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What is R's profession?
When and how she met agathario?
This will be revealed in a Cooties ‘prequel’. Stay tuned for the origin story of Cootie-verse Agatha x Rio x Reader!!
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https://www.tumblr.com/anyshowwitharainbow/783281468880355329/hello-sailor-nsfw?source=share
MY LORD??????? I was just looking for some nice smut with these three... But THIS *incoherent coughing*
not to mention how... EXCITED I was while reading it... guess where was my had hehehe
😵💫😵💫😵💫
I am so glad you ate it up😭 I was nervous to post it for a hot min but I’m so glad i did. Shew…missing this fic. Thank you anon!!
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Also I have everyone’s prompts and trust they’re all getting at least a little something!! I haven’t forgotten I promise!
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Me writing part 4 of cooties rn. I can’t wait for y’all to read it.😭
#agatha all along#agathario#agatha all along fanfic#aubrey plaza#kathryn hahn#rio vidal#agatha harkness#rio x reader#agatha x reader#anyshowwitharainbow#agatha x rio x reader#agatha x rio x you#cooties#cootie verse
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🧎bestieeeee. Everybody read or else😭 part 2 part 2 part 2!!!


🥛Milk Block & Cut Strawberries 🍓
Request 🦊 : 1. reader/us refuses to nurse, and agatha gets a little irritated, but she lets it go for now. (i even made a few dialouge) "sweetheart, it's time for your milk" - ags - "but mommy i don't want to" - reader and rio is just watching this happening. i was thinking that reader/us is a little shit sometimes and because we doesn't want to nurse, agatha's mood switches and she basically snaps at everyone. let's say that we haven't nursed in like two to three days, and finally we just give in. hehe i will send in more requests, and ughhh i think you just gave me a nursing kink 💔💔 but i love you anyway. 🦊




WARNING : Nursing / Breastfeeding Kink / Mommy Kink / Daddy Kink / Daddy Rio / Mommy Aggie / BDSM 24/7 / Found Family / Coven Loves R / LGBT and Pride Talk / Jen insert in queer history / Queer Coven of Witches / Cordelia/Misty Mentioned / BDSM Contracts / Reader is a Sag/ Reader is afraid / Anxiety meds and fear of letting people in / Witch Holiday is an actual Holiday/ Upset R and Aggie / Happy Pride Month Ya'll🏳️🌈🏳️⚧️
I don't know why I can't make a story one shot right now. Everything is a fucking series and I need to be locked up.
🦊 I hope you don’t hate me. I finally finished your list my friend. I hope you forgive me for taking forever. I love you, and your kinky brain. This fucking took me an eternity to think of how I wanted to do it. But I hope you like part 1.🦊 kink is safe with me friend.
You're deliberately kind
You make efforts to share your time
You're not afraid of your feelings
And you're not afraid of mine
I never knew love could be soft
I never knew love could be light
You had so much on your plate for the past three days. You were getting the last of it done, and you were convinced Agatha was about to kill Rio because of you.
You were in charge of the coven to get June 11: Full Strawberry Moon celebration ready. It meant Sagittarius, your sign, and focus on ambition, discipline, and achieving long-term goals. This was really important to you, you are a Sagittarius. Therefore it was your job. And Agatha was losing her mind.
Let’s take it back three days before.
Monday:
Lilia poured you tea and you bounced back and forth on your feet. Rio was reading ‘The Amityville Horror.’ She’d decided to read all of your favorite books this year, and so far she’d ready twenty six off of your list. And something about it was insanely intimate.
Agatha was sitting in Rio’s lap half listening, but not really. She was reading over Rio’s shoulder, she’d secretly been stealing from your book stack. Though she didn’t want to admit to Rio’s good idea yet.
Turns out dating a witch and Death was truly the most any partner had ever tried to woo you. They were both extremely dedicated in different ways to romancing you. They actually put in effort, learning you, and figuring out what brand of love worked for you. How you liked to be touched, how you like your eggs in the morning, and what things to never say in an argument.
Rio and Agatha had been together for centuries, so when they asked you on a date you were confused. You’d been polyamorous before, as you’d shared with them, but you didn’t think they had been.
Turns out, they hadn’t ever before you. Which was also mind-altering information.
You were a baby witch, technically in the coven.
You were in your late twenties, out of college, and had accidentally moved to this shitty town after the hex. You were older than Billy, you’d turned into a big sister to him in fact. But you were nowhere near as old as Agatha and you never got a straight answer on how old Rio was.
So it had been a shock.
Their mutual attraction to you.
You’d met the coven after their stint on The Road. You’d been recruited by Alice in a bookstore actually. You’d come for the magic, not the friendship, not the found family. None of that was something you thought possible.
Falling in love with Agatha and Rio was not on your radar. And when they asked you out, you were sure you were being punked.
But here you are, two years into dating them, and about two years and four months into the coven. And Jen and Lilia had decided you’d be the one to get all of the Strawberry Moon prep.
When Lilia poured your tea and Jen told you you were practically giddy.
“Oh maiden’s tit, please don’t jump for joy,” Jen said but she was smiling at you.
“ARE YOU SERIOUS?” You shouted, and Lilia put one hand over her bad ear, the one next to said vampire bite.
Billy wrapped his arms around you! And you both jumped up and down, much to the coven's delight. Lilia always said having youthful witches around made the craft all the better. Seeing it through your eyes for the first time made her feel like a girl again.
You all were in Lilia’s tiny apartment, which she was moving out of next month, thank fuck. But you agreed to meet here the last time, before you all moved her shit for her into a new place. Jen and Lilia with standing in the kitchen with you as Alice made another dinner.
Agatha and Rio were on the uncomfortable armchair, Agatha’s legs fell over the side as she sat in Death’s lap like a cat taking an afternoon nap.
“Wait what day is it?” Billy asked, suddenly upset.
“June eleventh.” Alice said, and she reached into Lilia’s tiny oven and pulled out dinner she’d made.
“NO!” You and Billy both shouted, and Jen and Lilia flinched at the volume again .
“Hey! Can we use our inside voices, little witches?” Alice says in her ex cop voice and you and Billy both look sorry.
“What do you two have going on, that none of us are doing?” Jennifer asked and you heard the jealousy in her tone.
“Pride is the twelfth! We were going to go for two days!” Billy shouted again and Alice arched an auntie eyebrow and he shushed himself by covering his mouth.
“What is pride?” Lilia asks turning to Jen and Alice for help but they both open their mouth and Billy responds.
“It’s not here in town. We were going to drive to the city and get fucked up-”
Rio dropped her book against her chest but Agatha was already getting up to come talk now, suddenly very interested in the conversation.
You hadn’t told either of your girlfriends what you were going to do yet.
“Billy, what part of I need to talk to my girlfriends first before you bring it up at coven tonight did you not get from my text?” You state the text verbatim and glare at the young gay boy.
“Probably the part where I open my mouth and out us, sorry.” Billy makes his signature oops face and you sigh and feel Agatha’s hand on your lower back and you turn.
“Hi.” You whisper, and she arches an eyebrow like ‘you can do better than that, talk fast.’
“Can someone tell me what is a Pride?” Lilia tried again and Jen looked to Alice for permission to explain, but Billy once again spoke.
“It’s a celebration of queer people, it’s a whole month thing but..like there’s parades across the world. It’s to celebrate everyone, but there’s like a huge party. There’s gonna be drag queens performing, tons of gay men dancing, lesbians probably wearin leather and strap ons on floats! Planned Parenthood will have a booth for sure! The transgender floats are always so cool. I asked Eddie, but he can’t go this year, he’s got family stuff.”
“We have a pride in New Jersey?” Alice asked now squinting at you, as if it was your job to tell her and you failed.
“I suppose humanity is learning some form of kindness then.” Lilia muses but sips her tea, she has the knowledge that queer people have always been, and always will be. Where Billy is just experiencing this for the first time.
“Kinda fucked though, right?” Jen says, and you feel Agatha pulling the back of your leather belt, ready to talk privately.
“Aren’t you bisexual?” Billy says he doesn't get her point, and Jen looks offended at him.
“I’m not saying that there shouldn’t be a pride teen. I’m saying that celebrating queer history is good and all, but if you have watched the news lately, we still have a fucking long way to go. And I don’t know if a bunch of floats is really appropriate. You are a teenager, you weren’t even alive for the 80’s, I was there. I went to the protests, I lost my friends.” Jen says, and she’s got a look in her eyes now, one you know well. Alice takes the oven mitt off to rub the back of Jennifer's arm and it seems to help her a little.
“That’s why it’s so important to gather, important for Billy to experience, right?” Alice tilts her head to look at Jen now. “To celebrate who he is, you fought and paved the way, so they could be safe and celebrate together. That is a pretty good reason to have a party, yeah?”
“Jen…Do you maybe wanna go?” Billy asks and you hold your breath and Jen pretends to play coy, looking to the side.
“We should all go.” Alice states and Lilia looks excited at the idea of half dressed people on floats.
“A word.” Agatha says, but you don’t break away right away to her and Rio, who’s tapping her foot on the floor like an angry Dad.
“I was at Stonewall, you know,” Jen says, and Billy’s eyes grow ten sizes.
“NO WAY!”
“I was living in New York at the time, I had friends…we didn’t know it was going to be a riot.” Jen shrugs like she isn’t a part of history. Billy throws his arms around her, and she doesn’t hug back immediately.
“Thanks.” Billy whispers and you swear you see Jen shed a tear but she wraps her arms around the queer teenager.
“Of course.” She responds, and you feel Agatha tug you harder, and you are quickly swept out the door by Rio and Aggie.
“Damn ow! What?” You say and Agatha is glaring at your tone and you bite your lip now.
You three had engaged pretty quickly into a kink BDSM dynamic.
And what had been a small secret quickly became your 24/7 life, and it was insanely intimate and sexy. All of it you’d talked about in length, and a contract sat at your three’s home, Rio took a knife and stabbed it into your bedroom wall. Which was insanely hot, and Agatha couldn’t even find it in her to complain about it.
More on that later.
“Sorry for my tone Mommy.” You whisper, and Agatha softens only an inch, but you and Rio both know it’s a huge amount.
Cars pass outside of Lilia’s store front/apartment.
“When were you going to bring this up?” Agatha asks, and Rio folds her arms over her chest. They are a perfect picture of upset Domme’s telling their submissive ‘no.’
You try not to smile or focus on how their disciplinary stance makes you aroused.
“Um, I needed to see if I could even take off work.”
This was another point of tension; you worked at a book store two towns over. This really upset Agatha. Who tried to tell you that you needed to quit. At first she’d told you that she and Rio had access to a huge amount of funds. You never asked how or why they did, but you knew it was true.
You’d pushed them off about this, after a month of dating you noticed Agatha’s car in your work parking lot. Then you noticed Rio sitting on a bench the next day.
Then they started to come into the large book store. You rolled your eyes when your coworker and friend told you; ‘Those two MILFS must think that you are cute, because they won’t stop staring at you.’
Your co-workers quickly learned that they were your girlfriends and you’d just used the excuse of ‘they’re overly protective.’
You had to fence a lot of questions for their stalking attitude. But in truth, you realized Agatha and Rio didn’t like you unprotected two towns over.
But you continued to go to work, and they continued to follow you. Eventually, you just asked if they wanted to use the same car, ya know, carpool to work.
Eventually, Rio got bored and started to read. You’d told her she picked up a bad book, hence the book recommendations. Agatha started bringing your favorite coworker coffee when she brought you your afternoon cup.
The owners even started to like them there. People didn’t steal as much with Rio’s angry glances.
But Agatha never settled on you working and Rio’s eyes would lift off the book to stare at the emergency exits. You knew they were waiting for trouble.
“You didn’t think to talk to us?” Rio says, and it sounds more hurt than you were expecting.
“We’ve never really, I mean..Since we started dating, I haven’t really spent a lot of time away…and I thought I should bring it up only if I could even get the time off.” You shrug, and both of them look upset.
“Leather and Strap On’s,” Agatha repeated the key terms she took away from Billy’s excitement of Pride. You threw your hands up, ok yeah. But that wasn’t really Pride. He was a teenager so that was what he saw.
“So yes, there are those things, but that’s not all it is.”
“Getting fucked up.” Rio repeated the part that upset her too.
“Have either of you ever been?” You tried not, and Agatha ground her jaw and Rio nodded.
“Yeah, I’m old baby. I’ve been, I’ve been to a lot of parties. And I know this is important. But I also don’t like the idea of you getting fucked up hours away from us. It’s not the Pride part that I’m worried about.” Rio says, and Agatha turns to glare at her partner. And you haven’t seen this a lot before. Rio and Agatha banter and bicker, but when it came to rules for you, they were usually pretty similar.
“You're not?” Agatha seethes.
“No, I’m worried about what happens at parties. I’ll go with you, Aggie you can stay if you want.” Rio steps in relationship shit in that moment.
“Hell no, what makes you think I’ll stay while you two go?” Agatha grinds out in irritation and Rio’s eyebrows go so far up her forehead she knows she’s fucked up now.
“Can we do this at home, after the coven meeting, please?” You ask, and they both look at you like they want to disagree, but Agatha opens the door for you and you walk back inside.
Jen is on Lilia’s old ass ipad ordering an outfit for pride and Lilia and Billy are talking about queer history. Alice looks happy you’ve re-joined the group.
“Dinner is getting cold, Strawberry girl!” Alice nicknames you, and you are not happy to say that the name sticks for the next two centuries after today.
When you get home, Rio unlocks the door, Agatha kicks off her boots and you start up the stairs to the bedroom.
It takes about twenty-five minutes of you all going about your nightly routine for Rio to break the silence.
You take off your jeans in the bathroom, and Rio’s got a mouth full of toothpaste she makes from herbs. Somehow she stays minty for so fucking long, so you started to steal her toothpaste, Death pretends not to notice.
She points her toothbrush at you now after she spits into the sink.
“You don’t keep stuff from us. That’s why Aggie and I are most upset. It’s another thing you do, that pushing us away thing.” Rio said and she goes to brush the back of her teeth.
You are taking out your earrings, which were Agatha’s earrings, and you were putting them back into her jewlery box.
“It wasn’t malicious.” You state, and Rio shakes her head.
“Doesn’t matter, we don’t do that.” Rio reminds you of one of the rules and you know it well.
Agatha walks into the bathroom with her hair up on her head to wash her face. She’s already in her floral robe, as she sleeps naked, and you love this fact. Agatha demanded that when you moved in for you to sleep naked next to her, and it turned out Rio and Agatha liked access to you all the time.
“You didn’t tell the truth.” Agatha picks up the conversation, and you know she’s got crazy good hearing. You know, because Rio had gotten you in trouble two months into your kink relationship. You’d been sitting watching the animated Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse. And Rio had asked you if you found Doc Ock sexy. You didn’t know Rio had been setting you up for a punishment. So you smiled and said she was super sexy, her voice did things to your pussy.
Agatha’s super sonic hearing meant she heard you, and Aggie was a very jealous dom. So she spent the next four hours making you plead, beg, and whimper sorry to her. As she repeated back ‘Does your animated girlfriend do this to your pussy?’ While she fucked you with abandon, and Rio smirked and watched.
Agatha knew when you were sad because she could hear the lyrics in your AirPods.
So, yeah, Agatha could hear everything, this didn’t freak you out anymore.
“I didn’t not tell the truth!” You tried as Agatha bent over and splashed water on her face. Rio just wiped the toothpaste off her bottom lip with a washcloth and scoffed. You heard how petulant it sounded now. “I was going to tell you.”
“Close only counts in hand grenades and horseshoes baby girl.” Rio tells you and walks out naked and you stare at her ass as it sways away from you.
“God that is such a fucking Dad thing to say.” You mumble and walk to your sink. Yes magic was wonderful, you had three sinks. Taking out your night time anti anxiety meds. Agatha always looked a little nervous when you took them but she wasn’t watching you as she scrubbed her face now.
“It’s Daddy to you!” Rio corrected.
Fuck the two of them heard everything.
When you three were done you crawled into bed as Agatha lifted the blanket for you to take your spot in the middle of the bed. You tried to ignore your need to be a brat.
When Agatha laid down and opened her arms for you to come over and nurse. You hesitated and she looked ready to say something.
Backstory was important for this.
See this; was something you two had stumbled on.
You’d made the first move, two weeks into date nights. You asked when Agatha and Rio wanted to fuck. Rio choked on her dinner, and Agatha’s face seemed to need a minute to catch up, like a loading screen.
Rio was the first to move, she put her hand up for the waiter and she mouthed ‘check?’ You three got home at lightning speed and fucked for about two hours, two hours of incredible orgasms, when the words slipped out.
“Fuck me Mommy.” You whimpered just as Agatha thrust her magic strap on inside you, and she stopped. You bit your lip, and Rio stopped biting your chest and raised her face to see you.
Everything stopped.
You panicked.
“I mean..I’m sorry! I’m so so sorry! I ruined it.” You said and you scrambled off the bed. Their minds short-circuited a second time.
But your panic didn’t do the same, you grabbed your clothes and fucking RAN out of their house.
You didn’t go home though; you went to Alice’s.
You pounded on her apartment door and you must have looked like a mess because when she opened the door, you were sobbing and your dress wasn’t even all the way zipped.
“Oh honey!” Alice exclaimed, and she grabbed you by the shoulders as you cried and fell onto her bed. Alice made you hot cocoa, and you both sat cross-legged on her bed.
“You know, you can tell me anything right?”
“Not this.” You mumbled and blew on the mug. Alice had offered you clothes and a hug, but you told her nothing could touch you right now. You were humiliated and overstimulated. So she didn’t touch, she just wanted you to talk.
“Did Agatha and Rio do this? Did they hurt you, because I swear on the divine mother if they-” Alice went into protective sister action so fast, and you loved her for it. But you shook your head and cried.
“No, they…they didn’t do anything wrong.” You say dejectedly.
“You know, I can’t be a good protection witch, if you don’t let me protect.” Alice teased hoping you’d open up.
“You can’t protect me from myself.” You say offhandedly.
“Oh, sweetheart, you obviously don’t understand what a protection witch is.” She smiles and your heart melts and she reaches over to the bedside table to hand you a box of tissues and you take it.
“We were…having sex…” You said not looking at Alice.
“I’m not a prude, and your stories at coven meetings and our lunch dates tell me you aren’t either. So come on, don’t be shy.” Alice nudges your knee and you put your cocoa down onto her side table.
“I called Agatha something dirty. And it’s a nickname I don’t..I didn’t mean to call her. And it was our first time having sex..and I didn’t ask…and…I don’t want her to think I’m gross for thinking it and saying it. And I’m sure the name might have some trauma for her…..” You trail off, and Alice doesn’t need you to say it, she gets it now.
“There’s nothing wrong with consenting adults doing and saying things, you know?” Alice tries to detangle your shame.
“I didn’t want them to know.” You look to her quilt like it has answers.
“Right, but you like them and they fucking love you already. So what if it isn’t wrong or bad? What did they say?”
Your fingers are wet with clammy sweat.
“Nothing.”
“Babe, please tell me you didn’t duck tail and fucking run out of their house.”
You cringe and Alice looks genuinely worried now.
“I couldn’t listen to them reject me!”
“Oh you are such a Sagittarius, always running, always ugh! Okay listen to me, if this was a fucking mortal sexy kink scene. And a mortal friend told you that they ran out in the middle of sex, without talking to their sex partners, the fucking… I’m guessing.. first time they had sex together? What would you say?”
Your face turned colors and Alice nodded seeing your brain click.
“Oh shit.” You gulp.
“Now, if all of that isn't enough. It wasn’t mortals. You ran away from Agatha Harkness and Death herself. And neither of them have been fucking open with anyone in I don’t know how many centuries. And they opened up to you, and were fucking asking Jennifer what kind of flowers you liked for dates…..And you ran tonight, as soon as the clothes came off. You didn’t even let them tell you if they liked the name or not!” Alice exclaims and you are standing up and looking around for your keys.
“Oh yeah, and also they’re murderous and unhinged cosmic beings who are probably setting fire to a town right now. I should check the news actually. There may not be a town!” Alice turns to find her phone but you are already opening the door to Jen in her pajamas.
“FOUND HER!” Jen yells and Rio’s big bicker boots make pounding noises as she takes the stairs three at a time to find you.
She doesn’t wait, doesn’t ask questions she just throws her arms around you. Like she was terrified you weren’t ok.
“Hi.” You whisper into her neck and she squeezes you tight.
You blink and you are portaled by Death back to the bedroom. Agatha is in her signature floral robe and she’s pacing.
When Rio let’s go of you you feel super dizzy. She catches you around the hips.
“Easy little witch, first time portal is always a little much. Stare at the lamp.” Rio pulls your hair back and you try not to throw up.
