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🔒What's with The Lock?🔐

Is Maya a Power Bottom?

Warning: KINK/BDSM/ Maya is a bottom / Mama kink still/ Mama can be a bottom lol/ the lock in a lot of kink bdsm scenes means a bottom/ Service Bottom / Reader is Top / ORAL SEX TO THE MAX/ BDSM safe words/ Bdsm Kink Party/ DO NOT GO TO PARTIES FUCKED UP / Sorry Sal / Patty x Quinn / Reader is an Erotica Writer / Chocking /Belt play / Spit Kink/ Power kink/ Power bottom? Maybe or maybe just cum slut?/ Service Bottom / Maya get's off on Getting R off/ Fetish talks / Vocabulary of Sex/ Intimacy / smut smut and smut / Neediness is safe on this blog mf's/ Orgasm Denial/ Kneeling/ Almost sub drop but not / Service Kink / Strap on / Cock warming / MDNI 18+ / Maya is a bottom, but she's still Maya guys/ Violence and Blood / L.A Mansion and money/ success kink / Maya is Feared

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Would you believe me if I told you my Spotify playlist for writing Maya stories has 73 songs and about 4 hours long lol. (Painting is by Jen Mazza) - I wrote this and I was tired when I edited, so if it has lots of errors it is my bad guys

“Honey Butter?” You yell with your laptop on your lap and you are seated in the kitchen. You are biting your thumb sideways between your teeth with frustration.

Maya closes the fridge to look at you. Holding a pallegrino as she kicks off her heels by the sink like she doesn’t care anymore, she needs them off.

“Honey butter?” She questions, even though Maya had been listening to you re-read the paragraph, you were struggling with.

“For semen.” You say as if that wasn’t obvious and Maya thinks about it as she unhooks her big earrings and sets them on the kitchen counter. Her gorgeous face scrunches as she thinks about your vocabulary selection.

“Hmm…I don’t know, it feels the same as when people use the term creaming.” Maya muses and takes a big swig of the sparkling water.

“You don’t like creaming?” You ask further confused, as you’d used it in three books, and to just now find out Maya doesn’t like it is strange.

Maya reads your face, and she backtracks, having liked when you used it in bed.

“I don’t dislike creaming, I just think you’ll get a split opinion on it. Sorta like poonani.” She states taking out her phone from her back pocket and putting it next to you. You are in your comfy weekend clothes, as Friday night was the start of your weekend. Even if you’d still be writing tomorrow, fucking deadlines and responsabilities.

“That is different.” You defend seriously, dinner has already been ordered. Maya had called you the second she walked out of her office, as was your routine. For the two of you to play the ‘what are we having for dinner tonight’ game for ten minutes, and then you ask Maya if she wants wine. She pretends to decide what type, you pretend to let her pretend as you put her white wine (which she won’t really touch) in the fridge before she answers. Maya drank very little, but she liked the option.

She had a martini at a party, a rum fruity drink with an umbrella, while you swam poolside on vacation, and white wine on Fridays after a hard week.

But Maya didn’t drink often, because of your rule.

You would fuck Maya gently while she was a little tipsy, sure.

But you wouldn’t engage in kink while she wasn’t completely sober. It was a hard limit, and so Maya drank and smoked very rarely. As she was more addicted to your kink dynamic than any other stimulant.

“How?”

Maya drank the pellegrino again.

“Because it’s cultural slang, this is not cultural slang. Unless you consider food as slang for cum to be somehow cultrural.” You are frustrated, not at Maya, but at yourself, you can’t finish this chapter. And you’d wanted to so that your Friday night could be free from trying to figure out what someone’s cum tasted like. Or how much spanking was the right amount in a smutty chapter?

But Maya needed you, and you had known that before she even called to talk about dinner.

Maya and you had been together for over ten years, and your sex like just didn’t slow.

Maya was the first to break as you typed out ‘honey butter’ and hoped your editor didn’t call you later about the term.

“Hey, sweetheart, you’ve been working on this all day. How about you put the laptop down? Come be with your wife. I’ve been home for an twenty minutes and you haven’t given me more than a peck on the lips.” Maya’s tone turns whiny at the end ,and you stop biting your finger to look at her.

