#v: mcu;

[d0litte]

[littlewidowlena]

I think about the height difference daily, look how small she is?!??!!!

[florencebirdsong]

Established Jealousy

Agatha Harkness x Rio Vidal x Reader

Agatha All Along Week 2025 - Day 1: Jealousy

Summary: Agatha comes home to find Rio two knuckles deep in you. She isn’t impressed.

Tags: Established polyamory, grinding, fingering, oral, orgasm denial, voyeurism, magical bondage, Mistress Agatha, Sir Rio, Sub Reader

She/her pronouns used for Reader. Pet names - love, pet

Words: 2,464

Authors note: Happy Agatha all along week!! Please enjoy my humble offering

ao3 | masterlist

You gaze aimlessly out the window as you lay on the bed. Agatha is away doing one of her more elaborate traps, apparently she found a particularly powerful witch who has been keeping herself successfully under the radar for decades. You’re bored out of your mind. Your own fault for saying you wanted to stay home instead of joining her in her latest feeding, but at the time all you had wanted was to stay snuggled in bed. Three days later and you miss your wife. You’re also pouting just a little at not getting to watch her siphon. She’s as captivating as the first time you watched her siphoned someone.

A pressure begins building outside and you frown. It’s the usual feeling of someone with immense magical power who isn’t hiding it but it most definitely isn’t Agatha. It only takes you a few more moments to place who the power is emanating from. Rio.

You sit up eagerly. You’d recognise her presence anywhere. She rises from the beds shadow and you grin at her. She’s never been one for doors (except when she’s pissed off Agatha). You take her in eagerly. She’s in one of her slightly more modern outfits with a green jacket and thin vines snaking along her pants. A smile stretches wide across her face. She’s in one of her giddy moods.

“Love!” she exclaims and squishes your cheeks between her hands. “How’s my littlest love been these long days I’ve been away?”

Rio had taken to calling you little the moment she learnt how young you are compared to Agatha, which is centuries. 

“Good,” you say, your words slightly distorted due to your cheeks being squished. “Missed you.”

“And I’ve missed you,” she places a quick peck on your forcibly puckered lips before asking, “And where is our sweetheart?”

Her grips lessen as she looks around. You can feel her reach out with her magic. She would’ve sensed if Agatha were home long before she got here but it’s still cute to watch her double check.

“Off siphoning a coven,” you say. “She should be home in a day or so.”

“Perfect,” Rio murmurs and pulls you in for a kiss.

It’s not her usual response to Agatha being away but you’re too distracted by her soft lips to question it. You happily lean into her, your hands creeping under her jacket and then up her shirt to feel her cool skin. You try to pull her closer but she pushes you back instead. You follow her lead and lay down, wrapping your legs eagerly around her hips when she climbs between them. 

Agatha hasn’t technically forbidden you from touching yourself this time but she’d been so intent on outsmarting the latest witch it might have slipped her mind. Or she purposely said nothing so she had someone to punish while on a big siphoning high.

Either idea excites you. If she genuinely forgot and you’ve behaved, the reward will be mind-blowing. If she did it on purpose, she’ll trick you into breaking a rule before punishing you stupid. Either way, you’re needy and have no intention of stopping Rio.

She’s quick to remove your shirt and grope your chest, her lips never far from your own. She plays with your chest until you’re grinding up against her in need. She rips your pants and underwear off instead of taking the time to remove them. Her fingers find you soaked and she growls. You gasp into her mouth as her wet fingers circle your clit. Rio pulls back just far enough to watch your face as her hand dips lower and she pushes two fingers slowly into you. You mewl when she’s two knuckles deep. She always makes you feel fuller than she should.

Movement catches the corner of your eye and you turn your head. Agatha stands in the doorway, power pulses off of her. She’s fresh from a feeding and ready to burn off the euphoria. She also looks less than impressed.

“Is two days all it takes for my pet to get desperate enough to start humping someone else?”

Your hands tighten on Rio’s shoulders. You’ve always found Agatha’s ability to get jealous about you and Rio more than a little amusing. It’s best not to push her but fuck when she greets you like this you want to do it all the time.

“A bit past humping,” you say.

Rio punishes your cheek with a curl of her fingers. You whimper.

“Only having a taste, sweetheart,” Rio says like she isn’t deep inside of you.

