I am CONVINCED that Agatha and Jen were directly responsible for the great molasses flood of 1919 and that's why Jen says she "made a pointed effort never to run into you [Agatha] again"
huge thanks to @agathaallalongweek for organizing this! it's been so lovely to see so much fan content this whole week! <333
summary: after working together for some time, Rio and Agatha spend a Friday evening to decompress and admit their feelings for one another.
ship: Agatha Harkness/Rio Vidal
rating: Explicit (NSFW)
tags: breeding kink, packing, ejaculating toy, strap sucking, facials, praise kink, daddy kink, smut, fluff, gun kink (kinda? rio likes what she sees but that's about it)
word count: 5,782
ao3 link
@agathaallalongweek day 7 prompt "breeding"
After endlessly working on the latest Jane Doe case that crossed their desks earlier in the week, Rio asked Agatha if they could head to the bar downtown to relax. It was a Friday, neither of them had anything better to do. Early summers rarely have much to do beyond beating the heat in Westview, let alone something for two detectives that can’t leave the other alone.
They’ve had lingering glances, hands trailing against the small of the other’s back while walking behind them in the precinct, and recently little quips that could be considered flirting if one thought about it long enough.
Agatha salutes the large gentleman standing outside the bar, giving him a brief nod before reaching for the door. She opens it, propping it open with her boot. With a bow of her head and a dramatic drawing of her arm across her body to signal Rio should enter before her, Rio laughs and shoves Agatha’s shoulder as she walks past her.
They grab their drinks, two light beers due to having carpooled there in the first place, and head off to a booth in the corner of the bar. Luckily, there weren’t enough people in the building to raise the temperature just yet. The humidity of New Jersey wasn’t anything to mess with.
Agatha raises her opened beer bottle to Rio and Rio raises her own to match her, knocking them together in a cheers. Agatha brings hers to her mouth and takes a sip, holding the bottle around the neck. She watches Rio do the same, her head turning to look at the men surrounding the jukebox and grimaces.
“They’re going to play some shitty soundcloud artist, I just know it.”
Agatha laughs, setting her beer down on the table. “Well, just focus on me, hon.”
Rio rolls her eyes. “As if I could focus anywhere else. Look at you, you’re like a baby gay’s wet dream. Brooding, older, definitely experienced enough to have their heads spinning. ”
“And not yours?”
A challenge.
Rio flicks her tongue into her cheek, staring down Agatha across from her. She slides the beer in front of her and crosses her arms against the table. Agatha copies her, fighting against the smirk trying to bloom on her face.
“My type? You really have to ask?” Rio questions, leaning in towards Agatha as she speaks, “I bet you’d love to know my type, but I’m sure it’s easy to figure out.”
Agatha leans in as well, tongue sliding out to wet her bottom lip. “Oh? Do tell.”
A glass shatters against the hardwood floor of the bar, pulling both of the women out of the trance of one another. Agatha shifts to stand, hand instinctively reaching to her back under her coat. Rio’s eyes unfocus after watching how smoothly Agatha moves, coughing on the saliva pooling in her mouth.
The small group of men around the jukebox disperse, shuffling away from the broken glass as the bar owner grumbles to himself. He hands one of the men a broom and a dust pan, throwing a white rag over his shoulder, and hurries back to tend the bar.
Agatha surveys the room, double-checking each exit before rolling her shoulders underneath the coat to shift it back up on her body. She pulls her hand out from underneath her coat and reaches for her beer bottle. As she sits back down in the shared booth, she brings the bottle to her mouth and takes another sip.
She notices Rio’s glazed look in her eyes and raises an eyebrow in question. “You in there, Vidal?”
Rio shakes her head, clearing her throat. “Y-yeah. Sorry. Got startled.”
Agatha hums, nodding with a knowing look. Rio waves her off, grabbing her beer as well to take a slow sip in hopes Agatha would drop it.
She doesn’t.
“If you’re too uncomfortable by those dickheads over here,” Agatha points her thumb over her shoulder at the men. Rio leans around her to look, briefly watching two of them try to sweep thick pieces of glass into a metal dust pan and failing in a shocking fashion. “We can go somewhere else? I know we just got here, but I could grab a case of beer from the distributor, and we could go to mine.”
Rio drums her fingers against the table in thought. A show for Agatha, as if she would really need that much time to think it over when she made the decision the moment Agatha said they could go.
“You won’t mind?”
Agatha shakes her head, “I’d rather you be in a comfortable environment, not somewhere you’re jumping out of your skin.”
Rio’s heart leaps to her throat. She blinks a couple of times before Agatha winks and stands from the booth, taking the initiative to leave. She extends a hand, offering it to Rio to help her stand.
“Are you always this chivalrous?” Rio asks, taking Agatha’s hand. Agatha’s thumb holds onto Rio’s fingers, curling her own into Rio’s palm. “I could get used to this.”
She lifts out of the booth, leaving their half drunk bottles behind on the table. Agatha draws her hand from Rio’s then places it on her lower back, eyes zeroing on the exit. Rio blushes at her stance and how effortlessly she slips into the protector role. Not that Rio needed it by any means, she could handle herself. Having been trained at an academy in Boston, she knew how to take care of her own protection. But, having someone else look out for her was different.