“You just left! You didn’t even, you didn’t even give us a chance! You just left!” Agatha shouts and you wince.
“My love, let’s give her a minute.” Rio says seeing you turn her signature color of green.
“You can’t just run like that! I mean, you didn’t even give me a minute! What if you had gotten hurt? We didn’t even know where you went! You just ran!”
“Aggie, sweetheart I’m going to move her to the bathroom. I think she’s gonna throw up.” Rio lifts you quickly and brings you to the bathroom and holds your hair back as you throw up. “Fuck, my littlesunflower, I’m sorry. I should have made Jen drive us back. Aggie was ready to kill the whole neighborhood. I just figured the faster I got you home the better.” Rio tells you as she rubs your back and you loose the expensive dinner they’d bought you earlier this evening.
“Baby, breathe through your nose,” Agatha says snapping out of her upset as soon as she saw you in distress over the toilet bowl. She sat to your left on the floor, and Rio had you in her lap. The two held your hair and rubbed your back.
Later, they made you tea and force fed you saltines as you wouldn’t look either of them in the eye.
“I think I should go.” You whisper, realizing Alice might be right, you have a tendency to run.
“No.” Both Rio and Agatha say at the same time.
Rio looks at Aggie and then runs down the stairs, coming back with a paper and pen.
“You’ve done this before?” You asked looking at the paper, knowing she wants a contract.
“No, Agatha and I have never...we’ve never done this with anyone,” Rio says and Agatha looks down at the paper like it’s a dragon but she takes it and the pen Rio has tucked in clenched fist.
“Maybe this isn’t a good idea then?” You tell them, and Agatha’s face turns to disbelief.
“How could you say that?”
“You two have worked for a long time, why me? I’m nobody.” You say and set the tea cup down and Rio and Agatha stared at you like you had three heads now. The paper had nothing on you.
“You are so wrong, how terrible that you actually believe that,” Rio says first, and Agatha opens and closes her mouth before choosing her words.
“You are everything.”
You blink up at her, confused, no one had ever said those words to you. And your not sure what to do about it.
You three made the contract that night, and Rio kissed you both and then stabbed the paper into the wall.
And a few days later you were having an intimate, sleepy moment with Agatha after morning sex. She noticed how you loved to suck on her nipples, half asleep, half awake. It felt intensely intimate, so she tried a little magic.
And you yelped when you tasted her milk the first time.
“Oh my fuck! What did I do!” You tried to leap off of Agatha, but she grabbed you around the shoulders.
“Easy! Damn you hop off me faster than Senior Scratchy, we should call you Bunny. Relax, baby, I was just curious if you would like it.” Agatha said, though her voice waivered, and you realized….Agatha was nervous.
“You…you did it for me?” You tried but Agatha grabbed both of your hands and pulled you back to lay naked against her chest.
“Let’s just try it, ok?” Agatha said, and you were suspicious to say the least, but you moved your mouth to her nipple slowly, waiting for Agatha to yell and push you away. Tell you you were disgusting and this was wrong.
But Agatha sighed at the contact, and you saw her relax more than you’d ever seen before into the mattress. Her fingers played with your hair and she watched you with a dreamy look.
It became a staple in your house.
Rio fucking loved it.
You ached for it.
And Agatha couldn’t get enough.
She was constantly taking you into private spaces to have you nurse just for twenty minutes. It didn’t matter if you were at Alice’s, a coven meeting, at work, or watching a movie. Agatha found it therapeutic, and she told you why eventually.
“I can do it for you, it relaxes me, it relaxes you. You….you need me in that moment.” Agatha didn’t meet your eyes, but you kissed her hard to tell her you did.
You felt more connected than ever before. Rio whispered to Agatha one night as you nursed, and Death held your naked body from behind.
“It’s like we were always missing her, this piece….it’s like she brings light and peace….and…I can’t let her go Aggie.” Rio admitted, and your eyes were closed and you were just about to drift off.
“We won’t, not ever,” Agatha promised.
So here we were, on Monday.
Agatha opened her arms to you and you scrunched your nose. Which took her for a spin.
“Not tonight, I’m sleepy.” Now that was a lie, and both Rio and Agatha’s ears pricked up at that. But you rolled onto your tummy and hid in the pillow.
Agatha didn’t move for two whole minutes. And you felt horrible.
But Rio pushed your body into Agatha’s. Rio didn’t like this one bit, she knew you were being a brat. But she also knew this was your and Aggie’s thing.
So as you fell against Agatha’s naked body, you felt the two of them curl around you, and you knew they were communicating with their minds. But you just tried to sleep.
Tuesday:
You snuck out of the house; you didn’t need to work until 2pm. So you left a note for Agatha, and grabbed your keys walking out.
Rio was in the front yard planting something new and you reached out and grabbed her ass and she turned, never one to be snuck up on. Taking out one of her airpods, the ones she stole from you.
“What are you listening to?”
“Death Metal.” She fibbed and you glared at her, you learned from Agatha what it looked like when Death lied. It was an endlessly interesting thing to notice. Rio didn’t lie big; she liked to lie to you to see if you could catch it. But she always fessed up. Like a long game of Poker your lady.
“NPR?” you guessed, and Rio’s mouth twitched in entertainment. You reached into her butt pocked for your old ipod to see what she was listening to.
“Holy shit! Lady Death! Are you listening to Disco? ABBA!” You laugh and Rio grabs your ipod back and puts it in her back pocket.
“You keep Daddy’s secret or I’ll spank you raw.”
“Ha! Who am I gonna tell Aggie? She already knows your secrets.” You say, and Rio looks towards the house and then at you, and you think she’s about to drop some deep thing, as she tends to do.
“You done being a brat?” She says, instead and you reach in your pocket for your keys.
“I gotta go! I’ll pick up burritos if I get back in time!” You start walking backwards towards your car and Rio’s face morphs into a million things.
“You don’t have to work until later, where are you going?” Rio looks like she’s ready to drop her stuff to come with you.
“I’m going to Lilia’s to start planning the coven meeting.”
“Strawberry girl, you know you can’t hide forever!” Rio shouts, and you run back to her and she looks less anxious. You lean up to kiss her on her gorgeous lips and she hums into the kiss, liking where this is going. Her dirty hands grab your ass to pull you closer but you break the kiss and run.
“BYE!”
“HEY! DADDY’S NOT LIKING THIS BEHAVIOR! Wh- and she’s gone.” Rio says, just as you shut your car door and blast your phone Bluetooth to the speakers. You turn the music up obnoxiously loud as she rounds the car to watch you pull out.
You waive, and she does the sam,e though the look on her face isn’t pleased.
You leave to go to Lilias.
The two of you get a lot of the stuff planned, and Lilia is happy to help you. She even has lemon cake ready for you and you munch on it as she shuffles the Tarot deck.
You’d been there for an hour, and you two had meal planned, and circle planned and now she was ready for you to ask.
“I don’t have a question.”
“Don’t lie to Mama Calderu now, Strawberry girl.”
“Why is everyone calling me that now?” You say annoyed.
“Because, you are a Sagittarius and the moon is a Strawberry Moon. Besides, you are so sweet it fits. You fell in love with the deity that makes things grow. You are juicy, you laugh loudly, and are always barefoot and running through the grass. You are the embodiment of joy.” Lilia beams at you, and you feel like an impostor. Like she see’s something in you, a lie.
“I’m not that.” You say pushing the lemon cake away now.
Lilia reaches across the table and grabs your hand in hers.
“You are that and so much more.”
“I’m….broken.” You say, and she gives you a reassuring but sad smile.
“No, but your way of thinking about yourself is. If you let those two love you… the way they want to. If you let this coven in, and you stop running from us. You’d find a whole new sense of belonging, kiddo.”
She tells you, and you don’t mean to cry.
“Old habits.” You try as an apology.
“We all know, but you are the future of this coven. You already saved Agatha Harkness.”
You shake your head ‘no’ but Lilia nods her head and her curls bounce with her head.
“You are going to argue with the divination witch about the future? That’s rich, you been hanging out with Agatha too much!” She cackles, and you laugh too. Knowing Lilia adores Agatha now, and that they even enjoy each others company.
“I don’t know if..I don’t know how to let them in.” You admit, and Lilia tilts her head towards the cards.
“You got Death and Agatha Harkness to bend to your every whim. They love you more than anything. If you can do that, you can do anything. Now, are you ready to ask?”
You nod and Lilia releases your hands and picks up the deck.
You leave and go to the nearest metaphysical shop.
You scratch the back of your neck as you stare at the candle section.
An older witch walks over to you, you read her quickly and know she’s a tough witch. Her blonde hair and meek stance means jack-shit.
“Can I help you find something?”
“Um…” you say a little skittish and you look over your shoulder.
“Relax, I know who you belong to.” The blonde smiles and you wonder if she means coven or….girlfriends?
“Oh?” Now you wonder if you are in grave danger.
“My wife and I mean you no harm. You are welcome here anytime. The witch community is talking a lot about you.”
“I think you have me confused.” You put back a candle and the witch doesn’t stop you but she doesn’t drop it either.
“I don’t, you are Harkness’s Strawberry.” She smiles affectionately and you pale.
“Is that what I am?” You feel the need to run.
“Are you getting ready for the full moon? Alice called me and let me know you’d be coming by.”
Your shoulders relax when she says Alice and she smiles more now at your obvious ease.
“You scared me.” You grab your stomach and look around to see if anyone else saw you.
“I’m sorry Strawberry girl. I didn’t mean to. I’m Cordelia, my wife Misty over there is dying to meet you.” Cordelia points to the corner where a woman who looks like Stevie Nicks is staring at you and almost vibrating with excitement.
“Me?”
“You are something of a legend now.”
“Really? What do they say?”
“Mostly that you are Harkness's Wife. But also that you are the bringer of sunshine. I guess you have a sort of warmth an aura that makes witches happy. I see it now.” Cordelia shrugs like it’s not a big deal.
“Sorry can you back up, did you say wife?”
“Some who know of her, say you tame and stop Death herself. That you have her eating out of the palm of your hand.” Cordelia leans forward, and you lean back in horror.
“Don’t worry! You are safe here, no judgment at all. Alice was right, you are a skiddish thing. I have your order in the back. But Misty can help if you are looking for something else. Let me go grab it, don’t run, ok?” Cordelia says and you are in shock.
You’d later tell Alice she was an asshole for waiting to introduce you to Misty and Cordelia. You’d later ask them to be there at your wedding, but not today. Today Misty’s energy and Cordelia’s knowing looks freaked you out.
After the longest five hour shift you’d ever had your boss looked glad that you were going home. You usually brought an ease to the book store, but today you were anxious and snapping at others.
So when you clocked out you didn’t linger and bring home a new novel. You got the fuck out of there.
You got home and slammed the car door. You used your key to get in, and as you walked in, you were greeted by Agatha shouting at Jen and Billy.
Jen was standing in front of the teenager who was looking embarrassed; you didn’t need to ask to figure it out.
“THAT IS NOT RIGHT!” Agatha pointed to a frog on your coffee table and Jen had her hands out. Ready to defend the poor teenager.
But they stopped to look at you.
“Tell your girlfriend she owes me big time!” You yell at Jen, and her mouth drops.
“You have a girlfriend?” Billy’s attention span is that of a small rodent, and he forgets Agatha yelling at him.
“Why are you yelling at me now? Your fucking wife is yelling at me and now you!” Jen snaps back louder than before.
“Why is everyone saying that!” You yell at Jen and don’t look at Agatha’s face. But you throw Billy the keys to your car. “Shit is in the trunk!” You stomp up the steps.
But Jen calls out to you.
“WE ARENT EVEN DATING! Whatever-One Harkness screaming is enough!”
But you slam the bedroom door and go into the bathroom to shower. You crank the radio up super loud and try to calm down.
When you dress and emerge back downstairs, Alice has come and she’s setting up the backyard.
“Do we need to talk?” Alice asks, and you are fuming.
“No, go talk to your shop friends about my stupid strawberry girl rumors. Leave me alone.” You seethe and Alice has never experienced you mad at her before. And she’s not sure what to do.
Rio walks in with a popsicle.
“Give her a minute.” She instructs, and Alice walks away with her head hung low.
“You two are really on a roll.” Rio muses and you open the fridge and start pulling out ingredients for prepping tomorrows meals.
“I don’t want to talk.”
“I’m not that easy to get rid of.” Rio challenges and you slam the fridge door and start to cook.
Rio sits on the far edge of the kitchen counter, she’s out of your way, but she’s near.
As people walk into the house to talk to you, she tells them you are busy. And you try to be calm, but you are losing it.
It sounds like Agatha is as well, as she and Jen continue to snap. Agatha has a very short fuse, and she’s not listening to anyone.
“Full moon agitation?” Jen whispers in question to Lilia who doesn’t help, but plays dumb.
You make all the yeast dough, prepping it for tomorrow. You create the citrus sweet tea, you bake the cute muffins, and then you get to tonight’s dinner.
You haven’t spoken in three hours.
Rio eventually hops of the kitchen counter and she helps you make the big dinner, knowing you won’t attack her now.
You two cook in silence, and when you finish, you go outside to the coven who has started the fire pit.
Agatha is not here.
Alice walks to you first with a bottle of tequila in hand.
“I come in peace, I bring booze. I love you more than words, please don’t shut me out. Don’t run from me. I swear the whole state knows about you, I don’t spill your secrets. Don’t be mad?” She begs, and you eye her and take the bottle and chug and Jen and Lilia clap in happiness.
You smile mournfully at Alice and she doesn’t need more form you. She takes the jug back and you sit next to Billy in the grass by the fire.
Dinner is a tense affair though.
Agatha is fuming and not speaking. She’s not drinking, she’s not really eating or speaking, she’s just angry. Rio looks between you two like she’s unsure of how to handle this.
You finish dinner and the talk of a movie rings out.
“No.” Agatha says and it cuts the chatter.
“My love?” Rio asks, though something is clear she knows this won’t go well.
“You don’t wanna watch a queer movie or that movie?” Alice corrected as they walk into the living room to sit.
“No, tomorrow is circle. Tonight, get out.” Agatha says and you can’t believe she said that. But you also really can?
“What?” Jennifer is confused but Lilia grabs her keys.
“Let’s go! Come on a good night sleep will help us all for the parties tomorrow!” Lilia pushes the coven out the door and nods to Rio in condolences.
Agatha is staring at you like she’s about to take a bite out of her strawberry girl.
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But I know that it's worth it because
When I tasted strawberry Mentos, I knew you were the one
I knew you were the one



Poor Rio...She too must wait for part 2.....
Happy 🍓Strawberry Moon 🌕 , Everyone!
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Staaaaahp 🥹 you flatter me. I’m with you 8000%. When I was writing the star science scene I was like ‘this is all I want’ 😭
I’m so glad you enjoyed. Thank you for sharing bestie!!! More Cooties coming soon 🫡
Cooties pt. 3 (NSFW)
Pairing: Agatha Harkness x Rio Vidal x Reader
Summary:
Your wives spend some time with their little bunny. (Recommended songs for +10 coziness: this one and this one and this one.)
Warnings + Tags: 18+ MDNI, fluff and mentions of smut, sick!reader, caring Agatha and Rio, Rio g!p, bottom reader, mommy!Agatha, daddy!Rio, cg/l themes, no mention of pronouns except a few 'they's, clit/pussy/cunt used for reader, pet names, bottle feeding, mentions of breastfeeding
Words: ~4.8k
A/N: Guess who's back in the house, heels click-clackin' about (where my rupaul girlies at?) Anyways, its me!! Have some feel goods for the middle of the week. Mind the tags!! See you at the end. As always I will edit as I re-read. Please forgive the errors I'm very tired and I know I missed some things!
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Cooties pt. 3
There is hardly oxygen left in the small space you share with Rio. Her tongue works to persistently and purposefully claim your mouth and you are wholly at her mercy. The air you gasp for is thick and sooner than usual your lungs begin to protest. You remember the scratchiness in your throat as a dry cough rocks your body.
Rio pushes away from you and situational awareness colors her face. She got far too distracted by devouring you and her original task seems to push its way back to the forefront of her mind.
“You didn’t take your medicine,” she frowns, seemingly at the realization and not at your antics.
“That’s because it’s still in here…”
Your attempt at flirting catches no wind as you do your best to out-will the coughs begging to escape. The sly effort to grab Rio’s balls to add emphasis to ‘here’ is thwarted as she catches your wrist and pins your hand to the pillows.
“Nice try, bunny,” she slips out from under the covers and shivers at the temperature difference of the open air.
You’re glued to the pattern of the chill bumps that heavily freckle her skin, so you don’t notice the clear medicine cup at your lips until she continues.
“Better open up,” she casually warns.
The cup is tilting at the line of your lips and you know with certainty it will continue to whether you open your mouth or not. You quickly let your mouth fall open. Not out of compliance, but because these are Agatha’s favorite sheets and you value your life. Your scowl is firmly planted on the smug, satisfied smile that had settled into Rio’s face before you even moved to ensure the medicine will make it into your mouth.
You will never say it aloud, lest Agatha deem you an instigator, but you love the casual chaos Rio is prone to. You endlessly admire the way she is undeterred by the threat of mess and has little interest in approaching life the way others might expect. ‘Unfazed’ has never seemed like a worthy descriptor. ‘Unfazed’ implies she pays mind to the status quo, but you’ve never known Rio to care to be aware at how others do things. She really only shows interest in yours and Agatha’s behaviors.
Even still, her studious observations are never applied to her own practices. Rather, she uses the knowledge to make sure she can help provide a life and home that meets your needs- in ways both big and small. Rarely does Rio wear matching socks, claiming that she has two feet for a reason and they deserve their own experiences. You, on the other hand, wince at the thought that one sock could be slightly tighter than the other or fall at a different place on your ankle. Every morning she puts a mated pair into the dryer so they are warm for you.
Once, in a similar- though much grander- effort, she had banned you from entering the highest floor of your home.
—
The space hadn’t ever been used for much, mostly a resting place for storage totes full of old clothes and various decor that was long retired. Within the month, you and Agatha arrived home to Rio waiting at the door to grab you by the wrist and usher you up the steps.
“Careful, Rio!” Agatha had called.
You thought Rio had paid the warning no mind until she quickly wrangled you into her arms to dart up the steps. You didn’t care to question if this was actually any more careful- the warm buzz that filled your chest from her excitement was far too intoxicating to risk losing. Her soft words to you upon reaching the top of the steps remain tucked away in your mind to listen to at your leisure.
“Close your eyes, bunny.”
Once you complied you were carried a few more feet before being deposited into a fluffy, cloudy mass. You quirked your brow when your body was rocked by Rio flopping into the mass next to you. She snuggled in close before granting you permission.
“Open them, my love.”
Your excitement snapped back into your chest like a taut rubber band released from its grip. Time stood still as you absorbed the view above you. Stars looked down upon you from their place nestled against the sky and you were mesmerized at how they so easily shared your home.
“What do you think, bunny?”
You turned to find Rio closely examining you, smile full of pride as she cradled the back of your neck and ran her thumb over the dimple just behind your ear lobe.
“I— Wha—”
“You’re always looking up at the stars. You hesitate when you’re coming in at night and I figured its cause you wanted to look at them longer.”
Rio gave a little shrug through a big, goofy grin and you were speechless. Your brain had to work overtime to get yourself to absorb your surroundings, but through the clanking and churning of its efforts you recognized the space Rio had carved for you in your home was designed just for you.
Two expansive panes of glass took place of what had once been a shed ceiling. A vastly oversized recliner was tucked into the farthest corner, lit perfectly to read one of the many books that sat in rows on a meticulously crafted wall of bookshelves. Underneath you was a giant, softly upholstered cushion that sat below the skylights. It was certainly larger than your Alaskan King sized bed and could swallow both you and Rio whole.
“You…this is for me?” you said dumbly, brain misfiring at its most fundamental level.
“Everything is for you, bunny.” Rio spoke sweetly just in time for Agatha to make her presence known and throw herself down on the cushion next to Rio.
“It’s true. She kept me in line the entire time. I almost spoiled it twice.” Agatha said matter-of-factly while wrapping her arms around you both.
“Twice?!” Rio countered, the warmth in her tone turning incredulous.
“Maybe, like, six or seven times. Irrelevant.” Agatha winked at you and you chuckled at them both, climbing in between them.
“So…” Rio wondered aloud, her attention having moved far past Agatha as it settled back solely on you.
Peaking up at her you saw excitement and pride coloring her face, but what made you melt was the hope pooled in her eyes. You glanced at Agatha and she was equally mesmerized at Rio’s anticipatory demeanor.
“It’s perfect.” you granted her release and have always cherished the all-consuming smile you received in return.