“Three fingers is hardly a taste,” Agatha scoffs. “No doubt you were planning to devour her until I interrupted.”

“I’ll show you exactly how far I was planning to go,” Rio says.

A threat, a promise and a goad all in one. Agatha’s eyes trail your limp form as she considers this, or considers how she’ll stop Rio. 

She’s a vision. Her pupils are blown, her hair thicker from the crackling magic in the air and she’s in her witch robes. You can feel the magic pulsing off of her. You want to taste it on your tongue. She gestures for Rio to continue.

Rio starts pumping her fingers again. Your hips lift to meet her thrusts but you can’t look away from Agatha. She draws closer without taking her eyes away from where Rio’s fingers disappear inside of you. Having her eyes on you makes the pressure build even faster. Rio swipes your clit and your nails dig into the soft leather of her jacket, your mouth falling open as you pant.

Agatha finally looks at you. “Are you getting close?”

Agatha is always aware of how close you are. It’s like she has a sixth sense for it. But you nod anyway. There’s no need to get in even more trouble. If you’re in trouble at all? It’s hard to tell when she’s like this. Rio continues to lightly play with your clit as she thrusts into you.

You’re moments away from tipping over the edge when she pulls away. Her wet hand moves to your hip to hold you down as you whine and squirm in protest. Your hips desperately searching for the slightest bit of friction to send you over the edge.

“I see,” Agatha says, “And how many times were you planning to deny the poor thing?”

Poor thing. That has to mean she’s feeling merciful, right?

“Until you came home,” Rio says.

You whimper at the idea. Agatha is home two days early. The amount of times Rio could have edged you would’ve driven you insane. Agatha’s eyes darken and she licks her lips. She likes the idea.

“Don’t let me stop you,” she says, in a way that shows she’s still slightly agitated.

“Mistress—” you try to beg but she waves her hand and the connection between your mouth and brain is gone. It’s rare that she doesn’t allow you to make any noise and the whine that escapes you proves she still wants to hear how desperate you are.

“My love,” Rio says, voice soothing. “I only wanted for you to come home to an incredibly desperate pet.”

“She gets plenty desperate from my absence,” Agatha says with a tight jaw.

“As desperate as this?” Rio pointedly runs her fingers through your soaked folds.

She gathers your wetness and lifts her fingers to show Agatha. The humiliation goes straight to your clit. Your legs unconsciously close tight around Rio in an attempt to get even a bit of pressure on your aching centre.

“If she’s been naughty.”

“Does listening to her Sir make her naughty?” 

Agatha steps close enough to grab Rio’s chin in a tight grip. You can see her sharp nails digging in.

“Yes, when her Sir is also being naughty.”

You’re definitely in trouble then. The way Rio is looking at Agatha tells you she isn’t going to be any help. The borderline worship on her face means she’s in the mood for obedience, despite how she started this play. Which means she won’t allow you to come purely to piss Agatha off.

“Tell me to stop fucking her and I will.”

Agatha scoffs and shoves Rio’s head to the side. “Antagonistic as ever.”

“Whatever helps to keep you entertained.”

“What will entertain me most is my pet spread out below me,” Agatha says.

Rio huffs a laugh and climbs to lay by your side. She has to force your legs to let her go. 

“Don’t let me stop you,” Rio gestures to you. It’s an effort not to squeeze your thighs together. Agatha gives Rio a long look. There’s no doubt some mild mischief on the way and Rio actions are verging on a command. Purple wraps around Rio’s wrists and yanks. She goes from lounging on her side to stretched out. She laughs again. She doesn’t fight the hold.

Agatha straddles you, still in her witch robes. It glides against your bare skin. The magic still rolls off of her. You shiver.

Please, Mistress, you beg. There’s no way to know if Agatha is currently in your mind or if she knows what you want from your expression.

“Does the naughty pet think she can ask for things?”

No. You don’t stop your pleading look. Agatha snorts and flicks her wrist. Her robes disappear. Electricity races where she touches you, the magic jumping from her skin. You arch into the feeling. Agatha’s purple forces you back down.

Her cold hands trail over your skin, her eyes admiring the effect Rio has on you. Her hands dip lower and you tense in anticipation. Her hands stop just below your waist. You try not to pout. Based on Agatha’s crinkled brows you fail. Agatha stays perfectly still and it takes you all of a second to realise it’s not a tease. Neither of you had been paying attention to Rio. A mistake. 

