don't cry, not really, but your breath gets shaky, and when Agatha stands and gently pulls you into her arms, you don't hesitate.

You melt into her, every part of you lets go.

She walks you over to the couch and sits down with you in her lap, guiding your legs over hers like it's the most natural thing in the world. You curl into her, face tucked against her collarbone, and she just holds you.

One hand strokes your back, slow and calming. The other stays curled around your waist. "You don't have to explain yourself, not to us."

You nod and she presses a kiss into your hair.

After a while, Rio steps out into the back garden with a pair of gloves and a basket, calling something about tomatoes over her shoulder. Agatha doesn't let go.

"I like holding you," she says into the quiet.

You hum softly. "I like it too."

The sun screeps in through the window and warms you. You listen to the distant sounds of Rio humming to herself while digging into the soil. You breathe slower.

There are no expectations here. No pressure to fill silence with noise. They want you, in your softness and silence.

And in Agatha's arms, pressed to her steady heartbeat, you let yourself believe it.

~~~

Later you leave Agatha to her reading and go join Rio in the garden.

You already know she spends time out here, but now that you see her, sleeves rolled up, hair pulled back loosely, dirt on her hands, it feels like witnessing something almost intimate.

You hesitate at the edge of the doorframe.

Rio glances up. "Hey," she says in a gentle voice, "you coming out here to spy on me?"

You shake your head quickly, feeling your cheeks warm. "No, I just... I wasn't sure if..." You trail off, already fumbling.

Her mouth quirks up, a small amused smile. "Come here. I don't bite."

That makes you smile, small and unsure, but you step out onto the patio. The air smells fresh. You walk slowly until you're standing near the raised beds where Rio is crouched.

She straightens, wiping her hands on her trousers. "You ever tried growing anything before?"

You shake your head, bu you glance down at the plants. Neat rows of herbs, small tomatoes already ripening, green things you don't have names for.

"I wouldn't know where to start," you admit, voice quiet. "It looks... peaceful, though."

Rio tilts her head, considering you. She always looks at you observantly, but never unkindly.

"It is peaceful," she says eventually. "You busy your hands and even if you mess up, you can just start over."

You nod, your hands lightly clasped in front of you. After a moment, curiosity wins out. "What's that one?" you ask, pointing to a cluster of pale green leaves.

Rio follows your gesture. "That's sage. Smell it."

She plucks a leaf and holds it out to you between two fingers. You crouch down next to her and lean in to inhale. It's earthy and bright and has almost calming effect.

"What do you think?"

"It's nice," you say and offer her a small smile.

She takes the leaf and puts it behind your ear. The movement makes you freeze and then relax when her fingers brush along your jaw before tapping on your nose, leaving a smudge of dirt behind.

You laugh and swat at her hand.

"You're a dirty thing, aren't you," she whispers in a mocking loving tone and taps at your chin and your smile slowly fades, your heart beats a little faster and you almost close your eyes from the impact the words have on you.

You're embarassed how little is enough for you to go crazy.

"So," you interrupt the moment before you lose your mind, "what else can you show me?"

She shows you a few more things - basil, tomatoes, lavender... You ask questions when you feel brave enough. Mostly, you listen. Rio doesn't fill the silence unnecessarily, which you like.

At one point, your hand brushes hers as she passes you a spring of rosemary. The touch is brief, almost nothing, but your pulse jumps all the same.

When the sun moves higher, Rio glances toward the house. "It's getting hotter. We should go back in. You go ahead, I'll come soon."

You nod, stepping back toward the patio door.

Rio catches your gaze one more time. "You can come out here whenever you want," she offers. "If you want the quiet."

Your throat feels tight for a second, but in a good way. You manage a quiet "okay" before heading back inside.

Agatha is still on the couch and softly pats the space next to her when you appear.

You don't hesitate now and hide in her embrace again.

"How did you like Rio's obsession?" she asks into your hair and softly kisses the top of your head.

"It's a very nice hobby," you say and shuffle even more closer to her arms. Her smell envelopes you and you feel dizzy.

You're enjoying each other's company when Rio comes back in from the garden twenty minutes later, cheeks flushed by the noon sun, curls damp with sweat and sticking to her neck. She's taken off her shirt, wearing only a tank top now, stained with soil, and her arms glisten in the late morning light.