A loud, aggressive beat plays through the jukebox speakers. Agatha goes to open her mouth but curses under her breath.
“Come on,” she says, leaning in toward Rio’s ear to be heard over the music, “This place is getting a little too much for me, too.”
She guides Rio out of the bar, waving at the bartender with her arm raised over her head as they walk out. The song becomes muffled with the door shutting behind them and Agatha breathes a sigh of relief.
Rio stays close to Agatha, not wanting to move away just yet. Agatha pulls her hand off of Rio’s lower back, opting to shove one in her pockets. “Sorry, bad habit.”
“Oh so it’s not just for me? You do that with every woman?” Rio teases, turning to face her, “I thought I was special.”
Agatha chuckles, wagging her finger at Rio. “You still have to tell me what your type is, don’t think I forgot.”
The two women smile at one another, still standing in front of the bar. Agatha tilts her head toward where she parked her car, waiting for Rio to step forward before walking next to her. She shifts around her, standing on the outside of the sidewalk to let Rio have the safer spot while they walk.
Agatha’s stride is larger, longer. In the brief walk to her car, she managed to get ahead of Rio. Rio doesn’t think anything of it until Agatha pulls her hand out of her coat pocket, having it lift just a bit to see the glint of metal in her waistband.
Agatha waits for her at the passenger side door, an amused smirk of question as to why she was so far behind her and stopped on the sidewalk. “You get spooked again?”
“Something like that.”
She opens the door and waves Rio over, shaking her head at her. “Get your ass moving, Vidal. The distributor closes soon.”
Rio hurries over, tucking into the passenger seat of Agatha's car with Agatha closing it behind her. She looks up at her through the window, staring more at her midsection than anything. In the brief moment she has, she takes in the woman's appearance.
Agatha Harkness knew how to dress herself, that was certain. She didn't wear anything designer, but the way she chose to layer her clothes, the perfect cut of jeans, with the suitable boots to tie the entire outfit together. The coat, the flannel, the brown leather belt. All of it has Rio wrapped around her finger.
Agatha strolls around the car, knocking a knuckle against the hood, and climbs in. She stuffs the metal key into the ignition and revs the engine, patting the steering wheel with a smile.
She clicks her seatbelt on, draping her hand over the steering wheel and the other resting on her thigh. “Ready?”
“Yeah,” Rio says, eyes locking onto Agatha's hand and notices something under her jeans. She whips her head back up to the windshield, ears turning pink. “I don't think we need to stop anywhere, by the way. Don't wanna have you drinking and driving.”
Agatha hums, pulling out of the parking spot and heading off down the road. “Responsible thinking, but I don't think either of us would go anywhere if we were drinking.”
“Oh yeah?”
Agatha rolls up to a stop sign, giving her a chance to look over at Rio and wink. “I'd never promote unsafe habits like that.”
The playful, flirty tone Agatha has is making her mind jump through scenarios in leaps. Would there be a chance to ask and clarify what the plan was for the rest of the night beyond beverages and banter?
Rio chews on the inside of her cheek, watching the intermittent cars and trees pass by while Agatha continues driving. She pulls into a housing development, slowing down the car to cautiously take each turn and be mindful of her neighbours. The thoughtfulness wasn’t a persona she switches on and off, Rio figures.
Agatha shuts the car off, pulling Rio out of her rapidly descending thought spiral, and twirls her keys around a finger. “Here we are.”
She exits first, rounding the car before Rio has a chance to climb out on her own. The passenger door swings wide with Agatha leaning against the top of it. Her forearm hangs over the edge, offering her other hand to Rio yet again.
The butterflies in Rio’s stomach have her looking up at Agatha through her eyelashes, a bashful smile on her face as she takes the hand.
“Princess treatment, I see,” she teases, too obvious to hide how much she was enjoying it, “Thank you.”
Agatha shuts the door behind her with a soft thud, clicking the key fob to lock it entirely. “Oh, only the best for you.”
“You’re gonna have to tone it down before I faint, Harkness.”
Agatha runs her tongue against the back of her teeth, poking it into the side of her cheek in thought. She steps in closer to Rio, hand sliding across her lower back to hold onto her waist. “Don’t worry, hon. I’d catch you.”
Rio’s knees knock together, leaning into Agatha as she throws her hand to her forehead and sighs dramatically. Agatha remains solid, turning herself more to cushion Rio’s body against hers. The hand on her waist drops to her hip, fingertips pressing in just enough for Rio to notice the difference.
“Do I have to carry you in or are you going to be a limp mess on my front lawn?” Agatha walks her fingers up Rio’s side, poking them between her ribs, “Though the thought of carrying you has definitely crossed my mind once or twice, I’ll admit.”
Rio snaps up from resting against Agatha’s, eyes wide. Agatha sputters out a laugh at her reaction and steps back out of Rio’s space to wave her off. She heads to the front door, shaking her head as she continues to laugh. Her dark hair flows down her back, freed from the usual loose ponytail she wears it in. Rio’s fingers itch to be tangled in it.