—
Your scowl fades into a soft, warm reverence and you let your eyes fall over Rio’s features. An unmistakable glint of pride floats lazily through her eyes like it’s passing through right on schedule.
“I knew you'd behave, bunny.” She coos and sets the small, now empty, cup onto the nightstand.
She chuckles at the grimace that tenses the muscles in your neck, amused at how repulsed you are by such a small dose of liquid. You don’t allow the smugness of her victory room to breathe before you dive your head into her lap and wrap your arms around her. Your tight squeeze pushes the breath out of her and it comes out in a confused chuckle.
“Woah, what is it, baby?” Her fingertips rub soft circles on the back of your neck before she uses her blunt nails to light scratch under the collar of your shirt.
Your skin prickles under the delicate attention and you feel much lighter than you did moments ago. Rio was, likely unknowingly, releasing you into a space only the three of you ever shared. Corners and edges are much softer here and responsibilities unmoor from their worries. Here, you only ever need one of two things: Mommy or Daddy. When you’re lucky, you have both.
You pull away and see subtle shifts in Rio’s features, but the reasoning as to why floats just out of reach. You know you can reach out and try to grab at it. If you think hard enough you could probably conclude that Rio has seen a change in your eyes. But why would you want to? The effort of such a task threatens to fetter you and stop you from exploring this happy place.
The threat doesn’t last for long. You don’t allow it, posing a question before it can bargain for your attention.
“Stars?” you ask, your voice confident, but much more vulnerable than it had been all day.
“Of course, bunny.”
Rios thumb brushes over your cheek before a kiss takes its place. She pulls away, but her hand clasps yours and tugs, encouraging you to stand.
“You know…” Rio drags conspiratorially, “I know a guy who knows a guy. Says the stars were hung up just for you.”
Your instincts urge you to brush the flattery as far away as possible, but you’re entranced by the woman it comes from. Your cheeks have just enough bite to reveal Rio’s attention has rooted you in bashfulness. She seems to enjoy your response, as she crouches down and presses her lips softly to your forehead.
“Esas mejillas rosas son tan lindas, conejito.”
You aren’t entirely sure what she is saying, but you recognize the term of endearment easily. Rio calling you her little bunny in her native tongue pools you into the shape of her affections.
“Stars, Daddy!”
The softness in Rio’s demeanor makes it easier to see your instincts for what they are. Here, in this moment, you don’t want to deny her praises or dismiss her doting. You want to believe in the reverence her gaze adores you with, that you are worthy of the sweet musings she offers to you. Somehow, it feels as though you’ve lived a thousand lifetimes and also none at all. You vaguely recollect a lifetime of doubt and insecurity, but it feels so far from you when brown eyes sing so sweetly to you.
It all seems so far now, a hazy string of memories you observe from where you sit- whole, new, and loved. Yes by Rio, but also by you. You deserve this softness. You deserve this attention.
You are worthy of the love you are receiving and it is always there, even when disbelief is determined to be your destiny.
“Daddy can make that happen. Do you want to walk or ride?”
“Up!” you declare easily.
“I probably could’ve guessed that one,” she muses before turning around.
She lets you clamber onto her back and carts you off. You make it to the top floor unscathed, though Rio’s occasional ‘drifting’ almost had you both in the floor.
It wouldn’t have been the first time Agatha came home to an injured pile of her spouses. Though, considering that night ended with Rio eating your cunt while Agatha had a belt around her neck and was forcing her to apologize, you’d be willing to take another tumble.
“What are you sorry for, Daddy?” Agatha demanded.
Rio’s words were carelessly mumbled into your center. She was far too lost in the taste of you to consider her circumstance. You could hear the leather of the belt creak when Agatha tightened her grip and pulled harshly. Rio let out a guttural noise followed by a gasp.
“For turning our little bunny’s piggy back ride into a Nascar race.”
Your body lowly, but happily, buzzes at the memory. The fondness of intimacy warms you, but your body makes no further demands for it. You steep lazily in the promise that your forever will be full of time for a more physical connection. Right now, your focus is on finding the comfiest way to curl into Rio on the oversized cushion- fittingly coined the ‘cuddle cushion’ within days of its first use.
“Snuggle up, conejito. Are you ready to learn all about star science with Daddy?”
You giggle, but roll your eyes and are met with an offended scoff.
“Hey! I know things. Like how the most stars that are seen by the human eye at any given time is two thousand. Give or take.”
You squint and look to where the stars glitter through the glass. You try to count a small patch, but lose your place amongst the multitude.
“It’s mostly true,” she continues, “For everyone except me, of course.”
You scrunch your brows together, a mix of lingering suspicion at Rio’s ‘star science’ and curiosity of her train of thought.
“I could never see that many stars at any given time. I only ever see one.” She spoke under her breath, like the truth of her words would level cities if spoken too loudly.
The certainty of her claim carries more weight than you have room for, so you let it overtake you. Playfulness rests over your skin, but something much more consuming swells in your chest. It doesn’t scare you, though. It isn’t that kind of consuming. It does quite the opposite.
Suddenly safety is such a certainty that it’s no longer a concept or question. It just is.
There are so many things you don’t know, but that’s okay. Because here, now, you are safe. You are calm. Here, serenity sings to you from where it has been sown tenderly, purposefully, by a love few are lucky enough to ever know.
You long to be impossibly closer to Rio. You settle on tucking your hand under her shirt to rest on her belly, soft and warm, and nuzzling in to her chest.
“There are also 275 million stars born every day,” she speaks only loud enough for your ears to hear, “Most of those 275 million stars will travel in clusters. Most stars in general do. Not our sun though. It moves alone.”
“That’s sad,” you decide easily.
“Why?”
Rio’s curiosity is gentle, not questioning for her own understanding, but to bask in the gift of your perception of the world around you. She hangs on to your every word in a way that consumes you. When you speak she listens.
A glimpse from a moment hidden in your heart floats by. You had been rattling on about a new ship that was consuming you. Having seen edits of the two characters show up more and more, you had started watching the show out of curiosity- and you hadn’t shut up since.
“Hold on, they did what? Didn’t she just find out they’re first cousins during last week’s episode?”
You started to giggle at how perturbed Rio seemed before realizing you hadn’t said anything since last week about the ‘first cousins’ bomb that the show dropped.
“Wait- you remember that?”
You were pleasantly surprised with her quick catch, but Rio’s shock at the story line morphed into confusion.
“Why wouldn’t I remember it?”
“I don’t know,” you felt your cheeks heat and you cursed your sudden bashfulness, “I know I’ve been hyper-fixating. I’m never sure how much of what I say is actually worth listening to.”
For a brief moment, Rio looked pained. She didn’t speak of it, but you could feel that it wasn’t for her. It was for you.
“If it’s you saying it, bunny, it’s always worth listening to.”
Your heart threatened to skip a beat and your brain must’ve assumed you needed a lifeline, because before you knew you were going to say anything you hear yourself speak.
“Also they aren’t actually first cousins. It’s by marriage. Don’t be a prude.”
“I amend my statement. It’s always worth listening to as long as you’re not insulting Daddy.”
You rolled your eyes and her brow raised in a challenge. You were quickly attacked by hungry, possessive lips and when Agatha came into the room none of your clothes lasted more than a few seconds.
You would later learn how much the statement truly bothered her. She said she couldn’t stand the idea of anyone making you feel like your words were a waste. You have maintained a stance that it’s a bit dramatic of a take, but secretly you revel in her unwavering attention and offense that it isn’t what you receive from others.
The gentle thudding of Rio’s heartbeat calls you back to the present moment and you remember that her question is waiting, perfectly patient, for your answer.
“Because that means the sun is all alone. It doesn’t have a cluster.”
You speak as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. The small smile Rio responds with tells you that she agrees, almost.
“It’s not alone, though, bunny. It has you. And it has me and Mommy.”
“Well that can’t be true,” you begin to work through your reasoning aloud.
“How do you mean?”
“The sun can’t have you. You just saids you couldn’t see it.”
She stares at you for a moment before bursting into easy, pillowy laughter.
“Good point, bunny. Can you promise Daddy something then?”
She turns more towards you and you nod lazily. The warmth of her hand lulls you into weightlessness and your body is out-willing your consciousness.
“Promise me that you’ll always be there for the sun for both of us, yeah?”
This time when you nod, your head has lulled much further into Rio’s chest. You open your eyes, and the stars have been replaced with a close-up view of your fingers sitting just by your mouth.
How did they get there?
You don’t have much time to ponder it before Rio is shushing you gently and scratching your scalp. Her wordless instruction wills you to comply and you succumb to the rest that calls to you.
The next time your eyes open, you are being deposited somewhere by Rio. You fuss at the thought of separation and grumble, but you are too tired to protest any further. Gentle shushing works to soothe you, but it isn’t coming from the woman setting you down. You’re settled into a new warmth and you turn to see the source. All discontent melts away from you so quickly that you can hardly remember how it got there in the first place.
Agatha is home which means Mommy is home.
You squirm in her embrace to properly greet her, but she holds you tighter.
“Ah, ah, bunny. Be good for Mommy while Daddy gets dinner ready.”
You still immediately, her words easily becoming your actions. You blink a few times to push your sleepiness aside. You are more alert now, but your body is heavy with exhaustion.
You are still under the stars, but are now being rocked gently by Agatha. A shining glint catches your eye against Agatha’s neck and your fingers follow it. The thin chain feels angrily cold as you trace it, and you tug to free it from Agatha’s scrub top. The wedding ring you and Rio had designed for her hangs loosely against the dark navy fabric.
Three stones glimmer in the low light of your little corner of the world. One for each of you.
Her hand comes closer to the necklace and for a moment you think she will stop you from toying with it. Instead, she pulls your other hand away from your mouth.
“None of that, baby. We don’t suck on our fingers, remember?”
Heat builds in your cheeks and an uncomfortable feeling swells in your chest. It’s tamed nearly instantly when a cool finger tips your chin to meet Agatha’s gaze.
“It’s okay, bunny. You’re not in trouble. I have another option for you, hmm?”
You only need to see her eyes to see that she is deeply exhausted. Her shoulders are tense in a way that only happens when she is on high-alert. It likely isn’t intentional, but her guard is up and denying her longing to be fully centered here with you. Your heart aches to lull her into comfort.
Her eyes trace a path that compels you to follow them. Your gaze lands on a bottle that sits in the recliner’s cup holder and you feel the full attention of blue eyes now analyzing you closely. Agatha softly brushes your forehead with the back of her knuckles before she kisses your temple and whispers in your ear.
“Only if you want it, bunny.”
You’re stilled by shyness, hesitancy. Something about having a choice makes your insides churn and you shuffle uncomfortably.
“What’s for dinner?” You ask, delaying your decision.
Agatha’s lips purse slightly and she seems to be weighing a decision of her own. She makes a show of reading you like an open book and is slowly disarming the fight that threatens to bubble within you.
“Pizza.”
She throws the word into the room like an unpinned grenade.
“Pizza?!”
If there’s pizza downstairs what are you doing upstairs? You attempt to wiggle away from Agatha, but she doesn’t allow you to go far before pulling you in closer.
“But…” she lets the word linger until you are practically on the edge of your seat with curiosity.
Did she get a gross pizza with mushrooms on it? Did she get it from the place off the first exit on her way home? Surely not. She had to get it from the place next to the bookstore…
You hope for the latter, and right as you are about to burst with questions, she satiates you.
“Only good bunnies get pizza. Is that you, baby? Are you going to be a good little bunny and behave for Mommy?”
Her tone is gentle and it dampens the shyness and hesitancy that still tangles within you. It is no where near as consuming as you realize that Agatha needs this. Her need makes it feel easier to acknowledge that you need it too.
Your gentle nod is met with a smile that rivals every star above you. You decide you’d wrangle them all, hand-wrap each one, and gift them to Agatha if it meant seeing it again.
You already felt small, but Agatha’s cooing and shushing have emptied your mind. You are wholly consumed in the intimacy she creates.
“Good, bunny.”
She presses one more kiss to your temple before retrieving the bottle. As she settles further into the chair, she pulls you closer to her and coaxes you to nestle into the crook of her arm. You are almost malleable by the time she brushes the soft rubber nipple against your lips. It drawls you to act on instinct and your lips fall open and latch onto the bottle.
There is no room to be surprised or embarrassed by your reaction, because warm milk captures all of your senses as you give your first suckle. The hint of cinnamon hits your tongue and your insides turn to jelly. She made your favorite.
Your next suck is greedier and your body is rocked by a hearty chuckle.
“Slowly, little one,” she soothes in a coo, “Slowly for Mommy.”
You comply, letting your breath fall in time with hers. As you imagine your hearts beating in sync, you search for her eyes. Her hardened blues have melted into pools of adoration and her shoulders sit much further down than they had moments ago. You feel like you are floating and you’re certain you’re weightless as she continues rocking you, gently humming to you as she helps you finish the milk she carefully crafted to your liking.
She continues her affections, offering praises as she holds the bottle to your lips.
That’s it, bunny. Mommy’s so proud of you.
You’re safe. Mommy’s got you.
Her words and ministrations lull you into a hazy trance. Soon, your suckles produce more air than milk and you scrunch your face in disappointment. The chuckle that comes from above you makes you fuss and the bottle is pulled from your lips.
“All done, bunny,” Agatha coos.
You don’t like that answer and burry your face into her chest with purpose. She hums in satisfaction as she realizes what you are rooting around for. She chuckles as she holds your head still.
“Let Mommy help, baby.”
The softness of her breast is taken from you and she wiggles to pull her scrub top up. She must’ve removed her bra as soon as she got home, because there is no barrier between you and the hardening pink bud that sits against silky, pale skin.
She says nothing as her hand cradles the back of your head and draws you closer to her nipple. Needing no other encouragement, you quickly latch on and warm air dances across your forehead as Agatha releases a shaky breath.
“What an eager little bunny Mommy has tonight,” she observes, letting her thumb gently trace over your eyebrows one at a time.
“Daddy texted me and told me I’d be coming home to our little one. But do you want to know a secret, bunny?”
You peak up from your place nestled against her breast. You’re gently suckling, lapping every so often. On more than one occasion you’ve found yourself wishing Agatha could actually breastfeed you. It always caught you off guard, especially at first. However, the more moments like this you share and the more deeply woven you become with Agatha, the more you long for that sort of connection. The thought of Agatha’s body working to care for you pulled at such a deep string in you that you aren’t sure you’ll ever have words to express the ache.
Agatha patiently waits for an answer, content to share this time with you, and smiles when you nod in affirmation.
“I already knew. My special Mommy superpowers told me you needed me,” she murmurs and draws circles over the center of your chest.
“This little heart was calling out to mine,” she matter-of-factly continues.
She pauses her circles to move your hand to lay on her bare chest just between her breasts. The steady drumming tickles your fingers and you are content to stay like this forever. Agatha snakes her hand under your t-shirt and mirrors the placement of your hand, but on your body.
“We’re always connected, bunny,” she hums with the beating of your heart. “There’s no such thing as us ever being apart. I’ll always know when you need me. And you’ll always know just who you need.”
The tender moment gracefully comes to a close when you hear a soft voice from the doorway.
“Dinner is ready,” Rio offers.
You are too enthusiastic about getting up for Agatha’s liking and she pulls you back down into her lap.
“Only patient little bunnies get presents from Mommy,” she gently wrangles your arms in before softly tickling her fingers at your neck.
It only tickles a little, just enough to draw you into playfulness. You move to tickle her neck in return, but halt when you
“There’s presents?!” you shoot up and feel a little too dizzy at the quick motion.
Maybe the cold medicine has hit you too hard, or maybe you’re a little milk drunk. Probably both…But between the pizza and the presents your brain isn’t sure which to fixate on. You vaguely notice that Agatha is looking over you, brow furrowed in concern. The attention calls to you like a siren and you nearly cave.
You struggle to remind yourself that, whether you go for the pizza or the presents first, the main objective is to make it downstairs. You steel your resolve and focus on the mission at hand.
You dart for the door, but Rio catches you around the waist easily.
“Ah ah ah, bunny,” Rio chides, “what do we say to Mommy?”
You ponder this for a moment and the answer seems clear.
“Dibs on the garlic butter!” you declare as you wiggle to ‘dead-leg’ Rio, successfully escaping and taking off down the steps when her grip loosens.
You hear Agatha’s cackling over the patter of your feet down the steps and aren’t sure if its at Rio or your future.
“I should’ve seen that coming,” Rio assesses.
“Don’t worry, daddy. I’m sure our little bunny is very, very sorry.”
To be continued…
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A/N: But how sorry are you?? Rio wants to know... I'm sorry to leave you with more antici...pation. The smut in part 4 will be well worth it if you've stuck with me thus far. I just wanted you all to have a little fluff as a treat.
Intended translation: "Esas mejillas rosas son tan lindas, conejito." is 'Those pink cheeks are so cute, bunny.'
Is that a like, reblog, or reply in your pocket? Or are you just thinking about Part 4??
I felt shy writing this so fr if you liked it please let me know.😩
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Cooties pt. 3 (NSFW)
Pairing: Agatha Harkness x Rio Vidal x Reader
Summary:
Your wives spend some time with their little bunny. (Recommended songs for +10 coziness: this one and this one and this one.)
Warnings + Tags: 18+ MDNI, fluff and mentions of smut, sick!reader, caring Agatha and Rio, Rio g!p, bottom reader, mommy!Agatha, daddy!Rio, cg/l themes, no mention of pronouns except a few 'they's, clit/pussy/cunt used for reader, pet names, bottle feeding, mentions of breastfeeding
Words: ~4.8k
A/N: Guess who's back in the house, heels click-clackin' about (where my rupaul girlies at?) Anyways, its me!! Have some feel goods for the middle of the week. Mind the tags!! See you at the end. As always I will edit as I re-read. Please forgive the errors I'm very tired and I know I missed some things!
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Cooties pt. 3
There is hardly oxygen left in the small space you share with Rio. Her tongue works to persistently and purposefully claim your mouth and you are wholly at her mercy. The air you gasp for is thick and sooner than usual your lungs begin to protest. You remember the scratchiness in your throat as a dry cough rocks your body.
Rio pushes away from you and situational awareness colors her face. She got far too distracted by devouring you and her original task seems to push its way back to the forefront of her mind.
“You didn’t take your medicine,” she frowns, seemingly at the realization and not at your antics.
“That’s because it’s still in here…”
Your attempt at flirting catches no wind as you do your best to out-will the coughs begging to escape. The sly effort to grab Rio’s balls to add emphasis to ‘here’ is thwarted as she catches your wrist and pins your hand to the pillows.
“Nice try, bunny,” she slips out from under the covers and shivers at the temperature difference of the open air.
You’re glued to the pattern of the chill bumps that heavily freckle her skin, so you don’t notice the clear medicine cup at your lips until she continues.
“Better open up,” she casually warns.
The cup is tilting at the line of your lips and you know with certainty it will continue to whether you open your mouth or not. You quickly let your mouth fall open. Not out of compliance, but because these are Agatha’s favorite sheets and you value your life. Your scowl is firmly planted on the smug, satisfied smile that had settled into Rio’s face before you even moved to ensure the medicine will make it into your mouth.
You will never say it aloud, lest Agatha deem you an instigator, but you love the casual chaos Rio is prone to. You endlessly admire the way she is undeterred by the threat of mess and has little interest in approaching life the way others might expect. ‘Unfazed’ has never seemed like a worthy descriptor. ‘Unfazed’ implies she pays mind to the status quo, but you’ve never known Rio to care to be aware at how others do things. She really only shows interest in yours and Agatha’s behaviors.
Even still, her studious observations are never applied to her own practices. Rather, she uses the knowledge to make sure she can help provide a life and home that meets your needs- in ways both big and small. Rarely does Rio wear matching socks, claiming that she has two feet for a reason and they deserve their own experiences. You, on the other hand, wince at the thought that one sock could be slightly tighter than the other or fall at a different place on your ankle. Every morning she puts a mated pair into the dryer so they are warm for you.
Once, in a similar- though much grander- effort, she had banned you from entering the highest floor of your home.
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The space hadn’t ever been used for much, mostly a resting place for storage totes full of old clothes and various decor that was long retired. Within the month, you and Agatha arrived home to Rio waiting at the door to grab you by the wrist and usher you up the steps.
“Careful, Rio!” Agatha had called.
You thought Rio had paid the warning no mind until she quickly wrangled you into her arms to dart up the steps. You didn’t care to question if this was actually any more careful- the warm buzz that filled your chest from her excitement was far too intoxicating to risk losing. Her soft words to you upon reaching the top of the steps remain tucked away in your mind to listen to at your leisure.
“Close your eyes, bunny.”
Once you complied you were carried a few more feet before being deposited into a fluffy, cloudy mass. You quirked your brow when your body was rocked by Rio flopping into the mass next to you. She snuggled in close before granting you permission.
