Agatha all along week for 2025 is here and my masterlist is ready >:)
All smut, 18+, minors DNI. All x reader. Each fic will have its associated warnings on its post. I hope you enjoy, let me know what you think <3
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Established Jealousy // Day One: Jealousy. Agatha Harkness x Rio Vidal x Reader
-> Agatha comes home to find Rio two knuckles deep in you. She isnât impressed.
Fake Marriage, Real Hands // Day Two: Fake Marriage. Agatha Harkness x Reader x Voyeur!Wanda Maximoff
-> Wanda wants some off-air entertainment. Her fake married neighbours are encouraged to fulfil that want.
Monthly Hunt // Day Three: Breeding. Rio Vidal x Fox!Reader
-> Foxes donât submit on command. Rio has to catch you if she wants to breed you.
Deathmark // Day Four: Soulmark. Rio Vidal x Reader.
-> Death marks your soul.
Pipette Visit // Day Five: Professors. Agatha Harkness x Reader.
-> Youâve stolen the good pipettes. Professor Harkness interrupts your office hours to convince you to give them back.
Bloody Fuck Fest // Day Six: Vampires. Agatha Harkness x Rio Vidal x Wanda Maximoff x Reader.
-> Vampires sucking and fucking.
Expending Energy // Day Seven: Injured Rio. Agatha Harkness x Reader x Rio Vidal x Wanda Maximoff
-> Cosmic beings need to let off steam every now and then so they donât take it out on the little people. Sometimes they get hurt. Youâre there to make them feel better.
scarlet johannson did not spend an entire decade fighting tooth and nail to make natasha into an actual character instead of the sex object writers wanted her to be while also having to endure the most vile, misogynistic questions during press tours for people to now disrespect her legacy because yelena is 'better'. the only reason why that is, is because of everything scarlet went through. natasha singlehandedly paved the way for every other female superhero in the mcu and don't you forget that
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Summary: after being a brat all day, Wanda and Nat decide to see how long you realise youâve stepped right through Hellâs doorstep with a shit eating grin. Natasha always loved seeing this side of you come out to play but Wanda was much less forgiving.
Characters: Mommy!Wanda, Daddy!Nat x brat!fem!reader
Warnings: Mommy kink (Wanda), Daddy kink (Nat), mean!domme Wanda, softer!domme Nat, edging, orgasm denial, restraints, spanking, humiliation and degradation (kinda?), strap warming, cunnilingus, fingering, strap-on, oral fixations, mentions of gagging, breath play, after care, safe word check ins. If I have missed anything else lmk xx
Word Count: 3.7k words
Your task was simple. Wait for one of your Dommes to come home from a mission debrief and donât get into trouble. You had been keeping busy all afternoon, you baked a cake, lit up a few candles and against one of your Dominantâs wishes, attempted to clean out the garage that Nat had said to leave alone. Did you listen? No. There was a reason Natasha had told you to leave the garage alone for weeks now, for months youâd been begging for her to take you out again on a ride on her bike. She was always busy and Wanda didnât know how to use the motorbike so your patience was wearing increasingly thin as the months flew by, the bike untouched by the three of you.
Until today.
Your hand traced the black paint on the Ducati Panigale V4 and you huffed into the empty room. Natasha had promised to take you out this week and considering it was Thursday, you werenât counting on her promise. An idea popped into your head and your sour mood instantly shifted into a sly but determined one. Hoisting one leg up and over the middle seat, your breath hitched as the bike was just too high for both of your legs to reach the ground. With a furrow of your brows, you positioned yourself very carefully so you were sitting square in the middle of the seat and pulled your phone out, snapping a photo from above.
âWishing it was you instead Daddyâ
You grinned as you hit send, actually quite proud of the stunt you pulled. One hand was resting on the seat just in front of your body and the phone was angled in a way where Natasha could see the cusp your bra peaking out of your tank top. The hard part was getting off this thing, Natasha always made it look so effortless but you had the coordination of a baby deer and the sheer size of the sports bike made it extremely hard to not throw you off balance. It took a whole ten concentrated minutes for you to shimmy off the bike, shin accidentally scraping the kickstand and you let out an unamused grumble. Damn your slightly taller girlfriend and her ridiculously high bike.
Your phone buzzed in your hands and you had to bite back a groan at the message. You had Natasha right where you wanted her. Plus this game was way more fun when you just knew Natasha would give in more than Wanda.
âAnd just what do you think youâre doing kotenok? Didnât Daddy ever teach you not to play with her toys?â
Just like that, a smirk made its way across your face and you giggled. To your surprise, she didnât follow up with another text. Usually, when youâre in one of these moods, your Dominantâs would give you a little bit of redirection. A gentle command to cease your growing brattiness but the text never came. Grumbling again, you took it as an opportunity to dig yourself an even deeper hole.
âDaddy lets me play with Mommy though? Does that mean Mommy is Daddyâs toy too?â
This time, almost instantly you got a response.
âWatch it zaya, keep mouthing off like that and Iâll show Mommy. You know how she is with that mouth of yoursâ
The mischief behind your eyes never left as you waltzed into your shared room, ferreting through the closet to find a matching custom set of red lace panties and a bra. You stripped yourself bare and dressed yourself in the lingerie, eyes shining in awe at the way the small crown dangled in the middle of your sternum and the widow hourglass charms rested on each sides of your hips.
âOh I know, she lets me fuck her with it, even said it was the best mouth her pussy ever feltâ
You never normally used such language, but you were only repeating what Wanda had said! The panic you felt when Natasha sent a selfie of herself and Wanda, seemingly walking out of the conference room made your heart stutter in anticipation.
âMommy said sheâs not impressed dorogayaâ
Quickly scrambling to pose in front of the floor length mirror, kneeling and pouting you took your own selfie and sent it with a follow up text.
âHow about now? Also, why do the two of you have to go to debriefs together anyway? Itâs not like we donât live together or anything đâ
Another text, this time you knew it was Wanda typing and not Nat.
âDonât push it any further puppy girl. Quit being a brat and pull your act together, youâre lucky Mommyâs in a slightly good mood tonightâ
A low whine left your throat as you slumped down on the bed, rolling your eyes at the way Wanda wasnât being any fun. You lay there for all of fifteen minutes, doom scrolling on some social app before you hear the keys jangle from the other side of the house. A giddy smile adorned your lips as you raced through the house ready to greet them, Wandas stern look slightly lessening as she saw your attire and Natashas infamous smirk growing.
âHi troubleâ Natasha spoke teasingly as she leaned in for a kiss, wrapping a hand gently at the base of your throat and deepening the kiss. A small whine echoed around the room and Natasha had to refrain from going further, remembering the conversation she and Wanda had on the way over. âShh milaya, not yetâ she pulled back and raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow as you pouted. âWhat am I, chopped liver?â Wandaâs voice was light but still had a certain edge to it as she crossed her arms and looked at you expectantly.
âHi Mommyâ you rolled your eyes and went in for a kiss but squeaked when she snapped the waistband of your panties against your skin. âWanna try that again kotenok?â Her eyes narrowed when you huffed. Her fingers gripped your chin gently and she tilted her head, daring you to pull another stunt. âHi Mommyâ you tried again, a little softer as your face flushed at the reprimand and she smirked.
âHi my little bratâ she ran her thumb over your lips, humming when you obeyed her silent command and your breath hitched as she pressed down on your tongue slightly. âYou have no idea how much this tongue of yours gets you in trouble detkaâ she pulled her fingers away, wiping them down on her jeans. âAlso makes you cum, a lotâ you snickered, pressing their buttons further. This time both of their eyes darkened and you gulped.
âUpstairs now. Knelt and hands behind your backâ Wanda growled gently at you, Natasha dropping their files from debrief onto the kitchen table. You didnât have any time to argue as Wanda snapped the waistband of your panties against your hips and sent you off with a light pinch to the thigh. You scrambled to the master bedroom and followed instructions for the first time that night.
Your knees hit the floor gently and you got yourself into position, your whole body buzzing with need and desperation. Tonight could go two ways, they would either edge you until youâre a mess or theyâd completely ruin you. Honestly, you wouldnât mind either. You could hear their voices murmuring softly in the common area and you had to bite back a whine. Patience was never your strong suit and they both knew that.
The second you heard footsteps coming through the hallway your eyes lit up. If you had a tail it would be wagging. The two Avengers stopped at the doorframe just taking you all in. âWho knew you could listen so well zayaâ Wanda cooed as she crouched down and held a firm hand under your chin forcing your eyes to meet hers. âShame youâre such a brat when you want to be thoughâ she sighed in fake annoyance as she let go and walked over to her walk-in wardrobe.
âNatalia can you get her ready pleaseâ Wandas voice was smooth and controlled which fuelled your need to feel something, anything even more. Your eyes were trained on the Russian as she sauntered over to you, holding out a dark red silk ribbon and you subconsciously tried to squeeze your legs together. âAh uh, spread them malyshâ she murmured and nudged your knees apart gently with her combat boots.
âHands out sweetsâ she ordered softly and you complied with a dopey smile. She rolled her eyes amusedly at your easy compliance, crouching to your level and tying your hands together in a pretty but secure bow. âOur little toyâ she murmured and you held back a groan as her fingers deftly traced over your nipples. âSo sensitive and so preciousâ she cooed teasingly. âDaddy pleaseâ you pouted and arched your back for effect but she just held your chin firmly. âSettle downâ she spoke lowly and you sighed, not at all liking this situation you put yourself in. Natasha shimmied out of her clothes until she was on full display and you reached for her but she caught your hands and shook her head.
âKeep the attitude up kotenok and you wont be getting off for a weekâ Wandas sharp voice rang throughout the room and you grumbled. âYou know, Mommy was going to let you eat her out tonight but I think Daddy will have to do it instead?â Wanda returned with a vibrator, handcuffs and a red strap snug around her hips. âNo Mommy please! I wanna do it!â You sounded desperate but you didnât care. âTalia help her get on the bedâ Wanda ignored your whine and Natasha quite literally picked you up and threw you on the bed like a rag-doll.
âArms up my loveâ Natasha wrapped her hands around your tied wrists and made quick work tying them to the headboard. Once she made sure they were well and truly secure, she trailed her fingers across your body. Hovering over each nipple before giving them a gentle kiss, your back arching in response. âOur sensitive little bunnyâ she whispered as she kissed just under your ear and sucked over your sweet spot.
âDonât be so soft Nataliaâ Wanda rolled her eyes as she made her way over to you, pressing a perfectly manicured finger against your clit. Your hips bucked involuntary and she smacked the inside of your thigh, âStay stillâ her eyes locked onto yours and you nodded slowly. âColour?â She murmured softly, the contrast in her tone shocking you slightly but also making your heart swell. âGreen Mommyâ you replied meekly and she praised you with a kiss to your tummy.
âNow, I think itâs time for someone to learn her patience while Daddy gets you all nice and wet for Mommyâ Wanda pulled her hands away as Natasha slid down your body so her face was inches away from your core. Her head resting on your inner thigh and her lips pressing feather light kisses along your skin. You had the prefect view, Natashaâs head between your thighs, her back arching perfectly ready for what ever Wanda had planned.
âMommyâs gonna fuck Daddy and youâll only cum when she does okay?â Wanda positioned herself behind Natasha and swiped her fingers through her girlfriendâs folds, the Russian stuttering forward into your clothed pussy. Your breath hitched as Natasha placed a chaste kiss over the top of your panties and you fought the urge to whine. âFuck Tash, youâre so wetâ Wanda groaned as she toyed with the spy, adding two fingers into her dripping entrance.
âDaddy pleaseâ you rolled your hips to chase her lips and whined when she shot you a warning glare. âYouâre lucky Wanda hasnât gagged you yetâ she warned as she rocked her hips against Wandaâs fingers, moaning out Russian curses. The anticipation and tension was absolutely killing you. A soft gasp escaped your lips as Natasha got a hold of herself and moved your panties to the side, swiping her tongue through your folds. âIâll never get over how sweet you taste malyshâ Natasha hummed against your clit and you tugged on your restraints wanting to pull her closer.
âNeedy girlâ she chuckled darkly and slowly entered a finger, her lips never leaving their place on your clit. Her tongue circled your bundle of nerves lazily and your body was taught. Wanda lined her strap up with Natashas entrance and with a gentle kiss on the small of the Russianâs back, she pushed the dark red strap in. A few more controlled thrusts and Wanda was buried inside Natasha to the hilt.
A raspy moan rippled through the room and Natasha subconsciously sucked harder on your clit making you squeeze your legs tighter around her head. Wanda who was watching the whole scene smirked at her two girls falling apart. âGod you two look beautifulâ she grinned and wrapped a hand around Natashaâs throat, pulling her face away from your pussy slightly. âGive her hell Talia, god knows how she needs to be taught a lessonâ Wanda bent down as she whispered in Natashaâs ear, the Russian groaning at the new angle.
Natasha grabbed the vibrator that had been sitting aside and turned it on a low setting, the quiet hum of the toy signalling that you had no way out of this torture. She smirked as she caught your eyes haze over and the furrow in your brow, clearly concentrating on not cumming until they gave you the âokayâ. The second it touched your clit you were a whining mess. Natashaâs fingers still lazing pumping in and out of you as Wanda was fucking into her from behind.