“Rio,” Agatha snarls.

“She’s spread out below you, isn’t she?” Rio asks smugly. Her fingers sneak below Agatha’s just to show she can before moving behind to reach where you’re aching. She traces patterns just above your twitching clit. 

Agatha’s magic sparks but it’s quickly swallowed by Rio’s green. The purple around your wrists is replaced by green that dances up and down your arms.

You hadn’t been expecting Rio to merely give in to Agatha’s commands, you all know that Agatha finds a fight much more entertaining than easy submission, but you’ve never seen her freeze Agatha like this before.

Rio’s fingers find your clit and you stop thinking about it. Agatha will slowly undo the spell Rio used whether you figure it out or not. You want to enjoy Rio’s hands before Agatha forces her to stop.

Rio runs light, teasing circles around your clit. You try to press closer but you can’t move far with Agatha on top of you. You feel Agatha’s eyes burn into you. The way they trace your face, your heaving chest, where Rio’s fingers play with you. You should probably do something to stop Rio, or at the very least resist, so Agatha doesn’t punish you for it later but what can you do against a cosmic being?

Rio buries her fingers inside of you and you moan. She keeps fucking you and you think she’s actually going to let you come. Then she stills. You whimper and whine and try to fuck yourself onto them but her magic presses you down. She won’t let you come until she decides that you can. Or until Agatha takes over. 

You notice a warm, wet feeling against your stomach and you look down. Agatha is wet. Rio follows your gaze and smiles slowly.

“Someone’s enjoying herself,” she says.

“Well it’s certainly not our pet,” Agatha says waspishly.

“We both know she loves the torture.” Agatha doesn’t say anything so Rio continues. “Why don’t we help you out a bit, hm?” Rio turns to you. “You want to make your mistress feel good, right pet?”

You nod eagerly. The caressing magic around your arms seeps into your skin. Your arms move without your say. Your hands land on Agatha’s hips and tighten. You watch with wide eyes as you move Agatha’s hips to grind against you.

Agatha looks furious but there’s no hiding the way her wetness grows. Rio’s fingers start moving again and your hands grip Agatha’s hips tight enough to bruise. Thankfully, Rio’s spell keeps your arms moving. Your ability to set a regularly pace is rapidly disappearing under her fingers and Agatha might’ve killed you for it.

There’s not enough friction for her to come but her breathing gets heavier and her face begins to flush. You watch, captivated even as your own orgasm grows.

Heat rises. You know the pleasure is going to end in another edge but you sink into it anyway. It feels too good to resist. You still writhe and squirm and whine when Rio pulls away. It doesn’t sway her.

You thought the heat was from your own rising orgasm. It’s only as it slips away that you realise that it’s coming from Agatha. Her magic radiates warmth as it undoes Rio’s spell.

The furnace turns into a roaring fire and Agatha breaks free. Rio is pinned to the bed by her neck in a second, Agatha’s snarling face inches from her own. Rio’s pupils are blown.

“You think you’re so clever,” Agatha snarls.

“Not as clever as you,” Rio says.

Agatha falters for a moment at the frank honesty, but only for a moment. “You’re not going to be able to walk by the time I’m done with you.”

“As fun as that will be, isn’t there someone else needing your attention?” Rio’s eyes flicker to you. You try to look as pathetic as possible. Agatha grinds her teeth.

“Make it up to me,” she commands Rio. Sir turns to you.

“You want to come?” Sir asks. You nod eagerly. “Then eat out your mistress.”

You try to push yourself up but your shaking arms give out. Agatha snorts and pushes you onto your back.

“Hold your tongue out,” she commands as she climbs on top of you. You obey and watch with eager eyes as she moves above your face. “Don’t move,” Agatha warns. You wouldn’t dare. Her taste fills you as she grinds against your face. You fall into a haze of her smell and taste as she uses you. 

Agatha is halfway to orgasm when you feel Rio’s hands creeping back up your thighs. She’s cruel enough to tease you before slipping two fingers back inside. Nothing feels better than this. Than being surrounded and consumed by them.

“Come for your owners,” Rio says.

You arch into their embrace.

[beyond-the-frozen-pines]

a crossover absolutely nobody asked for!