“Are you feeling needy, my love?” You ask, but it comes out a little more taunting, with a hint of humiliation, and Maya loves it, she puts down the bottle of pallegrino down on the counter and takes off her jacket.

Coming around to your side of the barstool and she drops to her knees on the hardwood.

That was a yes.

Maya makes a mistake here, though, as she puts her hands on the back of your calves, pulling your legs apart just enough, and then lays her head down on your bare thigh. Your sleep shorts riding up as she sighs and lets her warm cheek touch you.

You’d have allowed her face, never one to turn down her affection, but the hands were a no. And you eye your laptop and then look back down at Maya. Her gaze up at you through her long eyelashes is drop-dead gorgeous.

Even if she was trying to manipulate the situation for an orgasm.

“You have a long day at the studio, honey?” Your voice is steady. Maya nods and kisses your inner thigh. Her lips feel good, but you stop yourself from opening your legs wider for her. Maya was hungry for your cum. You learned early on that she was secretly a service bottom.

Now there were so many types of service bottoms.

Maya was the type who would do anything to please you, but more precisely she’d do anything to lick your cunt.

And you telling her no, and making her wait, it drove Maya Mason up the fucking wall with need. If you let your wife, she’d lick your pussy all day and all night. She was addicted to the feeling and the taste. It gave her more pleasure sometimes than her own release.

Maya Mason wanted to please. She wanted to be needed. She wanted to drink you.

Maya had a hard childhood, so love was not something that was given unconditionally or ever for free. Maya worked hard in her few trusted friendships, Maya worked agonizingly hard at her job. Which gave her pride and the stimulation she needed.

But Maya had learned in high school that girls thought they liked acts of service, but they wanted a bad boy. So Maya changed the way she gave, but it left her feeling unfulfilled and empty. Which is why nothing ever lasted.

You learned early into a kink relationship with Maya. That Maya had lied. And you caught her in it. Maya had said she wasn’t looking for a relationship, not wanting love. She just wanted kink and sex. Maya had said she was a power bottom. Maya had said a lot of things.

You carefully weighed through what Maya thought she wanted.

And what Maya craved more than she could say.

It didn’t last long, her lies. You quickly realized Maya hadn’t been untruthful to you, but to herself. So after your third kink scene together. You’d made your contract, you’d talked about limits, you’d both worked hard to get here.

Maya had come over with lingerie on a weeknight, and you’d moved the furniture in your apartment. You’d had a high beam ceiling, perfect for rope in your apartment and you’d weighed back and forth on it being the first night you suspended her. But you opened your terrace open for the cool breeze, considering fucking her there instead, while you waited for her to drive over you lit candles, keeping the lights low. And you’d worn your strap under your nice slacks.

You’d taken out rope, crops, vibrators, and a large wooden paddle. Figuring you’d see how the scene flexed and make adjustments.

When Maya came in she brought food and lively conversation, she cracked open your soda. And Maya looked damn good in her outfit, she’d put effort in, she’d set out for a date. Maya had bought you three erotica books as a gift, in a pretty red ribbon.

And you were floored, you had three other subs you played with, they knew the protocol. Come in, do the scene, sex or no sex, and then aftercare. Then they got the fuck out.

But Maya came in with the undertones of a deep romantic relationship. You did a service scene, a gentler one than you’d thought you would. Maya had been so wanton in her begging. You fucked her that night with the strap on and Maya Mason had never been fucked with a strap on before. You didn’t know that, she cried and sucked on your neck like it was her last meal. She told you she’d never felt closer to someone. And you fucked her through her tears and kissed her face with a gentleness you’d forgot you had. It was making love, not fucking, nothing less than a declaration.

And you tried to pull back after that.

However, Maya had taken over your schedule, asking you to pre-screenings of movies, bringing you expensive meals, calling you all the time. You were convinced something was wrong because you found yourself canceling your other subs scenes.

Then you’d brought it up to Maya, that you two should probably slow down.

And Maya quickly became enraged, possessive, and jealous, and you’d realized how dumb you had been.

Maya thought she’d known what she wanted, but then she’d fallen in love with you.