She coughs, clearing her throat before she chokes on her saliva again as she did in the bar. Agatha unlocks her front door, pushing it open and flips a light on before turning to look at Rio still standing in her driveway.
“You coming, Vidal?” she calls out, breathing out the end of her laughter, “The offer to carry you still stands.”
“Shut it, Harkness.”
The glare she tries to shoot at Agatha only has her laughing again, back against the front door frame. Rio shakes out her hands, taking a quick breath to calm herself down. Her heart hammers in her chest, her face feeling hot, but she manages to make her way up to Agatha’s front door.
Yet again, Agatha has her entering first with her following close behind. She shuts the door behind her, locking it with a repeated process of bottom lock then top. She kicks off her boots, revealing thick black socks underneath, and sets them beside the door. The slips her keys into the pocket of her jacket and hangs it on the hook above her boots before stretching her arms up and back.
Rio’s eyes are immediately drawn to the middle buttons of her flannel, how they strain to keep closed over her chest. Seeing the hints of the black shirt underneath. She swallows hard, immediately snapping them up to Agatha’s face.
“Something catch your eye?”
Caught.
Rio’s mouth opens with a long, drawn out grumble while her brain scrambles to explain what she was doing.
“You know,” Agatha begins with a confident smirk that has the corners of her eyes crinkling, “I think I know your type, so correct me if I’m wrong.”
Rio curses internally, holding back her panic..
Agatha reaches for the hem of Rio’s white button up, fingertips circling around the bottom button. Her other hand gingerly takes Rio’s chin between her forefinger and her thumb, tilting it up to meet her eyes.
“You’re a capable woman, but I think you like someone that can take care of you,” Rio’s breath catches in her throat, unable to look away from Agatha as she speaks. “I think you’d like a provider, someone who can give you what you want.”
With the last bit of breath still in her lungs, Rio hums. “I think you’re on the right track.”
“I think so too.”
Agatha leans in, forefinger curled under Rio’s chin, and captures her lips in a gentle kiss.
Their eyes close simultaneously, smiling against one another’s mouth. The kiss doesn’t last long, but the electricity between them explodes and has Rio’s heart rapidly thudding in her chest. Agatha breaks it as she opens her eyes, her bottom lip immediately pulled between her teeth in response to preserve the tingling sensation from kissing Rio.
“I’ve been wanting to do that for too fucking long.”
Rio’s eyes slowly open, lips still partially puckered having been lost in the kiss. The words hit her finally as she replays them in her mind. With Agatha’s finger still holding her head up, she smiles. “Are you sure? I couldn’t tell.”
Agatha suddenly has Rio with her back against the door and a knee between her thighs before she has the chance to yelp in surprise. She kisses her again. No longer the gentle, exploration of a kiss. Something with fire. Passion. Something that has been brewing for some time until it blew the lid clean off.
Her tongue swipes against her bottom lip, wordlessly asking for entrance. Rio obeys, welcoming it eagerly. Agatha takes both of her wrists, holding them together and above Rio’s head with one hand.
She breaks it, upper lip twitching into a snarl. “I’ve been trying to be a gentleman all night. Playing the little cat and mouse game for the last month, I don’t know if I can control myself around you anymore.”
“Then don’t.” Rio presses her clothed center against Agatha’s thigh, chasing after her mouth with her own only for Agatha to pull back. “I can take it.”
She pauses, gaze flicking between Agatha’s eyes and her lips. “I can take you.”
Agatha fingers tighten their hold on Rio’s wrists, lifting her knee higher between her legs. She grins too wide, flashing her white teeth as a warning sign before dropping Rio’s hands to bend down and hook her hands under Rio’s knees. She lifts her up, wrapping her legs around her waist with her arms underneath Rio’s backside to keep her level.
Rio takes the initiative now and kisses her again. She squeezes her legs around Agatha’s waist, arms around her neck with her hands locked behind her head. Agatha kisses her back with an equal passion, carrying her toward what Rio could only assume was her bedroom. Rio moans into the kiss, feeling Agatha’s strong forearms flexing underneath her.
As they cross the threshold of Agatha’s bedroom, Agatha takes the last remaining steps to the bed. She bites down onto Rio’s bottom lip, tugging it back with a cocky smile before letting go and sets Rio down on the edge of the bed.
She reaches behind her back with one hand and removes the gun she had tucked in her waistband. Rio groans, seeing the metal glint in the dim lighting of the bedroom. She opens her bedside drawer and tucks it inside, shutting it with two fingers.
“That’s what you were reacting to at the bar, wasn’t it?”
Rio nods. “It was hot seeing you jump to protective mode like that. No hesitance, just ready to do whatever you had to.”
Agatha steps between her spread legs, setting her hands on Rio’s knees. She leans forward and slides them up to where her thigh meets her hips, dipping her fingers into the groove of her jeans.
“You think I'm hot?” Agatha muses, “Have you seen yourself, baby?”
The pet name has Rio practically purring. She leans back, planting her hands behind her on the bed. “Just wait until you get me naked, sweetheart.”
Agatha drags her blunted, short nails down the denim on Rio’s legs. She pulls her hands back, standing up fully. She takes her belt in one hand and tugs at the buckle.