"You're still cuddled up, huh?" she says with a crooked grin, tugging off her gloves. "I'm jealous."

Agatha strokes your hair and doesn't move an inch. "You could join us."

Rio snorts. "I'm covered in sweat. Tempting, though." She heads towards the stairs, then pauses. "Shower time. You two wanna come?"

The question's tossed out casually, like it's nothing. Like it's an everyday offer between people who know each other.

You stiffen and feel the panic creeping in. Agatha's hand curls a little tighter around your shoulder. It forces you to take a deep breath and then you turn your head to look into her eyes. "You should go, I'll be fine."

"You sure?" she asks softly.

You nod wordlessly, your mind immediately elsewhere and you feel like anxiety and arousal is a deadly combination for a young woman to have. You manage a tiny smile. You think you want her to go. You're not sure what you'd do if she stayed.

Agatha kisses your temple and stands, stretching slowly, her shirt sliding up just a little to reveal the curve of her hips. She follows Rio up the stairs with a playful, "don't start without me."

And then you're alone.

The living room is quiet. Too quiet. You press your hands into the cushion where Agatha was, still warm, and stare out at the garden. You imagine water on skin. Laughter. Steam. Hands.

You swallow.

You last five minutes.

Then you're on your feet, padding slowly, barefoot up the stairs, your heart beating too fast for how silently you're moving. You don't know why you're doing it, what you're even planning to do, but something in you is pulling forward, demanding.

The bathroom door is cracked. Steam rolls out in waves, curling into the hallway like it's inviting you closer.

You pause there, unsure.

Then you knock softly.

Rio's voice is warm, amused. "Come in."

You push the door open slowly and everything stills.

They’re under the stream of water together - Agatha’s back to you, her hair wet and curling down her spine. Rio’s hands are on her waist, their bodies close, but not pressed together.

Neither of them moved to cover themselves. In fact, they looked toward you with soft, knowing smiles.

“Oh,” Agatha says, “there you are.” You don’t speak. You don’t move. You’re not sure you can, all you can see is exposed skin and it overwhelms you.

But then Rio grins, a hint of wickedness in the way her lips curl. “You came to watch?”

You flush, nod once.

Agatha smiles at you tenderly. “You don’t have to say anything. Just stay.”

So you do.

You sit on the closed toilet seat, knees pulled up. You know you should look away, but you don’t know how and they don’t want you to.

You watch as Agatha leans back, their mouth meeting slowly, like they’ve done this a thousand times. The water slides down their skin. Hands move over shoulders, across ribs, over hips.

Rio turns Agatha around in her arms and you’re momentarily breathless, as Agatha’s naked front presses against the glass wall of the shower. You notice Rio’s hand disappears in the back as the other positions Agatha’s hips to get more access. You feel like a fire has been set to your skin and you swallow audibly.

Agatha lets out an unholy moan as Rio’s fingers push inside of her and then her eyes meet yours.

“You’re so quiet,” she says, breathless. “You always watch like that with those pretty wandering eyes.”

“She’s so sweet like this,” Rio murmurs, kissing her neck. “Like she’s never seen anything this beautiful before.”

“I haven’t,” you whisper, before you can stop yourself. You honestly believe the vision before you is the most mesmerising thing you’ve ever laid eyes on.

They both freeze, just for a second. Then Agatha laughs, soft and almost broken. “God, little thing.”

“You don’t know what you do to us,” Rio adds.

You can’t answer. Your throat’s tight and your fingers are curled into your knees. But they see it all, the way you tremble, the way your gaze doesn’t move.

“We want to show you everything,” Agatha promises. “When you’re ready.”

You nod. You don’t know what “ready” means yet. But you’re here. And you’re watching. And you’re saying yes, even without words.

They keep going, slow, tender, like a dance, and they keep looking at you while they do. Even when Rio’s other hand moves to the front and disappears between Agatha’s legs, even when Agatha’s palms press against the glass and her lips part as she comes. They’re looking right at you the whole time.

And it doesn’t feel like being left out. It feels like being invited closer… without ever needing to move.

~~~

When the water stops, you hear the gentle squeak of the faucet turning. You stay seated on the toilet lid, your knees pulled in, unsure of what to do with your hands. The silence isn’t awkward, it is full. Soft.