“Open them, my love.”
Your excitement snapped back into your chest like a taut rubber band released from its grip. Time stood still as you absorbed the view above you. Stars looked down upon you from their place nestled against the sky and you were mesmerized at how they so easily shared your home.
“What do you think, bunny?”
You turned to find Rio closely examining you, smile full of pride as she cradled the back of your neck and ran her thumb over the dimple just behind your ear lobe.
“I— Wha—”
“You’re always looking up at the stars. You hesitate when you’re coming in at night and I figured its cause you wanted to look at them longer.”
Rio gave a little shrug through a big, goofy grin and you were speechless. Your brain had to work overtime to get yourself to absorb your surroundings, but through the clanking and churning of its efforts you recognized the space Rio had carved for you in your home was designed just for you.
Two expansive panes of glass took place of what had once been a shed ceiling. A vastly oversized recliner was tucked into the farthest corner, lit perfectly to read one of the many books that sat in rows on a meticulously crafted wall of bookshelves. Underneath you was a giant, softly upholstered cushion that sat below the skylights. It was certainly larger than your Alaskan King sized bed and could swallow both you and Rio whole.
“You…this is for me?” you said dumbly, brain misfiring at its most fundamental level.
“Everything is for you, bunny.” Rio spoke sweetly just in time for Agatha to make her presence known and throw herself down on the cushion next to Rio.
“It’s true. She kept me in line the entire time. I almost spoiled it twice.” Agatha said matter-of-factly while wrapping her arms around you both.
“Twice?!” Rio countered, the warmth in her tone turning incredulous.
“Maybe, like, six or seven times. Irrelevant.” Agatha winked at you and you chuckled at them both, climbing in between them.
“So…” Rio wondered aloud, her attention having moved far past Agatha as it settled back solely on you.
Peaking up at her you saw excitement and pride coloring her face, but what made you melt was the hope pooled in her eyes. You glanced at Agatha and she was equally mesmerized at Rio’s anticipatory demeanor.
“It’s perfect.” you granted her release and have always cherished the all-consuming smile you received in return.
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Your scowl fades into a soft, warm reverence and you let your eyes fall over Rio’s features. An unmistakable glint of pride floats lazily through her eyes like it’s passing through right on schedule.
“I knew you'd behave, bunny.” She coos and sets the small, now empty, cup onto the nightstand.
She chuckles at the grimace that tenses the muscles in your neck, amused at how repulsed you are by such a small dose of liquid. You don’t allow the smugness of her victory room to breathe before you dive your head into her lap and wrap your arms around her. Your tight squeeze pushes the breath out of her and it comes out in a confused chuckle.
“Woah, what is it, baby?” Her fingertips rub soft circles on the back of your neck before she uses her blunt nails to light scratch under the collar of your shirt.
Your skin prickles under the delicate attention and you feel much lighter than you did moments ago. Rio was, likely unknowingly, releasing you into a space only the three of you ever shared. Corners and edges are much softer here and responsibilities unmoor from their worries. Here, you only ever need one of two things: Mommy or Daddy. When you’re lucky, you have both.
You pull away and see subtle shifts in Rio’s features, but the reasoning as to why floats just out of reach. You know you can reach out and try to grab at it. If you think hard enough you could probably conclude that Rio has seen a change in your eyes. But why would you want to? The effort of such a task threatens to fetter you and stop you from exploring this happy place.
The threat doesn’t last for long. You don’t allow it, posing a question before it can bargain for your attention.
“Stars?” you ask, your voice confident, but much more vulnerable than it had been all day.
“Of course, bunny.”
Rios thumb brushes over your cheek before a kiss takes its place. She pulls away, but her hand clasps yours and tugs, encouraging you to stand.
“You know…” Rio drags conspiratorially, “I know a guy who knows a guy. Says the stars were hung up just for you.”
Your instincts urge you to brush the flattery as far away as possible, but you’re entranced by the woman it comes from. Your cheeks have just enough bite to reveal Rio’s attention has rooted you in bashfulness. She seems to enjoy your response, as she crouches down and presses her lips softly to your forehead.
“Esas mejillas rosas son tan lindas, conejito.”
You aren’t entirely sure what she is saying, but you recognize the term of endearment easily. Rio calling you her little bunny in her native tongue pools you into the shape of her affections.
“Stars, Daddy!”
The softness in Rio’s demeanor makes it easier to see your instincts for what they are. Here, in this moment, you don’t want to deny her praises or dismiss her doting. You want to believe in the reverence her gaze adores you with, that you are worthy of the sweet musings she offers to you. Somehow, it feels as though you’ve lived a thousand lifetimes and also none at all. You vaguely recollect a lifetime of doubt and insecurity, but it feels so far from you when brown eyes sing so sweetly to you.
It all seems so far now, a hazy string of memories you observe from where you sit- whole, new, and loved. Yes by Rio, but also by you. You deserve this softness. You deserve this attention.
You are worthy of the love you are receiving and it is always there, even when disbelief is determined to be your destiny.
“Daddy can make that happen. Do you want to walk or ride?”
“Up!” you declare easily.
“I probably could’ve guessed that one,” she muses before turning around.
She lets you clamber onto her back and carts you off. You make it to the top floor unscathed, though Rio’s occasional ‘drifting’ almost had you both in the floor.
It wouldn’t have been the first time Agatha came home to an injured pile of her spouses. Though, considering that night ended with Rio eating your cunt while Agatha had a belt around her neck and was forcing her to apologize, you’d be willing to take another tumble.
“What are you sorry for, Daddy?” Agatha demanded.
Rio’s words were carelessly mumbled into your center. She was far too lost in the taste of you to consider her circumstance. You could hear the leather of the belt creak when Agatha tightened her grip and pulled harshly. Rio let out a guttural noise followed by a gasp.
“For turning our little bunny’s piggy back ride into a Nascar race.”
Your body lowly, but happily, buzzes at the memory. The fondness of intimacy warms you, but your body makes no further demands for it. You steep lazily in the promise that your forever will be full of time for a more physical connection. Right now, your focus is on finding the comfiest way to curl into Rio on the oversized cushion- fittingly coined the ‘cuddle cushion’ within days of its first use.
“Snuggle up, conejito. Are you ready to learn all about star science with Daddy?”
You giggle, but roll your eyes and are met with an offended scoff.
“Hey! I know things. Like how the most stars that are seen by the human eye at any given time is two thousand. Give or take.”
You squint and look to where the stars glitter through the glass. You try to count a small patch, but lose your place amongst the multitude.
“It’s mostly true,” she continues, “For everyone except me, of course.”
You scrunch your brows together, a mix of lingering suspicion at Rio’s ‘star science’ and curiosity of her train of thought.
“I could never see that many stars at any given time. I only ever see one.” She spoke under her breath, like the truth of her words would level cities if spoken too loudly.
The certainty of her claim carries more weight than you have room for, so you let it overtake you. Playfulness rests over your skin, but something much more consuming swells in your chest. It doesn’t scare you, though. It isn’t that kind of consuming. It does quite the opposite.
Suddenly safety is such a certainty that it’s no longer a concept or question. It just is.
There are so many things you don’t know, but that’s okay. Because here, now, you are safe. You are calm. Here, serenity sings to you from where it has been sown tenderly, purposefully, by a love few are lucky enough to ever know.
You long to be impossibly closer to Rio. You settle on tucking your hand under her shirt to rest on her belly, soft and warm, and nuzzling in to her chest.
“There are also 275 million stars born every day,” she speaks only loud enough for your ears to hear, “Most of those 275 million stars will travel in clusters. Most stars in general do. Not our sun though. It moves alone.”
“That’s sad,” you decide easily.
“Why?”
Rio’s curiosity is gentle, not questioning for her own understanding, but to bask in the gift of your perception of the world around you. She hangs on to your every word in a way that consumes you. When you speak she listens.
A glimpse from a moment hidden in your heart floats by. You had been rattling on about a new ship that was consuming you. Having seen edits of the two characters show up more and more, you had started watching the show out of curiosity- and you hadn’t shut up since.
“Hold on, they did what? Didn’t she just find out they’re first cousins during last week’s episode?”
You started to giggle at how perturbed Rio seemed before realizing you hadn’t said anything since last week about the ‘first cousins’ bomb that the show dropped.
“Wait- you remember that?”
You were pleasantly surprised with her quick catch, but Rio’s shock at the story line morphed into confusion.
“Why wouldn’t I remember it?”
“I don’t know,” you felt your cheeks heat and you cursed your sudden bashfulness, “I know I’ve been hyper-fixating. I’m never sure how much of what I say is actually worth listening to.”
For a brief moment, Rio looked pained. She didn’t speak of it, but you could feel that it wasn’t for her. It was for you.
“If it’s you saying it, bunny, it’s always worth listening to.”
Your heart threatened to skip a beat and your brain must’ve assumed you needed a lifeline, because before you knew you were going to say anything you hear yourself speak.
“Also they aren’t actually first cousins. It’s by marriage. Don’t be a prude.”
“I amend my statement. It’s always worth listening to as long as you’re not insulting Daddy.”
You rolled your eyes and her brow raised in a challenge. You were quickly attacked by hungry, possessive lips and when Agatha came into the room none of your clothes lasted more than a few seconds.
You would later learn how much the statement truly bothered her. She said she couldn’t stand the idea of anyone making you feel like your words were a waste. You have maintained a stance that it’s a bit dramatic of a take, but secretly you revel in her unwavering attention and offense that it isn’t what you receive from others.
The gentle thudding of Rio’s heartbeat calls you back to the present moment and you remember that her question is waiting, perfectly patient, for your answer.
“Because that means the sun is all alone. It doesn’t have a cluster.”
You speak as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. The small smile Rio responds with tells you that she agrees, almost.
“It’s not alone, though, bunny. It has you. And it has me and Mommy.”
“Well that can’t be true,” you begin to work through your reasoning aloud.
“How do you mean?”
“The sun can’t have you. You just saids you couldn’t see it.”
She stares at you for a moment before bursting into easy, pillowy laughter.
“Good point, bunny. Can you promise Daddy something then?”
She turns more towards you and you nod lazily. The warmth of her hand lulls you into weightlessness and your body is out-willing your consciousness.
“Promise me that you’ll always be there for the sun for both of us, yeah?”
This time when you nod, your head has lulled much further into Rio’s chest. You open your eyes, and the stars have been replaced with a close-up view of your fingers sitting just by your mouth.
How did they get there?
You don’t have much time to ponder it before Rio is shushing you gently and scratching your scalp. Her wordless instruction wills you to comply and you succumb to the rest that calls to you.
The next time your eyes open, you are being deposited somewhere by Rio. You fuss at the thought of separation and grumble, but you are too tired to protest any further. Gentle shushing works to soothe you, but it isn’t coming from the woman setting you down. You’re settled into a new warmth and you turn to see the source. All discontent melts away from you so quickly that you can hardly remember how it got there in the first place.
Agatha is home which means Mommy is home.
You squirm in her embrace to properly greet her, but she holds you tighter.
“Ah, ah, bunny. Be good for Mommy while Daddy gets dinner ready.”
You still immediately, her words easily becoming your actions. You blink a few times to push your sleepiness aside. You are more alert now, but your body is heavy with exhaustion.
You are still under the stars, but are now being rocked gently by Agatha. A shining glint catches your eye against Agatha’s neck and your fingers follow it. The thin chain feels angrily cold as you trace it, and you tug to free it from Agatha’s scrub top. The wedding ring you and Rio had designed for her hangs loosely against the dark navy fabric.
Three stones glimmer in the low light of your little corner of the world. One for each of you.
Her hand comes closer to the necklace and for a moment you think she will stop you from toying with it. Instead, she pulls your other hand away from your mouth.
“None of that, baby. We don’t suck on our fingers, remember?”
Heat builds in your cheeks and an uncomfortable feeling swells in your chest. It’s tamed nearly instantly when a cool finger tips your chin to meet Agatha’s gaze.
“It’s okay, bunny. You’re not in trouble. I have another option for you, hmm?”
You only need to see her eyes to see that she is deeply exhausted. Her shoulders are tense in a way that only happens when she is on high-alert. It likely isn’t intentional, but her guard is up and denying her longing to be fully centered here with you. Your heart aches to lull her into comfort.
Her eyes trace a path that compels you to follow them. Your gaze lands on a bottle that sits in the recliner’s cup holder and you feel the full attention of blue eyes now analyzing you closely. Agatha softly brushes your forehead with the back of her knuckles before she kisses your temple and whispers in your ear.
“Only if you want it, bunny.”
You’re stilled by shyness, hesitancy. Something about having a choice makes your insides churn and you shuffle uncomfortably.
“What’s for dinner?” You ask, delaying your decision.
Agatha’s lips purse slightly and she seems to be weighing a decision of her own. She makes a show of reading you like an open book and is slowly disarming the fight that threatens to bubble within you.
“Pizza.”
She throws the word into the room like an unpinned grenade.
“Pizza?!”
If there’s pizza downstairs what are you doing upstairs? You attempt to wiggle away from Agatha, but she doesn’t allow you to go far before pulling you in closer.
“But…” she lets the word linger until you are practically on the edge of your seat with curiosity.
Did she get a gross pizza with mushrooms on it? Did she get it from the place off the first exit on her way home? Surely not. She had to get it from the place next to the bookstore…
You hope for the latter, and right as you are about to burst with questions, she satiates you.
“Only good bunnies get pizza. Is that you, baby? Are you going to be a good little bunny and behave for Mommy?”
Her tone is gentle and it dampens the shyness and hesitancy that still tangles within you. It is no where near as consuming as you realize that Agatha needs this. Her need makes it feel easier to acknowledge that you need it too.
Your gentle nod is met with a smile that rivals every star above you. You decide you’d wrangle them all, hand-wrap each one, and gift them to Agatha if it meant seeing it again.
You already felt small, but Agatha’s cooing and shushing have emptied your mind. You are wholly consumed in the intimacy she creates.
“Good, bunny.”
She presses one more kiss to your temple before retrieving the bottle. As she settles further into the chair, she pulls you closer to her and coaxes you to nestle into the crook of her arm. You are almost malleable by the time she brushes the soft rubber nipple against your lips. It drawls you to act on instinct and your lips fall open and latch onto the bottle.
There is no room to be surprised or embarrassed by your reaction, because warm milk captures all of your senses as you give your first suckle. The hint of cinnamon hits your tongue and your insides turn to jelly. She made your favorite.
Your next suck is greedier and your body is rocked by a hearty chuckle.
“Slowly, little one,” she soothes in a coo, “Slowly for Mommy.”
You comply, letting your breath fall in time with hers. As you imagine your hearts beating in sync, you search for her eyes. Her hardened blues have melted into pools of adoration and her shoulders sit much further down than they had moments ago. You feel like you are floating and you’re certain you’re weightless as she continues rocking you, gently humming to you as she helps you finish the milk she carefully crafted to your liking.
She continues her affections, offering praises as she holds the bottle to your lips.
That’s it, bunny. Mommy’s so proud of you.
You’re safe. Mommy’s got you.
Her words and ministrations lull you into a hazy trance. Soon, your suckles produce more air than milk and you scrunch your face in disappointment. The chuckle that comes from above you makes you fuss and the bottle is pulled from your lips.
“All done, bunny,” Agatha coos.
You don’t like that answer and burry your face into her chest with purpose. She hums in satisfaction as she realizes what you are rooting around for. She chuckles as she holds your head still.
“Let Mommy help, baby.”
The softness of her breast is taken from you and she wiggles to pull her scrub top up. She must’ve removed her bra as soon as she got home, because there is no barrier between you and the hardening pink bud that sits against silky, pale skin.
She says nothing as her hand cradles the back of your head and draws you closer to her nipple. Needing no other encouragement, you quickly latch on and warm air dances across your forehead as Agatha releases a shaky breath.
“What an eager little bunny Mommy has tonight,” she observes, letting her thumb gently trace over your eyebrows one at a time.
“Daddy texted me and told me I’d be coming home to our little one. But do you want to know a secret, bunny?”
You peak up from your place nestled against her breast. You’re gently suckling, lapping every so often. On more than one occasion you’ve found yourself wishing Agatha could actually breastfeed you. It always caught you off guard, especially at first. However, the more moments like this you share and the more deeply woven you become with Agatha, the more you long for that sort of connection. The thought of Agatha’s body working to care for you pulled at such a deep string in you that you aren’t sure you’ll ever have words to express the ache.
Agatha patiently waits for an answer, content to share this time with you, and smiles when you nod in affirmation.
“I already knew. My special Mommy superpowers told me you needed me,” she murmurs and draws circles over the center of your chest.
“This little heart was calling out to mine,” she matter-of-factly continues.
She pauses her circles to move your hand to lay on her bare chest just between her breasts. The steady drumming tickles your fingers and you are content to stay like this forever. Agatha snakes her hand under your t-shirt and mirrors the placement of your hand, but on your body.
“We’re always connected, bunny,” she hums with the beating of your heart. “There’s no such thing as us ever being apart. I’ll always know when you need me. And you’ll always know just who you need.”
The tender moment gracefully comes to a close when you hear a soft voice from the doorway.
“Dinner is ready,” Rio offers.
You are too enthusiastic about getting up for Agatha’s liking and she pulls you back down into her lap.
“Only patient little bunnies get presents from Mommy,” she gently wrangles your arms in before softly tickling her fingers at your neck.
It only tickles a little, just enough to draw you into playfulness. You move to tickle her neck in return, but halt when you
“There’s presents?!” you shoot up and feel a little too dizzy at the quick motion.
Maybe the cold medicine has hit you too hard, or maybe you’re a little milk drunk. Probably both…But between the pizza and the presents your brain isn’t sure which to fixate on. You vaguely notice that Agatha is looking over you, brow furrowed in concern. The attention calls to you like a siren and you nearly cave.
You struggle to remind yourself that, whether you go for the pizza or the presents first, the main objective is to make it downstairs. You steel your resolve and focus on the mission at hand.
You dart for the door, but Rio catches you around the waist easily.
“Ah ah ah, bunny,” Rio chides, “what do we say to Mommy?”
You ponder this for a moment and the answer seems clear.
“Dibs on the garlic butter!” you declare as you wiggle to ‘dead-leg’ Rio, successfully escaping and taking off down the steps when her grip loosens.
You hear Agatha’s cackling over the patter of your feet down the steps and aren’t sure if its at Rio or your future.
“I should’ve seen that coming,” Rio assesses.
“Don’t worry, daddy. I’m sure our little bunny is very, very sorry.”
To be continued…
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A/N: But how sorry are you?? Rio wants to know... I'm sorry to leave you with more antici...pation. The smut in part 4 will be well worth it if you've stuck with me thus far. I just wanted you all to have a little fluff as a treat.
Intended translation: "Esas mejillas rosas son tan lindas, conejito." is 'Those pink cheeks are so cute, bunny.'
Is that a like, reblog, or reply in your pocket? Or are you just thinking about Part 4??
I felt shy writing this so fr if you liked it please let me know.😩
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#agatha all along#agatha all along fanfic#agatha harkness x rio vidal x reader#agathario x reader#agathario x you#agatha harkness x you#rio vidal x you#rio x reader#agatha x reader#rio x reader smut#agatha x reader smut#kathryn hahn#aubrey plaza#agathario#smut#agathario smut#x reader smut#agatha harkness smut#rio vidal smut#agathario fanfic#agathario fanficiton#anyshowwitharainbow#agatha harkness#rio vidal#cooties
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🧎this is the best gift I have ever received. I will never recover from daddy Rio. Blessed be the fruit. 🙏 BUT ALSO- go read I am like a small creature swallowed whole by a monster first it’s what daddy Rio would want!!
Then read Howl for Me Witch and then if you fancy Maya read Pretty Girl I’ll Make You Famous and THEN read What’s the lock?




I made this for my bestie @anyshowwitharainbow
Go read Cooties 💕 shamelessly plug your friends kids
#aubrey plaza#agatha all along#wallpaper#iphone wallpaper#daddy#agathario#kathryn hahn#rio vidal#agatha all along fanfic#agatha harkness#agathario x reader fanfiction#agatha x Rio x reader#agatha x Rio x you#ao3 fanfiction#maya mason x reader#hahnspuppy
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Hahnspuppy: Favorite Fanfic List
My FanFiction Works are @transboyswitchytales and A03


Agatha x Rio x Reader
Butch in Westview (and part tw : Butch Out of Westview)
A dance with death (and her wife)
Cooties
It worked
Ours together
Swan Queen
Dusk Til Dawn
Mine, Forever
Wicked Games
Something About Us
Shadow Haven
Melissa Schemmenti x Reader
Mia Anima Gemella (My Soulmate)
Comfort crowd
Tempting Fiery Redhead Devil
Poe x Finn
Step out into the sun
Rose x Reader
The Rose & The Hat
Will he tie his life to ours (mine)'Not enough Rosie fics'
Miranda x Andy
More than just baggage
Midnight Clandestine Stories
After Dark
Smoke Break
One step forward (and two steps back)
Maya Mason x Reader
What do you know?