âHow many times can Daddy edge her little bratâ Natasha chuckled as she amped up the intensity and you strangled out a moan. Natashaâs cocky tone was replaced with a hiss as Wanda spanked her once firmly and growled âOur bratâ. Natasha rolled her eyes but corrected herself and was rewarded with a thumb pressing firmly against her clit. The familiar coil in your tummy was extremely obvious as your body tensed, your breathing coming in shallow pants and your legs were tensing. âHold it baby girlâ Natasha ordered and you whined, knowing just how cruel she can be when Wanda was behind her.
âPlease Daddy, need- need to cumâ you whimpered and pulled harder at your wrists only for her to stop the vibrations and pull away completely, her own orgasm coming at her full force as Wanda pinched her clit and stilled her hips. âNO!â You cried out, thrashing your legs to bring her back but Wanda was quick to send a sharp spank to your inner thigh that Natashaâs face wasnât resting on. âKeep it up and youâll be gaggedâ she narrowed her eyes at your scowl and you closed your eyes tightly trying to control your own ruined orgasm.
âDaddy did so well taking all of Mommy in donât you think zaya?â Wanda kissed up the back of Natashaâs thighs, licking a lazy stripe across her folds where her strap was just moments before. Another needy, desperate whine slipped out of your lips and Wanda knew you were on the verge of completely spacing out. âColour malyshâ she moved Natasha off your thigh and the Russian shakily crawled up to your side. âGreen but wanna feel youâ you mumbled tearily and looked up at your tied wrists in defeat.
âShould have thought about that before mouthing off earlier kotenokâ Wanda chuckled as she knelt in front of you and took off your panties with ease, the fabric sticking to your centre. âOh hon, look how messy you areâ she feigned innocence as she ran a single finger through your pussy, the mix between Natashaâs spit and your cum coating her fingers beautifully. âMommy pleaseâ you tried again, hoping sheâd just give in just this once.
âSweetheart, Iâm not kidding when i say Iâll gag you. Keep that mouth of yours shut unless you need to safeword or moaning our namesâ Wanda once again snapped her eyes up to you and hummed in satisfaction when you simmered down. Natasha ran her fingers around your nipples, every so often giving them a small pinch or rolling them between her pointer finger and thumb. Without warning, Wanda lined the tip of her strap to your entrance and your hips instinctively bucked into her. She gave a few slow circles on your clit with her thumb and soon enough, sheâd bottomed out inside you.
She gave you time to adjust, her shallow thrusts giving you a hint of pleasure but not enough to send you over the edge, She rolled her eyes though when you tried to match her pace and she wrapped both hands around your hips, pressing them down into the mattress. âHave some patience puppy girlâ she growled and Natasha set a hand on your throat, not applying pressure but grounding you. âListen to Mommy zayaâ she whispered and brought her free hand to her own pussy, gathering her slick bringing them to your lips just resting them there. A silent command which you happily obliged to.
âLook at you, this is all you needed hmm? A little edge, a little restriction, and a goddamn gagâ Wanda chuckled lowly and picked up her pace, grabbing the vibrator and pressing it to your clit. The moan you muffled around Natashaâs fingers must have done something to the two of them as they gave each other a look and soon enough, the vibrator was on the highest setting, Natashaâs hand now had a little pressure and Wanda was quite literally rutting into you.
Your tummy was tightening, your legs were tensing and your eyes screwed shut. âOur brat gonna cum? Our sweet little devil wants her reward?â Wanda mocked and slowed her thrusts, the vibrator lessening its setting and your eyes flew open, biting Natashaâs fingers gently to get them out of your mouth. She knew you didnât mean anything by it you just needed to communicate. âMommy! Mommy please please I promise- Iâll be good- please Mommyâ you struggled to convince her, Natashaâs hand letting go of your throat and untying your wrists. The minute your wrists were free you were wrangling for Wanda but Natasha brought your hands to her chest.
âNot tonightâ Wanda pulled the vibrator away completely but kept her strap in, your hips twitching in anticipation. âYou donât get to cum tonightâ she leaned down and whispered, giving a few more shallow thrusts, blatantly ignoring your whining and huffing. Natasha kissed your temple as you controlled your breathing from yet another ruined orgasm and Wanda kept thrusting lazily into you. After a few more agonising minutes of accepting your fate Wanda went to pull out for good but your hand shot out to her.
âStayâ you whimpered and attempted to pull her closer. You needed her. âColourâ she demanded softly and you whined not wanting to talk but instead of punishing you any further (Both avengers knew you were on the verge of being in that haze) Natasha tapped your cheek a few times. âTap it out baby girlâ she reminded you and your fingers wrapped around Wandaâs wrists, your pointer finger tapping the inside of her wrist once. The pair gave each other a once over and Wanda carefully flipped the two of you over so you were laying on top of her. Strap still buried deep inside you.
The new position making you groan and you sighed as you felt Wanda trail her fingers down your back lightly. âTasha go get cleaned up and bring us some waterâ Wanda murmured in the stillness of the room and she rolled her eyes when Natasha bent down to kiss the top of your head before leaving the room. âLearned your lesson yet zaya?â Wanda traced patterns down your spine and you resisted the urge to roll your hips into her.
âYou were extra mean todayâ you whined into the crook of her neck and let out a small squeak as she moved your hips further down onto her strap for a brief second. âYou were extra mouthy detkaâ she raised an eyebrow as your lips met the base of her neck, sucking gently in retaliation. âI wouldnât start a fight you canât win sweetheart, Mommyâs still not over your little quipsâ she smoothed down your baby hairs and you felt your whole body relax.
It was nice, it was peaceful, it was safe. âI missed youâ you whispered out into the room, not minding how upset you sounded. You heard her sigh and felt a kiss to the top of your head. âI know dorogaya. Iâm sorry we were at the briefing for so longâ her voice was equally as sad and in this moment you knew you were both feeling the same. Wanda just knew how to mask it better. âI promise tomorrow Iâll be goodâ you smirked against her skin and jolted when she poked your side.
âYouâre always good for us my love. Alwaysâ she lifted your chin away from the safe place in her neck and kissed you deeply. It wasnât rushed, it wasnât heated it was just real. âIf you can handle strap warming me all night without cumming Iâll wake you up tomorrow with you seeing starsâ she promised and you bit your lip knowing itâs a promise sheâll keep. âJust donât tease me all night and Iâll accept the challengeâ you giggled as she hummed amusedly. âWeâll seeâ
The next morning, true to her word, Wanda had you moaning her name and gripping the sheets just minutes before you opened your eyes. Maybe just maybe, youâd learn that patience is key and leads to much more fun orgasms. Especially when they both decide to spoil their brat for being their good little toy.
Summary: You trust your girlfriends. You love them. But self-doubt is a cruel thing, and tonight, itâs louder than their gentle reassurances. Lucky for you, Agatha and Rio have never been the kind to let doubts linger for long.
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You think youâre not hot enough for Agatha and Rio. Agatha and Rio think thatâs the dumbest thing theyâve ever heard. So, naturally, they spend the night proving you wrongâwith their hands, their mouths, and an ungodly amount of praise.
Warnings: non-detailed smut, Rio tops, you bottom, and Agatha holds you, threesome, implied fingering and oral sex/cunnilingus, body insecurity (non-specific), fluff, comfort
Words: 2.1k
A/N: Chucks this at you all and runs away Requested fic :P
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The candlelight flickered lazily, casting golden ripples across the room as you sat between themâAgatha at your back, Rio lounging in front of you, legs draped over yours in a lazy, comfortable sprawl. The weight of their presence was grounding, but tonight, your mind was loud, filling your chest with a dull, aching self-consciousness that you couldn't quite shake.
You had been quiet all evening, lost in your own thoughts, tugging at the fabric of your shirt, shifting under their eyes whenever they lingered too long. It wasn't that you didn't trust themâyou did, deeply. But trust didn't silence the nagging voice in your head, the one that whispered cruel things about your body, about why they would ever want you when they were both so⌠so them.
Agatha, with her wicked, knowing smirk and voice like velvet-dipped honey, her hands always teasing but never unkind. And Rio, all sharp smiles and quiet intensity, the kind of woman who could make the air shift when she walked into a room.
And then there was you.
"You're thinking too much again, sweetheart," Agatha spoke against your temple before kissing there, her voice low and knowing. Then she nuzzled into your hair with a content sigh, as if just having you this close was enough to bring her peace. "You always do this," she murmured playfully, her fingers tracing slow, absentminded circles on your hip. "Getting lost in that pretty little head of yours instead of letting us love you."
Rio hummed, her fingers toying with yours before slipping them between her own, squeezing gently. "Maybe we should keep you right here, between us, forever," she teased, voice light but full of something deeper.
Agathaâs arms wrapped around your waist, her fingers playing idly with the hem of your shirt, but she didnât push. She never did. "Whatâs going on up there, hmm?"
You hesitated, eyes flicking to Rio, who was watching you with that soft, lidded gaze of hers, thumb brushing over your knuckles. The way they looked at youâit was never cruel, nor mocking. Only ever full of warmth. But still, you felt yourself shrink at their attention.
"I justâŚ" You exhaled, shoulders curling inward. "I donât get it."
"Donât get what, cariĂąo?" Rioâs voice was smooth.
"Why youâŚwhy you want me," you admitted, barely above a whisper. "You both look like that and Iâm just me. You could have anyone you want and yet itâs me whoâs sat here. I donâtâ" Your throat tightened. "I just donât see what you see."
For a moment, there was only quiet. Then, warmthâAgatha's lips pressing against the shell of your ear, Rioâs shifting closer, her fingers sliding up to cradle your jaw, tilting your face toward hers.
"You really think weâd let just anyone have us?" Agatha hummed, her voice curling around you like silk. "Mmm, no, sweetheart. Weâre very particular," she continued, tilting her head so her nose brushed against your jaw. "And you? Youâre our favourite. Our best girl."
Rio chuckled, brushing a thumb across your cheek. "Our only girl."
You swallowed, your heart thudding as they looked at you like you were something precious, something worth worshipping.
Agathaâs hands, always so confident, slid lower, stroking your sides through the fabric. "You think we love you despite this?" she murmured, pressing a kiss to your jaw, then your shoulder. "No, no, darling. We love you because of this. Every inch of you."
Rio hummed in agreement, her lips finding your wrist, pressing slow, open-mouthed kisses there, her fingers mapping out every dip and curve. âEvery part of you,â she whispered against your pulse, âis ours to love.â
Agathaâs grip on you tightened slightly, and she pressed a slow, lingering kiss to the back of your neck. âAnd we do love you, sweetheart, so much."Â
The words sank into your skin like honey, and then your breath hitched as Agatha then tugged you back against her, her hands splaying over your stomach, her voice a decadent whisper against your ear.
"Weâll only go as far as you want," she promised, nipping lightly at your earlobe, sending shivers through you. She smirked against your skin. "Oh? Sensitive there, are we?"
You barely had time to react before she lightly dug her fingers into your side, making you jolt.
"Agatha!" you yelped, trying to squirm away.
Rio chuckled, clearly amused. "Oh, this is good information."
"No, no, noâ" you started, but it was too lateâRio added her own teasing touches, sending you into a fit of laughter as you weakly tried to escape.
"Mercy! Mercy!" you gasped between giggles.
Agatha finally relented, laughing as she kissed your temple. "Alright, alright. But now we know your weakness, sweetheart."
"I hate you both," you grumbled, but the warmth in your voice betrayed you.
Agatha chuckled, pressing a kiss to the side of your head as your laughter faded into breathless little huffs. "See? Thatâs the sound we love."
Rio grinned devilishly, but her teasing expression softened as she cupped your cheek, brushing her thumb along your skin. "You look so beautiful when youâre happy." Her voice was quieter now, more certain.
Your breath hitched at the sincerity in her gaze, the way her touch lingeredâgentle and reverent. The warmth in your chest spread, curling around the last of your doubts.
And then slowly, so slowly, Rioâs lips trailed down your arm, her dark eyes full of something deep and consuming. "Let us love you the way you deserve," she breathed, her fingers slipping under the bottom of your shirt.
You shivered, exhaling shakily, a slow warmth blooming in your chest. You werenât sure you would ever see what they did. But you could feel it. In the way they touched you, in the way they looked at you, and in the way they spoke to youâall like you were something to be cherished.
The air between you was thick with warmth, charged with something more than desireâsomething softer, something that made your breath catch and your chest ache. Agathaâs hands never left you, slow and deliberate as they traced over the fabric of your shirt, each pass of her fingers like a silent promise: You are safe. You are adored.
Rioâs lips had found the curve of your shoulder, her breath featherlight as she whispered against your skin. "Let us take care of you, cariĂąo." The heat of her palm pressing against your bare stomach. "Let us show you how beautiful you are."
Your instincts told you to shy away, to cover yourself, to hideâbut their touch, their words, they anchored you. You swallowed hard, your fingers trembling as Agatha gently pulled you to lie back all the way against her, her warmth seeping into you.