And then the shower door creaks open.

Rio steps out first, a towel wrapped lazily around her body, water still dripping from the ends of her hair. Her eyes meet yours as she passes a second towel to Agatha behind her. There is no shame in the way she looks at you, only that steady, grounding presence she always carries. Calm, but intense. Like she sees right through the layers of your flustered silence.

Agatha follows her out, cheeks pink from the heat, hair tucked behind her ears. She looks radiant, a little wild from the water. She smiles when she sees you again. “You’re still here,” she says, quiet and fond.

You give a shy nod.

“Good,” Rio says.

Agatha kneels in front of you, still warm from the shower. Her towel slips slightly and reveals more of her cleavage and you’re reminded of her naked breasts pressed against the glass. She doesn’t bother adjusting it. She touches your knee gently. “Can we kiss you?”

You blink, startled, not because you don’t want it, but because no one has ever asked you like that before. Not like it mattered what you wanted.

You give another small nod, but this time your lips move too. “Yes, please.”

Agatha leans in first, her lips brushing yours with the kind of patience that makes your breath catch. She doesn’t rush, just tilts her head a little and kisses you like it is something she’s dreamed of for a long time. She smells like lavender and heat and skin.

Then Rio’s hands touch your shoulders from behind. You startle slightly, but she kisses the side of your head, then your jaw, slow, firm kisses that make you close your eyes. Her hands slide down your arms like she is reminding you to be inside your body, to stay right there with them.

They aren’t hurried. They don’t try to take more. They just circle you in warmth, in skin, in the still-foggy light of the bathroom.

Agatha pulls back a little, her hand still resting over yours. “You liked watching us?”

You nod, cheeks burning. “You were…” You can’t find the word, so you just shake your head softly, overwhelmed.

Rio chuckles low against your neck. “That’s okay. You don’t need to explain it.”

Agatha’s thumb brushes over your knuckles. “You just need to feel safe.”

“I do,” you whisper. “With you.”

Later, Rio goes to make lunch while Agatha pulls you to bed where she kisses your shoulder and strokes your hair until you’re pliant and hazy. Not from exhaustion, but from the way your thoughts have quieted. From the way their touch and presence have replaced the usual chatter in your brain with soft static and breathy warmth.

You’re not saying much, barely anything at all, really. Your fingers are curled in the hem of Agatha’s shirt, just holding on. Every time she moves - a kiss to your hair, a palm against your thigh - it pulls a shiver from you.

Rio joins you again soon, saying the lunch is ready, but there is no rush.

Agatha runs her fingers down your back with a lightness that makes your heart clench. “You’re so soft and sweet and so very good.”

You make a sound, a small, pleased exhale, eyes fluttering closed.

Rio grins against your shoulder. “She melts when you talk to her like that,” she says, then tilts your chin so you’re looking at her. Her voice drops just a little. “You like it, don’t you, baby?”

You nod, slow and quiet. You can’t explain it - the way your whole body feels open and relaxed under their attention. The way your mind grows warm and slow and fuzzy, like you’ve finally put something down you’ve been carrying too long.

“You’re allowed to feel this,” Agatha whispers into your ear. “You don’t have to hold it all together. Not with us.”

“You don’t have to think right now,” Rio adds, stroking your jaw with the back of her fingers. “We’ve got you.”

And it’s true. You feel it. Their voices are the only thing in your head. Their touch, the only sensation anchoring you to this moment. No pressure. No decisions. Just… this.

You let out a tiny whimper, forehead pressing against Rio’s collarbone. You can’t help it. There are no words big enough for this feeling, for how deeply safe you are, how much you needed this kind of gentleness.

Agatha presses a kiss to your temple. “That’s it, little thing. You don’t need to do anything at all. Just let us hold you.”

They don’t ask you to speak. They don’t ask you to be anything but this - soft, needy, quiet, content. You don’t even realize you’re crying until Rio kisses the tear off your cheek and says, “Still with us?”

You nod, voice small. “Mhm. Just… fuzzy.”

They both smile, the kind of smile that feels like a secret just for you.

“Good girl,” Agatha whispers.

And you break just a little more, in the best way.