She's with the Director
Mine to Manage
Everything @ragnarockz writes for Maya (Read it all my friends)
Governor Claire Debella x Reader
Whiskey and Wine
Detective Agnes x Reader
I'm a good girl detective
Poking the bear
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Let me know if you read/enjoy any of them?!
Also swing by my fanfics and let me know if you like em?
@transboyswitchytales
ENJOY!
#look at besties recs#know what I'll be doing#also I made the agatha x rio x reader and swanqueen lists😭#flattered as always#transboyswitchytools#hanhspuppy#anyshowwitharainbow#cooties#something about us#fic recs#ao3
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⊂ "𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘢 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦." - 𝘉𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘓𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘨𝘦, 𝘋𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘴 ⊃
#agathario#agatha harkness#rio vidal#agatha#rio#agatha all along#kathryn hahn#aubrey plaza#detective harkness#agent vidal#marveledit#marvelgifs#tvedit#aaa edit#aaa gifs#agatha all along edit#agatha all along gifs#mygifs#gifs#gifset#vidal#harkness#agatha x rio#rio x agatha#agathario gifs#agathario gif#anyshowwitharainbow
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Also I haven’t forgotten about Rules of the Game. The next chapter is almost done I just got a mean comment on it that made me avoidant for a bit but I promise our fave estranged wives will be back at it soon!!
#anyshowwitharainbow#rules of the game#agatha all along#agathario#aubrey plaza#kathryn hahn#rio vidal#agatha all along fanfic#agatha harkness
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Pls cooties next part 😭😭😭😭🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻
The next part of Cooties is up next, I promise!! Live footage of me anytime I have free time:
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Oopsie, I tripped and posted more...
i saw you were interested and cool with watersports. that's not something ive ever looked for or actually read but you're writing is so good and you make the weirdest thing hot af so if you're up to do it for either aggie and/or rio + R id definitely would give it a try!
Anonnnn you've got me out here acting UP. Here's a little something...
I was a little shy with going ALL the way...but if anyone wants to know how the rest of this day went for you...let me know. I'm a leo so a little encouragement goes a long way. 😮💨
Warnings + Tags: 18+ NSFW MDNI, watersports dirty talk, fingering, mentions of squirting, reader hasn't tried watersports before, sub reader, mommy!Agatha, daddy!Rio, rio!g!p, strap fucking, cg/l themes, no mention of pronouns, pet names This is not edited pls be nice to me.🥺 Words: ~2.2k
You have been watching Rio chug water all day. Whether it was a devil on your shoulder, the bite of an edible, or both- you are in danger.
It started around lunchtime. Rio had been mulching the garden and there was a ring of sweat on her gray, cutoff crop top that was distracting you. You hadn’t intended on your eyes focusing on the wave her drinking made in her throat. Something about the way her head tilted back as she gulped down water made your throat suddenly painfully dry.
“Want some?” She asked, handing the water bottle towards you.
You shook your head ‘no’ dumbly.
“I think it’s empty anyways.” She frowned slightly, peaking into the inside of your favorite water bottle she commandeered.
She sat it on the counter with a clank and came to give you a brief, brisk kiss before returning outside. You were frozen for a moment or two before springing into action and refilling the bottle. You had to see that again.
Making your way outside you hand her the bottle and retreat with her soft ‘Thanks, babe.’
You casually sat on a barstool, lazily spinning left and right before you accidentally land where you have a perfect view of Rio working outside. Watching her work had always done something to you. Anytime sweat sheened off her warm, olive skin you became entranced at the way her body moved, folded, and strained under her tasks. Something was different today, though. Every time she pulled a glove off and held it between her fingers as she reached for her water bottle your breath caught in your chest. You felt anxious, anticipatory…did you really want to see it again that badly?
Then, she’d bring your bottle- your bottle- to her lips and take several gulps. Each time, her head craned back. The movement in her neck was delicious. Your cunt throbbed with each gulp and it made your cheeks burn hot. You thought about touching yourself. You knew it would only take a small shift for your wetness to spread over your thighs. What the fuck is happening to your body?
This cycle rinsed and repeated over the next few hours. A few times, you retrieved her bottle to refill it. Each time, she was more appreciative than the last.
“How’d you know it was empty? Good timing!”
“My savior, once again.”
“So good for me, bunny. Thank you.”
“You always know what Daddy needs. If I didn’t know better I’d think you were watching me.”
You’re certain your face turned as red as some of her potted plants. Had you been caught?
So you tried to be more casual about it. You pulled yourself into various tasks around the house and occasionally glanced out the window to see what Rio was up to. You must have missed her running out of water- because now you look up to find rio clicking the head of the garden hose and turning it on at a low pressure.
Her mouth sits open and she holds the hose above her and to the side. As she drinks from the stream you’re conflicted, unsure of whether you want to be the hose or be Rio while she’s the hose.
Not like that…
You justify to no one in your mind. It just reminds you of Rio drinking up your juices. And the one time you squirted with her lips wrapped around your cunt and you made a mess all over her face. The release had been pure ecstasy…
You wonder if that’s how it feels for Rio when she cums down your throat.
“Boo!” Agatha pinches your sides and you screech in shock.
“Agatha, what the fuck!” You whisper-yell at her trying to keep her quiet.
Her brow raises dangerously at you, a silent question of: ‘Agatha?’
Before she can question your use of her full name, and frankly your tone, she follows your gaze. You see her swallow and the beginnings of a blush color her cheeks.
“Oh…” her understanding meets yours in kind.
You both let your eyes linger on Rio for a moment before Agatha snakes her arms under yours, resting her hands on the counter and pinning you there. She nuzzles your ear before whispering:
“Do you wish it was you making a mess on Daddy’s face, bunny?”
“I—“
“I bet we could make that happen. Hmm? I could make you ride my cock. I’d even let you choose which one. Though…” she chuckles dangerously, “I know you like how thick my purple one is. When I fuck you with it I know you feel it right here.”
Her drawl on the word ‘right’ toys with you and you groan when her cool hand rests at your lower belly, right above your waistline.
“I’d say I’d fuck your ass, but Daddy would be too tempted to breed your cunt. I wouldn’t want to distract her from sucking your needy little clit.” Her coo is shaped through a pitiful pout, “Then how would you be able to make a mess all over her face, bunny?”
Your skin catches fire and you’re certain you are moments away from burning the whole house down.
“Do you remember when you squirted all over her face?” A pause…she wants an answer.
“Yes.” Is all you are capable of mustering and she chides you gently in response.
“Yes what, love?”
“Yes, Mommy.”
“Good, bunny.” Her praise melts you into her frame. “Did you notice that Daddy never pulled away? In fact, I’m positive I saw her try and get closer.”
You hadn’t noticed… You question the validity of Agatha’s claim, but know she has no reason to lie.
“I think Daddy liked you being our little super soaker. Do you think you’d be able to do it again? If Mommy fucked into you while Daddy ate you out? I bet it’d be easy to make you explode.”
As if on queue, Rio let the water from the hose fall over her forehead and down her chest.
“What if shes imagining that’s you, bunny? Would you give Daddy what she wants?”
Agatha’s hand slips into your shorts, groaning when she finds you aren’t wearing any underwear. She grunts and ruts into you when she’s met with your folds already being slick and white hot. She rubs lazy circles over you and you wish you could see her face.
“I could bottom out in one go. Grab your hips and yank you down til your ass is rubbing against my hips. You’d be whining, but the stretch would feel so, so good. Daddy would be at the end of the bed, stroking her cock. You’d want to taste her precum but I wouldn’t let you. You'd be too busy getting fucked like the good little slut you are for me. So good at taking Mommy’s cock…”
“Are you imagining it, baby? Me grabbing your sweet little throat,” her free hand wraps around the front of your neck for emphasis and you have no control of the harsh buck of your hips. “Can you hear it? Your ass smacking against me? It’s so loud, bunny…”
“Fuck… Yes, Mommy.”
You aren’t entirely sure where your body ends and Agatha’s begins. Perhaps if you’ve merged into one then she knows just how good she’s making you feel. You wiggle in an effort to get her to slip her fingers inside.
“Greedy today, aren’t we?” Her voice teeters on a growl, but her chuckle mists the possessiveness in her tone. “You don’t need my fingers, baby. Remember? Mommy has her cock buried in you.”
You are a fucking mess. You’d give anything for her words to be true.
“How does it feel to have Mommy rail you, hmm?”
“So fucking good.” You pant.
“Yeah? I bet I could make you our little super soaker without even making you squirt.”
She is supporting most of your weight now and the subtle strain in her voice is delicious. You don’t have any time to consider what she means before she is husking at your ear.
“Is that what you want, bunny? For Mommy to fuck the piss out of you?”
Your body freezes, burning so hot that you feel cold.
Fuck the piss—?
Your thought barely forms into confusion when Agatha slams three fingers into you, curling them so purposefully your knees buckle.
“Jesus, fuck—“ you squeeze your eyes shut and you’re certain you open them, but you can’t see a thing.
“Maybe you’ll squirt first…maybe you’ll just think you’re going to. But no, baby. That’s just Mommy’s cock ramming into you.”
She is nearly battering your insides but your body only tries to suck her in deeper than her fingers can reach. The squelching noises coming from your cunt are filthy and only get louder when she drags her teeth against where your shoulder meets your neck.
“Such a naughty little bunny. Your pussy must really like what Mommy is saying.”
You clench at the way she coos in contrast of her harsh ministrations. Coherent thoughts are beyond you and your bones are jelly. If Agatha were to let go you’d fall to the floor.
“It’s okay, baby. I love that you’re this wet just imagining me fucking the piss out of you. And Daddy would be right there…letting you soak her just like she’s soaked right now.”
You groan at the thought of both women’s attention. If Agatha wants it, and if Rio wants it, you certainly aren’t one to deny them. You’ve always said you’d try anything once… Here in Agatha’s arms the thought of letting yourself go sounds like a dream. Even when you’ve squirted before, you always tried to hold back. What would it be like to give yourself to their whims so completely?
“Look at Daddy, bunny.” She removes her hand from your throat and harshly grips your chin, forcing you to lock your gaze onto where Rio is now stripping her soaked cut off and throwing it over her shoulder.
All you can do is whimper pathetically. She’s so fucking sexy and you’ll give her anything she wants. If she wants to lick your pussy while Agatha fucks you so hard your body has no choice but to piss everywhere…
“The next time she’s that wet it’s gonna be because of you. She’ll have her tongue buried in your cunt, licking from your clit to my cock. I’ll be right here whispering to you while you let me fill you up so full that if I hit just the right spot…fuck you at just the right angle…you’ll explode.”
You may as well be her puppet. Of fucking course you’d let them ravage you. They can have all of you. Whatever they want, it’s theirs.
“I know it’s hard to hold it all in. Such a big job…” she coos, “You’ll be a mess…a little rag doll for Mommy and Daddy to use. You’ll have held on for so long… It’ll be so easy to just…let go.”
Agatha bites your ear lobe and you yelp. Your insides are tight, throbbing coils and your body is buzzing in static tingles. She quickly retrieves her hand from your shorts and holds her fingers to your lips. She doesn’t wait for you to grant entry, she just slides them in and out until she’s determined they’re clean.
Your body is screaming for release. You’ve never been so aware of the weight that sits just above your cunt. Does your clit always throb when you have to pee this bad? Through the fog of whiplash you recognize a small gush your body clamps to contain.
Did you just… Was that…?
You try and subtly cross your legs, but the shift in pressure is just a threat to a dam that is moments away from bursting. She chuckles against your back and you know she’s clocked your uncomfortable wiggling. You can feel the smug pride radiating off of her.
“Or who knows,” she shrugs and pulls away, unpinning you from the counter. “Maybe Daddy wants to be the super soaker this time. You’d look so cute getting pissed on by Daddy, bunny.”
Agatha’s smile is sweet as pie and a far cry from the filthy images she is planting in your mind. She leaves you there- a confused, horny mess that really, really has to pee. She’s sauntering away and you let her put some distance between you before you make a beeline for the bathroom. Unfortunately, she quickly cuts you off and slips into the bathroom.
Her smiles oozes kindness, but her eyes remind you who’s really in charge here. Perhaps that’s why your protest dies in your throat as she shuts the door and latches it, leaving you a desperate mess in the most unfamiliar, but certainly most delicious way.
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Hello, Sailor! (NSFW)
Pairing: Agatha Harkness x Rio Vidal x Reader
Summary:
Anchors aweigh! Does this ship have seat belts? Oh well, its probably fine. Fair winds and following seas! OR You've never tried water sports... This is the story of when you get curious and find out your wives really, really want to.
A continuation of this prompt-fill. I'm considering this part of the Cootie-verse, but it can be read as a standalone!
Warnings + Tags: 18+ MDNI, mostly smut, some feel good fluff, Rio g!p, bottom reader, mommy!Agatha, daddy!Rio, cg/l themes, no mention of pronouns except 1-2 'they's, clit/pussy/cunt used for reader, pet names, water sports
Words: ~7k
A/N: Nobody look at me... I get shy when I post filth. I will edit as I find things that need fixing.
AO3 | My Fics | original prompt
Hello, Sailor!
It started around lunchtime. Rio had been mulching the garden and there was a ring of sweat on her gray, cutoff crop top that was distracting you. You hadn’t intended on your eyes focusing on the wave her drinking made in her throat. Something about the way her head tilted back as she gulped down water made your throat suddenly painfully dry.
“Want some?” She asked, handing the water bottle towards you.
You shook your head ‘no’ dumbly.
“I think it’s empty anyways.” She frowned slightly, peaking into the inside of your favorite water bottle she commandeered.
She sat it on the counter with a clank and came to give you a brief, brisk kiss before returning outside. You were frozen for a moment or two before springing into action and refilling the bottle. You had to see that again.
Making your way outside you hand her the bottle and retreat with her soft ‘Thanks, babe.’
You casually sat on a bar stool, lazily spinning left and right before you accidentally land where you have a perfect view of Rio working outside. Watching her work had always done something to you. Anytime sweat sheened off her warm, olive skin you became entranced at the way her body moved, folded, and strained under her tasks. Something was different today, though. Every time she pulled a glove off and held it between her fingers as she reached for her water bottle your breath caught in your chest. You felt anxious, anticipatory…did you really want to see it again that badly?
Then, she’d bring your bottle- your bottle- to her lips and take several gulps. Each time, her head craned back. The movement in her neck was delicious. Your cunt throbbed with each gulp and it made your cheeks burn hot. You thought about touching yourself. You knew it would only take a small shift for your wetness to spread over your thighs. What the fuck is happening to your body?
This cycle rinsed and repeated over the next few hours. A few times, you retrieved her bottle to refill it. Each time, she was more appreciative than the last.
“How’d you know it was empty? Good timing!”
“My savior, once again.”
“So good for me, bunny. Thank you.”
“You always know what Daddy needs. If I didn’t know better I’d think you were watching me.”
You’re certain your face turned as red as some of her potted plants. Had you been caught?
So you tried to be more casual about it. You pulled yourself into various tasks around the house and occasionally glanced out the window to see what Rio was up to. You must have missed her running out of water- because now you look up to find Rio clicking the head of the garden hose and turning it on at a low pressure.
Her mouth sits open and she holds the hose above her and to the side. As she drinks from the stream you’re conflicted, unsure of whether you want to be the hose or be Rio while she’s the hose.
Not like that …
You justify to no one in your mind. It just reminds you of Rio drinking up your juices. And the one time you squirted with her lips wrapped around your cunt and you made a mess all over her face. The release had been pure ecstasy…
You wonder if that’s how it feels for Rio when she cums down your throat.
“Boo!” Agatha pinches your sides and you screech in shock.
“Agatha, what the fuck!” You whisper-yell at her trying to keep her quiet.
Her brow raises dangerously at you, a silent question of: ‘Agatha?’
Before she can question your use of her full name, and frankly your tone, she follows your gaze. You see her swallow and the beginnings of a blush color her cheeks.
“Oh…” her understanding meets yours in kind.
You both let your eyes linger on Rio for a moment before Agatha snakes her arms under yours, resting her hands on the counter and pinning you there. She nuzzles your ear before whispering:
“Do you wish it was you making a mess on Daddy’s face, bunny?”
“I—“
“I bet we could make that happen. Hmm? I could make you ride my cock. I’d even let you choose which one. Though…” she chuckles dangerously, “I know you like how thick my purple one is. When I fuck you with it I know you feel it right here.”
Her drawl on the word ‘right’ toys with you and you groan when her cool hand rests at your lower belly, right above your waistline.
“I’d say I’d fuck your ass, but Daddy would be too tempted to breed your cunt. I wouldn’t want to distract her from sucking your needy little clit.” Her coo is shaped through a pitiful pout, “Then how would you be able to make a mess all over her face, bunny?”
Your skin catches fire and you’re certain you are moments away from burning the whole house down.
“Do you remember when you squirted all over her face?” A pause…she wants an answer.
“Yes.” Is all you are capable of mustering and she chides you gently in response.
“Yes what, love?”
“Yes, Mommy.”
“Good, bunny.” Her praise melts you into her frame. “Did you notice that Daddy never pulled away? In fact, I’m positive I saw her try and get closer.”
You hadn’t noticed… You question the validity of Agatha’s claim, but know she has no reason to lie.
“I think Daddy liked you being our little super-soaker. Do you think you’d be able to do it again? If Mommy fucked into you while Daddy ate you out? I bet it’d be easy to make you explode.”
As if on queue, Rio let the water from the hose fall over her forehead and down her chest.
“What if shes imagining that’s you, bunny? Would you give Daddy what she wants?”
Agatha’s hand slips into your shorts, groaning when she finds you aren’t wearing any underwear. She grunts and ruts into you when she’s met with your folds already being slick and white hot. She rubs lazy circles over you and you wish you could see her face.
“I could bottom out in one go. Grab your hips and yank you down til your ass is rubbing against my hips. You’d be whining, but the stretch would feel so, so good. Daddy would be at the end of the bed, stroking her cock. You’d want to taste her precum but I wouldn’t let you. You'd be too busy getting fucked like the good little slut you are for me. So good at taking Mommy’s cock…”
“Are you imagining it, baby? Me grabbing your sweet little throat,” her free hand wraps around the front of your neck for emphasis and you have no control of the harsh buck of your hips. “Can you hear it? Your ass smacking against me? It’s so loud, bunny…”
“Fuck… Yes, Mommy.”
You aren’t entirely sure where your body ends and Agatha’s begins. Perhaps if you’ve merged into one then she knows just how good she’s making you feel. You wiggle in an effort to get her to slip her fingers inside.
“Greedy today, aren’t we?” Her voice teeters on a growl, but her chuckle mists the possessiveness in her tone. “You don’t need my fingers, baby. Remember? Mommy has her cock buried in you.”
You are a fucking mess. You’d give anything for her words to be true.
“How does it feel to have Mommy rail you, hmm?”
“So fucking good.” You pant.
“Yeah? I bet I could make you our little super-soaker without even making you squirt.”
She is supporting most of your weight now and the subtle strain in her voice is delicious. You don’t have any time to consider what she means before she is husking at your ear.
“Is that what you want, bunny? For Mommy to fuck the piss out of you?”
Your body freezes, burning so hot that you feel cold.
Fuck the piss—?
Your thought barely forms into confusion when Agatha slams three fingers into you, curling them so purposefully your knees buckle.
“Jesus, fuck—“ you squeeze your eyes shut and you’re certain you open them, but you can’t see a thing.
“Maybe you’ll squirt first…maybe you’ll just think you’re going to. But no, baby. That’s just Mommy’s cock ramming into you.”
She is nearly battering your insides but your body only tries to suck her in deeper than her fingers can reach. The squelching noises coming from your cunt are filthy and only get louder when she drags her teeth against where your shoulder meets your neck.
“Such a naughty little bunny. Your pussy must really like what Mommy is saying.”
You clench at the way she coos in contrast of her harsh ministrations. Coherent thoughts are beyond you and your bones are jelly. If Agatha were to let go you’d fall to the floor.
“It’s okay, baby. I love that you’re this wet just imagining me fucking the piss out of you. And Daddy would be right there…letting you soak her just like she’s soaked right now.”
You groan at the thought of both women’s attention. If Agatha wants it, and if Rio wants it, you certainly aren’t one to deny them. You’ve always said you’d try anything once… Here in Agatha’s arms the thought of letting yourself go sounds like a dream. Even when you’ve squirted before, you always tried to hold back. What would it be like to give yourself to their whims so completely?