"Iâ" Your voice was barely a whisper, uncertainty still curling in your chest like a stubborn vine.
"Shhh, sweetheart." Agatha pressed a kiss behind your ear, her voice like silk and smoke. "You donât have to do anything. Just let us worship you."
Her fingers slid down, slow, teasing, coaxing. Rio's lips followed, kissing a path from your shoulder to your collarbone, pausing only to glance up at you, checking, always checking.
"You still with us?" she asked, her voice smooth as honey.
You nodded, breathless.
Rio smiled, a slow, knowing thing, before dipping her head lower, her mouth ghosting over the sensitive skin just above your sternum. A whimper slipped from your lips before you could catch it, and Agatha chuckled softly behind you.
"Thatâs our beautiful girl," she murmured, her hands spreading over your stomach, her fingers kneading into the flesh there, not shying away from any part of you. She wanted you to feel her touch, to know that every part of you deserved reverence. "So, so gorgeous."
You wanted to argue, to protest, to list every reason why that couldnât be trueâbut how could you, when they were both here, touching you like you were something sacred?
Agathaâs lips found the pulse at your neck, her tongue flicking over sensitive skin until you gasped. At the same time, Rioâs hands found your thighs, feeling the skin there with slow, purposeful strokes. "Weâll only go as far as you want," she reminded you, her voice softer now, her dark eyes searching yours.
"Promise?" you whispered.
"Cross my heart," Rio murmured, her fingers brushing the hem of your shirt but not lifting it yet. "But I do want to see you. Let me?"
You hesitated for a second, but Agathaâs arms tightened around you, her lips pressing a slow, deliberate kiss to the top of your shoulder. "No rush, sweetheart," she soothed. "We could stay like this all night if thatâs what you want."
The warmth in their voices, the sheer patience in their touch, melted something inside you. Slowly, you nodded.
Rio smiled, but she didnât rush. Instead, she guided your hands to the fabric of your own shirt, letting you lift it at your own pace. Her fingers barely skimmed your skin, just offering warmth, not pressure.
The fabric fell away, and for a heartbeat, you felt exposed. Vulnerable. The old insecurities rose, clawing at your ribsâuntil Agathaâs hands smoothed over your sides, and Rio leaned back to admire you, her gaze molten, full of something so adoring it nearly broke you.
"Look at you," she breathed, her fingertips tracing over the swell of your breasts, not gropingâjust feeling, as if memorising you. "So damn perfect."
"Divine," Agatha agreed, her teeth grazing your earlobe. "And ours."
The last word sent a delicious shiver down your spine, pooling low in your stomach, replacing doubt with something newâneed.
"Itâs okay, sweetheart," Agatha purred, her fingers tracing lower, teasing over the waistband of your shorts. "Weâll take care of you."
And oh, did they.
Their hands and mouths moved in tandemâAgathaâs grip firm and knowing as she held you against her, whispering praises into your ear, Rioâs lips and fingers working their own brand of magic, drawing out every shiver, every gasp, every plea.
You felt it, that slow, curling build of pleasure overtaking you, drowning out everything elseâevery insecurity, every self-doubt. There was only thisâonly them, only the way they made you feel like you were something precious, something worthy of adoration.
It wasnât just pleasure; it was reverence. It was love.
And when you finally tipped over the edge into your orgasm, Rioâs name tangled with Agathaâs on your lips, their hands holding you steady as you trembled, gasping, falling apart beneath their touch.
They didnât let you go, not for a second.
Agatha held you through it, muttering soft praises into your hair, while Rio kissed every inch of bare skin she could reach, tracing idle patterns over your thighs, grounding you.
"You still with us, darling?" Agatha susurrated, tilting your face toward hers.
You nodded weakly, still floating, your body warm and boneless. "YeahâŚ"
Rio chuckled, brushing your hair back with surprising tenderness. "Thatâs our girl."
They eased you back into bed, draping a blanket over your cooling skin. Agatha pressed a lingering kiss to your forehead while Rio curled up beside you, a protective arm wrapping around your waist.
"Still think we donât want you?" Agatha asked, voice teasing but gentle.
She shook her head, as if scandalised. "You know what? From now on, Iâm making it my personal mission to tell you every single ridiculous thing I love about you, every day."
Rio chuckled. "Here we go."
"First of all," Agatha continued dramatically, gesturing like she was making an important speech, "your smile? It could start wars. Your laugh? Cures diseases. The way you cuddle into me when you're sleepy? Unfairly adorable. Yourâ"
"Agatha," you groaned, covering your face, your cheeks burning.
"No, no, Iâm on a roll here!" she insisted, prying your hands away with a smirk. "Your eyes? Literal galaxies. Yourâ"
Rio smirked, interrupting. "Oh, now youâve done it. Sheâs going to monologue for hours."
"Okay, okay," you sighed, your body sinking into the comfort of their embrace. "Maybe I believe you a little more nowâŚ"
Rio chuckled, shifting to press a kiss to your temple. "Good. Because weâre going to spend every day proving it to you."
Agatha hummed, tucking the blankets more securely around you before trailing her fingers lazily over your ribs, up and down in soft, absentminded patterns. "And tomorrow morning?" she added. "Iâm making breakfast. Heart-shaped pancakes, just to be extra obnoxious about how much we love you."
"Youâre impossible," you grumbled, smiling despite yourself.
"You love it," Agatha countered, grinning against your shoulder.
And as Rio pressed one last, lingering kiss to your knuckles, fingers tangled with yours, you finally let it happen; you let yourself feel loved.
Entirely and completely loved.
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Currently this is a tumblr special because I can't be asked to post to AO3 rn, so enjoy it :D
also I had NO clue what to use as the image for this I was like "uhhhhhhhhh how to convey this but I need kathryn/aubrey to feature maybe" so we ended up with that gif
Summary: joining in on Agatha and Rio's special brand of foreplay is just like flipping a coin
Tags:  breeding kink, dubcon, strap referred to as cock, biting, light scratching, manhandling, slight boot humping, light degradation, implied pain kink, oral, overstimulation, Sir Rio, Mistress Agatha, switch Rio, mommy Agatha, toy Reader, pet names - good girl, dirty girl, pet
She/her pronouns used to refer to R (sorry itâs not the usual they/them I was leaning diff when writing)
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Authors note: fr wish the world would stop kicking me in my nonexistent balls but at least this one shot is finally here! Ignore the placeholder name that stuck ahshdjdjd I lowkey like it now. Also, this is the witches road Rio, not soft baby or crashing out Rio.
Note: Agatha much prefers having the most power at any moment than winning. Rioâs referring to one specific event to get under Agathaâs skin đ
You trail in curiously after Rio. She stalked to Agathaâs office with the clear intention to bother her. Something that will either end really well or really badly for you.
Rio has Agathaâs attention instantly but she decides to play it oblivious. Like the tension in the room isnât rising by the second. Rio prowls around the walls of the room, pretending to look at the artefacts scattered about the shelves. You linger by the door, just in case this turns into a genuine fight and not the foreplay youâre expecting.
Rio knocks an intricateâŚstatue thing off the shelf. You have no idea what is it but it shatters when it hits the ground. You wish you knew. Its importance would tell you which end on the fight-foreplay spectrum theyâre currently dancing in.
âIs there something you needed?â Agatha asks, sounding very unimpressed.
âYou couldnât tell?â
âNo. I assumed Death, a cosmic entity, would be capable of using her words when she wants something.â
âI much prefer using my tongue.â
âThat is what you use to make words, dear,â she says before she concedes, âIn this form, anyway.â
Rio flashes her skull face and you swallow. Itâs been a while since youâve played in that form and the tease has you clenching your thighs together.
âIs there a reason why youâve come to bother me?â Agatha asks.
âIâm not allowed to spend time with my dearest love?â Rio finally prowls towards Agathaâs desk.
âDonât be rude,â Agatha tsks and flicks her fingers at you.
Rio turns slowly to look at you. You stay very still. She crooks a finger and you cautiously approach her. If she didnât want you in the room you wouldnât be.
She gently cups your face in her hands and itâs more nerve wracking than comforting. She studies your expression as she scans your face.
âDid I hurt your feelings?â
Itâs not said with the mocking sympathy that would come from Agatha in this situation. Your eyes flicker towards her but Rio is too close for you to see past her.
âNo,â you say simply.
She gives you another considering look. You wonder how much your emotions differ from Agatha and if Rio finds it hard to understand your own. You reach up to cradle her wrist but you barely move before you find yourself on Agathaâs desk. It happens so fast you donât have time to catch yourself. Rioâs claws land between your shoulder blades and slams you down. It doesnât hurt as much as it should, although the shock of the impact still flows through you.
âPlay nice,â Agatha admonishes like she has a leg to stand on when it comes to that.Â
âDid I hurt you?â Rio asks curiously.
Youâre still too stunned to respond.
âProbably,â Agatha answers for you. âIâm sure thereâs some lovely bruises forming.â
Rioâs hands lightly run down your sides and you know sheâs picturing the marks sheâs creating. Purple flares and she doesnât have to imagine. The polished wood of Agathaâs desk is cool against your skin and start in surprise.
You look up at Agatha to see her dark eyes already on you. Itâs too early for you to be pleading but you know your face is already giving you away.
âRio, why donât we try what we talked about earlier,â Agatha says, lounging back in her chair.
Rioâs nails dig into your skin. You donât know what sheâs talking about but you know exactly what expression Rio has on her face. A wolf standing at attention, about to snap its teeth.
âSince you want to so badly,â Agatha says in a way you know in digs at Rio.
A moment you see often in the middle of their games.
âAre you sure, Agatha?â Rio asks.
The rest of your clothes disappear.
âCa- â your mouth clicks shut without your permission.
Itâll be more of a toy night than a participant night it seems.Â
Something hard nudges your entrance and you shiver. Itâs all the warning you get before Rio sheathes herself inside of you in one go. You gasp and relish the way Agathaâs eyes snap down to you. She licks her lips and your eyelids droop as Rio does it again.Â
âWe both know how much you like to be first,â Rio continues to goad as she slowly pulls out before thrusting all the way back in.
You donât know what theyâre talking about, you rarely do in these moments, and Rio scratching her nails down your back distracts you from that vague curiosity. The fresh sting has you arching. It doesnât draw Agathaâs eye this time. Sheâs too deep into her game with Rio to give in. Knowing this doesnât stop a little part of you pouting.
You squirm on Rioâs cock instead of listening to their next set of jibes. They only make sense to you when one of them knows it will get to the other. As hot as their foreplay is, it can take so long. Too focused on your throbbing cunt, you donât think about the consequences as you whine and kick out.Â
Their attention instantly snaps to you and you freeze. The feeling of being a rabbit caught in a wolf den creeps up on you. Agathaâs face turns into a fake pout that has you shivering.Â
âIs someone feeling left out?â she asks and you hurriedly shake your head but itâs too late.Â
Rioâs threads her fingers through your hair, grips firmly and forces your head down. You whimper. Itâs impossible to survive the two of them.
âWe donât want that,â Rio says with a grin you can hear.
Agatha is about to give her exactly what she wants. No consequences. All because you couldnât wait a little longer. You canât even try to apologise. Agatha will only act oblivious.
âI just want to know what youâre talking about,â you try.
Sometimes playing their game works in your favour, even if you always lose. This time, it only seems to amuse Agatha more.
âPoor thing doesnât even know what they risk every time you fuck her,â Agatha says to Rio.Â
She drinks in your confused expression.
âItâs not surprising,â Rio says as she plays with the fresh scratches down your back. âHer confused little face is what drew you to her in the first place.â
Agathaâs head tilts slightly as she gives you a considering look.
âRio is a cosmic entity, dear,â she reminds you like you arenât well aware of that whenever Rioâs doesâŚanything, but especially when sheâs inside of you. âAnd we are witches. We arenât restricted by the usual limitations when it comes to death. Or life,â she quirks her brow.
You suddenly become very aware of how vulnerable you are.
âYou mean she canâŚ?â
Agathaâs smirk answers the question for you.Â
Hot breath skates along the back of your neck before Rio growls lowly. Instinct has you freezing again. She noses at the delicate skin of your neck. You arenât naive enough to think itâs a comforting motion.
âYes,â Agatha says simply.
âI -â is all you get out before Rioâs sharp teeth sink into your shoulder. The ache is a familiar pain, one you know will soon turn to pleasure, yet you still instinctively cry out, bucking.Â
Rio has too tight of a hold. Sheâs going to- is all you can think before her cock is sinking back inside of you. She doesnât do the teasing pace of before and her cock stretches you open with every thrust.
âPlease,â you gasp, âI donât want- â
âYes, you do,â Agatha says with all the confidence in the world. âItâs easy to see into your head, hon. You want to be owned. Completely. Something weâre well equipped to do.â
All you can manage is a pathetic whine. Sheâs never said it so plainly before. Rio is groaning against your back in a way that tells you sheâs close. It only makes you clench tighter. Her claws dig into your skin as she holds you still, controlling every movement as she fills you over and over again. You canât look away from Agatha. The only thing that gives away how much this is effecting her is her slightly heavier breathing. She has that self-satisfied smirk that drives you crazy.Â
âTake it like a good pet,â Agatha says and Rio stills inside of you.