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[harkness-girl]

Hi I really enjoy your work especially all of your AgathaxReader fics so I am excited to read whatever else you have in store. I just noticed that you have not included in your masterlist the two part fic you did at some point where Agatha and Reader are exes. I sometimes go back and reread older fics of authors and was wondering if you could add it so it's easier to find in the future. Thank you for all of your great work!

Hello! Thank you for the kind words!

I added both parts of the story to the masterlist :)

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[harkness-girl]

a quiet little thing - IV

Pairing: AgathaRio x fem!reader

Plot: Another dinner, during which you open up.

Warnings: slowburn, eventual smut, praise kink, additional warnings to be added

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You wake to the gentle sound of someone moving in the kitchen - soft clinks of cups, the low hissing of a kettle, a floorboard creaking under careful footsteps. The scent of coffee sneaks into the room and it takes you a few seconds to realise where you are.

Their house.

You’re alone in the bed now, but their smell is all over the sheets and you get briefly overwhelmed by the safety you feel. You sit up slowly, the oversized shirt slipping off one shoulder.

Last night comes back in cinematic flashes, Agatha’s fingers playing with your hair, Rio’s hand on your waist, their voices lulling you to sleep. The memory is so gentle it almost hurts.

You follow the smell of the coffee into the kitchen.

Agatha is sitting at the table, a steaming mug in her hands, hair wild from sleep, dressed in a purple robe. Rio stands at the counter, barefoot and humming, two more mugs waiting beside her. They both look up at you at once. You freeze in the doorway, suddenly feeling misplaced and will your anxiety to calm down.

“Good morning,” Agatha says warmly. “Did you sleep okay?”

You nod, trying not to fidget. “Too well.”

Rio hands you a mug and smiles. "Good. That's what we wanted."

You sit down with them in the kitchen, barely speaking, just sipping coffee. It should probably be awkward, but somehow it's not. Somehow, you still feel wrapped in the same soft strange safety that surrounded you last night.

Eventually, you get dressed, thank them both probably too many times, and say you should get going, even though you don't really have to. They propose numbers exchange and you cannot stop the blush when you hand them your phone.

Agatha touches your hand at the door. "Take care of yourself today, all right?"

"Rest," Rio adds, brushing your hair back like she's done it a hundred times. "We'll see you soon."

You nod again, unable to say much else with your heart doing somersaults.

~~~

You spend the entire day thinking about them. And not in a giddy, butterflies-in-your-stomach way. No, it's more like spiraling. Your brain replays everything from "you're so sweet when you let go" whispered by Agatha to the way Rio held you like you belonged to her, the way they took care of you without asking for anything.

You fell asleep in their bed like a little child. What must they think?

You pace your room. Lie down. Sit up again. You keep checking your phone even though it hasn't buzzed.

They were so calm. So sure. And you were... gone. You melted like you had been waiting your whole life for someone to say "let us take you home".

And you miss it now when you're alone again.

You miss them. Their voices. Their presence.

Around 4PM, just as you're considering turning your phone off altogether to escape the obsessive checking, a message appears on your screen. They've created a group chat.

Agatha: We've been thinking about you today. Hope you're being kind to yourself.

Rio: She means we miss you. Come for dinner again? No pressure. Just food, wine, and us.

You stare at the screen like it might vanish. Like the words might rearrange themselves into something less perfect.

You sit with it for a while, maybe twenty minutes, maybe an hour, you don't even know.

You: Yes, I'd like that. What time?

Agatha's messages arrives instantly. 7. Come hungry.

Rio: And wear something soft. You're beautiful when you're comfortable.

You put your phone down, heart hammering, nerves spiking and a fire settling in your lower belly from Rio's suggestion. The quiet order of it that makes you want to please her.

~~~

You feel so energized after the last night that when it's time to get ready, you feel much better about meeting them than you did the previous day after work. You're still anxious, but them anxious, not angry customers who almost made you cry anxious.

You stand at their front door for a full thirty seconds before you knock.

There is no reason to be nervous... except there is. You know what's waiting behind the door - not just food and wine, but them. The way they look at you. The way they speak to you like they've already chosen you.

The door opens.

Rio stands there, barefoot and smiling, her soft waves pulled back and wild. She's wearing a soft, loose tank top and linen pants that hang off her hips in a delicious way. "Hi, darling."