“Before we go any further,” Agatha removes the belt, slowly dragging out of each belt loop until it's freed. She rolls it up delicately and tosses it to the bedside table. “I am not doing this as a quick toss in the hay. I'm too old to fuck around, literally.”
Rio tries to focus on her words but is too hypnotized by watching Agatha’s long fingers pry the button apart at the top of her pants.
With her pants undone, Agatha shifts them down just enough to show Rio the harness underneath. “I wanna do whatever you want, however you want it. I want to provide for you, Rio.”
Agatha slowly draws her pants down until gravity takes over. As they drop to the ground, so does Rio’s jaw.
A thick, black toy springs free with a weighted away. It's nondescript beyond the bulbous tip and the slight curve of the shaft. Rio salivates at the image of Agatha standing in front of her with a strap on secured at her hips.
She wraps her hand around the base to hold it steady. “Is this okay?”
Rio nods, head bobbling up and down. She reaches for the toy, drawn to it like a magnet. As her hand touches the smooth silicone, Agatha moves her hand off it.
“It’s a special one if you didn't notice.”
A closer inspection, Rio notes the hole at the top of it. Agatha reaches into the waistband of her black boxer briefs and releases a syringe connected to a tube. Rio follows the tubing back to the dildo.
“You have one of those?” Rio gapes, clit throbbing against her underwear at the thought. “Didn't think you'd get any hotter after reaching for your piece earlier but damn.”
Agatha stands with her chest out in bravado, “The only thing I was planning on shooting tonight is blanks, baby. I promise you’ll love it.”
Her thumb presses down lightly on the plunger in the syringe. Silky white lubricant dribbles out of the hole at the top, slowly running down the shaft of the toy, and onto Rio’s hand.
It was warm.
Rio pumps her hand up the length, swiping the lube as she works her way to the tip. She squeezes her fingers around the head, causing more lube to bubble out.
“Oh, you're dangerous,” Agatha rasps, running the back of her fingers across Rio’s cheek. “Wasn’t sure you'd be into it.”
Rio works her hand back down the shaft with a groan through her closed mouth. “I didn't think you'd be packing this much heat tonight.”
Agatha gives a throaty chuckle in response. Rio laughs at her own joke, taking her hand off the toy with her palm covered in the lube. She reaches up to the button at the top of her shit, pushing it open to expose a bit of her chest. Agatha’s hand freezes against her cheek, eyes following Rio's descent down her own body.
Each button pops apart to reveal more and more olive skin. Agatha’s hiccups a breath at the sight of a black lacy bra. Rio shrugs the shirt off, tossing it to the floor. She wipes at her bottom lip with her thumb and smears the lube across her chin. Agatha’s pupils expand.
“Jesus, Rio.”
She runs a hand through Rio’s hair as much as she can with it tied up in a bun. Tangling her fingers just beneath the bun at the base of Rio’s skull, she holds her shins against the edge of the bed.
Rio gets the message loud and clear. She opens her mouth, gazing up as she takes the tip of the toy into her mouth. Agatha bites down on her tongue, her eyes nearly rolling back. Rio swallows the first quarter of the toy into her throat, cheeks hollowing while bobbing up and down. She sucks further and relaxes into it, gargling a moan around the silicone in her mouth.
Agatha hisses and rocks her hips gently into Rio’s mouth. Rio takes as much as she can manage without gagging. Her eyes water and she blinks them away, only a lone tear running down her face.
“I’m gonna paint such a pretty picture on your face if you keep this up,” Agatha chokes out, continuing to rock her hips into Rio’s throat, “Tap on my thigh when you’re done, wanna reward you for being so good.”
Rio preens at the comment. She presses her fingers into the flesh of Agatha’s thigh and forces more of the toy into her throat before she gags around it. She taps against her thigh with a drum of her fingers shortly after.
Agatha pulls her hips back, removing the silicone toy from Rio’s mouth. A strand of her saliva sticks around the underside of the tip of the toy connected to Rio’s tongue. Still holding the plunger firmly with her thumb, she drops her hand out of Rio’s hand to grip the base of the toy. She wraps her fingers around the top of the shaft, gathering all of Rio’s drool to coat the spots she couldn’t reach.
She continues, rubbing in Rio’s spit as if it would be absorbed into the toy. Bucking her hips into her hand, she presses down on the plunger with the other and shoots the silky white lubricant on Rio’s cheek.
The warm lube spills down, hanging on her jawline, before dribbling off and hitting her in the chest. Agatha moans and angles the toy down, thrusting into her hand still. She presses down again and squirts the lube onto Rio’s chest, coating the valley between her breasts in it.
Rio lifts her chin to give Agatha a better target, but the woman stops her thrusts and drops the syringe with a huff.
“I’m going to go refill this,” Agatha pants, combing through her hair to throw it back over her head, “I need you on your back at the top of the bed, okay?”
Rio nods, dragging a hand across her chest. She takes her hand back, rubbing her two fingers against her thumb only to pull them apart. The lube spiderwebs out before snapping and she smirks. “Never had a money shot before, that’s a first.”