“Look at Daddy, bunny.” She removes her hand from your throat and harshly grips your chin, forcing you to lock your gaze onto where Rio is now stripping her soaked cut off and throwing it over her shoulder.
All you can do is whimper pathetically. She’s so fucking sexy and you’ll give her anything she wants. If she wants to lick your pussy while Agatha fucks you so hard your body has no choice but to piss everywhere…
“The next time she’s that wet it’s gonna be because of you. She’ll have her tongue buried in your cunt, licking from your clit to my cock. I’ll be right here whispering to you while you let me fill you up so full that if I hit just the right spot…fuck you at just the right angle…you’ll explode.”
You may as well be her puppet. Of fucking course you’d let them ravage you. They can have all of you. Whatever they want, it’s theirs.
“I know it’s hard to hold it all in. Such a big job…” she coos, “You’ll be a mess…a little rag doll for Mommy and Daddy to use. You’ll have held on for so long… It’ll be so easy to just…let go.”
Agatha bites your ear lobe and you yelp. Your insides are tight, throbbing coils and your body is buzzing in static tingles. She quickly retrieves her hand from your shorts and holds her fingers to your lips. She doesn’t wait for you to grant entry, she just slides them in and out until she’s determined they’re clean.
Your body is screaming for release. You’ve never been so aware of the weight that sits just above your cunt. Does your clit always throb when you have to pee this bad? Through the fog of whiplash you recognize a small gush your body clamps to contain.
Did you just… Was that…?
You try and subtly cross your legs, but the shift in pressure is just a threat to a dam that is moments away from bursting. She chuckles against your back and you know she’s clocked your uncomfortable wiggling. You can feel the smug pride radiating off of her.
“Or who knows,” she shrugs and pulls away, unpinning you from the counter. “Maybe Daddy wants to be the super-soaker this time. You’d look so cute getting pissed on by Daddy, bunny.”
Agatha’s smile is sweet as pie and a far cry from the filthy images she is planting in your mind. She leaves you there- a confused, horny mess that really, really has to pee. She’s sauntering away and you let her put some distance between you before you make a beeline for the bathroom. Unfortunately, she quickly cuts you off and slips into the bathroom.
Her smiles oozes kindness, but her eyes remind you who’s really in charge here. Perhaps that’s why your protest dies in your throat as she shuts the door and latches it, leaving you a desperate mess in the most unfamiliar, but certainly most delicious way.
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Agatha’s commitment to her own bit is unparalleled. Eventually, you give up on waiting outside of the bathroom door. The urge to pee has died down considerably, so you choose to relax and wade through the days events. You’re rocking on the hammock near where Rio is working as you mull Agatha’s words over.
You aren’t naive. You’ve heard of water sports. You’ve even seen a few videos online that, while you’ve never lingered on them, did pique your curiosity.
There is something so forbidden about it, though. Your mind urges you to change course anytime you let yourself think of actually being part of the act. Working through Agatha’s words and your reaction to them felt like defusing a bomb. One wrong move and everything would crumble into chaos beyond repair.
That seems dramatic, even to you. It’s just pee. Is there that much difference between wetness, you and Agatha squirting, or Rio’s cum? It’s not like any of you are ever dehydrated or drink much else besides water and tea. Honestly, the times Agatha has squirted you remember painfully aching for more. Once, you had your fist buried in Agatha’s cunt for another ten minutes chasing for more and more before she had to tap out.
You try and imagine what it would be like if she did squirt for longer or released more liquid in general. You always lap up anything she gives you. You’re certain you’d cum the entire time she gushed all over your tongue, face, chest…
She clearly has an interest in water sports. How long has she fantasized about fucking you until you piss all over her and Rio? And her comment at the end about Rio peeing on you… Have her and Rio talked about this before? Does Rio share this fantasy? Does Agatha want to pee on you or Rio as well?
You will forever be desperate to taste as much of Agatha as possible, so you shouldn’t be as surprised as you are when you squeeze your thighs together to give your aching clit some relief. It’s easy to imagine Agatha riding your face, her silky cunt claiming your mouth and rutting against your nose. You often dream of her crouched over you, squatting so you can have access to feast on her puffy, dripping lips.
Your thoughts drift closer and closer to the unknown and before you know it you’re imagining various ways the three of you could explore water sports.
Maybe while Agatha is crouched over you she says:
“Open up, baby. Mommy’s got something for you.”
You clench at the thought of a jet stream of hot liquid gushing from Agatha. God, you know she’d soak you. Perhaps you’d be in a white t-shirt…the fabric clinging to you and cloaking you in Agatha’s warmth as it spreads.
Rio though…she is far more calculated and meticulous when it comes to how she gives you things. She likes to take her time, to give things with purpose. You imagine she may have you on your hands and knees, face shoved into the sheets and begging for more as she slowly slides her cock in and out of your ass.
It would be after several long tens-of-minutes of her stretching you, when her being fully sheathed tingled like stars and tasted of nothing but need. She’d pull all the way out and you’d whimper at how open and hollow you felt, at how pathetically you needed to be full again. You’d feel how widely gaped you were- clenching doing nothing to stop the tickle of the stream of cool air Rio blows into you.
“Finally,” she’d say, “nice and open for me.”
You’d hear the crack of a slap against your ass before its sting prickled at your ass cheek.
“Can you be good for Daddy now, bunny? I was so thirsty all day and now I’m so full… I really have to piss and your sweet little ass is the perfect place to do it.”
You unintentionally, and very audibly, moan. You clear your throat to hide it and Rio doesn’t even give you a sideways glance. Your celebration of concealing your pathetically needy noise is cut short when you clock a small smirk on Rio’s face. She seems content on letting you continue relaxing without any teasing so you take the time to study her.
Her jaw is soft, but well defined. Her shoulders are broad in their strength and her hands… Jesus, those hands are purposeful and you know they could destroy you.
You imagine one of them firmly gripping your ass cheek, the other firmly gripping her cock.
“Look how soaked your little cunny is, bunny. Is that what you want? Daddy to fill your ass up with my piss?”
You aren’t able to fantasize much more of the scene, your body catching fire at the mere thought of Rio’s hot stream hitting your walls and coating your insides. No matter how much she stretches you there’s no way she could fully release and it all fit in your ass. Would she stop? Would she direct her stream up your back? Would she let you overflow, her piss dripping down your cunt and onto the sheets?
Would she make you try and hold it all in? Would she fill you to the brim with her piss and then fuck it out of you? Would she just fill you with more while fucking you? Maybe she would fill you up then have Agatha eat your ass?
Your cheeks feel painfully sunburnt, yet you are still swaying in the shade. You hope it’s shaded enough that Rio can’t see your current state. Letting one foot drag on the ground, you force yourself to a halt when you see Rio making movement to leave.
“Where you going?” You are mostly curious, but hear a tinge of panic in your voice that you aren’t expecting.
“I have to pee.” Rio offers, casually, like she would on any normal day.
Today, however, was not a normal day. Today, you want to at least see.
“Agatha’s in the bathroom. I’ve had to pee this entire time.”
“Well fuck,” Rio sighs before shrugging. “Guess I’m going out here.”
She moves to find a spot behind the tree your hammock is attached to, out of your line of sight.
“Hey, wait!” You call, trying gracefully to roll out of the hammock and stumbling over your feet.
You run around the tree just as she pulls her cock free from her shorts and briefs.
“Yes, bunny?”
The subtle quirk in her brow tells you she’s half amused, half confused. You look down, eyeing her soft member and the way her hand pushes it in place to aim. You’re staring, and her amusement turns smug.
“See something you like?” She grips her cock to wiggle it gently.
“Can I…” you start, unsure if you should bail or throw caution to the wind. “Can I hold it?”
Rio snorts, but smirks proudly.
“Anything for you. Let me pee first though.”
“No!” You let out in a rushed bellow and she eyes you like you have three heads. Through your blush you continue.
“I mean…can I hold it while you…you know.” You try, embarrassment crawling up your neck.
“You want to hold it while I pee?” Rio questions without any amount of judgement.
Her seeking clarity to understand you disarms you in your battle against shyness and you can only nod. Her eyes are filled with questions, but none that she asks.
“Of course. Anything for my curious little bunny. Give me your hand.”
You comply and she guides you to her member, gently wrapping your hand around it. You squeeze, you’ve always loved the feeling of her cock when it’s soft.
“You have to be gentle but firm. Not too much though. He really likes when you touch him and it’ll be harder to go if he gets hard.”
You nod, fully absorbing every bit of information she’s offering. A deeply rooted curiosity, one that resided in you long before today, buzzes in anticipation of being satiated.
“You’ll have to aim it, okay? I have to go really bad so it’ll probably be a strong stream. When it comes it may make him jerk up, so just be sure to not let go.”
Your fingers adjust their grip and you are laser focused on where they rest.
“Okay, here it comes, bunny. Hold on tight.”
She looks up towards the leaves and you feel her tense lightly in her effort. Before you know it her cock is jerking harder than you expected and your loose grip allows the stream to shoot up nearly straight into the air.
“Tighter unless you want to have a wet t-shirt contest.”
Rio’s instruction is followed by a hearty chuckle and you feel the blood drain from your face. She assesses your flushed cheeks and her mouth falls open in something the resembles a deeply satisfied pride. The attention is too distracting so you grip tighter to meet her ask.
Her resulting groan could be classified as a growl if it had more vigor. Her head falls back against the tree and you feel stiffness start to push against your grip.
“Is it…are you getting hard?" You ask dumbly.
Clearly it’s getting hard, but maybe it just does that?
“It’s hard not to when I’ve got my little bunny’s hand wrapped around my cock. It’s especially hard not to when said little bunny seems particularly interested in Daddy’s pee…”
You blink and find Medusa waiting for you behind your eyelids. You’re as stiff as the tree Rio is leaning on and if your cheeks somehow weren’t tinted before then they are firetruck red now.
“Hey, don’t be shy, bunny. I like that you’re curious. Clearly.” She looks down to her semi-erection, that juts more proudly than it did before, before continuing.
“Do you want to feel it?”
Her tone is pillowy soft and lulls you away from your bashful, frozen state. You want to nod yes, but your brain threatens to sound sirens.
“Here, give me your finger.”
She takes over where your hand grips her and holds your wrist until you stick your pointer finger out. Her aim is now slightly downward and she guides your hand closer to her stream.
“Is this okay, bunny?”
You nod. As quick as you’d swipe a credit card, she swipes your finger through her stream. The warmth is fleeting, but combined with the pressure it offered you have to bite your lip to keep from showing your satisfaction.
“How was that?” She searches your face and her cautious hopefulness is what shatters your efforts to contain yourself, so you answer with a full smile. “Yeah? Want to do it again?”
This time, when you nod, she releases your wrist.
“You’re in charge, bunny. Go for it.”
Her smile is all-consuming and you’re emboldened by her clear contentedness and pride. She seems just as happy to share this moment with you as you are to share it with her.
You cautiously swipe your finger through her stream, eventually allowing two fingers to play in it and keeping them there. Her stream begins to trickle until only a few dribbles and drops make their way out. You frown but are quickly pulled out of your disappointment by a thumb stroking your cheek.
“Trust me, there will be plenty more where that came from. Daddy can always make more. Now get comfy again while I finish up.”
She tucks herself back into her shorts and readjusts her sports bra. You see two buds straining against the fabric and you playfully poke at one before she swats your hand away.
“Nice try, sailor.”
“Sailor?” You question the nickname.
“Yeah, you know. Cause you sailed through my stream.”
“Oh my fucking god.” You laugh at her corniness and she joins you, the sound a sign of satisfaction with her ability to bring you joy.
“Now go before I make you explain the nickname to Mommy.”
You don’t want that job so you scamper off, concocting a plan that you are sure to abandon if you don’t bring it to fruition right this second. You hear Rio call after you when you breeze past the hammock and into the house, but you pay her no mind. You find Agatha quickly and pull her by the wrist as she questions you in bursts of confusion.
“I’m not even wearing shoes! What has gotten into you, bunny?” Agatha questions as you pull her outside and to where Rio is still standing, equally confused.
There is no anger in her tone, only intrigue colored by confusion. You relish in the uncertainty you have pulled them into. It isn’t often you’re able to confuse both women at the same time. Still, you don’t let it linger for long.
“I didn’t think you’d be so eager to explain your new nickname, sailor.”
Rio lets the name hang in the air. Agatha raises both brows, but you aren’t sure if it is at the cockiness in Rio’s tone or the nickname she doesn't understand.
“What have you two been doing out here?” Agatha questions in suspicion.
Rio visibly relaxes and withdraws from her smug demeanor. Agatha doesn’t get jealous within your relationship, but she doesn’t enjoy being left out for too long, either. Your eyes follow Rio’s hand that falls on the small of Agatha’s back before gripping the furthest hip and pulling Agatha in closer to her side.
“I was on my way inside to use the restroom, but our little one informed me you were monopolizing the facilities. I went to pee behind this tree, but before I could I was stopped by a very, very curious little bunny that wanted to help. For what I can only assume is scientific research, bunny wanted to feel it. Thus, our little sailor was born.”
Agatha eyes both of you. Her tense shoulders tell you her dominant question is likely ‘You peed on them without me?!’, but her taught muscles relax quickly and her eyes twinkle with something mysterious.
“Our conversation from earlier must have resonated with you, bunny. I’m glad Mommy could help pique your curiosity.”
Rio is about to question what conversation Agatha is talking about when Agatha catches her eye and gives a barely-there shake of her head. Rio must receive the message, because her question never comes.
“What did it feel like, bunny? Did you like helping Daddy go peepee?”
Agatha so easily melts you into a space where you’re certain she is all-knowing. Her attention entrances you to the gentle warmth it offers. She is your sun and you are destined to look to her for how ever long ‘always’ amounts to.
“It was warm,” you hear the dreamy bliss in your voice, but don’t feel yourself speaking the words. “I liked how it felt on my fingers.”
She smiles brightly at you, as if you are something wholly irresistible. Rio seems content to watch as Agatha floats closer towards you and she settles some of her weight against the tree.
“Daddy was very thirsty today, I can only imagine how much she had to give you. Did you get to feel it anywhere else, sweetheart?”
You shake your head no and she hums, likely satisfied that she didn’t miss out on too much of the fun. You understand the desire to share this exploration with all three of you. That’s why you chased Agatha down and drug her out here, after all. As if reading your mind, she continues.
“What did you bring Mommy to see, bunny?”
You are staked down by bashful hesitancy. You want nothing more than for her to cut the ropes and allow you to float into her and Rio’s assurances.
“There’s something you want both Mommy and Daddy to see, baby. Can you tell us what it is?”
You’re saying the words in your head, but no response leaves you. Agatha pulls you into an all-too-short hug and you miss her warmth as soon as she pulls back.
“Can you help Mommy guess?”
Upon your nodded confirmation she lets her hands fall to your waistline and twirls one of the drawstrings on your shorts around her finger. The prominent veins in her hand make you clench around nothing. She's so close to where you’ve needed her all day. Yet, your need for her at the moment isn’t quite as simple. You need Agatha, yes, but you need Mommy too. Her guidance, her doting, her affection.
“Do you need these for what you want to show us?”
When you shake your head ‘no’ she gently pushes your shorts down. You gasp at the gentle breeze hitting your soaking wet center and she groans at the sight of it. Whether she remembered you aren’t wearing underwear or not, you’re sure her response would’ve been the same.
“You’re so wet, bunny. Is this all from helping Daddy pee?”
You shake your head ‘no’ and she hums.
“Some of this is still for Mommy from earlier, hmm?”
You whine when she crouches down and uses her thumbs to gently part your lips so she can see your clit straining for attention.
“It wasn’t very nice of Mommy to leave you so needy, was it?”
She finds your eyes and locks your gazes together.
“Can Mommy show you how sorry she is, bunny?”
You figure you must’ve nodded because her eyes continue to bore into yours as she sticks her tongue out and uses her head to move her tongue over the underside of your clit. You hear shuffling in Rio’s direction, but are unable to break your gaze from the blue eyes that beg for the whole of your attention. Your hips offer pathetic little jerks against Agatha’s tongue and she chuckles at your bodies eager desperation.
“I’m sorry, little one. I forgot there was something you wanted to show us! How silly of me. Do you mind if I go make sure Daddy is ready for what you want to show us?”
Again, you offer a shake of your head and she straightens herself up, turning around to face Rio. Your eyes finally fall on the woman who is observing and you squeeze your thighs together when you see her erection straining against her shorts. A gush of wetness escapes you and coats the insides of your thighs when you notice her hand is down her pants.
“That’s a job for Mommy, isn’t it Daddy?” she asserts and Rio may as well be a deer in the headlights as Agatha frees her cock by yanking her shorts and briefs down.
Neither you nor Rio are prepared for the sight of Agatha crouching down and taking the entirety of Rio’s length into her mouth and down her throat in one go. From your vantage point, you can see Agatha’s nose scrunch against Rio’s neat tuft of hair. The subtle bulging in Agatha’s throat moves as Agatha gives short bobs on Rio’s cock, keeping her nestled into her throat the entire time. Rio is a panting, moaning mess and you’re certain she’s about to cum down Agatha’s throat.
She doesn’t get the chance to, as Agatha gracefully draws her head back and straightens herself out.
“Now sit and be good. If you behave and save your cum for our little bunny then maybe the next time your cock is in my mouth I’ll let you piss down my throat.”
Rio’s cock twitches before her back slides down against the tree until she is seated. Agatha chuckles at the state of heady, all-consuming arousal Rio is left in. The coy smirk on her face is quickly replaced by a much sweeter smile as she turns back to you.
“Daddy’s all ready now, little love. Are you?”
You shuffle a bit on your feet. Your body is on fire from Rio’s hungry look that settles on you, but your current headspace is far more suited for compliance than taking the lead. Agatha seems to understand this and is next to you in a flash.
“I think you’re ready, love. You know your words and taps to make anything stop at anytime, yes?”
When you nod, you’re gently chided and you offer what Agatha wants to hear.
“If I say ‘red’ or tap you three times you’ll stop.”
She beams with pride and plants a kiss on your forehead.
“Good, bunny. That’s exactly right. Can you trust Mommy now?”
When you nod she rubs your back before guiding you to squat down.
“Can you spread your knees apart for me? We need to make sure Daddy gets to see too.”
You follow the instruction and you know they can both see you clenching at the feeling of the breeze against your completely exposed cunt. Agatha crouches next to you and uses one hand to stabilize you and the other to spread your lips open.
“You have such a pretty little pussy, bunny. Mommy needs you to be brave now, okay? I know it may seem scary, but I can’t even begin to tell you how long I’ve wanted this. I want to see you let go. Can you do that for me, baby? Can you let go for Mommy?”
You gnaw at your lip. You are spread wide open with Agatha’s hand on your cunt, Rio stroking herself slowly while watching. You’re momentarily distracted by the wetness on Rio’s cock, likely a mix of precum and Agatha’s spit.
“You don’t have to be shy in front of Daddy. Daddy wants this too. Look at how hard she is. You know, one time Mommy caught Daddy standing outside of the bathroom while you were going tinkle. She was hard as a rock. Almost as hard as she is right now.”
Its Rio’s turn for a blush to consume her features. You would question it, but the way her stroking picks up its pace tells you its likely true.
“I know she’s dying to see it just like I am. Can you go for us now, bunny?”
You finally give a confident nod. You’d do anything to receive the doting you are awarded with in return.
“Perfect, now just relax, baby. Mommy’s got you.”
You relax into her embrace and will your body to let go. Your body seems to not understand your brain’s request. Though you’re urging yourself to pee nothing happens.
“Does this help, bunny?” Agatha coos as she uses her fingers to lazily circle your clit, breaking through a mental dam you weren’t fully aware of.
Your resulting whine is pitiful.
“Mommy, I can’t…” the beginnings of frustration threaten your resolve, but quickly dissolve when she begins to shush you softly.
“Yes you can,” she coaches before slipping two fingers into you.
You and Rio moan at the same time and Agatha chuckles before moving back to your clit and continuing.
“Be good for Mommy and Daddy, bunny. It’s okay. Let go.”
Her whispers do a better job at willing your body than your own demands. Before you can think about it much further you feel a rush from somewhere deep within your lower belly all the way to your cunt. The three of you collectively gasp when the first spurt of hot, nearly-clear liquid gushes from you.
“Yes, good, bunny. So good for Mommy. Keep going. We want it all.” She encourages, lightly tapping your clit with her hand.
Part of you wants her to slap your clit harder, but before you can ask, she removes herself from your clit and uses her fingers to spread you open as widely as she can.