And you couldn’t be happier to rip up the contract, and let Maya love you how she wanted to.

Maya was famous for her reputation and persona at work.

In truth, Maya wore those fucking locks because they made her feel loved and safe. She could play the Marketing monster she needed at the Studio, as she felt the cold metal against her chest. You gave her love and safety.

Maya liked to be treated so cruel as foreplay, but there was a moment where she’d break, and you knew that your wife needed slow love making after that. She needed gentle touches that made her shake and cry out for you. Maya wanted to make love fore hours and hours too, no quick fuck in the closet of the Studio.

Maya had never been romanced back, so when you bought her designer clothes, nice jewlery, and flowers sent to her office. Maya acted like she was sixteen being asked out for the first time.

“Stressful?”

Maya makes a little noise of agreement. Though it sounded a lot more like a a whimper she’d make to get more attention.

Maya’s kink style had changed as time went on, as was to be expected. But Maya was a service bottom. And her submission was more rich and decadent than anything you’d ever tasted.

But Maya’s currency, while she loved the game and the challenge, her pot of gold at the end of the rainbow of spankings and intense scenes….was your cum in her mouth for as long as she wanted.

That’s what she was asking for right now.

“How long has it been since you came again?” You ask like you don’t remember, even though you absolutely do, and Maya looks up at you for a second before answering.

“Seventeen hours.” Your wife does the math, and you smile, and Maya knows from the look you aren’t about to make this easy for her.

“Seventeen hours and yet you forgot that when you have to ask permission to touch me when you are on your knees? No matter how sexy your kisses may be. Now drop your hands. I didn’t give you permission.” You tell her, and Maya whines but listens and does what you tell her. Her hands falling to her own thighs to stop herself from reaching out and tugging your sleep shorts off so she can taste.

“Let’s go to the sofa.” You say, and Maya knows she can’t stand, so she crawls as you walk alongside her. Swiping the pallegrino off of the kitchen countertop. Your computer in one hand, over your head as you both move.

You walk to the large living room and you plop down on the sofa. You grab one of the cushions, one’s you both had picked out for this very reason.

You dropped it onto the floor, and Maya kneeled onto the plush cushion.

You put both of your legs on either side of her and then propped your feet up on the coffee table. You were about to put your laptop back onto your lap and you saw Maya grimace at the electronics.

“Oh shit, I forgot.” You said and stood up, taking off your shorts and underwear, and then grabbed the remote to turn on the news.

You sat back down and spread your legs and put your laptop back on your lap and watched the news.

Maya had to stare at you, while your keep your legs parted and tempting Maya to break the rules. You are spread just enough for her to see your pussy, but not enough for her to get to touch you. You drank Pellegrino and typed away, focusing on emails now.

The news droned on in the background and Maya began to fidget.

Her emotions playing through the jerky way her body couldn’t sit still.

You always knew Maya was about to break a rule, when she couldn’t sit still.

You checked in with Maya when she was on her knees, safety first. You had a twenty-year age difference, you wanted to make sure Maya knew if she was hurting for any reason, you would adjust whatever she needed, anytime she needed it, no questions asked.

But that wasn’t this.

This was her being a stubborn brat, and you both knew it.

“Stop fidgeting Mrs. Mason, or I’ll give you something to feel true discomfort over.” Your voice is deeper, and it threaten,s and Maya bites her lip.

You wonder how long she’ll last.

When your eyes fall to the computer and it’s been fifteen minutes, you mute the TV.

And put your laptop to the side and Maya’s stare on your cunt has enough intensity to light you on fire.

“I want to remind you that on Sunday we are having a kink party, we are hosting.”

Maya’s eyes snap up to yours in clear upset.

“It’s been on our calendar for a month and a half, Mrs. Mason, do not look at me like that.” You try not to laugh at your wife looking horrified people were coming over.

Maya is biting her lip and you reach over and grab the back of her hair and you tug her slightly over the sofa so that she’s lying her head on your stomach. It’s your way of saying ‘go ahead and talk.’ And she knows that.

“How many people RSVP?” She mumbles petulantly.