You open your mouth to reply, but Agatha's already behind her, peeking over her shoulder. "There you are," she says with this pleased sort of hum that makes you melt.

You're ushered in before you can say anything at all.

The house smells like lemon and warm roasted something. There is a candle burning on the table.

"You didn't have to do all this," you murmur, setting down the wine you brought.

Rio closes the door behind you. "We wanted to."

Agatha steps into your space before you can retreat. Her hand brushes your arm, fingertips tracing over the soft cotton of your shirt. "You wore something soft."

You nod, cheeks burning. "You said I should."

Rio breathes in deeply and then laughs shortly, walking past you into the kitchen. "God, you're sweet."

Dinner is beautiful. Not just the food, but the quiet way they include you in everything. The soft teasing, the questions they ask, the way Agatha watches you with barely concealed warmth every time you get flustered, and the way Rio tops off your glass without asking, murmuring "there she is" every time you laugh.

You feel safe. Overwhelmed, but safe.

Afterward, Rio clears the plates and Agatha leads you into the living room. You're sitting cross-legged on the couch, nursing the last of your wine, when Rio joins you and stretches out beside you, one leg brushing yours. Agatha sits on your other side.

The light conversation continues and you mention something about Jen's parents' summer party that is happening soon and how they always put you into crazy situations. Rio shifts slightly, her voice quieter.

"Can I ask you something?" she says. "You don't have to answer if it's too much."

You blink, a little startled, but not afraid. "Okay."

Rio glances at Agatha before looking back at you. "What about your family?"

You look down at your hands on your lap, fingers curling a little. For a moment you think about brushing it off, you think about lying, but you cannot find a reason why you would do that.

"We're not really on speaking terms," you admit softly. "They kicked me out after I finished high school and I haven't seen them since."

Agatha's hand finds your knee and she starts gently caressing it. Rio shifts a bit closer to you. "Why?"

You raise your eyes to meet Rio's gaze somewhat steadily. "They found me with someone I shouldn't have been with. Or... someone they thought I shouldn't have been with."

Agatha's voice is low. "Someone?"

You take a slow breath. "A girl. My mom walked in on us in a... very incriminating position and well... they're both very religious, tried to sign me up for some super prayer group..." You shake your head. "We all know how these groups go. One day you're there, the next day you're in a middle of wilderness and they try to pray away the gay. Anyway, when I threatened to leave, they told me to go. My mom packed my stuff while I was out with my friend and prepared it for me on the porch. Didn't even get a goodbye."

You do realize that is the longest you've talked before them, but somehow, for once, you don't overanalyze it.

Rio lets out a quiet sound, not quite a word, while Agatha's hand rubs gently up and down your thigh.

"I'm sorry," Agatha says. "That's..."

You shake your head, cutting her off softly. "It's okay. I got through it. My aunt Lilia helped me find a place and helped me pay for it until I got on my feet."

Rio brushes a strand of hair behind your ear. "I'm glad someone was there for you."

"And what about the girl?" Agatha asks gently.

"Last time I heard, she got married to a guy. Guess she prayed away the gay." You laugh mirthlessly.

Rio exhales slowly, looking at your like she understands. "For what it's worth, I think they all lost out on something pretty special."

That makes your cheeks warm in spite of yourself. You duck your head, trying not to let them see you smiling too much. But of course, they do.

Agatha leans in a little closer. "Thank you for telling us."

You nod, smiling softly, and then it's quiet again. They shift a little bit more so that you're more sandwiched between them and after a while of Rio playing with your hair and Agatha drawing circles on your thigh, you feel the shift in the air, or maybe the shift in you. You become hyperaware of their attention.

"You're quiet again," Agatha says softly.

You glance at her, then at Rio who's watching you with a tilt of her head.

"I'm not used to this," you admit, voice small.

"To what, darling?" Rio asks, nudging your knee with hers.

"Being..." You trail off, unsure how to say it.

Agatha leans in, brushing her fingers along your jaw. "Wanted?"

Your breath catches. "Yes."

Neither of them moves for a second. Then Agatha slides her hand along your cheek, tilting your face gently toward hers. "We want you, little thing. From the moment you walked up to me like you owned the whole room."