“Your face was made for them,” Agatha’s voice is low, bending her knees so she’s eye level with Rio, “I should take a picture, too. I’ve got a Polaroid camera around here somewhere. Hide it in my wallet as a reminder of how pretty you are for me.”
She takes Rio’s mouth against hers with even more of a passion. A force that was bruising and all encompassing. Agatha breaks it with a sigh before stepping out of her pants still pooled at her feet. She heads toward a chest on the other side of the room, leaving Rio to follow her instructions.
Rio stands, reaching behind her back to undo her bra with a hand. She lets it fall off her shoulders and looks down to her chest to watch the lubricant dribble down her torso in a thick stream. Shedding herself of her jeans and underwear, she climbs back onto the bed and settles between the mass of dark purple coloured pillows.
She runs her hands over the covers in content. The lubricant pools at her belly button. Not wanting to clean it up, she plants her feet on the blankets and bends her knees, spreading her legs as far as they can be as she waits.
Agatha returns, now naked except for the harness and boxer briefs underneath with the syringe tucked back into the waistband, holding a bottle. She stops at the foot of the bed and bites the inside of her cheek.
“I need that fucking camera. You’re perfect.”
Rio rolls her eyes, “You’re just saying that because you have a woman covered in your cum, spread out bare, waiting for you to finish the job.”
“No,” Agatha says, rolling the bottle onto the bed next to Rio. She crawls up to her, the movement of her hips making the strap sway in a hypnotic fashion. “I’m saying it because you are perfect, Rio. I see you, the way you look at me. You make me feel like I’m the only person on Earth.”
She runs her hands up both of Rio’s legs, fingertips trailing up until she hooks them around her waist. Leaning forward until she’s holding herself above Rio with her hands planted on either side of Rio’s head, she stills. Committing every freckle, wrinkle, and eyelash to memory.
Rio does the same to her. The way Agatha’s hair spills over her shoulder, having tucked it behind her ear. Her perfect nose and how it crinkles when she smiles. Her blue eyes hold a sparkle, glinting with an admiration she’s seen since day one but never had the courage to ask about.
“This isn’t the place to say it but,” Agatha mumbles, words trailing off while she's lost in Rio’s wide, brown eyes. “I only want you, Rio. I don’t know how I managed to go this long without you, but I can’t go back to life before tonight.”
Rio digs her heels into Agatha’s lower back, lifting herself up to grind into the toy hanging from Agatha’s hips. “I only want you too, Agatha. I want all of you.”
She closes the gap between their face, capturing Agatha’s lips in another kiss. She starts it slow and deliberate, holding her lips against Agatha’s before parting them and building the intensity. Agatha reaches between them, grabbing at the toy and lines it up with Rio’s entrance.
Agatha sinks the tip into Rio just as the kiss grows. Their mouths pull apart, gentle moans mixing in the air before coming back together again. Rio takes every inch of Agatha with ease, her slick being more than enough and then some for the toy until she’s filled to the brim with silicone.
Rio whimpers Agatha’s name, rolling her hips into hers at the feeling of the toy being deliciously deep inside of her. Agatha inhales a shaky breath through her nose and rocks her hips back then forward.
“F-fuck,” Rio chokes out, “So much.”
“Let me take care of you, baby. I got you.”
Rio wraps her arms around Agatha’s broad shoulders, pulling her down until she’s lying on top of her, and buries her head in the crook of her neck. Agatha thrusts in deep, fucking the toy in and out with a precise pace. She pants hot breaths against Rio’s ear with each snap of her hips.
In.
Out.
In.
Rio whines and pinches her eyes closed at the overwhelming sensation of Agatha’s strap. She drags her lips against her throat while her nails scratch angry, red lines against her back. Agatha exhales with a shuddered moan, her hips slapping harder and faster into Rio’s.
“You’re gonna feel me for weeks, Rio,” she grins wickedly, continuing her movements, “When you feel that deep throb from my cock, you’ll remember it. Remember how I filled you, how I bred you.”
Rio gasps at the word, her eyes snapping open. She matches the thrusts with her own hips, twisting them down as Agatha pulls out then up as she thrusts in. Riding Agatha’s silicone cock as best as she can.
Agatha has her held down with her body weight, hips lifting then slamming back down as she fucks her. She bounces their bodies on the mattress with how hard she was pistoning her hips. “Beg for it.”
She picks her head up, forcing Rio to look at her. The colour of her irises now fully devoured by the black of her pupils, by her lust for her. The tips of their noses drag against each other with Agatha’s thrusts and Rio can barely keep her eyes focused on Agatha’s above her.
“Please. Please breed me, daddy.”
The name slips out before Rio can process it. Agatha’s hips stutter, missing the rhythm she set in place for a beat before she picks it back up and doubles her efforts.
“Say it again, baby. Beg for daddy to breed you.”
The waves of her pleasure lap at her lower belly, swirling hot and tight. She cries out again, more consonants than words. The tip of the toy slams into her cervix, and she tries to shift back from it, the pressure too much too fast and only pouring gasoline on her impending climax.
Agatha nudges at her cheekbone, eyes unblinking at her. “Say it.”
“Daddy, please,” Rio wails, her brows furrowed to reign herself in. The noise of the wet toy working in and out of her cunt fills the bedroom. “Fucking breed me!”