“About thirty, and Patty is bringing the food and drink. We don’t even need to do a thing, she promised me.” You tell her, and you play with Maya’s extremely long locks, and she sighs. You aren’t sure if it’s from the comfort of your touch after a long day, or if it from the realizatino she doesn’t have to do shit.

But Maya turns her head to the side to keep her head on your stomach, and you scratch her scalp with your nails and play with her hair. You wonder if she’s just comfy this way and doesn’t want anything. But that wasn’t really Maya’s style.

She turns to look at you now.

“You had a long day, huh?” You say, seriously seeing that she is really tired. There’s more worry in your tone now, and Maya gives you a thoughtful smile, loving that you worry about her. That you are always checking in on how she’s doing. Even in the day, you two text like teenagers who have never experienced a data limit before.

“Your short stories are being talked about for a mini series, and Matt is thirsty for an Oscar now.” Maya’s voice is dry, and you know she’s answering you without answering.

“Maya, what do you need, my love?” You dig now, and she knows her options. You could draw a bath for the two of you while you waited for food. You would pour her a wine and scrub her back. She could ask for the dungeon, and you two would go down there and have a scene until Maya was either so broken down she cried, and you gave intensive aftercare. Or you could overstimulate her and then build her back up again.

Or if she was feeling something soft and warm, you’d go upstairs right now and make love to her.

Whatever Maya asked for, you’d give freely.

Maya thought for a moment, and you weren’t surprised when she gripped your thighs in question.

“That’s what you want, huh?” You smirk knowingly, and Maya licks her bottom lip like a cartoon wolf does after seeing a tasty morsel.

What a fucking sexy woman.

You reach the bottom of her nice shirt and pull it over her head. Maya doesn’t give a shit as you toss it across the sofa. Her golden locks fall, hitting her clevage. You unhook her bra from the front, and her breast spring free, no woman should have to wear a bra past five pm. You lean back and Maya doesn’t need a verbal invitation after that.

Her mouth falls to your cunt and you sigh at her hot wet mouth touching you already.

You had already started to get turned on from Maya’s show of submission, and her staring at you like she wanted to eat you while you typed.

Your head tilts back and your muscles strain as your body comes alive under her tongue.

Maya is obsessed with this, loving how you bend to her. Loving that she is the only one who get’s to do this, get’s to see you like this, get’s to adore you.

Your knees fall open more and Maya wraps her arms under your legs to hold you, to cradle you in your spot.

You feel your day melt away as Maya’s tongue dips into your tight hole, she licks around you, and then dives in to find your g-spot with her muscle.

You don’t have to pretend, you don’t have to fight for dominance. Or remind her who is in charge of this.

Maya needs you, and you are spread for her.

You reach out and take out the last of the bobby pins in her hair and toss them onto the coffee table. You wind your wife's long strands in your palms like they are reins and she’s a loose horse.

You buck your pussy into her face, and you pull her hair back, not letting her finish and she growls in frustration and need.

It’s loud and high pitched at the end.

“Behave, Maya.” You tell her, and her mouth is hanging open as you hold her back. Her eyes are glazed over like a cum slut. “Take off your pants and underwear, and I’ll let you continue.” You tell her and she stands up too fast and winces at her knees.

That’s why you’d interrupted her, knowing her joints wouldn’t give much longer. Sometimes Maya was so obsessed with her meal, she forgot to feel her body, and that was your job to remind her.

You gave her a minute to let her blood flow again.

You reached out and undid her belt slowly, and Maya watched you fascinated. You pulled her nice pants down and then leaned down and bit her hip, and she moaned deep and loud.

Maya liked to be bit, and you were all too happy to indulge.

You moved to the other hip and looked up at her, studying everything that made her.

Maya was fucking gorgeous, hair falling out of place around her face, breasts rising and falling with uneven breath, her lips wet from your arousal still soaking her face.

You let your tongue trace her hipbone, and she shivers, and then you lean down and bite.

Her knees buckle and give, but you are quick, catching her and half-throwing her onto the sofa on top of you.

Which means you fall onto your back and Maya recovers fast, trying to tug your sleep shirt off, but you wind her hair three times in your fingers again like one would wind up rope.