You swear you feel something warm flood you as she groans above you. Her teeth find a new spot to dig into. Heat floods through you and itâs all you can do to hold onto the desk as you come. Your eyes shut as you arch but you can still feel Agathaâs gaze searing into you. Your orgasm ends in a whimper. Rio doesnât release her teeth until you go limp. With a satisfied growl she lets go of you.
âFeel better?â Agatha asks, now lounging back casually as she watches Rio.
âNot yet,â Rio says as her hands travel down to grope your ass. Sheâs still inside of you.
âDonât be greedy,âAgatha says.
âIâm not. Thereâs no saying whether itâs taken yet.â
âDeath itself canât guarantee it on the first go?â Agathaâs voice is almost mocking.
âNot when she wants another round,â Rio says in a voice that tells you sheâs wearing a sharp grin.Â
You grind back against her, wanting nothing more than to feel like that again. Nothing more except with the taste of Agatha in your mouth too. Agatha clicks her tongue.
âIf you canât get it right the first time then itâs my turn,â she says.
âOh? Didnât you say this is something only Death can do?â
âI am a witch, dear,â Agatha says.
As hot as you find this, you wish theyâd stop in favour of getting back to the fucking you part.Â
âYouâll have to take her,â Rio says.
Agatha raises an eyebrow.
âGive her to me and Iâll suck you off,â Agatha says.
You can feel the way Rio twitches. Agatha is offering something that is usually hard won, yet Rio sees saying yes as a kind of losing.
âSir -â
Agatha grips your shoulder and digs her thumb into one of your fresh bite marks before you can continue. Your words turn into a strangled whimper. You donât risk begging to her instead.Â
The pressure lessens when you stay quiet but Agatha doesnât pull away. That combined with the sting of Rioâs claws has you unconsciously grinding back on Rio. Itâs probably lessening your chance of Agatha fucking you full, but youâre full now and thatâs all you can concentrate on.
Rio grinds her hips forward and Agathaâs hand snaps out to grip her chin. Rio stills and you canât help the whine that escapes you. They both ignore you.
âFuck her again and I wonât touch you for a week,â Agatha warns in a low voice.
You swear you hear Rio swallow. Her claws retreating tell you sheâs given in. A second later the world tilts and you find yourself on your knees in front of Agatha. You stare up at her with wide eyes. Her pupils are blown and her hair is that slightly messy it always gets when sheâs worked up. The wonders of magic. You want to run your hands through it.
Youâre distracted from the thought by something dripping down your thigh and you pray Agatha canât see it from this angle. Her boot lifting to nudge your thigh tells you otherwise.
âDirty girl,â she murmurs before tilting her boot higher.
You twitch when it touches your sensitive core but donât dare move otherwise. You want her to touch you, or to touch her. If sheâs in an ultimatum kind of mood than complete obedience is the only way to get what you want. Her smile stretches wider and she presses harder. Pleasure sings up your spine. Youâre trembling but you manage to resist the urge to grind down. Remembering her reaction when you tried to use words earlier, you beg with your eyes instead.
âGood girl,â she says and you shiver. She sits back down and spreads her legs. âEat me out and Iâll think about rewarding you.â
Youâre crawling forward before her pants are off. You run your hands up her thighs a second before they disappear. She allows the contact and you follow the trail with you nose, taking a deep breath when you hit her soaked folds. Surprisingly, she doesnât move a hand to your hair like usual. You take the opportunity to suck a dark mark into her thigh, hoping Rioâs reaction to it will lean more towards fucking you than the punishing she is prone to. Not wanting to risk either of them pulling you away from your prize, you find Agathaâs clit with your tongue the second youâre done. You lick firm circles around it and she groans.
âI thought I was the one getting head,â Rio says, closer now.
âDonât pout, sweetheart, it doesnât suit you,â Agatha says.
âThat isnât what you said the last time I was on my knees,â Rio says.
Your pace stutters and Agatha laughs lowly. She threads her hand through your hair when youâre too overwhelmed by the image to remember to continue. You donât need more than a slight push forward before you swiping your tongue over her clit again.Â
âWhy donât you get on your knees now? I might change my mind again,â Agatha says.
You barely resist the urge to turn around. Agatha and Rio have the most fun in a power struggle so youâve seen them in all kinds of roles and positions. Youâve even seen them kneel for each other. But it have Rio kneel beside you is something youâve never experienced. You arenât apart of the power struggle, although youâre usually used within it. Youâre always firmly below at least one of them. Nether have subbed beside you. You clench your thighs together and try to distract yourself by moving lower. Dipping your tongue teasingly into Agatha, you wait for her tight grip to guide you further. She instantly pushes you closer and you eagerly comply.
Itâs enough to distract you that you donât notice the warmth of another body until itâs brushing against you. You freeze but Agathaâs nails dig in warningly. You move your focus back to her clit to try and disguise your distraction. For the very first time you donât want to spend the next six hours eating Agatha out and you debate using your fingers without explicit permission.
You canât see Rio but you can feel her slowly lean against you, which means sheâs also leaning against Agathaâs leg. It takes you a moment to realise sheâs resting her head against Agathaâs thigh. You imagine the look of Rioâs face as she looks up at Agatha, one youâve only seen once before. Soft, open, submissive. Agathaâs other hand moves to gently stroke her hair. You fight every reaction you have, terrified of breaking the moment and losing this experience before it truly begins.Â
Agatha makes a deeply satisfied noise. You immediately move down and curl your tongue inside of her. She squeezes around your tongue as she comes, moaning in unison with you. You donât stop until Agatha tugs you away. She lets go before you can rest against her and you only get a moment of confusion before a new hand takes her place. Rio pulls you back further before turning your face towards her.
Instead of kissing you like youâre eagerly expecting, she licks over your lips. Agatha has soaked your face and Rio diligently cleans you up. Her breath is hot. The feeling of her tongue on you, of her kneeling against you, has you shaking. Youâre too overwhelmed to do anything more than kneel there.
Rio doesnât grace you with a kiss when she pulls away. Youâre too dazed to miss it. It takes you a long moment to open your eyes again.Â
Rioâs hand slides down to the back of your neck, thumb gently stroking the skin there, but she doesnât take her eyes away from Agatha.Â
âIâll reward you later. I have a pet to breed,â Agatha says to her.
Rio doesnât react, not even a twitch. Hands pull you up into Agathaâs lap. Youâre straddling her for barely a moment before something hard nudges you. Looking down youâre shocked to see a green strap-on instead of a purple one. You want to see Rioâs reaction but Agathaâs grip is iron.
You hold your breath as Agatha guides her cock to your entrance. She doesnât need to push you onto it, you sink down eagerly. Youâre surprised again as she allows you to set your own pace. Her hands on your hips steadying you instead of controlling. Moving your eyes from the flashes of green to her deep blue ones, youâre unsurprised to find them studying you.Â
âMommyâs going to come in you,â she says and a shiver runs down your back.
Her fingers dig into your skin and you wish she was moving you like she usually does. Your steady pace turns shaky and uneven. Too desperate to come to be able to get yourself there.
âPlease,â whine you. Agathaâs eyes drop to your lips and you say it again, âPlease, mistress.â
Agatha growls and pulls you up. Your heart drops, thinking sheâs pulling you off, until she slams you back down again. You moan and grasp desperately at her shoulders. Her eyes donât leave yours as she makes you ride her.Â
Youâre trembling and desperate. The heat that had been slowly building again flares through you. You hold on as long as you can, not wanting it to end. Victory shines in Agathaâs eyes when you finally snap and that warmth floods you again.
Agatha runs a soothing hand up and down your back as you come down, curled into her shoulder. It takes until you have most of the feeling back in your body to realise Rio has been quiet for too long. You lean back from Agatha, trying not to get distracted with her still inside of you. Her amused smirk doesnât reassure you. Claws curl around your hips and you freeze mid-turn. Rio moulds herself against your back. She slides her cheek against your own. A slight pressure has you staring back at Agatha, Rioâs sharp grin against your cheek. Those claws lift you half-way up Agathaâs cock.
âWait,â you gasp and uselessly pull at them as they start to push you back down.
âNo,â Rio growls and you stop, listening to your survival instincts. âIf youâre so desperate to come to Agatha wearing one of my straps, then youâre going to do it again.â
You whimper. Your cunt is sensitive after two hard orgasms and you know you wonât survive another. Not functioning. You pretend the idea doesnât make you drip.Â
Agatha doesnât do anything to save you. She leans back in her chair and settles her hands low on your thighs, prepared to enjoy the show.Â
Rio bounces you on her strap without mercy and youâre struggling not to come within moments. Their scents surround you, Agathaâs eyes devour you and Rioâs claws make themselves known every time she moves you.Â
Rio murmurs something under her breath and Agatha jerks suddenly. You have no control to stop and see whatâs wrong. Her eyes slam shut, grip turns tight and her mouth drops open into an expression youâre familiar with.
Rioâs made it so Agatha can feel whatâs happening to the strap-on. The realisation pushes you even higher. Youâre too far gone to truly help with Rioâs movements but you give yourself completely to them as you watch Agathaâs face. Her head slowly tilts back. The desperate urge to kiss her surges and you lean in.
Rio grips the back of your hair and holds you still. You whimper.
âDonât ruin my fun.â
Agathaâs eyes languidly open. âI donât remember telling you to stop,â she says.
âSomeone was trying to take more than sheâs been given,â Rio purrs.
You shake your head but itâs useless.
âEating your mistress out and being used as a fleshlight isnât enough?â You donât get a chance to respond. Purple swirls around your wrists and forces them behind your back. Her sharp nails dig in when she grips your chin. âTake it like a good girl before I leave you tied up for a week.â You try to nod but her grip is too tight. âSay yes mistress.â
âYes, mistress.â
Agatha pushes your chin away and Rio starts fucking you on her strap again. Itâs all too much and youâre falling apart within minutes, clinging desperately to her as pleasure consumes you.
Rio forces your hips up again and you canât even make a noise of protest. Your bones are jelly. Your everything is jelly.
Agatha clicks her tongue. âStop before you break her.â
Rio rolls her eyes and lets you go. You slump into Agathaâs hold. âBut sheâs so fun when sheâs been fucked stupid.â
âI have plans for tomorrow,â Agatha says. Thereâs no room left in you for curiosity. âAnd Iâd rather you focus on your own reward.â
Rioâs eyes snap to Agathaâs. Agatha lifts you and gets up before placing you back on her chair. You reach for her, confused in your slowness. She grasps your chin.
âWatch,â she commands.
You nod once the word makes it through your slow thoughts. The command giving a bit more life to them. They speed up more as you watch Agatha slowly kneel down in front of Rio. Swallowing roughly, you grip the chair tight. Wondering if youâre dreaming.This is a sight you rarely see. Rio has won dominance before and even allowed you to watch on rare occasions but this feels different.
Agatha wraps her hand around the base of Rioâs cock and begins to slowly stroke it. Rio looks almost frozen, riveted by the sight. Agatha slowly licking her from base to tip doesnât help.
She wraps her lips around Rioâs head. They donât break eye contact.
Rio groans when Agatha takes her deeper. Agatha hollows her cheeks and Rioâs hips jerk. Her hand lands in Agathaâs hair but doesnât push.
She doesnât last as long as youâre expecting. She was more worked up than she was letting on and the sight of her coming with a loud groan has you grinding against the chair despite your sensitive cunt.
âGood boy,â Agatha husks when she pulls away and Rioâs whole body shudders. Agatha gets up and sits on her desk. âNow fuck me like you mean it and maybe Iâll give you another go with our pet over there.â
This is an 18+ AU, and while all parts don't contain explicit content, there will always be persistent mature themes. Minors DNI
This series is COMPLETED
summary: Bartending was a job that came to you easily, something you knew you were good at. But when your bosses need your skills for their own events, something entirely new gets added to your job description.
pairing: Mafia AU// Mob Bosses!WandaNat x Bartender!Reader
There's no real stakes to the main parts, they're more a string of connected one-shots leading to what all three of them are dancing around and then various moments after.
So anyway.. bratty girlfriend era!private hire Wanda whoâs on a break from Natasha and hears thereâs a holiday gala in the city where the theme is âfestive.â
And she knows for a fact Natasha will be there because she somehow Always knows where Wandaâs going to be.. but she doesnât know Wanda decided to dress like This and bring a date just to piss Nat off, yes, and yes Natasha Does literally drag Wanda away to âhave wordsâ with her
âDoes Nat make a point to let Wandaâs date know sheâs actively fingering Wanda under the table while speeches are going on? Of course she does, sheâs an insanely jealous and possessive woman.
summary: with Agatha away planning a trick, Rio decides to have a little treat
tags: mentions of slapping, marking, biting, possible dub-con at the start regarding Rio as she uses magic, fingering (r & Rio receiving), praise kink, cunnilingus (Agatha receiving), bondage, bunny pet nameÂ
authors note: when youâre only intending to write a quick one shot but the lesbians wonât stop playing tug-a-warÂ
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You hum quietly along to the old radio as you continue stitching. Agatha has yet to explain her need for a blanket covered in such a wide variety of runes but as her familiar you are happy to help anyway.Â
Youâre currently in a slump hobbies-wise and needed something to distract you while your mistress is away.
