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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.

🍓

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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anyshowwitharainbow · 20 days ago

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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!

AO3 | My Fics | pt. 1 | pt.2

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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