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redvelvetnat · 6 months ago

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fuck the police they said 🤷🏽‍♀️ what else was i supposed to do???

fuzzy pink handcuffs

ship: agatha harkness x rio vidal x reader

summary/request: you and rio poke the bear.

word count: 2k

notes: reader has a vagina, referred to with gender neutral pronouns

warnings: smut (18+), roleplaying, dom!agatha, switch!rio (but mainly sub here), sub!reader, also brat!reader and rio, manhandling, magic as bondage, spanking, fingering (R receiving), voyeurism (rio likes to watch :3), orgasm denial

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“No.”

“But, Agatha--”

“Absolutely not. And don’t even start giving me those sad, puppy eyes,” Agatha points a finger accusingly at you. You resist the urge to nip her finger, instead ignoring her order completely and giving her those aforementioned puppy eyes. “You’re such a spoiled brat, you know that?”

“Whose fault is that?” You grin knowingly.

Agatha whips around to face Rio, who’s watching this argument with great amusement plastered on her face. The other woman is nestled back into her favorite chair, enjoying the show as Agatha gets more and more flustered.

“This is all your fault.”

Rio raises her hands up, chuckling at her lover’s anger. “Hey, I’m not the one who was having Criminal Minds fantasies.”

“You’re the one who told them about it!” Agatha throws her hands up in defeat, flopping back on the couch and pouting.

She wasn’t wrong about that fact. After Agatha had successfully escaped the Westview Hex and reunited with you and Rio, Rio so kindly recalled the little roleplay that you missed. The thought of your lover as a gruff, brooding detective immediately had your mind racing with possibilities.

Unfortunately, Agatha was being rather resistant to all the ideas you had.

“C’mon, sweetheart,” Rio stood up from her seat, crossing the room to cup Agatha’s face. Agatha sneers at her, but doesn’t pull away. “Don’t you think it would be fun?”

You decide to join Rio’s new method of persuasion, getting up from your own seat and kneeling in front of Agatha. Rio sits beside Agatha to give you more room, while she watches as you rest your chin on her knee, looking up at her through your lashes.

“Just this once, then I’ll shut up about it forever!” You plead.

“Why do you even want this so bad?” Agatha questions, but you can tell by the way she’s analyzing your face that she’s letting her guard down. “Even for you, this begging is pretty pathetic.”

“I just think the idea sounds hot,” you mumble, pressing your lips against her leg softly. “Seeing you in a cute flannel, all rugged and tough looking for clues. Interrogating a very stubborn suspect who just won’t talk. Figuring out a way to make them talk.”

“You talk plenty,” Agatha scoffs, but her breath is unsteady.

“Not when I’m hiding information, Detective Harkness.”

“Might as well quit pretending you’re not into this, Agatha,” Rio kisses her cheek, earning a glare. She ignores it and trails kisses down Agatha’s jawline, enjoying the way her breath hitches. “If your head were clearer, you would’ve fucked me right there in that office. Wouldn’t you have?”

“No, I have a semblance of self-control, unlike you two.”

“Liar,” Rio and you say in unison.

Agatha scoffs, turning her face away from us both. The flush on her cheeks stands out on her pale skin, betraying her feigned indifference. “One of you is already on your knees for me. Think I’m still winning that fight.”

You pout up at her, deciding to risk it all by kissing up Agatha’s clothed thighs. Even with the barrier of fabric, the contact is enough to make Agatha spread her legs for you. Exactly the leverage you needed. Inching closer and closer to her center, her eyes finally daring to look at you. Rio’s hand comes to the back of your head, and you know that you’re both thinking the same thing.

Right as you plant a kiss over Agatha’s clothed cunt, Rio tugs your head back.

“Fuck. You.” Agatha grits her teeth, hand darting out to pull your head back against her, but you move swiftly out of her grasp. “You are both such brats.”

“We’re just ‘poking the bear,’ honey.”

“Consider the bear throroughly poked,” Agatha’s voice deepens, eyes dark as she considers her two troublemakers. “We’re going to do this my way, got it?”

“So, that’s a yes?” You climb up to kiss her, but she catches you with a hand on your throat, not choking but firm enough to push you back from her face.

“You don’t touch a decorated detective without permission, kid. Watch yourself.”

Eyes darting from Agatha’s steely glare to Rio’s excited grin, you swallow, telling yourself this is exactly what you asked for.

“Yes, Detective Harkness.”

---

The metal chair is cold against your bare thighs, your dress riding up as you squirm. Agatha’s office serves as your interrogation room - a folding table dug up from her storage in front of you, purple magic encircling your wrists and pinning them down against it.

(Agatha did not want to use your suggestion of fuzzy pink handcuffs that Jen gave you as a gag gift. She practically seemed offended that you even suggested it.)

“How long is she going to take?”

Your eyes dart over to Rio, sitting on the antique chaise, hands similarly bound by Agatha’s magic, resting in her lap. She’s dressed in a smart looking white button down, and tailored black dress pants. Agatha was serious about doing things her way - and the two of you were completely at her mercy.

Heavy boots stomp through the hallway, and you hold your breath as the woman of the hour enters. Dressed in that flannel that makes her icey blue eyes pop even more, sleeves rolled up halfway to show off her arms, she knows exactly what you want.

“So, you got anything to say for yourself?” Agatha raises an eyebrow, dropping a folder on the table. The expression on her face is cold and stern, but the exaggeration of her deepened voice makes you smirk a bit. For as much fuss she made over not wanting to roleplay, Agatha would never miss the opportunity to be dramatic.