Itâs Halloween Eve, which means sheâs currently tormenting her victims into a corner so she can begin her real trick at the witching hour.
A fond smile graces your lips as you move onto the next rune. Agatha may complain about what the modern world has done to Samhain but that doesnât stop her from enjoying herself immensely. You can already feel her anticipation through the bond and canât wait to bask in her wicked glee when she watches her prey realise the trap theyâve fallen for.
Being able to fully bathe in the feeling is one of the reasons you donât join her. The other is how long she likes to celebrate her victory when she comes home to a ready and wet pet.
The back door slams shut and you jump, needle piercing your finger. Blood oozes from the wound and you frown as the rune itâs resting against greedily drinks it up.
You pull your finger away with a quiet tut and poke the unrepentant rune with the sharp point of your needle. Instead of releasing the blood, it sucks up the drop still clinging to the metal.Â
You sigh. Thatâs going to make the empowering stage much more annoying. Balancing is already hard enough when every rune starts at the same level.Â
Another door slams, this one closer, and you frown. The back door could have just been the wind but you canât even tell which door that last one was. The cabin isnât exactly big.Â
You pierce the current rune youâre working on so it doesnât get any ideas and slowly lower the blanket. You can still clearly feel Agatha through the bond. She isnât hiding from you and is still a fair distance away which means this isnât her playing a game.
Rapid footsteps have you shooting to your feet with your hands raised. You may not have the powers of a full-fledged witch but you are the familiar of the most powerful witch alive and this is your home.
The footsteps stop at the door to the living room and then start to go around. Through the wall. They continue to circle the room as you try to think. Some sort of ghost, probably, but you canât feel anything. Your mistress is a spirit witch, you have more of an affinity with it than most. You cast your magic and when that doesnât show anything you begin muttering spells under your breath. Also nothing. Does that mean it isnât a spirit? The footsteps reach the front porch and you decide it doesnât matter. You bolt for the back door, where the sounds had originally started. You make it through one room before she appears in front of you. Dark hair, purple eyes, green jacket.
You freeze. Your Mistressâ magic sings at the sight of her but the animal part of your brain screams run. You donât get the chance to take a single step. She has you trapped between her a second after you see her.
Youâve been Agathaâs familiar for long enough to know Lady Death. But only ever in spirit. A vague awareness that sheâs there. Agatha is the one she talks to. For her to not only show herself but be in her physical form? For her to touch you? Your heart is going to beat out of your chest.
âBunny, itâs so good to see you again!â she says with a big smile. âIs your mistress not home?â
You rapidly shake your head. Your panicked breaths reinforcing how tightly sheâs pressed against you.
âAw, what a shame,â she says, looking delighted. âI really was hoping to see her.âÂ
Her hands climbs up your sides and you desperately try to wriggle free. You can barely move at all.Â
âFeeling shy?â she asks innocently.Â
Youâre too panicked to respond. You can feel Agatha worriedly looking down the bond but you donât know how to respond. The clear intention behind Rioâs touch is breaking some very big rules, but thatâs what a large part of her and Agathaâs relationship seems to be about. You manage to send a jumbled weird-fine-what do? down the bond which doesnât do anything to ease Agatha.
âNo need to call her,â she says and nudges your chin up. âI can take care of you.â
Her nose runs down your neck. You tense as you feel her get close to the familiar mark. Agathaâs mark. Anyone other than her touching or interfering with it results in quite a lot of pain for both parties. She pauses just above it and her hot breath has you squirming again. Something warm and wet touches just below it and you freeze.
Rioâs gives your familiar mark a long, slow lick. What should burn sends waves of pleasure through you instead. Your eyes roll back as you moan and buck into her.
Only Agatha should be able to get such a response from your mark. The fact that Rio can means-means something thatâs too hard to work out with her sharp teeth scraping over it.
You whimper and instinctively bare your neck further. Her laugh is low and her breath hot against your skin.
The bond flares as Agathaâs presence fills your mind. No doubt looking through your eyes for who dared touch her pet. You force them open and on to Rio, who is still sporting the same grin. The teasing look in her eyes isnât for you. They never leave yours as she gently brushes her lips against yours. Agatha, consciously or not, urges you forward and you lean into it willingly.
Rio pulls back with a victorious smile. You have to shut your eyes. Agatha isnât pleased at being so easily played and between that, her own lust and yours itâs too much.Â
Agatha breaks the connection to your sight with a snap. Sheâs still close but her emotions arenât being directly shoved on top of your own anymore.
Rio nudges your head back up to bare your neck. You can feel her anticipation rolling off of her in waves. She practically vibrates with it. You whimper when you realise sheâs going right back to your mark. She teases around it, working you up until she finally laves that last bit of attention on it and youâre limp and pliant in her arms. She eagerly begins sinking her teeth into the skin around Agathaâs mark. You donât know enough about Rio and Agathaâs relationship to know which end it will send Agatha over, pure possessive rage or insatiable lust, but you can already feel the explosion growing with every step closer she gets.
Rioâs nails trail up the delicate skin of your inner thigh and you try to close your legs with a whine. You canât with her pressed against you.Â
One more swipe over your familiar mark has your legs opening for her. All thought of resistance gone as the ancient magic lulls you into an obedient, pleasure-filled haze. Rio slips her hand under the waistband of your pants.
âI can see why Agatha likes this so much,â Rio murmurs as her fingers delicately circle over the wet spot forming on your panties.Â
You can feel Agatha getting closer and closer. Her emotions invade the bond more and more. Indignation, anticipation, pure lust. It has your hips rolling against the light pressure Rio is giving you.
Rioâs fingers move to your clit and she has you mewling for her by the time Agatha slams open the door. You can feel the way her magic pulses, inside you and against your skin, and it has you moaning.
Agatha tears Rio away from you. You whine at the loss, something that would have earned you a slap if Agathaâs hands werenât full.
Agatha slams Rio against the apposing wall.
âWhat do you think youâre doing?â she growls. Her emotions are still wild and the fight between possessiveness and hunger has your knees weak.
âEnjoying Halloween,â Rio says innocently. âI thought I deserved a little treat and that you,â she leans her face closer to Agathaâs, âWould enjoy a little trick.â
âSheâs mine. Find your treat somewhere else.â
âLike under your skirt?â Rio smirks. You can feel the anger and desire grow within Agatha. âShe responded so well to me, didnât you bunny?âÂ
She peeks over Agathaâs shoulder and you nod without thinking. Itâs not entirely your fault. Touching the familiar mark in such a way is designed to flood you with the desire to please.
Agatha reaches through the bond and tugs you to your knees.
âBehave,â she snaps. The new position means you can squeeze your thighs together without falling. The tiny bit of pressure squeezing your sensitive clit has you grinding. âThat is not behaving.â
You canât stop yourself. Agatha enters your mind to find the source of your disobedience. All she finds is a lust-filled haze.
âAw, did Rio touch my mark? Is that what turned you into such a mindless bunny?â she says with mock sympathy as she advances on you.
You whimper up at her with pleading eyes. Itâs a mistake. Moving your head clearly shows your mark, and the way itâs covered in Rioâs own.
Anger flashing down the bond has you barring your neck to her and the dark desire that hides beneath it makes your mouth water.
âThatâs quite a sight, pet,â she says with a smile that stretches too wide. âItâs a miracle you arenât dead on the ground.â
Unable to think enough to respond you continue to stare up while panting. Not wanting a dumb doll just yet, Agatha eases some of the fog from your mind.
Thoughts are still form slow and it takes you a few moments to realise she wants a response.
âIt felt good,â you whimper like she doesnât already know.Â
âOh?â she reaches down and grips your chin. âAre your loyalties so easily swayed?â
Anger claws at you. Your devotion to Agatha is complete. The familiar bond only cemented it.
âYou know thatâs not how it works,â you snap. Agatha looks at you with mock shock at your outburst.
âThen how does another bring you such pleasure, bunny?â she asks. You swallow. Such a dangerous question when it comes in regard to Rio. But not answering will be much worse than telling the truth.
âMy feelings mirror my mistressesâ own,â you force out quietly. Thereâs more nuance than that to the bond, you donât become a copy of her, but itâs true enough for what happened.
Her eyes flash just like you knew they would.
âI think thatâs enough talking,â she moves her hand from your chin to your mark and presses down. Bliss bursts from the contact. It travels to your brain and down to your soaked cunt. Your eyes roll back. Your hips continuously move as you seek just a hint of pressure. Agatha kicks your thighs further apart to prevent you from getting any. âNaughty pet, telling secrets. Your mistress will have to teach you a lesson, wonât she?â
You whine, wanting to beg for mercy, but thereâs barely her name in your head let alone a full thought. Before Agatha can continue, Rio breaks free from Agathaâs hold. She swings Agatha against the opposite wall with her magic. Agatha collides with a dull thud that has you trying to get up automatically. Your limbs are still weak and your brain fuzzy. Itâs easy for Rio to push you back down.
âI sought out your pet for a bit of fun, Agatha. Not to be put in a corner,â she kneels in front of you and gently cups your face. Her thumbs smooth gentle circles over your cheek. You melt into it. âYour mistress is so mean, you poor thing. Trying to punish you for something thatâs her fault.â One hand slides to the back of your neck and into your hair, gently scratching. You make an agreeing noise to get her to continue.Â
Agathaâs indignation is clear through the bond but it feels so far away. So much attention on your mark has you floating and Rioâs soft touch isnât bringing you down.
âWhy donât you let me help, bunny?â she says as she gently guides you to lay down.Â
You make a noise of confusion. This feels like your mistress but not, and only your mistress can have you in such a way. You try and move her hands away but she shushes you. You try to close your legs but teasing fingers running up your inner thighs has them opening again.Â
It shouldnât feel so nice when your mistressâs presence is further away. You follow the bond and turn your head. Agathaâs pupils are blown and her breaths heavy. Her magic makes no appearance and she isnât using the bond to force some clarity into your mind to stop Rio.Â
âI promise to be nice,â Rio whispers as she slowly raises your shirt. Her cool touch feels so good on your overheated skin that you canât stop her. âLetâs continue where we left off.â
Her hand slips back into your pants to your wet panties and she begins circling your clit again. You mewl quietly, eyes finding your mistress again. Sheâs leaning forward in her restrains and her tongue darts out to wet her lips.
You whine when Rioâs fingers disappear. Your panties disappear along with them and the chill air makes you shiver. Her fingers find your clit again and your legs spread wider.
âThereâs a good bunny,â Rio says and the praise has you arching. âSuch a good familiar.â Your body shudders. The bond has only increased your reaction to praise, especially when related to your behaviour as a familiar. âI wonder,â Rio says curiously. Her spare hand finds your mark and she presses down hard enough to have you going limp. Her other hand doesnât stop. âYouâre such a good girl,â she says. The heat curling around your core immediately snaps and you cry out as it flashes through you. You twitch and press into her hands. Rio laughs. âIt really does make you so sensitive, huh Bunny?â her fingers circle your mark and you whimper pathetically.
âThatâs enough,â Agatha says, finally using her magic to break Rioâs own.
âIs it? I havenât finished enjoying my treat yet.â
âYou know better than to break my things.â
âI guess Iâll have to do my trick then,â Rio disappears but you can feel her as clearly as you do Agatha. Itâs strange to be connected to another in a way. You arenât sure how much you like it. She isnât your mistress. Still, a tug from Rio has you trying to stumble to your feet and a tingling sensation has her distinctiveness fading.Â
âWhat are you doing?â Agatha asks as she steadies you. Sheâs right next to you. You frown and look towards the other presence. Why was she calling you from over there? You canât make your lips work. Agatha uses the bond to brush against your mind. âInteresting trick, dear. But it wonât change who she belongs to.â
Oh, Rio was the other presence? But it doesnât feel like Rio. It feels like your mistress. If it was her, wouldnât Agatha be more angry? It doesnât make sense. You just want her fingers inside of you.
Rio cackles and youâre pulled out of Agathaâs arms. The walls pass in a blur but youâre caught in a warm embrace before you begin to panic. Arms wrap around your waist and her chin rests on your shoulder. You eagerly lean back into the feeling of your mistress. Sheâs cooler than she usually is but you donât mind with her skin against yours.
Frustration and delight flow through the bond and you nuzzle her neck to try and help soothe her. Since her head is on your shoulder you end up nuzzling her cheek instead. She purrs. It relaxes you further. Your eyes flutter shut.
âRio,â mistress says warningly from far away.
âIt looks like she wants to come with me, isnât that right bunny?â she asks from right next to you.
Yes, you send clearly through the bond. Of course you want to go your mistress. Fingers find your chin and nod for you anyway.