Rio's lips are at your ear now, her voice like silk. "And even more when we saw how soft and shy you are under all that boldness."

You can't respond. You can barely breathe. You don't know what to do with the way they're looking at you, like they already know what you need.

"I don't really know what I'm doing," you say, the truth trembling out of you before you can stop it. "I mean, I do know." You flush, hoping they understand you're trying to say you're not a virgin. "But I..."

How can you explain that you want them so much, but feel too stuck in your brain to relax? That even though they obviously want you too, you cannot stop your mind from spiraling and from overanalyzing everything you might do wrong?

"That's okay," Rio murmurs, her mouth closer now. "We understand."

And then Agatha kisses your cheek, softly, and Rio's lips find yours before you even know you're leaning in.

Rio kisses you like she's tasting something rare and when she pulls back slightly, you're already chasing the space between you.

Agatha kisses you next, her lips are firmer, her hand cupping your neck as she pulls you in, and it sends a flutter down your spine so sharp and deep you make a sound you've never head yourself make before - a needy little sigh that betrays everything.

You freeze the moment it escapes.

But they don't laugh, they don't tease.

They stare.

Rio's hand wraps around yours tightly and Agatha's breath shudders.

"Jesus," Agatha whispers, forehead resting against yours. "You're going to destroy us, aren't you?"

You shake your head. "I'm not-"

"You are," Rio says, her voice rough. "You're so sweet, so soft, so unsure. And you want."

You look at them and just nod once.

Agatha kisses your temple like a promise. "You don't have to feel overwhelmed, though. We can just hold you."

"We'd like to," Rio adds. "If you want that."

You do.

God, you do.

So they both wrap themselves around you and Rio turns on the tv and soon you’re all laughing at some stupid reality show and every time you say your opinion, Agatha’s hand on your thigh squeezes as if she was praising you, and every time you laugh, you can feel Rio watching you.

Later you let them lead you back to the bedroom. This time, you're not half asleep. This time, you know what you're walking into.

As you’re changing into Rio’s shirt, you can’t help to notice how natural it feels… to be getting ready for bed with them.

You climb into the bed between them and they wrap around you again like they were made to.

Agatha's fingers find yours under the blankets. Rio kisses your shoulder and murmurs "sweet girl" and smiles, pleased, when she sees the affect the words have on you.

You don’t feel tired, but as you relax in their warm embrace, your eyes are closed before you know it and you’re gone.

~~~

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[harkness-girl]

a quiet little thing - III

Pairing: AgathaRio x fem!reader

Plot: A dinner invitation, gay panic and hot women.

Warnings: slowburn, eventual smut, praise kink, additional warnings to be added

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Next time you see them you can't even look in their eyes. It's worse than before, because your dreams have got creative. It's not only about the whispered words containing "little thing" and "pretty girl" said in Agatha's low sultry voice or Rio's winks and her ability to throw you off guard by her soft but still kind of predatory way of watching. No, in the dreams you're kneeling and Rio is standing behind you, you can hear her quietly humming as her hand comes up from behind and forces your chin up. Standing before you is Agatha who always asks you in the dream "are you going to be a good girl for us?" and no matter how many times you desperately nod or even resolve to begging, the dreams always end there.

And you always wake up embarassingly wet, sometimes already touching yourself still half asleep.

If the way you behave around them gets even clumsier and involves your cheeks turning a higher level of red than before, they don't notice. Or maybe they do, but they don't say anything which you're grateful for.

"We were thinking," Agatha says during one of your not really breaks, where you still find time to sit with them, but you have to fold napkins, hoping you're doing somewhat good job, since Agatha and Rio are sitting across from you, watching you and you can't stop your hands from slightly shaking.

"Hm?" you raise your eyes questioningly.

"We're having dinner on Friday," she continues.

"And we would like you to join us," Rio adds.

There is a moment of silence. Meeting outside the walls of the cafe seems like something you might not be ready for, but there is only one way to find out.

"If you want," Agatha smiles softly and you hate to see the flicker of doubt in her eyes.

"Yes," you get out a little too eagerly. "Yes, I'd like that."

They smile in tandem and your heart beats a little faster than before and you return the smile, hoping it shows them how much you would actually like that.