You bear down for a moment to encourage your body before you fully let yourself go and your powerful stream rushes out of you. You’re focused on watching yourself pee while Agatha is touching you when you hear Rio spit. You look up to see her rubbing the newly added lubrication over the head of her cock before she begins to stroke herself faster.
“You like that, Daddy? Watching our little bunny go peepee while Mommy rubs their little clit?”
“You’re doing so good for Daddy, baby,” Rio soothes through a groan, “Mommy was right. The last time you squirted on my face I was so tempted to fuck the piss out of you. You’re so fucking sexy.”
Your body is blooming into something entirely new. Freedom tickles at every nerve ending you have and you’re consumed by a euphoria that only comes from shared, raw, unadulterated honesty. It emboldens you to seize this moment while you have it, in case you don’t feel as brave later.
“It feels so good, Mommy. Thank you for helping me. It’s so easy to pee for you and Daddy when you touch me. Fuck, I can’t wait until I’m doing this with you or Daddy under me. I want to give you everything.”
Agatha’s growl strokes your ego and you aren’t entirely sure where everything you’re saying is coming from.
“You were right earlier. I want you to fuck the piss out of me so bad, Mommy. I want your cock fucking me so deep that it makes me completely lose control and wet myself all over the bed and Daddy’s face. Or, fuck,” you gush with wetness and the clenching temporarily pauses your stream before it returns full force. “I want to eat your pussy while Daddy fucks my ass so hard that I soak the sheets with my piss. I want Daddy so deep in my ass that I don’t have a choice, it all just comes out.”
You’re so far gone in your fantasies that you only pause when you hear a string of expletives from Rio. You look up just in time to see her paint her stomach with long, thick ropes of cum. She doesn’t even wipe her hand before coming over to you, pulling your legs out from under you, setting your ass onto the ground, and wrapping her arms around your thighs as she lays between them and begins feasting on your soaking wet cunt.
Agatha is stunned, but you can feel her arousal by the way she tries and fails to compose herself. Ultimately, she lets her hand travel down to spread your lips open again to give Rio better access.
“Don’t stop, baby. Give Daddy what she wants.”
You aren’t entirely sure how much you have left to give, but your body demands a full release and complies without your order to.
Your pussy is buzzing with the muffled groans coming from Rio’s mouth and you try to sear the image of your piss pooling around her lips into your brain. When she opens her mouth, your stream flows unhindered and you could cum just from seeing it ricochet off of her tongue. She stretches her lips to cover your entire cunt, leaving just your clit poking out for Agatha to toy with. Your body is screaming with pleasure, so you can’t be certain, but you vaguely wonder if the steady, timed movement of Rio’s tongue is her swallowing.
Is she…?
Your thoughts are cut off when Agatha finally rubs your clit with purpose.
“Do you like it when Daddy drinks from your leaky little pussy, baby?”
You can do nothing but pant as Agatha and Rio bring you closer and closer to erupting. Your orgasm is rapidly approaching and you worry once it hits you that you’ll combust into nothing but dust to be swept away by the wind. Rio’s tongue laps against your hole and its all you need before something in you snaps and you burst.
You let out a scream and you’re swimming in a tunnel of light headed bliss that consumes you whole. You vaguely register words of encouragement and praise from Agatha before oxygen slams back into your lungs you feel like your heart restarts from minutes of being stopped.
“Holy…” You start, but you lose the ability to form words when you see Agatha pull Rio up into a hungry kiss.
You’re lost in the way Agatha’s tongue seems to dig for more and more of a taste of you in Rio’s mouth. It isn’t until you see Agatha’s outstretched hand that you realize both women have stood up. Rio waves Agatha’s hand away and tucks an arm under your knees and behind your back to lift you easily.
“Upstairs,” Agatha directs and Rio nods before parting ways with Agatha as soon as the three of you reach the kitchen.
Your confusion must be painted onto your face because Rio just chuckles. You throb at the underlying hunger you hear and find matched in her eyes.
“What? You didn’t think playtime was over did you?” She smirks, knowing you’ll be nothing but eager to be fully devoured. “We’re not done with you yet, sailor.”
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A/N: Gonna have to walk the plank to cool off. Lort this did a number on me just from writing it, LOL. I hope it did a number to you if you're reading this!
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i saw you were interested and cool with watersports. that's not something ive ever looked for or actually read but you're writing is so good and you make the weirdest thing hot af so if you're up to do it for either aggie and/or rio + R id definitely would give it a try!
Anonnnn you've got me out here acting UP. Here's a little something...
I was a little shy with going ALL the way...but if anyone wants to know how the rest of this day went for you...let me know. I'm a leo so a little encouragement goes a long way. 😮💨
Warnings + Tags: 18+ NSFW MDNI, watersports dirty talk, fingering, mentions of squirting, reader hasn't tried watersports before, sub reader, mommy!Agatha, daddy!Rio, rio!g!p, strap fucking, cg/l themes, no mention of pronouns, pet names This is not edited pls be nice to me.🥺 Words: ~2.2k
You have been watching Rio chug water all day. Whether it was a devil on your shoulder, the bite of an edible, or both- you are in danger.
It started around lunchtime. Rio had been mulching the garden and there was a ring of sweat on her gray, cutoff crop top that was distracting you. You hadn’t intended on your eyes focusing on the wave her drinking made in her throat. Something about the way her head tilted back as she gulped down water made your throat suddenly painfully dry.
“Want some?” She asked, handing the water bottle towards you.
You shook your head ‘no’ dumbly.
“I think it’s empty anyways.” She frowned slightly, peaking into the inside of your favorite water bottle she commandeered.
She sat it on the counter with a clank and came to give you a brief, brisk kiss before returning outside. You were frozen for a moment or two before springing into action and refilling the bottle. You had to see that again.
Making your way outside you hand her the bottle and retreat with her soft ‘Thanks, babe.’
You casually sat on a barstool, lazily spinning left and right before you accidentally land where you have a perfect view of Rio working outside. Watching her work had always done something to you. Anytime sweat sheened off her warm, olive skin you became entranced at the way her body moved, folded, and strained under her tasks. Something was different today, though. Every time she pulled a glove off and held it between her fingers as she reached for her water bottle your breath caught in your chest. You felt anxious, anticipatory…did you really want to see it again that badly?
Then, she’d bring your bottle- your bottle- to her lips and take several gulps. Each time, her head craned back. The movement in her neck was delicious. Your cunt throbbed with each gulp and it made your cheeks burn hot. You thought about touching yourself. You knew it would only take a small shift for your wetness to spread over your thighs. What the fuck is happening to your body?
This cycle rinsed and repeated over the next few hours. A few times, you retrieved her bottle to refill it. Each time, she was more appreciative than the last.
“How’d you know it was empty? Good timing!”
“My savior, once again.”
“So good for me, bunny. Thank you.”
“You always know what Daddy needs. If I didn’t know better I’d think you were watching me.”
You’re certain your face turned as red as some of her potted plants. Had you been caught?
So you tried to be more casual about it. You pulled yourself into various tasks around the house and occasionally glanced out the window to see what Rio was up to. You must have missed her running out of water- because now you look up to find rio clicking the head of the garden hose and turning it on at a low pressure.
Her mouth sits open and she holds the hose above her and to the side. As she drinks from the stream you’re conflicted, unsure of whether you want to be the hose or be Rio while she’s the hose.
Not like that…
You justify to no one in your mind. It just reminds you of Rio drinking up your juices. And the one time you squirted with her lips wrapped around your cunt and you made a mess all over her face. The release had been pure ecstasy…
You wonder if that’s how it feels for Rio when she cums down your throat.
“Boo!” Agatha pinches your sides and you screech in shock.
“Agatha, what the fuck!” You whisper-yell at her trying to keep her quiet.
Her brow raises dangerously at you, a silent question of: ‘Agatha?’
Before she can question your use of her full name, and frankly your tone, she follows your gaze. You see her swallow and the beginnings of a blush color her cheeks.
“Oh…” her understanding meets yours in kind.
You both let your eyes linger on Rio for a moment before Agatha snakes her arms under yours, resting her hands on the counter and pinning you there. She nuzzles your ear before whispering:
“Do you wish it was you making a mess on Daddy’s face, bunny?”
“I—“
“I bet we could make that happen. Hmm? I could make you ride my cock. I’d even let you choose which one. Though…” she chuckles dangerously, “I know you like how thick my purple one is. When I fuck you with it I know you feel it right here.”
Her drawl on the word ‘right’ toys with you and you groan when her cool hand rests at your lower belly, right above your waistline.
“I’d say I’d fuck your ass, but Daddy would be too tempted to breed your cunt. I wouldn’t want to distract her from sucking your needy little clit.” Her coo is shaped through a pitiful pout, “Then how would you be able to make a mess all over her face, bunny?”
Your skin catches fire and you’re certain you are moments away from burning the whole house down.
“Do you remember when you squirted all over her face?” A pause…she wants an answer.
“Yes.” Is all you are capable of mustering and she chides you gently in response.
“Yes what, love?”
“Yes, Mommy.”
“Good, bunny.” Her praise melts you into her frame. “Did you notice that Daddy never pulled away? In fact, I’m positive I saw her try and get closer.”
You hadn’t noticed… You question the validity of Agatha’s claim, but know she has no reason to lie.
“I think Daddy liked you being our little super soaker. Do you think you’d be able to do it again? If Mommy fucked into you while Daddy ate you out? I bet it’d be easy to make you explode.”
As if on queue, Rio let the water from the hose fall over her forehead and down her chest.
“What if shes imagining that’s you, bunny? Would you give Daddy what she wants?”
Agatha’s hand slips into your shorts, groaning when she finds you aren’t wearing any underwear. She grunts and ruts into you when she’s met with your folds already being slick and white hot. She rubs lazy circles over you and you wish you could see her face.
“I could bottom out in one go. Grab your hips and yank you down til your ass is rubbing against my hips. You’d be whining, but the stretch would feel so, so good. Daddy would be at the end of the bed, stroking her cock. You’d want to taste her precum but I wouldn’t let you. You'd be too busy getting fucked like the good little slut you are for me. So good at taking Mommy’s cock…”
“Are you imagining it, baby? Me grabbing your sweet little throat,” her free hand wraps around the front of your neck for emphasis and you have no control of the harsh buck of your hips. “Can you hear it? Your ass smacking against me? It’s so loud, bunny…”
“Fuck… Yes, Mommy.”
You aren’t entirely sure where your body ends and Agatha’s begins. Perhaps if you’ve merged into one then she knows just how good she’s making you feel. You wiggle in an effort to get her to slip her fingers inside.
“Greedy today, aren’t we?” Her voice teeters on a growl, but her chuckle mists the possessiveness in her tone. “You don’t need my fingers, baby. Remember? Mommy has her cock buried in you.”
You are a fucking mess. You’d give anything for her words to be true.
“How does it feel to have Mommy rail you, hmm?”
“So fucking good.” You pant.
“Yeah? I bet I could make you our little super soaker without even making you squirt.”
She is supporting most of your weight now and the subtle strain in her voice is delicious. You don’t have any time to consider what she means before she is husking at your ear.
“Is that what you want, bunny? For Mommy to fuck the piss out of you?”
Your body freezes, burning so hot that you feel cold.
Fuck the piss—?
Your thought barely forms into confusion when Agatha slams three fingers into you, curling them so purposefully your knees buckle.
“Jesus, fuck—“ you squeeze your eyes shut and you’re certain you open them, but you can’t see a thing.
“Maybe you’ll squirt first…maybe you’ll just think you’re going to. But no, baby. That’s just Mommy’s cock ramming into you.”
She is nearly battering your insides but your body only tries to suck her in deeper than her fingers can reach. The squelching noises coming from your cunt are filthy and only get louder when she drags her teeth against where your shoulder meets your neck.
“Such a naughty little bunny. Your pussy must really like what Mommy is saying.”
You clench at the way she coos in contrast of her harsh ministrations. Coherent thoughts are beyond you and your bones are jelly. If Agatha were to let go you’d fall to the floor.
“It’s okay, baby. I love that you’re this wet just imagining me fucking the piss out of you. And Daddy would be right there…letting you soak her just like she’s soaked right now.”
You groan at the thought of both women’s attention. If Agatha wants it, and if Rio wants it, you certainly aren’t one to deny them. You’ve always said you’d try anything once… Here in Agatha’s arms the thought of letting yourself go sounds like a dream. Even when you’ve squirted before, you always tried to hold back. What would it be like to give yourself to their whims so completely?
“Look at Daddy, bunny.” She removes her hand from your throat and harshly grips your chin, forcing you to lock your gaze onto where Rio is now stripping her soaked cut off and throwing it over her shoulder.
All you can do is whimper pathetically. She’s so fucking sexy and you’ll give her anything she wants. If she wants to lick your pussy while Agatha fucks you so hard your body has no choice but to piss everywhere…
“The next time she’s that wet it’s gonna be because of you. She’ll have her tongue buried in your cunt, licking from your clit to my cock. I’ll be right here whispering to you while you let me fill you up so full that if I hit just the right spot…fuck you at just the right angle…you’ll explode.”
You may as well be her puppet. Of fucking course you’d let them ravage you. They can have all of you. Whatever they want, it’s theirs.
“I know it’s hard to hold it all in. Such a big job…” she coos, “You’ll be a mess…a little rag doll for Mommy and Daddy to use. You’ll have held on for so long… It’ll be so easy to just…let go.”
Agatha bites your ear lobe and you yelp. Your insides are tight, throbbing coils and your body is buzzing in static tingles. She quickly retrieves her hand from your shorts and holds her fingers to your lips. She doesn’t wait for you to grant entry, she just slides them in and out until she’s determined they’re clean.
Your body is screaming for release. You’ve never been so aware of the weight that sits just above your cunt. Does your clit always throb when you have to pee this bad? Through the fog of whiplash you recognize a small gush your body clamps to contain.
Did you just… Was that…?
You try and subtly cross your legs, but the shift in pressure is just a threat to a dam that is moments away from bursting. She chuckles against your back and you know she’s clocked your uncomfortable wiggling. You can feel the smug pride radiating off of her.
“Or who knows,” she shrugs and pulls away, unpinning you from the counter. “Maybe Daddy wants to be the super soaker this time. You’d look so cute getting pissed on by Daddy, bunny.”
Agatha’s smile is sweet as pie and a far cry from the filthy images she is planting in your mind. She leaves you there- a confused, horny mess that really, really has to pee. She’s sauntering away and you let her put some distance between you before you make a beeline for the bathroom. Unfortunately, she quickly cuts you off and slips into the bathroom.
Her smiles oozes kindness, but her eyes remind you who’s really in charge here. Perhaps that’s why your protest dies in your throat as she shuts the door and latches it, leaving you a desperate mess in the most unfamiliar, but certainly most delicious way.
*---*
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Cooties pt. 2 (NSFW)
Pairing: Agatha Harkness x Rio Vidal x Reader
Summary:
You're still under the weather, but the world keeps turning (rude tbh). Don't worry though, you'll always be well taken care of.
Looking for part 1?
Warnings + Tags: 18+ MDNI, fluff and smut, sick!reader, caring Agatha and Rio, Rio g!p, bottom reader, mommy!Agatha, daddy!Rio, cg/l themes, no mention of pronouns except a few 'they's, clit/pussy/cunt used for reader, pet names
Words: ~5.6k
A/N: You all seemed to really like Cooties, so I made a part 2! Inspired by 100% real world events (AKA- I'm still freaking sick!!) As a reminder Cooties is my first xReader fic so be gentle. (I'm sick, I promise there will be some errors...pretend they're endearing...)
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Cooties pt. 2
The weekend comes and goes in a blur of hushed whispers and four hour sleep sessions. Occasionally, you hear an alarm ringing from somewhere in the room. It’s never yours and it doesn’t disturb you for long. Each time you open your eyes following the alarm you are being coaxed into taking various medicines by either Agatha or Rio.
On one occasion, both Agatha and Rio stood over you. You wanted to question the worry on their faces, but as soon as they saw you stir there was no room for thoughts between their kisses to your forehead and cheeks.
“Go back to sleep, bunny,” Agatha had gently persuaded against your ear.
You barely made a move to protest before Rio’s voice was whispering into your other ear.
“That’s enough, bunny. Be good for us and rest. We’ll be right here when you wake up.”
You had little choice when you the warmth of both women wrapped around you closer than the blankets. Sleep consumed you and stole more time away.
Now, you’re nestled against Agatha’s chest and consciousness hits you light a freight train. You shoot up and Agatha’s arms free you enough to move but not fully release you.
“There you are, bunny. How are you feeling?”
You grunt, feeling an ache in the back of your lungs and a heavy pooling in your chest. As horrible as you feel, your main concern is that one of your wives is missing. Agatha must see you searching, or has lied to you about her ability to read your mind, because her face softens before addressing your unspoken concern.
“She has a meeting with a client. She’ll be back in a couple of hours. She told me she’d miss you terribly and to give you this.”
Agatha ran her thumb over your furrowed, grumpy brow before loosely gripping your chin to hold you in place and planting a soft kiss against your lips. The tension you feel from your bubble of sleepy sickness being burst by the ‘real world’ slowly ebbs away from you.
“Does that kiss happen to come with these?” Your croaky voice doesn’t quite meet the flirtatiousness you aim for. Agatha playfully rolls her eyes, but bites at her bottom lip regardless.
“We’ll see. If you let me examine you with no complaints Mommy may be able to convince Daddy to let me give you a little treat.”
Your cheeks immediately burn what you know to be a deep, crimson red. Whether it was the innuendo or the ease of which Agatha refers to herself as Mommy- you tumble head first into a far more agreeable, pliable version of yourself. You nod and its rewarded with a kiss to your forehead before Agatha frees herself from the blankets and crosses the room to retrieve her medical bag.
“Isn’t it like…Sunday? Why is Rio meeting with a client?” You wonder through the weight of a deep grogginess that only comes from a weekend of hibernation.
Agatha looks at you with a small, hesitant pout.
“It’s Monday, bunny.”
Your eyebrows meet your hairline as you start to dig for your phone.
“Already?! When’s your next shift?”
You try to wade through the haze of your lethargy to unlock your phone, but your hands and brain aren’t communicating with one another. Agatha glances at her wrist watch and you clock the disappointment she almost immediately squashes with determined stoicism.
“In two hours,” she begins, continuing before you can fuss, “But it doesn’t matter because after I examine you Mommy’s going to make sure you go right back to sleep. By the time you wake up Daddy will be here and will have already taken over.”
You open your mouth to protest, but a pale finger presses to your lips.
“No complaints, remember?” Agatha’s tone is absolute, but her coo tickles your insides.
You give a single nod and let her help you sit up more. She perches herself on the bed and begins her examination. First, she probes at your neck right under the curve of your jaw. When you wince away from the deep exploration of her fingers she furrows her brows in disapproval and changes her approach.
One hand moves to cradle the back of your head and she begins to prod at your throat again with her thumb on one side and her pointer and middle on the other. You bite your lip, the memory of the many times Agatha has had her hand around your throat before- under far, far better circumstances- taunting you.
“Your lymph nodes don’t feel too swollen,” she muses aloud before letting her eyes fall to your face. Her lips tease you with a coy, satisfied smirk before she declares: “Perv.”
“I’m just remembering all of the times you’ve choked me, Mommy. I’d only be a perv if it made me wet.” You say nonchalantly and revel in the way her hand briefly grips your throat with more purpose.
Agatha hums while observing your face and you groan from your facial features being read like a book. A deep chuckle rumbles from Agatha’s chest before she releases your throat. Her hand that cradles your head begins to scratch gently at your scalp.
“No, baby. That’s not true. It’s okay if Mommy makes you wet. We both know it doesn’t take much, does it, bunny?”
Her words coupled with the melodic massaging at the back of your head soothed something deep inside you. You suddenly have no interest or care for anything other than what Agatha’s lips will feel like against your own. You reach to grab her face and the way she eyes your lips makes you think she might let you. Instead, she easily dodges your grasp and grabs her stethoscope.
“Work first, bunny. Then, if you behave, maybe play. You know the drill.” She coaches.
You breathe in deeply and release, repeating the pattern each time she moves her stethoscope to a new spot on your back. You continue to behave with purpose as she takes your blood pressure, temperature, and pokes at you in a few other ways that seem entirely unnecessary.
“Now, for the final part of your exam,” she stuffs her various medical instruments back into her bag and moves to set it across the room. As she returns, she leans down to plant a soft, lingering kiss on your forehead before continuing.
“Can you tell Mommy what hurts, bunny?”
Her voice is so soft it tickles your ears and you lean in to the touch of her knuckles stroking your cheek. Her attention is all-consuming and you feel shyness steal your words from you. As always, Agatha seems to understand you with no assistance from you at all.
“It’s okay, my little love. Can you nod yes or no for me?”