Then you pull back hard and she moans, her mouth falling open like a porn star.

“Did you want something?” Your stern tone reminds her that she is not in charge here. She’s not at work. Maya is home, and she will drop all pretense. Maya will be the whorish cum slut she is. But her wet cunt is against your leg and she humps, and you know Maya doesn’t even realize she’s doing it.

One of your hands comes up and slaps her cheek gently, the slight popping noise from her open mouth makes it feel more dramatic than it is.

But Maya loves it, and she opens her mouth further and sticks her tongue out, asking for more of whatever you’ll give.

Maya’s tongue curls towards you and then back flat and long; she’s asking for you to spit in her mouth now, but you don’t listen. You flip her onto her back on the sofa and straddle your wife.

Maya whimpers, loving the feeling of your weight on top of her.

You reach down to the locks on her naked chest now.

There was a reason for each one, but more on that later.

You pull on the chain, and Maya’s neck lifts off the sofa.

“What do you want?”

“Fuck I want you. Please, baby, let me lick you again. I want to drink your cum. Let me drink you. I just want to eat you for hours. Fuck my day sucked, Matt is a douche bag who doesn’t understand simple math, or a thing about the business he’s in. I re-read your book while he pretended to fix something I already fixed. All I could think of all day was coming home to you. Baby, let me, let your wife lick you?” Maya’s voice got more strained, and you dropped the lock on her chest and then moved to straddle her face.

Maya gripped your thighs and pulled you down with more force than you expected, and you caught yourself with the back of the sofa to stop from falling completely on her.

But Maya would have been happy for your full weight on her mouth. She ate you with the intensity and fervor of a woman who would never get to drink again.

You reached behind your ass and you twisted the lock and chain until it was slightly choking your wife.

You let her fuck your hole with her tongue and then you felt your orgasm coming. And that’s when you lifted yourself off of Maya, and she screamed, actually screamed in frustration.

Denying yourself an orgasm was nowhere near as annoying to you, as it was to your adorably scary cum whore.

“WHAT!” She yelled rudely like you were Sal, and you arched your eyebrow at her.

That wasn’t very nice.

But you got off the sofa entirely and Maya followed you up on shaky legs to chase you as you sauntered across the foyer to the front door, where you cracked the large mansion door open, not enough to be seen. And leaned over to grab the brown bag of takeout, your dinner.

But Maya was naughty, as you leaned over to pick up the bag, she fell to her knees again and ate your pussy from behind and you gasped in suprise as her tongue played through your pussy fold.

Now that was a bad girl.

“FUCK MAYA!” You curse out to your front yard, and shut the door quickly. You get out of her grip with the brown bag, and Maya has your arousal on the tip of her nose, all over her mouth, and her chin. She uses her tongue to lick around her mouth to collect the taste of you.

The older woman shows no sign of regret for her actions, seeming to decide it was worth whatever you would do next.

“You did not! You are in so much trouble for that! What if someone had seen,” you tell her, and you grab her by the hair, and Maya stands and she’s panting with desire. “We are going to eat on the sofa, and you are going to wait until after dinner to play again, damn it.”

Maya practically howls in sexual frustration.

“Baby no, just let me make you cum. You were so close, be good for me and cum on my face! You taste so good for Mama. Please baby. Let me taste your cum and then we can eat.” Maya’s tried to bargin with you, her expression is morphed into pain as you push her onto the giant leather sofa. You start to pull out the hot food in take out boxes. And you sit farther on the sofa away from her and now Maya’s face changes.

This wasn’t the same upset as a moment ago, not at all.

“Hey, don’t panic.” You say, but it’s too late, and you know this look. You set the food down, and you sit close to her and kiss her. Tasting her expensive lipstick stain from hours ago, your cum, and the altoids Maya is addicted to in her car.

You kiss her and it’s distracting enough for Maya to not start to shake.

Maya is about to experience sub drop, and you know just how to stop it.

You push her against the sofa and kiss her deep and slowly and Maya is whimpering and trying to get more and more of you.

You reach into her panties and thrust two fingers inside her, curling them and she let’s out a strangled noise as you fuck her nice and deep.