Agatha growls and you feel magic wrapping around you again. It only pulls you for a second before it stops, her arms tightening around you. You donât know why sheâd send you away but you donât question it with her so close.Â
She summons you through the bond and you try to press even more tightly against her. A frustrated growl. Hands creep under your shirt again and you shiver. Nails lightly scraping along your ribs before fingers find your nipples. They squeeze and pinch and pull. A hot mouth finds your neck and begins sucking, thankfully giving your oversensitive familiar mark a break. You moan and arch into the touch, desire licking through the bond.
Fingers slip into your soaked core and you desperately grab her wrist. Just for something to hold on to. Youâre too fuzzy to do much more than take it.Â
You end up on your toes, back arched and mouth open with needy gasps. The building pleasure is much calmer with no touch to your mark. Mistressâ fingers pump into you lazily, her fingers curling as you get closer to the edge.Â
âBe a good bunny,â she murmurs against your skin. âCome for your mistress.â
The warmth crests and pleasure runs through you. Desperate, needy sounds escape you as you grip her wrist tightly and grind down. Mistress doesnât seem to mind, her other hand still groping your breast.Â
You slump against her. She gently pulls out and holds her hand up, slowly opening her fingers so your cum stretches between them. You turn to try and hide your face in her neck.
âSo messy,â she says. Her desire burns bright in your mind.
âYouâve had your treat, Rio,â your mistress says with a gravely voice. âAnd now youâve played your trick. Time to give her back.â
âWhy donât you come and take her?â
The disorientating feeling of teleporting envelops you. Arms wrap back around your waist to steady you.Â
Youâre in the kitchen, facing the door. Which mistress slams through. Your bond bends and the presence of your second mistress disappears. You turn your head to find Rio. Mistress summons you and you try to squirm out of Rioâs hold. Itâs as successful as the last time. Arms that were safe turn cage. You push at them but they donât budge.Â
Rio teleports you again and you stop pushing her arms to cling to them. The door handle turns and Rio does it again. She lets go this time and you wobble for a moment before falling forward. Your bed is there to catch you. The comforter is soft against your hot skin and the mattress cradles your sore muscles. You feel your mistress appear in the room but neither of them reach for you so you donât bother to turn.
A body slams into wood and Rio moans loudly. Agatha is growling too lowly for you to understand but Rioâs teasing response ends in a gasp. You want to see but your body is so heavy, the haze making you sink down now that everything has stopped.
Wet sounds fill the room and Rioâs moans indicate that your mistress has won. You force your eyes to stay open, wanting to see what Agatha dominating looks like from the outside. Pushing yourself up onto shaky arms you manage to turn over. You can only see part of Agathaâs face and the movement of her hand but Rio is in full view. Thereâs still a teasing smile on her face but itâs slowly morphing into one of pleasure.
Rioâs mouth falls open as Agatha does something with her fingers and her smug look disappears as her eyes drop to Agathaâs mouth. The want in them has heat licking through your pussy again. One leg moves to wind around Agathaâs waist and her hands grips her shoulders. Agatha says something you canât make out and Rioâs head falls back against the wall. Two thrusts later and sheâs moaning, holding tight to Agatha as she comes. You watch in awe as Death unravels at the hand of your mistress.Â
Death is still panting when Agatha pulls out, her eyes hooded.
Agatha raises her soaked fingers to Rioâs mouth. Youâre surprised at how willingly she takes them. Rioâs dark gaze never leaves your mistressâ and you watch in fascination as her throat moves. Rio sucks as Agatha pulls her fingers out and you swallow at the noise.Â
âNo kiss?â Rio asks as she licks her lips.
âAfter stealing my familiar? No.â
âPretty please?â Rio gives an exaggerated pout and bats her eyes.
âYouâll have to make it up to me first,â Agatha winds her hand in Rioâs hair and slowly pushes her to the floor. Rio never breaks her gaze as she gets on her knees.
She reaches up and undoes the button on Agathaâs pants before slowly pulling down the zipper. Mistressâ face is indifferent but you can feel her need flickering down the bond. It grows with every inch of skin Rio reveals.
Rio slowly pulls Agathaâs pants down before kissing Agatha over her panties.
âTeasing isnât going to get you what you want,â Agatha warns. Rio gives a long, slow lick over the panties in response but doesnât push it any further. She magics Agatha bare and immediately dives in.
Agatha moans and holds a hand out against the wall to steady herself. Rio isnât easing into it. You can feel the corresponding waves of pleasure from every lick, swipe and press of her tongue. She sucks and Agathaâs other hand shoots out, head bowed. A finger teases her entrance but a flash of purple has Rioâs hands back in her lap. She huffs but doesnât attempt again, moving to hold onto Agathaâs thighs instead. When Agatha said Rio has to earn it she meant it and you watch as Rio does. Her head constantly bobbing, lips making messy sucking sounds, the feeling of her running over Mistress again and again.
You want to touch but donât dare risk Agathaâs ire with Rio turning onto you.
You can feel her orgasm building through the bond although she doesnât allow it to show. Rio still hasnât looked away from her face.Â
Rio scrapes her teeth against Agathaâs clit and the feeling of Agathaâs orgasm floods you. Agatha grinds down on Rioâs face as she prolongs her high. You watch as Rio digs her fingers into Agathaâs thighs and give as good as she gets.
Agatha slows to stop as her high ebbs and jealousy runs through you as you watch Rio lap up the mess dripping down your mistressâ thighs. You havenât gotten to taste either of them.
Agatha leans heavily against the wall as her legs continue to shake, she doesnât take her eyes off Rio. A deep satisfaction fills her. Â
Rio rockets to her feet, head popping up between Agathaâs arms and kisses her. Instead of gripping Rioâs hair like you expect Agatha cups her face and melts into her. It works to Rioâs advantage.Â
She uses Agathaâs moment of weakness to force her to the floor. You watch with wide eyes as she climbs on top of her and pins her down. You push yourself up onto your arms so you can see them. Youâve been on top of Agatha before but never like this. Not with the control Rio has.Â
Rio makes Agatha kiss her. Her hand moves to Agathaâs neck and squeezes. The way your mistress gasps has you squeezing your thighs together.Â
Your desire is too loud and your mistress notices you. Her magic fills your mind. You beg to keep watching but her magic flows through the bond, encouraging you towards sleep. You try not to pout at not getting to see Agatha in your usual role but your eyes slip shut anyway. Pretending to sleep wonât work with you so connected and her magic coaxes you that last little bit towards unconsciousness. You slip into it just as Agatha breathes her first moan
Summary: pain is just as delicious as pleasure when it comes to them
Tags: impact play (thighs and chest), bondage, fingering (R & Rio receiving), Sir Rio, Mistress Agatha, birch rod, biting, marking, oral fixation, light degradation, hand around neck
masterlist | AO3
Authors note: my asks are open if you want to talk about this au or would like to make a request :)
Rioâs legs hook around yours and forces them wide open. Agatha greedily takes you in. You preen, even with the looming punishment. She always loves to see evidence of what she does to you. Her grip tightens on the birch rod and you try to lessen your punishment one last time.
âRio, please,â you whimper. âI didnât mean to.â
Her hand wraps around your chin and forces your head back.
âThatâs not my name.â
âSir,â you quickly correct yourself but itâs too late.
âAgatha,â Rio commands. The birch rod flies through the air before you can blink. A pained gasp leaves your lips at the stinging it brings.Â
Agatha strikes a mirroring spot on your other thigh. She strikes again just above it and your hips jerk away and then forward. Rio chuckles lowly in your ear.
âYouâre not meant to be enjoying this, pet,â she says.
âIâm not,â you deny weakly.
âOh, is that so?â
Agathaâs next strike lands centimetres from your cunt and you moan. The pain immediately turns to pleasure.
âYouâve always been such a terrible liar,â Agatha says and twirls the rod in her hand. She flicks it and you flinch, bringing a smirk to her face. Rio starts to gently bite your neck to prepare you for when she sinks her teeth in.
Agatha strikes you in the same spot and you cry out, tears gathering. Rio bites down and you moan, hands moving to grip her thighs tightly. You start to rock gently in Rioâs hold and Agatha tsks.
âAlways so needy,â she says.You whine and try to open your legs wider, begging for some relief. She hits you again instead. âRio, be a dear and hold her still.â
Thatâs not a good sign. Rioâs the one meant to be in charge. They share a look thatâs more than familiar to you. It means theyâre talking to each other telepathically. Which is never good for you.
âGladly.â She forces your hands behind your back and holds them with one hand while the other forces your chin up again. âHead back, darling, you really donât want Agatha to miss and ruin that pretty face of yours.â
Miss?
You canât see the hit coming and pain flares along the side of your breast. You cry out in surprise and try to get out of Rioâs hold. A silly thing to attempt when it comes to her.
âThis is meant to be a punishment,â Rio reminds you. âIf your cunt is so greedy touching anywhere near it brings pleasure then weâll just have to hurt you somewhere else, wonât we?â
âYes, sir,â you say with tears thick in your voice. The heat heading straight for your core. Itâs strange for Agatha to be so quiet but her heavy breathing tells you sheâs barely hanging on to her control. Having you like this again is effecting her more than you thought.
The next three strikes burn but you donât cry out again until Agatha hits your nipple. She does it again. Your core throbs, your clit pulses.
âPlease,â you whine.
âPlease what?âÂ
Agatha hits you again and you canât remember.
âPlease what, pet?â
âDonât tell us you want to stop.â
Rioâs hand releases your chin to slither down to your cunt. She laughs when she finds you dripping.
âDefinitely not stop,â she says.
Agatha returns to your thighs and you arch.
âPlease what, pet?â she demands.
âPlease fuck me,â you beg.
Agatha strikes your thigh again and a tear slips down your cheek as you strain against Rioâs hold. Rio moans low in your ear. This is her favourite part.
Agatha strikes you one more time, just to hear your pained whine of âmistressâ before dropping the birch rod and stepping forward. Rio stops her.
âYouâve had your turn, Agatha,â she says. She releases your wrists and curls a hand around your waist. Her nails skim down your stomach to tease your clit. You moan quietly and arch into her touch. Youâre always so sensitive after impact play and Rio has no problem taking advantage.
You watch through hooded eyes as Agatha clenches her jaw. Her hand twitches and you know that if she had her magic you would be flying out of Rioâs hold.
Rio holds eye contact with Agatha as she continues to lightly circle your clit. Even with how riled and sensitive you are itâs not enough pressure, which is something you just suffered through with Agatha. That and the thought of coming again without anything inside of you has you quickly devolving into mindless begging.
âPlease, please, please, please.âÂ
Your begging never sways Rio, you get what sheâs already decided you deserve, but you know she loves how pretty you are when youâre so desperate.Â
She slips three fingers into you without warning and you cry out. Agatha watches the way you arch into Rioâs fingers and how you moan pathetically when she curls them.
âIs this what you were doing, Agatha? Were you fucking my pet like this?â
Agathaâs face darkens at the possessive claim. One of them claiming you in such a way always lead to an amazingly intense scene but you canât predict how it will end now that Rio has a magical claim to you that Agatha doesnât.
âSomebody had to.â
âOh?â
âShe was so tight I almost couldnât fit.â
âMaybe you just didnât get her excited enough.â
âHer dripping down my hand indicates otherwise.â
Rio moans quietly at the image. Her fingers are relentless and you struggle to stay present as you float higher and higher.
âWere you really that desperate, pet?â she asks, her voice gravel. âWas my stuffing you full this morning not enough for that greedy cunt of yours?â
You know she wants a response but youâre so close that all you can manage is a high-pitched whine.
âSuch a needy whore,â she says before sinking her sharp teeth into your delicate skin. Fresh, tingling pain joins the stinging of your chest and thighs which all roll into a deep heat that pulses in time with your clit.
You donât have the words to ask for permission but Rioâs other hand finds your clit and itâs enough. Your eyes roll back as euphoria floods you. You happily drown in the feeling of what these women have done to you.
You float slowly back down into your body. Pleasurable tingles still travelling through you as you become reacquainted with your surroundings. Rio is gripping you tight to ground you and her tongue laves over her fresh marks on your neck. Youâre completely limp in her arms.
Soft fingertips trace the marks on your thighs and your eyes flutter open. It shouldnât be so shocking to see Agatha kneeling above you but it is. Sheâs so close.
Those soft fingers tips press down which pulls a needy sound from the back of your throat. Rioâs own grip tightens around you at the noise, her wet nails digging into your weak flesh.
Agathaâs eyes never leave your face as her fingers trail to the next mark and press down again. The heat beginning to stir again has you asking,
âPl-â
Rio is quick to silence you, pressing her slick fingers into your mouth. You eagerly open your mouth wider despite your intention to talk. Your own tangy flavour fills your mouth and you moan. She doesnât press down like Agatha did earlier, youâre already docile enough, but itâs a quick and easy way to keep you pliant when denying you something you want so badly. Itâs still a struggle not to whine when you lose eye contact with Agatha, although a small part of you is glad youâre not the recipient of the dark look she gives Rio.