Agatha rips the syringe out of her waistband as she continues to fuck Rio with a wild pace. She kisses her hard, their teeth knocking together, and she licks into her mouth. Too close to her own orgasm, she throws what little amount of restraint she had into the wind.
“Gonna fucking fill you with my cum and fuck it back into you so it sticks,” Agatha grunts, “I’m gonna be all you’ll ever want or need. I’m yours, baby.”
Rio’s noises are nothing but breaths now, her throat raw. Agatha fucks her with every ounce of herself until she shutters, thighs shaking from overuse. She slams down on the plunger as she cums and sends the lubricant deep with the last few thrusts.
The sensation of Agatha shooting warm ropes of the cum lube into her cunt sends her spiraling into her pleasure. Stars explode behind her eyes as she orgasms, limbs once holding Agatha tight now falling limp onto the bed.
Agatha collapses fully on top of Rio, hips only able to grind into the harness as she rides the last lingering waves. They pant in tandem, ribcages expanding and shrinking against each other. Agatha is the first to recover, brushing her hair out of her face and rubbing her palm across Rio’s forehead.
Rio’s mouth opens, closing with her tongue winding out to wet her mouth, then opens again with a groan. She turns her face against Agatha’s, holding their foreheads together. She opens her eyes to see Agatha’s open and watching for hers.
“I meant what I said,” Agatha’s voice was smaller and gentle, all the bravado of their sex now gone leaving behind a woman with her heart in her hands. “I want you, Rio.”
Rio smiles lazily, arms barely able to lift back up to wrap around her neck. “I want you too, Agatha.”
She presses a kiss to her cheek and tries to catch her breath. Agatha drinks her in, still buried to the hilt inside of her with their mixed juices spreading out and soaking the bedding. She shifts her legs against the wet sheets with a laugh.
“We made a mess, I’m afraid.”
Rio grinds her hips up, feeling the toy press into her cervix again. The cum lube bubbles out of her with an obscene sound that has her surprised and her face turning hot. Agatha laughs harder at her reaction.
“You weren’t joking about it being your first time with one,” she teases, “I think it’ll be my new favourite now.”
Rio turns her head away from Agatha with a grumble. “Didn’t expect to be begging you to breed me on the first night together. That wasn’t how I thought it’d go.”
“You thought about our first night together?”
She palms Agatha’s face away, knowing full well that she was beaming with pride without having to even look at her.
They fall into a comfortable silence together. Their breathing syncs naturally, Agatha laying her head back down next to Rio’s while still on top of her. Everything was right, feeling as it should. They might’ve taken a while to get to this point, but it was all worth it.
On the precipice of sleep, Agatha shifts down off of Rio’s body only to be swatted at with a barely raised hand. “Stay.”
Agatha freezes, looking everywhere in the room but at Rio underneath her. The woman she just had begging and pleading wanted her to stay buried inside of her. Her lips quiver from the internal fight against grinning from ear to ear.
“Okay, baby,” Agatha settles back on top of Rio, pushing her hips the rest of the way into Rio’s to make sure she was still inside of her. “We’ll have to clean up later, though.”
Rio doesn’t respond verbally. Instead, she wraps her legs around the back of Agatha’s and locks her ankles together. She nuzzles her nose into the top of Agatha’s head and drifts off to sleep.
Rio Vidal and Agatha Harkness were together as the universe intended.
Summary: It doesn't hurt to lie about your wedding anniversary to get a free dessert does it? It doesn't hurt to keep pretending you're married to celebrate your anniversary night does it?
Pairings: Detective Agnes O'Connor/Agent Vidal
Rating: Mature (NSFW)
Inspo: White Wedding by Billy Idol
*Italicized parts are lyrics from song inspo above*
@agathaallalongweek
"I hope you two have a wonderful anniversary!"
Agnes stopped mid-chew of her steak as the waiter placed down a plate with expensive looking cake and two dessert forks for them to share. There was a lit sparkler shoved right in the middle of the dessert; Vidal beamed up at the waiter and gave him their thanks. Agnes waited for them to be alone once more before swallowing the chunk of meat in her mouth.
"Oh, come on...free cake!"
Vidal whispered as she picked up the dessert fork to dig in. She waited for the sparkler to die out before removing it and placing it onto her napkin. Agnes finished chewing and swallowed her dinner, nodding her head as her eyebrows rose up questionably.
"Anniversary of?..."
She put her fork down and stared at the dessert fork in front of her, wondering if she should play into whatever little game Vidal was playing here. The restaurant was highbrow enough and now for sure, they were going to be deemed suspicious if they ever came back here and pulled the same stunt again.
"Of us, silly...come on, have some of our anniversary cake...we are celebrating oh...how long as it been, my handsome wife?"
Vidal smiled before scooping up another little piece of cake and popping it into her mouth. She closed her lips around the fork and smiled again. She loved nothing more than to push Agnes' buttons and make her squirm just a little; filling her mind with thoughts that were usually borderline inappropriate. She knew 'wife' would strike a different nerve altogether and was right about it as she watched Agnes adjust the collar of her shirt.
"Depends on who you ask, doesn't it?"