~~~

You don't have enough time to pick an outfit and you curse at yourself for not planning ahead. Work has been hell and there is only so many angry customers and so many messed up orders your already pretty fucked up mind can take before it starts shutting down, but you really want to see them, even though you almost fell asleep on the bus home and you were this close to cancelling.

You end up wearing black jeans and dark blue blouse that you hope makes you look more alive than you actually feel.

When you arrive, they're already waiting, dressed like a Vogue cover come to life and you, once again, feel more like a pet they got in a shelter than a girl they met in a bar.

Don't think about being their pet, don't think about being their pet, you mumble to yourself when you make the way to their table, taking in their casual business outfits. Rio is dressed in a black jumpsuit, her arms exposed and her tattoo visible again, while Agatha is wearing long dress the color of red wine and you're really hope it's gay panic and not heart attack that's taking over your heart function.

Dinner is relaxed, at first. They ask you about your day, you complain about the customers, and Rio tells you about her garden and how she finally figured out what her new plant needed to thrive.

"You have a lot of plants?" you ask, your eyes widening with interest.

Rio nods. "A lot."

"A lot is an undestatement," Agatha mumbles into her glass of wine.

"I could show you sometimes, if you'd like," Rio offers and your brain focuses on the clear invitation to their house and your cheeks burn before you can even process it.

You nod eagerly and rest your chin on your palm, hoping to cover up the blush.

"Still shy for us?" Rio says as she tops off your wine.

For them two? Always.

Agatha leans in with a small smirk playing on her lips. "You were so brave when you walked up to me. Where did that girl go?"

You mutter something about nerves and tequila and you don't miss the glance they exchange. You really wish they would stop bringing up the bar meeting, but you feel like for them it's an important part of the puzzle.

"You're cute when you squirm," Rio says and your brain short-circuits.

Agatha leans in again and this time she brushes a strand of hair behind your ear. "Such a lovely thing."

You nearly knock over your glass.

And they seem to love it.

They don't touch you beyond the occasional brush of fingers, the lean-in to whisper something that sets your ears on fire, but the tension rolls off you and off them in waves and shyness be damned, you want more of it.

~~~

The night is warm as you step out of the restaurant, but you feel warmer - half from the wine, half from the way Agatha's hand rests lightly on the small of your back as she walks beside you.

Rio leads the way, checking her phone briefly before glancing back with a small smile.

"There's a place just around the corner," she says. "Quieter than here. Fewer people. If we don't want the night to end..."

You don't want the night to end so you nod and they each take one of your elbows like it's the most natural thing in the world.

The bar is small, dim lights and velvet-lined booths, quiet jazz music playing from the speakers. Rio sposts a booth in the very back and heads toward it. You start to slide into the side opposite them, trying to give yourself a little space to breathe and them their space, but Agatha catches your wrist gently.

"No, no," she says, voice low and warm. "You sit here."

Between them.

You hesitate, but there's already that tug again, the gentle pressure of Agatha's hand guiding you, Rio's eyes already on you like they're waiting to see whether you'll follow their lead.

You do.

As soon as you're settled, you feel Agatha's hand lightly rest on your knee and Rio shifts closer so your shoulders are touching. You're overwhelmed by the proximity and you feel yourself shrinking, but, as you realize, not in a bad way.

They order drinks for all of you without asking and you're grateful. You don't think you could make a decision now if your life depended on it.

Rio turns to you and gently taps your chin, making you look up. "You okay, darling?"

You duck your head back down, cheeks burning. "You're both very..."

"Very what?" Agatha asks and her hand drifts slightly higher up your leg, fingers tracing lazy shapes against the fabric of your jeans.

"Intense," you say, barely above a whisper.

Rio hums, amused. "You didn't seem so shy about it in the bar."

You let out a small whine and try to ignore the way Rio's eyes darken. "I was drunk."

Agatha leans in, lips close to your ear. "What a dangerous little drunk you are."

You shiver and your eyes flutter closed. A small sound escapes your throat, much like your previous whine, but more of a whimper this time.

You feel them both go still.

Then Rio exhales sharply. "God, you're going to drive us crazy."

Your eyes snap up, wide and disbelieving. "Me?"

Agatha's fingers trail back down your thigh slow, deliberately. "Yes, you."

"You're so soft," Rio murmurs, her hand again brushing your jaw, tilting your face toward her. "So sweet and quiet now. It's like a spell."

"You're perfect," Agatha says simply, not smiling for once, just watching you with steady, open affection. "We don't say things we don't mean."

You try to look away, but Rio doesn't let go of your chin.

"You're really lovely when you blush. You get all quiet and small between us."

Your heart beats like it's trying to escape your chest and you feel like there is something inside you that is unfolding in slow motion and you swear you hear a soft "click" somewhere in the back of your mind, as the puzzle was complete.

"I've never..." You pause, not sure how to finish that sentence, how to put the feelings into words.

Rio doesn't make you. "That's all right. You don't need to say anything. We're good at reading signs."

Agatha's lips barely graze your temple. "And we're very patient."

You exhale, shakily.

They don't move away from you. You're cocooned between them, floating in warmth and tension and wanting. You want to stay right where you are, in this quiet safe world where nothing exists except their eyes on you and the way your body responds to every word they say.

And when Rio's fingers slip into yours under the table, you don't hesitate. You hold on.