âIs this how you had come in your mouth, pet?â Rio asks, completely unrepentant. âToo dumb to realise the rule you were breaking?â Rioâs gaze never leave Agathaâs. âOr did she force her fingers down your needy throat?â
You donât bother to try to answer. She already knows. Youâve never been able to deny Agatha.
Agatha grips Rioâs wrist and pulls her fingers out of your mouth. You whine at the loss. Which is quickly forgotten as Agatha leans in. Anticipation has your toes curling. It doesnât matter that she was kissing you three fucks ago, it feels just as exciting as the first time you realised youâd finally get to feel her again. Just as her lips brush yours, Rio grabs her chin. Agatha growls at her but Rio doesnât let go.
âOnly Iâm allowed to taste her cunt,â Rio reminds her.Â
âNo,â you whine and reach for Agatha. Tree roots wrap around your wrists and force them down against your sides.Â
âCome now, sweetheart. We canât celebrate the good old days with such a thing in the way,â Agatha says, her voice low and soothing. Her hand traces along Rioâs thigh. You can feel the tiniest stutter in Rioâs breath. It always amazes you how much of an effect Agatha has on a person.
âThat wonât work on me a second time, Agatha,â Rio says, pulling her closer by her chin. Their cheeks brush yours.Â
One second theyâre about to kiss and the next Agatha is going for Rioâs throat. Agathaâs hand flashes past the corner of your eye and Rio snarls in response, a bright spot of red showing sheâs dug her nails into Agathaâs skin. Agatha jerks her face out of Rioâs grip, causing a bigger cut.Â
Rio disappears from your back and Agatha goes around you. The roots keeping your hands trapped to your side anchor themselves into the dirt. Turning your head only shows movement in your peripheral. Struggling is useless so you lay down instead. Tilting your head back you can watch their dance upside down.
Your eyes widen as Agatha pins Rio, a hand wrapped firmly around her neck.
âDonât be such a brat,â Agatha admonishes, inches from Rioâs face. Rio chokes herself by pressing up against Agathaâs hand to brush their lips together. A wheeze escapes her as Agathaâs hold tightens. âIf youâre needy then just say so. Donât deny me whatâs mine.â
Rio snarls up at her. Her knife appears in her hand but Agatha knocks it out of her grip before you realise itâs there.
âSheâs mine,â Rio growls up at her.
âAnd youâre mine,â Agatha growls right back. She kisses Rio fast enough that their teeth clack but itâs only a moment before she has control.
Rio moans. You canât take your eyes off of her. Itâs always beautiful to watch one of them melt under the other.Â
Agathaâs hand forces its way into Rioâs tight pants and you recognise the start of a quick, dominating fuck between them. Something they desperately need if the tension between them the last few days says anything.
Agatha breaks the kiss to run her lips over Rioâs neck. She nibbles at a sensitive spot as she slides her fingers inside of Rio. Rioâs hips press back with just as much force and bares her neck to Agatha. Agatha bites down and what little resistance Rio has left leaves her.
You whine and tug at your restraints, trying desperately to get to them. Being able to play when one of them gets like this is heaven. Agathaâs looks at you without lifting her lips from Rioâs skin.
âKeep her occupied wonât you Rio dear?â
âNo!â you gasp.
âNo?â Agatha asks in that dangerous voice of hers, slowly lifting her head to meet your gaze.
âNo-,â you wince at saying it again, âI mean you- I want to feel you. Not magic.â
âI donât remember asking what you want, pet,â she says.Â
You whine pleadingly. Rio makes an impatient sound and the roots around your wrists untangle. You immediately crawl to them. Something wraps around your ankle and tugs. You yelp as your arms give out under you. Your welts burn as you the ground. The thing around your ankle grows and winds up around your leg, a twin joining it on your other. Sprouts emerge near your hands and your forearms get the same treatment. Youâre prone in a second.
You look up pleadingly at your owners but youâre only met with delight. Agatha drinks in the new position while Rio watches with a smirk. You try to beg again but something nudges your clit and the words turn into a gasp. Itâs soft. A texture youâre familiar with but canât quite name.
Agatha returns to marking Rioâs neck. You canât tear your eyes away from the way her hand moves in Rioâs pants. The almost of it is tantalising as you picture the exact position her hands are in, the way her wrist twists and her fingers curl. It leaves you panting.
The soft thing nudging your clit begins to press more firmly against it and your thighs twitch. Rio arches into Agatha and it begins to vibrate. You gasp and try to chase the feeling but you canât. It drifts away from your clit before brushing up against it again, nowhere near the firm pressure of before, and begins to circle your clit. You moan.
Agatha has to release Rioâs hands to get her shirt open. Rio is more than happy to bury them in Agathaâs hair, moaning wantonly when Agatha finally gets her lips around her nipple. You watch as they meld into one another. The vibration against your clit nothing more than a tease. Itâs only when Agatha has thoroughly marked Rioâs chest and you can sense that Rio is close that you beg.
âMore. Please, mistress.â
Agatha doesnât bother to look up.
âYou said you didnât want to feel magic,â Agatha reminds you, twisting your words. âIf youâre going to be so picky youâll have to wait your turn.â
You donât say anything else to avoid whatever plant-related gag Rio would think is funniest. Watching the way her face scrunches up in pleasure may be enough to get you over the edge anyway.Â
Her claws are tight in Agathaâs hair and against her back. Instead of throwing her head back and arching into Agatha, she bends around her. Her head leans against Agathaâs shoulder. It would look like she was cradling her if it werenât for the movement of Agathaâs fingers.
Rio makes that small noise she always does just before she comes and you watch in awe as she comes undone. Sheâs still trembling when Agatha pulls out and puts her own fingers in her mouth. The low moan Agatha makes has you and Rio shivering. She slowly pulls them out, holding eye contact with Rio the whole time, before holding them out to you.
âDo you want a taste, pet?â
âYes, please,â you say and strain toward her. The light buzz on your clit is nothing compared to the taste of your owner. The roots holding you down disintegrate and you scramble to kneel next to Agatha, mouth open. Her fingers slip inside and a hint of Rio fills you. You moan and run your tongue around her fingers.
She only allows you a few moments of bliss before pulling out again. The sting is soothed by her pulling you in for a deep kiss. Her tongue slipping into your mouth the second you give her an inch. Her grip tightening tells you she likes what she finds.
Your lips make a wet noise when she pulls back. You chase her automatically but her tight hold stops you.
âHowâs that for not tasting cunt?â Agatha says.
Rio huffs an amused sound. She looks quite happy to just lie there, staring up at her victorious witch. You watch as Agatha allows herself to bask in the feeling of your adoring gazes. It mustâve been a long time since sheâs had something like this. That wasnât hidden behind half-truths and a pile of lies.
Of course she doesnât allow it for too long givenâŚeverything thatâs happened in the past. You try to sneak in another kiss but she does little more than brush your lips together before getting up. Rio is quick to follow her and the only thing stopping you from bratting out is the stinging on your thighs. The teasing has made your ache return full force but neither of them acknowledge it.
âTime to go, pet,â Rio says casually. Her magic quickly putting her clothing to rights.
You pout up at her. Agatha hasnât eaten you out yet. You thought thatâs where the whole struggle was leading to. Rio flicks your forehead to get you to stop. It works. Your face reflexively scrunches. Then youâre distracted by the pleasant feel of her magic trickling over you. Clothes reappear, straighten and lose stains. Your hair is neatly put back into place.
âI donât see why you went through the trouble,â Agatha says. âThe fucked out look really suits her.â
You preen. She may be using a sarcastic tone but you know how much she loves your ruined look.
You say on your knees until Rio motions you up. You immediately snuggle into her side, nosing at the new marks on her neck for attention. She clicks her tongue and you give up any hope of another round. That doesnât mean you move away.
âYou can join us, Agatha,â Rio says with a rare seriousness to her voice.Â
Agatha scoffs and turns around like there wasnât a hint of longing on her face a moment ago. You curl tighter into Rio and her arm wraps around your waist.
âDonât worry, pet,â Rio says. âWeâll convince her.â
I cannot put into words how much sadness and anger I feel for my U.S based followers and mutuals. It is disgusting beyond words that there are people in this world that prefer a sexual offender over a woman.
You belong to yourself and nobody else. Your sexuality belongs to yourself and nobody else. Your body belongs to yourself and nobody else. No matter what your government may say, never forget that YOU belong to YOURSELF.
I hope and pray that you all are able to find some sort of safe haven, whether it be getting out of that country or simply coming into Tumblr to express yourself. You are valid, you are seen, and you are heard. You are loved.
dont think about how agatha all along could be considered as a queer allegory. dont think about how agathas mom telling her shes born evil is the exact same thing so many parents have told their children after they came out. dont think about how lilia hating the witch stereotypes is the same way queer people who dont fit typical lgbtq stereotypes feel. dont think about how when lilia said i loved being a witch after so much time spent hating it is how queer people feel when they can finally appreciate and accept and love who they are.
Summary: As much as she may try to hide it from her Rio knows that Agatha gets lonely when she has to âworkâ and while away she finds what she hopes may be the perfect companion for her wife.
Tags: Pure fluff, married Agathario, soft Rio, soft Agatha, baby SenĂľr Scratchy, pet names (mi amor, angel) , pre Agatha all along?
đ˘Spoilers if you donât know Rioâs identity yetđ˘
Authorâs note: Hi hello, I genuinely donât remember the last time I wrote anything but I couldnât get this idea out of my head and I just love them so much, we arenât going to talk about how much research I did into rabbit breeds being introduced to which countries and in which years, itâs embarrassingâŚ. Enjoy!
Scotland 1953
It was late into the night, maybe even early morning judging by the pitch blackness outside the windows as Agatha sat next to the fireplace sheâd been tending with a blanket thrown over her lap and one of her many spell books balanced neatly on the arm of the couch. The Scottish winters were harsh but the little cottage nestled away in the highlands that her and Rio shared fared well and it was more than worth it for the beauty of the landscape that surrounded their home. Here she and her wife almost felt closer to their witch roots than even that of being back in Salem and Agatha certainly didnât miss the reminders of her Mother and Coven everywhere she looked, here in the forest surrounded by only nature she knew they were safe to live their life together, not having to hide their magic or their love for one another.
With a slight sigh Agatha pulled herself out of her little daydream and focused her eyes back on the pages of the book in front of her, her head was starting to hurt from the jumble of Latin and other languages, Agatha reached forward for the piece of paper she was jotting down notes on, grabbed her pen and wrote down a few more things that could be of help for the spell she was trying to create, Rio said she was mad trying to make a child of magic that would be both of theirs equally but Agatha would go to the ends of the earth to make it true, she wanted nothing more than a family with the love of her life and deep down she knew Rio wanted it too, she didnât care if it was against the laws of magic to do so and for hours upon end every day she would read every spell book and grimoire cover to cover trying to find all the answers and incantations she may need to finally make her and Rioâs dream a reality.
The Netherlands (somewhere)
To be perfectly honest Rio wasnât sure where she was, the Netherlands thatâs for sure but sheâs not sure which city she is on the outskirts of, youâd think after hundreds of years of transporting souls of the dead to their final resting place all over the world she would be better at her geographical knowledge but it wasnât really important when you always had the same destination to reach in the end. It had been a tiring trip, yes she was death personified but that didnât mean what she had to do got any easier over the years, this time it had been a young family and while at least they could stay together it still drained her to think of the life they could have had. Gently she lowered herself to sit on a frosted log and took a moment to collect herself before heading home to her beloved. As Rio rested her head in her hands she heard a faint rustling in front of her, she narrowed her eyes and looked forward, faintly bringing her green magic to the surface, even now the memories of the witch trials hung over her head and she was always ready to protect herself if need be.
Much to Rioâs amusement a small rabbit emerged from the undergrowth, âwow lady death being spooked by a bunny rabbit thatâs a new lowâ she mused to herself as she watched the rabbit tentatively move closer to her. âWell you certainly arenât meant to be out here, youâre definitely not a wild rabbitâ Rio spoke to the small creature slowly lowering her hand out for the bunny to sniff, the little thing was as far from a wild rabbit as you could get, bright white with speckles of light orange and black spots and the floppiest ears youâve ever seen also far too tiny to be out wandering alone.
Being a green witch and yet also lady death was a confusing combination for nature to comprehend sometimes, Rio was drawn to nature and it often returned the same feeling towards her, that included the living beings that inhabited its world and this baby rabbit seemed no different, hopping over after a quick sniff of her hand and settling down under Rioâs cloak to shield itself from the cold breeze that washed over the countryside, she chuckled at its actions and flicked her wrist, her green magic making some dandelions sprout from the icy ground which the rabbit happily munched on.
As the witch watched the small rabbit eat she pondered to herself, âcanât exactly leave you out here can I? And Agatha has been going on about getting a familiarâ the tiny ball of fluff stood up on its back legs resting its front feet on the side of Rioâs leg barely reaching above her boot and looking at her intently. Rio smiled to herself and scooped the rabbit into her arms who settled down instantly into the warmth, âsheâs going to say Iâve gone softâ she scoffed to herself as she prepared to transport herself and her new little companion home.