[supercap2319]

Soldier Boy's smile is a wicked grin, his voice rough and dirty as he speaks. "Now, that's what I like to see. Two pretty boys making out with my dick... you're gonna be perfect for my fucked up world, aren't ya?" He looks down at Y/N and Peter. Both of them pay lavish attention on every inch of Soldier Boy's cock, hands moving in unison as they each pleasure a different part of his shaft. Their tongues flick over the sensitive head, then suckle on his balls, worshipping his masculinity.

"Fuck, that's good..." Soldier Boy groans out, his voice rough and low as he watches the both of them eagerly suck him off. "You both love my cock, don't you? You two little whores... make me cum..."

Y/N and Peter nod, moaning like bitches in heat as they pleasure Soldier Boy.

[julesodd]

Didn’t have to do me dirty like that

[sad-endings-suck]

times are tough. i need to get back in touch with a piece of media that i can hyper-fixate on

[marvelsgirl616]

☺️🪷

[axelmedellin]

Daily drawing 9 june 2025

Iron Man, Mark V

[risrambles]

sam and bucky having nerf gun wars should be canon bc i said so

like just imagine how insane it would be? lights off, couch cushions off the couch and being used as barricades as sam and bucky each have their own separate sides of the living room where they plot on how to beat the other. one game sam sneaks out the house through the patio door behind his fort while bucky is concentrated on trying to stealth crawl across the floor and when bucky inevitably gets to sam’s side and finds No Sam, sam crashes through the window (they have no sense of house preservation in these scenarios) and just unloads ten nerf bullets as bucky screams at him that he cheated. so next time they play bucky goes all out winter soldier style and is HUNTING sam down no matter where he goes. every couple of minutes when sam thinks he safe a nerf dart comes from nowhere and he gets pissed because How The Fuck Is He Doing This?

[sugarskies]

does it sound dramatic if i admit i lowkey headcanon that bob's muscles give him some level of body dysmorphia, particularly during his lows, because he's so NOT used to being muscular. like, it's scientific fact that meth can have significant effects on muscle tissue. even if bob did work out a lot, and i don't imagine he did, he would probably struggle to build much muscle mass at all. and then one day he wakes up and he's fucking ripped. maybe it looks good to most people but i just feel like it would be so fundamentally not him he wouldn't even recognize himself in the mirror. and it bothers him because he has the "perfect" body and he should be grateful and sometimes he is but he really just wants look like himself again

[dorianism]

burnt offerings

chapter #1 / two-way (ao3)

word count: 898

warnings: n/a

tags: mutant!reader, genderneutral!reader, mi!reader

"You aren’t sure why you’re so drawn to Ryker’s Island. Maybe it’s the subconscious fear of ending up there that’s gnawing inside you or something else completely... So, when you find yourself drifting away to that familiar place you try your best to hold the connection."

You aren’t sure why you’re so drawn to Ryker’s Island. Maybe it’s the subconscious fear of ending up there that’s gnawing inside you or something else completely... So, when you find yourself drifting away to that familiar place you try your best to hold the connection.

You wish you can say they’re just dreams and give into your delusions, but you know they’re not dreams or nightmares. It’s just… You.

Mutants have a mixed reputation. While some advocated for mutant rights, a lot didn’t. So, when your powers started to show themselves a couple years ago you just believed you were out of your mind and that you were just having some ‘episodes’. How it was all just some undiagnosed mental illness you were suffering from. Having to come to terms with the fact that you were both mentally unwell and a mutant is challenging and quite frankly still a work in progress. You don’t really understand the scope of your powers; you just try your best to pick up the pieces every time you create a mess.

You only catch glimpses of the prison through your connection. You hear radio chatter from the guards all the way to the sizzling grill in the kitchen, and that’s all you can sense for a while. Until you home-in on a familiar feeling, fear.

“You just gonna stand there or what?” You hear someone grunt and it takes a few moments for you to realize they’re addressing you. After a second or two, the uniformed man to your right scoffs and a loud ringing catches you off guard. All hope of maintaining your delusions is lost when you look down to see yourself wearing the same uniform as the other prison guard. Without thinking, you step into the unlocked cell with a strangely unfamiliar man.

Fuck.