Agnes finally picked up the dessert fork but hesitated as she continued to watch Vidal enjoy herself. Obviously this was more than just a ruse to get free cake; Vidal always had other motives for doing things like this. Usually, Agnes mused as she swiped up a piece of cake with her fork, it meant that Vidal wanted to push some sort of limit they had never pushed before.
"Well...we should finish up and head back home, shouldn't we? Anniversary nights and whatnot..."
Agnes scoffed as she set her fork down and nodded her head; mind already churning with what could possibly await them when they got home. Vidal was without a doubt up to something and now Agnes was burning to know exactly what.
There ain't nothin' sure in this world/There ain't nothin' safe in this world
Agnes parked the car in their driveway and waited for Vidal to get out before she got out and locked the car behind them. Vidal was making her way up the walkway to the front door; taking care not to trip on the stones with her heels. Agnes was right behind her with a cautious hand outstretched just in case Vidal stumbled back.
"Let me get the door for you..."
Agnes quickly offered as Vidal stopped in her tracks, letting Agnes move by her to fish her keys out of her pocket to open the door. Vidal eyed Agnes up and down; smiled at the thought that the woman standing in front of her with her dress pants and dress shirt was all hers.
"You should carry me inside, Romeo...it is our anniversary after all..."
Vidal was only half teasing with her words as Agnes half turned just enough to allow Vidal to walk past her and inside. But, Vidal stood there and sized up Agnes instead. The detective could feel her face flush as she took the liberty now to glance over Vidal and the always beautiful, always stunning dress and heel combination she would piece together for nights out like this. Agnes swore it was her superpower to always look so fucking good without even having to try.
Agnes moved swiftly back to her position behind Vidal but closer; close enough to bend her knees and lift Vidal up into her arms. Vidal fell into it with ease, with knowing. She allowed Agnes to carry her bridal style into the house. She watched over Agnes' shoulder as the detective used the back of her foot to close the door behind them as they now stood in the hallway. Vidal turned her head so that she was looking at the side of Agnes' face. The agent leaned in and gently pressed a kiss to Agnes' temple.
"Take me up to bed, handsome..."
There ain't nothin' pure in this world/I look for something left in this world
Agnes put Vidal down when they got to their bedroom. She set her down and stood there still, watching Vidal stare into her eyes with nothing but love. Agnes bit her lip as she didn't dare pull her gaze away; some different spark had been ignited between them and Agnes wanted to see now where it would go.
Vidal slipped her heels off before turning herself around so her back was to Agnes. Silently, she brought her right arm up behind her back; signaling silently for Agnes to help her with the zipper. The detective sucked in a breath as she took a step forward and took the metal pull between her fingers before slowly sliding it down. The zipper ended just past the small of Vidal's lower back.
Agnes watched as Agent Vidal slipped out of her dress; watched it slink and bunch to a heap on the floor around her feet. She stepped out from it with her heels still on and turned back around to face Agnes.
"I thought white would be appropriate..."
Agnes' eyes went wide as she realized the underwear set Vidal was wearing. White lace that was purposefully revealing and purposefully see-through in all the right places. Agnes licked her lips without thinking about it as she soaked Vidal up. All of this for a fake anniversary?
"Hey..."
Vidal nodded as she watched Agnes' facial expression change from confusion to realization; watched as the detective's face went from uncertainty to full blown lust. Vidal smiled as she took the opportunity to walk backwards slowly until she felt the back of her legs hit their bed. She hoisted herself up slowly; shoes and all and brought out her right hand with her pointer finger curled. She beckoned Agnes to follow.
And Agnes did; of course she did.
She walked towards the bed until she stopped right in front of it; her shins hitting the frame. Vidal sat up on her knees as her other hand came up to join her right to undo the buttons on Agnes' dress shirt. Vidal started from the bottom and worked her way up until she was at Agnes' neck.
Agnes felt Vidal's finger slip in between the notch of her tie before loosening it so she could yank it apart with one pull. Vidal collected it in her hands before she threw it around Agnes' neck. Agnes shrugged her shirt off and felt Vidal yank down on the tie; pulling Agnes down closer and at the same time, making the silk around her neck tight.
"You like that, handsome? You like that feeling of..."
Vidal's words slipped away as she quickly used both of her hands to tie a knot and pull the ends until it pressed hard against Agnes' throat. She watched as the detective's eyes widened and her fingers curled and grip the sheets besides Vidal.
"...me tying the knot? Oh, I bet you do..."
Vidal pulled even tighter and watched Agnes' eyes close and mouth open. The two of them weren't that big into choking or being choked but when the opportunity arose; Vidal was there to take it so long as Agnes was willing to receive it.
"We should do this more often...you and me, posing as a married couple...we could even get rings to wear when we go out...to work..."
A choking sound filled the bedroom as Agnes tried to reply despite her neck being compromised by compression. She felt like her nails were going to burrow holes through the sheets with how hard she was gripping onto the fabric; trying to get some semblance of balance as she hung over Vidal.
It was sudden but Agnes felt the ease around her neck for a hot second before it came again. She opened her eyes to see that Vidal had made one end of the tie longer that was still in her hand and the other end short and almost knotted around her neck. Agnes was going to open her mouth to speak until Vidal beat her to it.