“Just that you’ve got the wrong person.”

“Oh, yeah?” Agatha crosses her arms over her chest, propping her foot up on the other folding chair at the table. “My source over there tells me you were clearly at the mall where the jewelry store was robbed, on that same night. After closing time. Care to explain another reason for trespassing?”

The “source” chuckles from the couch. Agatha shoots Rio a glare, then turns back to you expectantly.

“Well?”

“I’m not talking. Not without a lawyer present.”

As Agatha stalks around the table towards you, you feel your breath hitch as she watches you with a predatory gaze. She places one hand on the table and one on the back of your chair, caging you in with her arms. Your eyes dart to her lips as she leans in close. It takes everything in your power to not just tug her in for a kiss right there.

“You seem to be under the impression that I play by the book. Well I’ve got bad news, hun. Nothin’s gonna stop me from cracking this case. And that includes a stubborn brat.” She grips your face roughly, barely hiding the way her breath hitches as you gasp under her manhandling. “We’re not leaving this room until you fess up. I don’t care if it takes all night, all week, all fuckin’ month.”

“C’mon, Detective,” you pout, words sounding jumbled as she squeezes your face. “I know you don’t want to do that.”

“You don’t have any idea what I want.”

“I know what you need,” you purr. “So damn pent up, it’s practically radiating off of you.”

“You’re a bigger fuckin’ brat than I thought. Just because you're such a slut, doesn’t mean I’m pent up,” she pushes away from you, knocking you off balance. With your wrists bound to the table, you manage to catch yourself as the chair goes crashing to the ground.

“Could’ve fooled me,” Rio chimes in with a grin. With a flick of her hands, Agatha casts a quick spell, conjuring a magic gag for Rio.

“I didn’t ask your opinion, Agent. I can handle this brat just fine on my own.” Rio rolls her eyes.

The angle at which you’re stuck to the table leaves you hunching over as you stand, bent over in a way that you’re sure gives Agatha a view up your dress. You shuffle awkwardly, trying to adjust to your new position.

“Maybe I’d be more convinced that you aren’t just itching for some release if you didn’t keep staring down my dress.”

“Shut up,” Agatha growls, pacing behind you like she’s circling her prey. You can feel her heated gaze on your bent over form and shake your ass a bit to entice her even more. A grunt escapes from her, clearly muffling a more obvious moan.

“Make me.”

The jolt of pain hits you before you even realize what happened. Agatha’s practically slammed you forward, face smushed against the table. Lucky for your limbs, she releases the magical binds temporarily. Her hand comes up to tug at your hair, her body pressed against your back.

Your ass is left vulnerable in this position, and the denim of her jeans rubs against it roughly. Her scent engulfs you completely as she leans down to whisper in your ear. “This what you want, brat? Wanted to see what would happen if you poked the bear?”

A chuckle escapes you. You can’t help it, you and Rio haven’t let that go for a single second.

Unfortunately for you, you’re in the most compromising position possible. Sharp pain rips through you as Agatha’s hand meets your ass, the sting accompanied by a yelp that’s ripped from your throat. Her hands grip you roughly, not allowing you any time to recover.

“Pathetic,” she practically spits at you. “This can end right now if you fess up.”

The roleplay efforts had almost completely left your mind at this point, but as always, Agatha was committed to the bit. Words bounce around your brain, but none of them seem right so you just let out a strangled whine. Thankfully, Agatha takes pity on you.

“Not gonna talk huh? I see how it is. Maybe I can offer a little…” Agatha’s hand cups your cunt, fingers sliding against the wet fabric of your underwear. “...motivation. Fuckin’ soaked already.”

Rio groans through her gag, and you feel Agatha smirk against the back of your neck. Using your hair as leverage, she moves you to face Rio. You moan as you see her, now even more bound as Agatha’s magic is keeping her legs spread, giving her no chance at even rubbing her thighs together for release. Her eyes are hazy as she watches Agatha slip her fingers past your underwear and through your slick folds, and you know that she’s desperate for a chance to touch, to taste.

“Looks like Agent Vidal’s enjoying the interrogation as well,” Agatha hums, kissing along your neck. You push your hips back against Agatha’s fingers as she pushes two into your wet heat, the sound of your soaked cunt echoing through the room as she thrusts. “Not nearly as much as you though, huh sweetheart?”

“Yes, Detective. I mean no, not as much as me, I mean…”

“Poor baby, broke your brain already?” Agatha laughs, curling her fingers in a way that she knows will drive you crazy. Your legs shake, your body tumbling toward climax faster and faster with every curl of Agatha’s fingers. “I can feel you clenching around me, bet you wanna cum so bad, hm?”

“Y-yes.”

“Oh, so that question was clear enough! Well, since you’re willing to answer things now…”

You could practically scream when Agatha pulls her hand away. She wipes her wet fingers on your ass and tugs you up to a standing position again. “Now, let’s try this again. Why were you at the scene of the crime?”

“Agatha--”

“That’s Detective to you. I told you we were gonna do this my way.” It occurs to you that the sentence is both in and out of character, and you realize that you fully got yourself into this situation, arousal dripping down your thighs with no sign of relief soon.

Agatha smirks at your betrayed expression. Your eyes dart over to Rio for help, but she just shakes her head as if she knew Agatha would pull something like this.

It’s gonna be a long night.

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