You don’t recognize him which makes the feeling of déjà vu you’re experiencing all the more confusing and… terrifying. He lifts his head to glance at the platter of food you’re holding, then to you. You don’t know what to say or how to act, so you freeze. You’re unsure if he picks up on your fear as he looks at you inexpressively and you figure it’s a normal response in these walls… If any of the inmates show how petrified they truly are it’d make them all the easier to prey on. So, you try to adopt that strategy as well and figure that the less you say the better.

You step closer to the man that’s restrained to the seat that’s embedded in the wall. This isn’t something new you figured due to his lack of a reaction; this is a routine. His routine.

You glance at his hand and arm restraints in your peripheral vision, and you reach for the fork on the platter. Nothing is left up to your imagination after seeing the environment. He is a dangerous man, not just evident by the restraints but evident by the need for your presence. He’s very capable of feeding himself, but he isn’t allowed to.

Because anything is a weapon in his hands.

You focus all your energy on keeping your arms and hands steady as you lift the fork up to his mouth, trying to keep your tough façade going. You don’t make direct eye contact with the man, but you feel his intense glare.

He knows something is up, you sense it. You might not be a traditional ‘telepath’ who can read people’s minds, but you can catch glimpses of thoughts through your empathic abilities. You can sense his confusion; you feel his fevered mind rush with thoughts so fast you can’t concentrate on them. His raspy voice brings you out of his psyche and now it’s you whose mind is racing.

“Cat got your tongue, Johnson?”

Your body tenses, and he knows it. In fact, he’s amused. You suck it up and make eye contact with furrowed brows, yet you can’t find the strength to quip back.

‘What a joke.’ Flashes through your mind and you wince. You hate it, no. You hate him. He’s made your life here hell and you want him dead for it.

“Jesus…” You flinch by accident as his hatred for the guard starts to seep into you, it’s so powerful that you almost miss the hint of desperation in him. You keep your head down and focus on giving him the last forkful of what Ryker’s call ‘food’. It doesn’t take long for the previous guard to return and escort you out of the man’s cell. The connection starts to slowly fracture as you walk away, almost as if the inmate was the one holding it together.

“Don’t tell me you listened to whatever that crazy asshole had to say…” The prison officer mocks you and you deny the effect the inmate has on you.

When you find yourself back in the comfort of your own bed you release the breath you didn’t know you were holding. The aroma of the fresh coffee in your apartment calls to you, enticing you to get up and grab yourself a cup. For the rest of the day you try to erase whatever just happened. But… You can’t.

That hatred? The desperation that he unknowingly shared? It stuck with you.

Just like how your name dwelled in his mind long after your two-way connection dissipated.

[radioactive-yuri]

we need helmut zemo as citizen v in the mcu thunderbolts desperately. listen. i KNOW his eastern european ass is fluent in russian and would have the most insane conversations with alexei, only for yelena to pull him away like "you know he still thinks you're serbian, right?". add onto that the american flag he wears ironically on the citizen v costume, i imagine john walker would have things to say. plus, the pre-existing dynamic he already has with bucky, the sass-off he would have with ava, it would be utter chaos. beautiful, beautiful chaos.

[gebstargeb]

date night 🌙

[ivystoryweaver]

Look, whoever thinks Steven Grant ain't got game watched a different show...

BUT THEN

[slayrrys]

helloooo :-) my name is ali, but i go by dorian. i am desperately seeking a descriptive, semi-novella length (or more hehe) roleplay with someone who has similar interests. by "descriptive" i mean / prefer anything well over 1000 words or 3-5+ paragraphs.

i have been in the roleplay / writing scene for a longgggg long time — since i was first granted unrestricted internet access at the ripe age of 12. i am 24 now, and i am not comfortable roleplaying with anyone younger than 20 years of age. i have a lot of rp experience under my belt (oc x canon, mumu — i prefer doubling!) and i would love to continue the hobby! i am a stickler for plotting — i also have way too many pinterest boards and playlists for my characters & pairings. i make edits for my ocs and their respective partners, and i just overall loveeee to yap and yap and yap about my ocs.

while my introduction seems very casual & laid back, my writing style isn't! i just really like lowercase letters LMFAO

my fandoms of interest : bridgerton, game of thrones / hotd & related, daisy jones & the six (+ the tjr universe) (this one is a long shot), marvel / mcu & related, greys anatomy, the walking dead. plenty more but this is what comes to mind!

also super interested in making new friends hehe :) i love to read and write, and i'm always open to new recs for books / music / television / film.