"Kneel."
And Agnes did; of course she did.
She moved down as much as she could before she watched Vidal shift herself and slink off of the bed to stand in front of Agnes; the toe of her heel against Agnes' knees. She pulled on the tie which forced Agnes to look up at her; Vidal's dark hair and the stark white of her underwear set. Agnes felt like her brain was going to explode with so many different sensations and emotions rushing through her.
"Do you like being my wife?"
And Agnes nodded without a second thought.
"Do you like belonging to me?"
And Agnes nodded a second time and felt the burn of the carpet on her knees.
"Do you like it when I use you?"
And Agnes nodded for a third time as she felt the tie get tighter around her neck as Vidal started to move her legs.
Agnes would have to follow and she knew it.
Nothing but hot shame filled her and then a quick release of desire as she crawled along the carpet. She knew Vidal was smirking at her as she led her around the room; around the bed to the other side. The corner of the room where the standing mirror was placed; Vidal wanted to show her off this way.
Agnes lifted her head to look up at herself in the mirror, to see her position. She could see the flush in her cheeks and felt the burn behind her skin. The length of the tie was up and behind the back of her head to where Vidal was holding onto the other end.
"Do you see that, Agnes? How handsome you are when you're down on your knees for me and only me?"
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Agatha All Along (TV)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Agatha Harkness/Rio Vidal
Characters: Agatha Harkness, Rio Vidal, Evanora Harkness, Jennifer Kale
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Soulmate-Identifying Marks, Angst and Feels, Bittersweet Ending, AAA Week | Agatha All Along Week, AAA Week: Soulmates/Soulmarks
Series: Part 9 of Agatha All Along Week 2025
Summary:
Agatha stole a book from one of their coven members a few weeks later that had several pages in it about soulmates. According to the book, marks that had any symbol of Death on them - bones, primarily, or wilted plants, or green fire - were considered bad omens. The people who bore them were dangerous, often violent, and a few had turned on the very community that had raised them.
More often, though, their communities turned on them. Those with Death marks seemed to be marked for death, one way or another.
Is having a soul mark from Death a blessing or a curse? Four hundred years later, Agatha's still figuring it out.
Agatha is the best damn waitress in Westview. She's funny, charming, personable, and she can handle a serving tray like nobody's business. She will give you the best service you've ever had if you treat her with respect.
But if you don't...well, you'll find out soon enough what will happen.
(Just ask Jen Kale)
When a cute, nerdy woman walks in, Agatha is immediately smitten, but her dreams of sweeping the cute patron off her feet are crushed when a man follows her into the diner and it turns out that they're on a date. Ew. Gross.
Agatha is nothing if not professional, though, so she'll keep it in her pants as she serves this very odd couple, even while barely concealing her attraction for the odd little bean of a woman...and her increasingly douchey date.
Spring, at last, has arrived, with an easy breeze and the scent of flowers in the air. Such a scent had only increased tenfold since the new florists had opened up next to, right next to Three Of Pentacles . It was nice, Agatha had mumbled, to not be stuck to that gross, old building anymore. The name was displayed in sweeping green serif, The White Rose , along with the logo, a skull with entwined green and purple flowers.
The flower shop had been there for a few months now, yet its owner was never seen out of her floral haven. For whatever reason that eluded Agatha Harkness, she hadn’t met the florist. She didn’t know anything about this mysterious person. And she didn’t like not knowing things.
“She’s changed the display again,” remarked Jen, pulling on her apron.
“Who?” Agatha’s interest was piqued. Maybe a bit of gossip would be the thing to actually wake her up.
“Who do you think I mean?” Jen chuckled. “Your florist.”
“She’s not my florist.” Against her will, Agatha’s cheeks heated up and grew to be tinted with pink. “I’ve never even met her. Only Lilia has. When she first moved in. Whatever the business version of a house warming is.”
Jen burst into laughter. “Oh, Agatha. You’re hopeless. Crushing on someone you’ve never met?”
“It’s not a crush . I am...” Agatha’s voice trailed off, trying to find the words to defend herself. “Merely intrigued.”
“Intrigued,” Jen echoed. “Just intrigued ?”
Agatha sniffed, sweeping her dark hair out of her face, “Of course.”
Jen’s snarky barb was cut off by the ever familiar twinkling of the café door. Agatha turned around, heart soaring, leaping in her chest. After so long, this could be her chance to meet the elusive woman. And-
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Agatha All Along (TV)
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Agatha Harkness/Rio Vidal, Agatha Harkness & Rio Vidal
Characters: Agatha Harkness, Rio Vidal, Alice Wu-Gulliver
Additional Tags: AAA Week 2025, AAA Week 2025 Day 1, jealous Agatha, modern day AU, no powers, agatha is jealous, Rio owns a coffee shop, Alice is a baker, Rio is having none of Agatha’s attitude
Series: Part 1 of Agatha All Along Week 2025
Summary:
Agatha goes to visit her wife at work like usual, but unusually she finds someone else stood talking to her.
A modern day coffee shop au for Day 1 of AAA Week!