~~~

The emotional turmoil you've been in the whole day and the glasses of wine you've drank start taking their toll on you and you being to drift.

Agatha is saying something to Rio in a low, amused tone, but it comes to you all muffled and distant and your head tips slightly to one side and you realize your eyes aren't open.

You try to straighten up again, embarassed, but Rio's arm comes up around your back, holding you against heir side.

"Don't," she says softly, brushing her fingers through your hair. "You're tired."

"I didn't mean to-"

Agatha's hand is suddenly there too, stroking the inside of your arm. "You've been working all day, haven't you?"

You nod slowly, eyes half-closed.

"You didn't even finish your drink," Rio murmurs with a smile. "Poor little thing's falling apart."

The words slide over you like silk, but instead of flustering, they calm something inside you. You feel safe here, pressed between them.

"Come one," Agatha says gently. "Let us take you home."

"I can get an Uber," you mumble.

"We know," Rio whispers into your hair. "But we'd rather make sure you get there safe."

You mean to argue, you really do, but then Agatha is grabbing you by waist and Rio is pulling her card out to pay and somehow, without ever saying yes, you're in the backseat of a car, leaning on Agatha now, Rio on the other side, her hand warm and steady on your thigh.

Too late you realize that you’ve never given them your address and the car is moving into a direction of a neighbourhood that’s definitely too fancy for someone working as a barista in a cafe.

“You said home,” you mumble.

Agatha glanced down at you. “Ours. Just for the night. So you can sleep somewhere safe. We’ll bring you back in the morning.”

You should probably protest, but instead you nod against Agatha’s collarbone, sinking into hers side as if your body has known hers for a long time.

~~~

Their house is quiet, but welcoming, although you don’t really have energy to look around and take everything in. All you can feel is the soft rug under your bare feet and notice that everything smells so nice, like cedar wood and patchouli.

Rio presses a glass of water into your hand while Agatha disappears down the hall.

“Drink, you’ll thank me tomorrow,” she says.

When Agatha reappears, she’s carrying a soft oversized T-shirt and a pair of shorts along with a clean toothbrush. You’re shown to the bathroom in the guest room while they go prepare for the night. You’re kind of sad that they didn’t say goodnight and you ponder about it while changing and brushing your teeth.

You step out and feel too cold in the room, something is missing and you know exactly what. You convince yourself it’s only polite to say good night so you step out to the hallway and follow the light to the room with door open. Well, if that’s not an invitation…

Once you peak inside, you see them already in bed, king sized, duvet thrown back. They both smile at you, as if pleased by your appearance as if you made a choice between sleeping in the guest room or joining them, which you kind of did, but your brain is too tired to analyze that.

Rio lifts the covers and pats the space between them.

You hesitate for a second, looking at their beautiful make up less faces, and then you crawl in.

There’s no talk. No tension. Just two warm bodies curling around you as you settle down between them. Rio’s arm loops around your waist while Agatha’s hand finds your hair. You let out a shaky breath and you feel your whole body beginning to melt.

“You’re so sweet when you let go,” Agatha whispers in your ear and presses a kiss to your temple.

And with that, you’re asleep.

~~~

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