Agathaâs research for the night was becoming increasingly exhausting and she knew she should have been in bed hours ago, this was made abundantly clear when she felt the familiar pull of her wifeâs magic that was so intertwined with her own she knew when she was close, meaning she was in fact home from helping another soul pass on through the veil.
Rio always transported herself home outside of their cottage when she was late not wanting to wake her wife from her slumber however as soon as she found herself on the snow dusted doorstep of their home she could feel Agathaâs magic humming with life and clearly not sleeping, gently tucking the little bundle of fluff she was carrying further into her cloak both to keep him warm and hidden so she could surprise her lover she gently eased the wooden door open and slipped inside quickly to not let the heat of the fire out.
Slipping off her boots and easing down the hood of her green cloak she moved her way into the living area where she saw her wife smiling tiredly at her from her comfy position on the couch, âmi amor what are you still doing awakeâ Rio asked quietly as she raised an eyebrow questioningly. âJust doing some more researchâ Agatha sighed, motioning to the still open spell book, âI didnât realise the time, how was your trip angel?â She questioned softly. Rio scoffed as she always did at the pet name Agatha had bestowed upon her all those years ago when they met for the first time, quite fitting being called an angel when she was literally death itself. âTiringâ she mumbled leaning down to press a kiss to the top of her wifeâs head, as she did Agatha noticed movement beneath Rioâs cloak and a quick hiss came from her wifeâs mouth, Agatha noted that she still had one arm tucked away behind the fabric. She tilted her head quizzically at the green witch, âwhat are you hiding from me?â She questioned reaching to grab at her cloak, âah ah ahâ Rio tutted, pulling away, âitâs a surpriseâ she said, holding up her other hand to wave a finger at her wife mockingly.
âOh come on Ri you know I hate surprisesâ Agatha said getting up on her knees to try get a better look over the back of the couch at what her wife was concealing underneath her cloak. Rio rounded the couch and Agatha turned to follow her movements now sitting crossed legged as Rio stood in front of her with both her arms now tucked back inside her cloak, âyouâre going to make fun of meâ the green witch said as she became uncharacteristically shy and turned her body slightly away.
âWell that depends what it is but I promise Iâll try not to teaseâ Agatha said with a smirk reaching her hand out to beckon Rio closer to her.
Now Rio stood right in front of Agatha and the purple witch gently took hold of the arm that her wife had been hiding and noticed that there were scratch marks, âyou think Iâm going to make fun of you for getting scratched?â Agatha questioned looking confused âwhy havenât you healed it these are hardly anythingâ right as she finished her sentence from Rioâs other arm and behind the fabric of her cloak hopped the tiny bunny landing straight in Agathaâs lap. âWell now youâve ruined the surpriseâ Rio glared at the bunny making Agatha burst out laughing.
Rio pouted and crossed her arms over her chest âtold you youâd make fun of meâ she whined. Agathaâs laughter died down wiping a tear from her eye as she looked up at her wife who looked like an annoyed child, âIâm not making fun of you love he just took me by surpriseâ she giggled as she pulled her wife to sit next to her and started to pet the bunny who sat happily in her lap like nothing had happened, âand what pray tell made you take me home a sweet baby bunny?â She asked leaning over to press a kiss to Rioâs cheek.
Rio sighed leaning into her wifeâs side, âwell you havenât let up about wanting a familiar recently and besides he found me not the other way aroundâ she smiled reaching over to boop the bunnyâs nose.
Agatha looked down lovingly at the bunny as she continued to pet him, âI was thinking more black cat or raven you know but hmmm I think I can train him up to be a scary bunnyâ Agatha cooed as she snuggled the bunny under her chin, not long after he kicked off his back feet jumping onto Agathaâs lap before further hopping down to the floor and flopping himself in front of the fireplace leaving Agatha with matching scratches on her arms, âte veo senĂľrâ Rio laughed and her and Agatha fell into each other giggling at the rabbits antics, âscratchy little thingâ Agatha said examining her and her wifeâs arms before looking back at the rabbit clearly making himself at home, âthatâs what Iâll call youâ she said placing a kiss to that back of Rioâs hand, âSenĂľr Scratchyâ she said looking into her wifeâs eyes âthank you my angelâ she said softly before leaning in and connecting their lips in a soft kiss, when they parted Rio started placing kisses on Agathaâs arm, ânow let me fix the little devilâs marksâ she smirked at her wife before starting to gently lick at the superficial wounds, âI missed you amorâ she sighed against her skin, âI missed you too angelâ Agatha said gently kissing her wifeâs head.
Summary: As much as she may try to hide it from her Rio knows that Agatha gets lonely when she has to âworkâ and while away she finds what she hopes may be the perfect companion for her wife.
Tags: Pure fluff, married Agathario, soft Rio, soft Agatha, baby SeĂąor Scratchy, pet names (mi amor, angel) , pre Agatha all along?
đ˘Spoilers if you donât know Rioâs identity yetđ˘
Authorâs note: Hi hello, I genuinely donât remember the last time I wrote anything but I couldnât get this idea out of my head and I just love them so much, we arenât going to talk about how much research I did into rabbit breeds being introduced to which countries and in which years, itâs embarrassingâŚ. Enjoy!
Scotland 1953
It was late into the night, maybe even early morning judging by the pitch blackness outside the windows as Agatha sat next to the fireplace sheâd been tending with a blanket thrown over her lap and one of her many spell books balanced neatly on the arm of the couch. The Scottish winters were harsh but the little cottage nestled away in the highlands that her and Rio shared fared well and it was more than worth it for the beauty of the landscape that surrounded their home. Here she and her wife almost felt closer to their witch roots than even that of being back in Salem and Agatha certainly didnât miss the reminders of her Mother and Coven everywhere she looked, here in the forest surrounded by only nature she knew they were safe to live their life together, not having to hide their magic or their love for one another.
With a slight sigh Agatha pulled herself out of her little daydream and focused her eyes back on the pages of the book in front of her, her head was starting to hurt from the jumble of Latin and other languages, Agatha reached forward for the piece of paper she was jotting down notes on, grabbed her pen and wrote down a few more things that could be of help for the spell she was trying to create, Rio said she was mad trying to make a child of magic that would be both of theirs equally but Agatha would go to the ends of the earth to make it true, she wanted nothing more than a family with the love of her life and deep down she knew Rio wanted it too, she didnât care if it was against the laws of magic to do so and for hours upon end every day she would read every spell book and grimoire cover to cover trying to find all the answers and incantations she may need to finally make her and Rioâs dream a reality.
The Netherlands (somewhere)
To be perfectly honest Rio wasnât sure where she was, the Netherlands thatâs for sure but sheâs not sure which city she is on the outskirts of, youâd think after hundreds of years of transporting souls of the dead to their final resting place all over the world she would be better at her geographical knowledge but it wasnât really important when you always had the same destination to reach in the end. It had been a tiring trip, yes she was death personified but that didnât mean what she had to do got any easier over the years, this time it had been a young family and while at least they could stay together it still drained her to think of the life they could have had. Gently she lowered herself to sit on a frosted log and took a moment to collect herself before heading home to her beloved. As Rio rested her head in her hands she heard a faint rustling in front of her, she narrowed her eyes and looked forward, faintly bringing her green magic to the surface, even now the memories of the witch trials hung over her head and she was always ready to protect herself if need be.
Much to Rioâs amusement a small rabbit emerged from the undergrowth, âwow lady death being spooked by a bunny rabbit thatâs a new lowâ she mused to herself as she watched the rabbit tentatively move closer to her. âWell you certainly arenât meant to be out here, youâre definitely not a wild rabbitâ Rio spoke to the small creature slowly lowering her hand out for the bunny to sniff, the little thing was as far from a wild rabbit as you could get, bright white with speckles of light orange and black spots and the floppiest ears youâve ever seen also far too tiny to be out wandering alone.
Being a green witch and yet also lady death was a confusing combination for nature to comprehend sometimes, Rio was drawn to nature and it often returned the same feeling towards her, that included the living beings that inhabited its world and this baby rabbit seemed no different, hopping over after a quick sniff of her hand and settling down under Rioâs cloak to shield itself from the cold breeze that washed over the countryside, she chuckled at its actions and flicked her wrist, her green magic making some dandelions sprout from the icy ground which the rabbit happily munched on.
As the witch watched the small rabbit eat she pondered to herself, âcanât exactly leave you out here can I? And Agatha has been going on about getting a familiarâ the tiny ball of fluff stood up on its back legs resting its front feet on the side of Rioâs leg barely reaching above her boot and looking at her intently. Rio smiled to herself and scooped the rabbit into her arms who settled down instantly into the warmth, âsheâs going to say Iâve gone softâ she scoffed to herself as she prepared to transport herself and her new little companion home.
Agathaâs research for the night was becoming increasingly exhausting and she knew she should have been in bed hours ago, this was made abundantly clear when she felt the familiar pull of her wifeâs magic that was so intertwined with her own she knew when she was close, meaning she was in fact home from helping another soul pass on through the veil.
Rio always transported herself home outside of their cottage when she was late not wanting to wake her wife from her slumber however as soon as she found herself on the snow dusted doorstep of their home she could feel Agathaâs magic humming with life and clearly not sleeping, gently tucking the little bundle of fluff she was carrying further into her cloak both to keep him warm and hidden so she could surprise her lover she gently eased the wooden door open and slipped inside quickly to not let the heat of the fire out.
Slipping off her boots and easing down the hood of her green cloak she moved her way into the living area where she saw her wife smiling tiredly at her from her comfy position on the couch, âmi amor what are you still doing awakeâ Rio asked quietly as she raised an eyebrow questioningly. âJust doing some more researchâ Agatha sighed, motioning to the still open spell book, âI didnât realise the time, how was your trip angel?â She questioned softly. Rio scoffed as she always did at the pet name Agatha had bestowed upon her all those years ago when they met for the first time, quite fitting being called an angel when she was literally death itself. âTiringâ she mumbled leaning down to press a kiss to the top of her wifeâs head, as she did Agatha noticed movement beneath Rioâs cloak and a quick hiss came from her wifeâs mouth, Agatha noted that she still had one arm tucked away behind the fabric. She tilted her head quizzically at the green witch, âwhat are you hiding from me?â She questioned reaching to grab at her cloak, âah ah ahâ Rio tutted, pulling away, âitâs a surpriseâ she said, holding up her other hand to wave a finger at her wife mockingly.
âOh come on Ri you know I hate surprisesâ Agatha said getting up on her knees to try get a better look over the back of the couch at what her wife was concealing underneath her cloak. Rio rounded the couch and Agatha turned to follow her movements now sitting crossed legged as Rio stood in front of her with both her arms now tucked back inside her cloak, âyouâre going to make fun of meâ the green witch said as she became uncharacteristically shy and turned her body slightly away.
âWell that depends what it is but I promise Iâll try not to teaseâ Agatha said with a smirk reaching her hand out to beckon Rio closer to her.
Now Rio stood right in front of Agatha and the purple witch gently took hold of the arm that her wife had been hiding and noticed that there were scratch marks, âyou think Iâm going to make fun of you for getting scratched?â Agatha questioned looking confused âwhy havenât you healed it these are hardly anythingâ right as she finished her sentence from Rioâs other arm and behind the fabric of her cloak hopped the tiny bunny landing straight in Agathaâs lap. âWell now youâve ruined the surpriseâ Rio glared at the bunny making Agatha burst out laughing.
Rio pouted and crossed her arms over her chest âtold you youâd make fun of meâ she whined. Agathaâs laughter died down wiping a tear from her eye as she looked up at her wife who looked like an annoyed child, âIâm not making fun of you love he just took me by surpriseâ she giggled as she pulled her wife to sit next to her and started to pet the bunny who sat happily in her lap like nothing had happened, âand what pray tell made you take me home a sweet baby bunny?â She asked leaning over to press a kiss to Rioâs cheek.
Rio sighed leaning into her wifeâs side, âwell you havenât let up about wanting a familiar recently and besides he found me not the other way aroundâ she smiled reaching over to boop the bunnyâs nose.
Agatha looked down lovingly at the bunny as she continued to pet him, âI was thinking more black cat or raven you know but hmmm I think I can train him up to be a scary bunnyâ Agatha cooed as she snuggled the bunny under her chin, not long after he kicked off his back feet jumping onto Agathaâs lap before further hopping down to the floor and flopping himself in front of the fireplace leaving Agatha with matching scratches on her arms, âte veo seĂąorâ Rio laughed and her and Agatha fell into each other giggling at the rabbits antics, âscratchy little thingâ Agatha said examining her and her wifeâs arms before looking back at the rabbit clearly making himself at home, âthatâs what Iâll call youâ she said placing a kiss to that back of Rioâs hand, âSeĂąor Scratchyâ she said looking into her wifeâs eyes âthank you my angelâ she said softly before leaning in and connecting their lips in a soft kiss, when they parted Rio started placing kisses on Agathaâs arm, ânow let me fix the little devilâs marksâ she smirked at her wife before starting to gently lick at the superficial wounds, âI missed you amorâ she sighed against her skin, âI missed you too angelâ Agatha said gently kissing her wifeâs head.
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