You are at her whim, her demeanor soft as a cloud. This section of Agatha’s soul is dedicated solely to you. The expanse of it only ever traversed by herself, Rio, and you. You nod your head yes and are rewarded with a proud smile.
“Does it hurt here?” Agatha’s pokes your knee and feigns the utmost seriousness when you furrow your brow and shake your head no.
“Here?” She hums, resting a hand over the blanket where it covers your foot.
You mimic your last response and Agatha makes a show of scratching her head.
“Well, I must be with the wrong patient. They told me someone in here wasn’t feeling good,” Agatha purses her lips. “Just a moment, dear. I’ll be right back with you.”
Agatha foregoes having a pretend phone call on her actual phone, instead grabbing the TV remote off the nightstand.
“Hi, yes- this is Dr. Harkness. I’m in room ‘my bedroom’ and I was told there was an unwell patient. I checked for knee and foot disease and the patient reports no symptoms.”
Hums and ‘ah’s filled the silence before Agatha spoke again.
“So I’m in the correct room and the patient I’m looking for is a cutie patootie?” Agatha looks over at you, “Yes, the patient does fit that description. You suggest checking for other illnesses besides foot and knee disease?”
Agatha ponders this for a moment while looking utterly unconvinced.
“I will assess the patient as a formality but this patient is far too cute to be suffering. Thank you for your time. Good day.”
She sets the remote back on the nightstand and eyes you with suspicion. Finally, you giggle at her antics and you do your best to sear the resulting smile she gives you into your memory. Seeing her cheeks nearly cover her eyes at her success, the last of your shyness melts away. You take comfort in the searching hands that caress you.
“Here?” Her hand spreads over the center of your chest and you nod. Agatha’s hand retreats and her lips press a kiss where it previously resided.
“Here?” She asks once again, this time her hand gently pressed over your stomach.
You shake your head no and her hand moves to apply pressure to your cheeks, just under your eyes. You wince at the deep, dull pain it causes and she coos in apology.
“I’m sorry. I know, bunny. Come here,” she instructs, moving to lay against the pillows and pull you into her lap. “I know you’re hurting but the good news is I think the worst of it is over. I think you’ve just got a nasty sinus infection as a souvenir.”
You pout, partly at the fact that it’s the worst souvenir ever and partly at the fact that you weren’t ready to lose the very specific attention that’s given to you when you’re sick. Sure, you could earn the attention in other ways, even just by asking. Many times, its freely given. There is something about there being no other option, though, that you feel a panicked urge to cling to.
Because of this, you bury your face into Agatha’s chest, not caring how the the worn and cracked print on her baggy t-shirt scratches at your face. Agatha attempts to gently push you back to see your face, but you cement yourself to her body and refuse to budge.
“Hey, what is it?”
Agatha’s voice carries concern that, under normal circumstances, would make you feel guilty. The coiling in your chest isn’t as easy to put a name to and the frustration of having such a big feeling that you can’t quite put your finger on is all the fuel you need to turn your head into Agatha even further. You try to breathe, but there is little air in the hole you’ve nestled yourself into. Eventually, Agatha’s prodding and the lack of oxygen successfully bring you to surface for air.
The moment your face is accessible again Agatha’s hand cups your cheek, thumb tracing over the lines left by her shirt. Blue eyes assess your scrunched brows and the shapes your discontent draws into your features. You know that if you look up, the adoration mixed with concern would cause the swelling your chest to tug at your throat. Instead, you find interest in your fingers and anything you see on them that you can pick at.
Agatha’s hand untangles your own and she lays your hand to rest over where her heart steadily thrums in her chest. You easily adjust your hand to where you can feel the beat the most and let the rhythm lull your frustration into something duller and more manageable.
“Do you feel up to playing a game with me, bunny?” When you shrug, she elaborates. “We can stay right here, just like this, and still play. Is that okay?”
This time, you nod and receive a satisfied hum in reply.
“I’m going to make guesses and ask questions. If your answer is ‘yes’ tap your finger one time. If your answer is ‘no’ tap your finger twice.” She turns her head to kiss your forehead before continuing, “Can you do that for me, bunny?”
You tap once and she squeezes you tightly with pride.
“So good for Mommy.” She lightens her hold on you, “Do you love Mommy?”
Tap.
“Do you love Daddy?”
Tap.
“Do you know that Mommy and Daddy love you more than anything in the whole world?”
She draws out the word ‘whole’ and you bite your lip to hide the smile that threatens to betray your sulking.
Tap.
“Are you sad Mommy has to go to work?”
You think about it for a moment.
Tap.
“Are there more feelings that feel too big for words?”
Tap.
Agatha hums and you feel her eyes gently observing you.
“Are you worried that if you start feeling better that we’ll stop taking care of you, bunny?”
Her question is gentle and accuses you of nothing. You know whatever your answer is, it won’t illicit a negative response. The tightly jumbled feelings in your chest start to give you more room to breathe and you let yourself genuinely consider the question. You get the feeling Agatha knows how you’re feeling already, regardless of how you respond.
Tap.
Agatha’s hand that cradles your shoulder moves to scratch gentle circles on your back.
“Do you know whether you’re our little bunny or our big bunny we always love you the same way we love you right now?”
Tap.
Her hand moves to scratch at the back of your scalp and she hums a soft tune that is amplified by your ear resting against her chest. Time lulls into tame stillness and whether its only for a moment or minutes- you hope it’ll be forever. The coils in your chest unbind and melt away so fully that there is no echo to remind you they were ever there.
Far too soon for your liking, Agatha is maneuvering you. First, she draws your hand to her lips and places a kiss to the backs of your fingers. Then she adjusts you so she can lay face to face with you, noses just grazing against each others.
“I love you so much. As your wife and as your Mommy. I’ll always be both, bunny. I want every part of you forever, okay?”
Agatha gathers your hands into her own and places a sure kiss onto your knuckles. Her soft lips are on yours next and any remnants of your tenseness are long gone as a familiar weightlessness frees you of all of your worries.
“I love you more.”
Your voice is small and Agatha giggles against your mouth. The shape of her smile against your lips feels like everything you’ve ever craved and you find the skin of her back to softly scratch upwards until your hands cradle her shoulder blades to pull her impossibly closer. Her body melts into yours and she lets you drag her deeper into the kiss for a fleeting moment before she pulls away.
“Naughty bunny.” She lightly spanks your ass and you don’t miss the lingering hunger in her eyes. “You’ll never love Mommy more than she loves you.”
She pulls you into a tight embrace and as she kisses your forehead she maneuvers to check her watch. A resigned huff rocks you and Agatha squeezes you once more before pulling back and searching for your eyes.
“I’ve got shower and head in, love. I’m only on the clock until 9 tonight so I’ll be home later. If you behave for Daddy maybe I can bring home pizza. How does that sound?”
You squash down the complaints you want to mutter about Agatha having to leave and reach out to touch her chest.
Tap.
“Can I pick the movie?” You question and Agatha analyzes you through squinted eyes.
Her eyes work to gauge if you’ll be a trustworthy beholder of such a privilege today.
“Do you promise to be extra good for Mommy and rest while I’m gone so you can feel better?” Suspicion laces through her question and you know no matter how you answer she will be carrying her doubts throughout her shift.
“Promise!” You confirm and Agatha purses her lips.
“You can do better than that, bun.”
Considering her assessment of your response, you move your hand to roughly squeeze her breast. Her mouth slightly falls open and her breath hitches before you kiss her cheek and whisper against her lips.
“I’ll be good for you, Mommy. I promise.”
You relish in the tremble she tries to play off as a fidget. Cool fingers wrap around your wrist and pry your hand off of her chest. She pecks your lips and untangles your bodies to stand up.
From her new vantage point she declares:
“You can pick the movie, but if Rio reports any funny business we’ll be watching ghost hunter documentaries.”
You gasp at the threat of torture and don’t have the chance to match her suspicion before she saunters to the bathroom while pulling off her t-shirt. She throws you one last glance over her shoulder and squashes your desire to follow her into the shower when she shuts the door, lock clicking to punctuate your fate.
You throw your head against the pillow and your body reminds you that you ache and hurt all over. The dull throbbing in the front of your head is enough to entice you to rest your eyes until Agatha is done getting ready. You don’t bother to check your phone before you nest into the pillows and wait to hear the shower shut off.
Sleep lures you into its depths, but only for a few moments. You feel Agatha rustling through the covers to find your face. You open your eyes to find that Agatha is actually Rio and confusion wades your thoughts before the reality of Rio’s presence sinks in.
“You’re home!” You mumble happily, confusion floating somewhere just out of reach. “Wha time is it?”
Rio giggles at the way you slur through your clumsy stretching.
“Time for more meds,” Rio sing-songs and your eyes land on the small cup of liquid she’s carrying, frowning in response.
“Can you just set it down for a second? I need to sit up.” Your sleepiness helps you keep your tone casual and Rio complies, smiling down at you.
You pull the covers aside and pucker your lips to silently request a kiss. Rio is quick to meet your ask, but before her lips can brush your own you wrap your limbs around her warm frame and pull her on top of you. She yelps in the process and as her weight settles you shiver, unclear if it’s from the cold air or Rio’s close proximity. Warm lips press against each of your cheeks before meeting your own.
“My little trickster,” Rio chuckles as she pulls the covers back over you both.
“You’re nakey,” you playfully accuse, offloading the fault onto her.
“I am not!” She defends but folds quickly, “Not completely. I came to change into comfy clothes, but it was time for someone’s medicine. I figured my underwear would suffice for that task, but I should’ve known better.”
Her words aren’t capable of scolding you when they are punctuated by several playful kisses to your neck. Olive skin smolders under the soft light of the tabletop lamps and you are entranced by the warmth of its glow. Silken lips continue dancing with the lazy tickle of slow, contented breaths left in their wake. All of your senses are enveloped by Rio and you quickly fall into a drunken hubris. A whisper of a deeply familiar warm, woody scent proves to be too much and you lose all regard for anything other than the burning growing in your belly.
“Mmm, is that true, Daddy?” You drag your teeth over your bottom lip, mostly to not move too fast and risk Rio stopping you before you even get started. “You didn’t want me to see you and do this?”
Rio freezes against your neck and somehow isn’t moving a single muscle. You aren’t sure if she’s even breathing and it emboldens you as you bring your hand to your lips and let your pooled saliva drip onto your fingertips and into the palm of your hand. You carefully weave your hand between your bodies and under the waistband of her briefs, letting your mouth fall open with a soft gasp as you wrap around the heat of her quickly stiffening cock.
You give her a squeeze and an unsteady breath follows a strong twitch. It is the only sign of life from Rio, so you move to stroke your spit up her swelling member. She hisses and drops her hips to trap your hand, stilling your movement.
“Bunny…” she warns, but her voice waivers with need.
“Play with me, Daddy,” you tease.
Rio drops her face into the pillow and groans at her quaking resolve.
“No,” she grunts, muffled by her burrow. You aren’t surprised by the response, but you feign shock and hurt regardless.
“But Daddy…” you fuss shamelessly, “I need you.”
Rio’s cock twitches angrily this time and it rests hot, dense, and aching in your hand. After a moment of silence you test your luck.
“You’re so hard, Daddy. I know you need me too.” You turn and nip at her ear lobe, unable to reach much else. “Are you hard because you want to open up your little bunny’s pussy?”
“You know the rules, mi corazoncito.” Rio’s words are pained as she re-surfaces and softly kisses your cheek before looking down at you.
“I haven’t broken any yet. I promised Mommy I’d be good.”
Rio snorts, knowing your motives. You both know neither of you will break any rules. Neither of you want to. Still, she bites her lip and gives you a single, gentle grind into your hand.
“What do you think she’d do? If she were here?” You question as you resume your languid stroking over Rio’s cock.
The pressure is only enough to tease, just enough to spread your spit over her length. Her hips jerk against you every few strokes, but neither of you move to satisfy their request.
“She’d probably have you suckling on her tits. Maybe she’d let you share and I could suck on the other while I dry hump your needy little cunt.”
“Fuck,” you gasp as Rio lazily grinds into you, “Maybe she’d let me nurse from below. I’d lay here, just like this, and she’d be on all fours. Her tits would be in my face but her ass would be in yours. You’d want to bury your cock in me but you’d be too distracted because you’d be tongue fucking Mommy’s ass.”
Rio’s hips stutter harder than before and she holds her breath. You halt your movements and try to stifle your giggle.
“Fuck, baby…you can’t say things like that. I’ll—”
“Cum?” You squeeze her, but keep your hand still. “Mommy would love that…you making a mess in your undies… Cumming just from rutting against me and eating her ass. What do you think she’d say?”
“’It’s okay, Daddy. If our baby’s pussy feels half as good as their little mouth does I’d cum just from being near it too.’” Rio impersonates Agatha’s sultry coyness.
You hum, blissfully imagining Agatha cradling your head closer to her. You join Rio in theorizing what Agatha might say next.
“’I think our bunny wants to taste your cum, Daddy.’”
“Yeah? How would you want it, bun?”
The burning in your stomach threatens to swallow you whole as you imagine the different ways you could get a taste of the mess Rio made in this dream you’re both working to weave.
“I’d want you to get as much of your cum out of your underwear as you could then rub it all over Mommy’s hole.”
You ghost a kiss over Rio’s lips that she tries to chase and continue before she can claim your lips.
“I’d want to hear her groan… To have to chase her nipple and relatch because she’s pushing back so far into you as soon as you start to push your cum inside her ass.”
Rio nuzzles into your neck and you gently scratch the nails of your free hand up and down the back of her neck. Her skin pebbles in goosebumps and you can feel your own warmth radiating off of your center and through her briefs. Kissing the shell of her ear, you continue in a whisper.
“Then I’d want her to turn around and face you as she straddles my face. She’d bring her asshole to my lips and then it’d be my turn to eat Mommy’s ass.” You revel in your heady, horny stupor and swipe your tongue against Rio’s ear. “As soon as I start using my tongue to clean your cum out of her she’d pull my legs up against her chest and pull my underwear off.”
Rio’s breath burns heavier against your neck and you’ll do anything to encourage it.
“She’d hold both of my legs up with one arm and run her fingers all over my cunt. Her hand would get soaked because I’d be dripping. She’d use it to coat your cock as she pulled it out.”
You emphasize the idea by freeing just the head of Rio’s cock. It burns white hot against the soft swell of your belly, egging you on.
“She’d tap you against my clit…giggle when my hips jerk towards you. She’d line you up but let go so she could get a better grip on both of my legs. She’d have them locked in place, my thighs would be as tight as a vice. You’d have the perfect view of my little pink pussy.”
Rio’s whines when you release her cock and neither of you are sure if its in complaint or gratitude. You scratch your nails lightly down her back and satisfaction pulses through your veins at the responding chills that bloom over Rio’s body.
“You’d probably worry you might hurt me, as tight as you know I’d be. Then you’d remember how greedy your little bunny’s hole is for you, how fucking bad I need your cock filling me up. Mommy would have to snap you out of your staring contest with my cunt. It’d be easy, though, because she knows what you’re waiting for.”
Your hands easily slip beneath Rio’s briefs and you continue your light scratching over the swell of her ass. You grab as much as you can fit in your hands of the two supple ass cheeks and wonder how Rio’s ass can be so soft and pillowy with the amount of muscle you know lays at its foundation.
“You’re always so good to me, Daddy. So patient… I know Mommy loves that you wait for her permission to tear my pussy up.”
Using the leverage of your grip, you rock Rio into your core and the base of her cock meets your cunt. Though there’s two layers of fabric between you- you feel the heat of her cock nestle between your pussy lips. You both groan in tandem- your underwear practically glued to you by the wetness that is weeping through it. When her cock head pokes more deeply into your stomach, you barely register the leaking tip before she stiffens.
She pulls away from you and you feel like she’s just spun you around in an office chair.
“Call her. Now.” Rio demands. You nod your head dumbly, focusing on her lips that are rapidly approaching yours.
She claims your mouth and the noises coming from you are needy, greedy, and would have embarrassed you prior to meeting your wives. You manage to find your phone in the pile of pillows and blankets- somehow willing your brain to act through it’s singular, screaming request: Rio.
Fumbling with the buttons does nothing but almost make an emergency call. You hold the lock button, hoping Siri can take the reigns.
“Call Agg—” You’re efforts are thwarted when Rio’s tongue easily claims your mouth again, “Fuck.”
‘I’m sorry. I didn’t quite get that. Who do you want me to call?’ Siri offers, adding insult to injury.
Rio has no intention of letting you speak. You’re not fully sure if she has any intention of letting you breathe. You break away just long enough to shout a response.
“Mommy!”
Rio freezes, pulling back to quirk a brow at you.
‘Okay, calling Aggie purple heart.’
You tap the ‘speaker’ button before you notice Rio’s cheeks flush. She seems to be toying with a question and you’re happy to take a stab at what it is.
“It works for Daddy, too.” You whisper.
Rio’s brown eyes are molten and a twinkle floats along the surface of both pools. The twinkle turns mischievous and she playfully growls before kissing you deeply and moving to suck hickies along the skin of your neck.
“Dr. Harkness.” Agatha’s voice rings monotone and bored over the speaker.
“Mommy…” You whine.
She clears her throat and Rio chuckles against you at the telltale sign that Agatha has been caught off guard and is likely flustered.
“Mommy’s at work, sweetie. Is everything okay?”
You hear shuffling and an overexcited gasp.
“I didn’t know you had kids!” A male voice rang through the phone.
Your jaw drops open and you want to laugh, but Agatha’s growling tells you that isn’t a good idea. Rio, on the other hand, snickers against you with no regard for her volume level. You pinch her ass and Rio growls through her amusement and grinds into you. You moan before you can stop it.
“SCUT, Bohner. You’re on scut for a week.”
“Bu—”
“Two weeks!”
“What did I—”
You clench around nothing, imagining the look she must be giving him. It has to be hot to warrant his resulting:
“Jeez, fine. Okay! I’m sorry.”
You hear a few more moments of shuffling before Agatha speaks lowly into the phone.
“This certainly can’t be my little bunny calling. I was promised good behavior, but it sounds like someone is being naughty.”
Between Rio’s grinding and your lack of a good excuse you can only whine in reply.
“My sweet bunny is certainly resting right now and recovering so they can get over being sick. Isn’t that right, Rio?”
Rio freezes at the mention of her name before playfully rolling her eyes.
“In my defense, I was told I would be coming home to a little baby bunny. I wasn’t prepared for encountering a sex demon.”
It’s your turn to look indignant.
“I was sleeping. She woke me up and was naked.”
“Rio!”
“I had underwear on and was about to change. I was trying to administer medicine in a timely manner and I was accosted!”
Agatha gave an unimpressed ‘hmph’ and you continued squinting at Rio. She gave you a kiss as a peace offering before defending you both.
“You’ve seen our bunny, Agatha. How could I resist our baby when they need Mommy and Daddy’s attention? I just wanted to call and make sure its okay that I keep this cunt nice and wet for you…” Rio slyly adds, “Think of how needy our little bunny will be by the time you get home…”
You can vaguely make out a whisper across the line of ‘Jesus fucking christ.’
“Fine,” Agatha feigns annoyance, but you can hear the need laced in her tone. “But neither of you are to cum until I’m home. Am I clear?”
You and Rio offer a ‘Yes, Mommy’ and ‘Yes, my love’ in tandem.
“Good. I have to get back to work. And find Bohner to make sure he keeps his mouth shut.”
Your laughter is cut off by a clear command from Rio, though you can see her biting back an amused smile.
“Behave.”
“Listen to Daddy, little love. I love you both very much. I’ll be home as soon as I can. Don’t have too much fun without me.”
You all trade ‘I love you’s and promises to see each other soon. The call ends and a moment of silence falls over the room. Rio breaks first, falling into a fit of giggles.
“It’s always fucking Bohner.” She says, tone bordering on impressed.
Your bodies quake and tremble against each other as you join her in laughter.
You think little of buzz that comes from your phone until another buzz follows it immediately. You glance at your phone and notice you have two messages from Agatha. One is an image that causes you to flush in an instant. Rio cranes her head to get a good view of the picture of Agatha’s very, very wet pussy that she has spread with her fingers. Her clit stands tall and you echo agreement with Rio’s groan.
You scroll down to see the accompanying message and your body winds so tightly you’re sure it may snap on its own.
Aggie 💜
Aggie: This is where you’ll be nursing from tonight, bunny. Tell Daddy if she’s good I’ll let her put her fist in me while I fuck your little mouth.
Your swallow is an act of labor and you hear a near feral growl come from above before you are wholly consumed by Rio.
To be continued…
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A/N: Hello, it me. Don't consider it a cliffhanger… Agatha is just edging us. We can't cum until she's home remember??
Also, I am a leo so if you have any spare crumbs of compliments or validation know they'll be cherished for all time.
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