“My good girl Maya. It’s ok, I got you. You could never upset me. I love you, baby. You didn’t do anything wrong. My sweet wife feels so good. You need more?” You ask her and Maya nods and you grab her hand and put it against your pussy and she sighs in emotional relief as she enters you again with two fingers. So happy to have access to you again.

You both fuck each other and have sloppy open mouth kisses. You know you can’t ignore your orgasm for much longer, not when Maya is touching you, not when you are inside of her, not when her little noises are so erotic.

You could never write smut as well as you lived it in your Hollywood home with Maya underneath you squirming and humping your body.

You move to her ear and lick the shell of it before you speak to her achy soul.

“My love, you touch me so deeply. Can you be good and cum when I tell you?”

Maya clings to you so hard, you wonder if it hurts her.

“Fuck, I’ll cum whenever you tell me to. I just want you. I want you forever, fuck don’t go. Don’t ever go. Please fuck, Oh god, I love you, I need you baby. I need you everywhere. Let Mama cum.” Maya is gone, and you can hear it, and you shudder with pre orgasm waves.

“Maya fuck, I’m gonna cum, cum with me. Be good, give me everything.” You instruct her and Maya’s eyes roll back at your words and she’s on cloud nine, completely gone, she thrusts with her last bit of will power, and you match each one in perfect rythme together as you hump and chase each other’s peaks, riding each others hands.

You both keep your fingers inside each other, the feeling of Maya’s pussy squeezing and fluttering around your fingers is heaven. You focus on the feeling of your wife as you catch your breath. You go to shift off of Maya, and she winds her free arm around your neck and pulls you tight against her.

Maya’s way of telling you she can’t let go of you yet.

“Dinner?” You ask, and she shakes her head.

“Need you, need more.” Maya whimpers, and you understand. You reach behind Maya’s back and press her against your skin even closer. You inch out of her pussy and she hisses not wanting you to go, not wanting to be empty.

“I’ll make it better, I promise.” You tell her, and you pull her into a sitting position. You reach across the sofa to the footrest. Pulling the top off, it has a secret spot. It’s supposed to be for blankets, but the perks of not having kids meant that you two stashed drugs and sex toys in there. You reach in for the strap-on, and you stand up.

But Maya can’t do that, having to touch you nonstop, so she uses this excuse to put her hands on you. And your girl takes the strap from your hands, and you lift your foot and step into it and Maya fastens it tightly against you. Before leaning forward and licking it up and down like a ice pop in the summer.

She’s not giving you head, but rather getting it nice and wet, how you always tell Maya to.

You get back onto the sofa, and Maya spreads her legs as wide as she can. But you grip her shins and push them up so that you can hit her cervix just right. Just the way she likes it.

Maya understands, and she holds her legs and you position the silicone against her hole.

“Fuck, I love you Maya, who’s owns your cunt?” You say before you enter your wife’s leaking swollen pussy.

“Mrs. Mason, you fucking do. I love you, fuck I needed this all day. Where the fuck were you while I was firing the sound guy?” Maya gasps, and then you push all the way in with no warning and Maya’s body shakes like she’s having an exorcism. But your hands find her throat and squeeze just how the head of marketing likes. And you fuck into her with no indication you’ll ever slow down.

Maya gasps and her eyes focus on you again.

“Fuck, no one has ever been as deep as you. Fuck baby, oh shit. I want marry you all over again, don’t stop. Please don’t stop, I’ll be so good. Fuck baby, don’t stop. Spit on me.” Maya instructs, and you are too happy to oblige and spit on her breasts, and she arches into the feeling.

“Mama needed me today?” You don’t tease, you ask for real.

Maya let’s out a choked sob, something that almost sounds like ‘always.’ But her wanton noises and her fingers move, wrapping around your neck so we can get closer.

“You should have called me.” You say and angle your hips further up to push against the spot that makes Maya squirt. Her thighs quake just a bit and you know she’s super sensitive already.

“Y-you had a publishing mee–eting.” Maya can’t talk right now, but she tries, and it’s sexy to see her struggle.

“You remember my schedule, how cute, Mama.” You lean down and kiss her, knowing Maya a hundred percent remembers your schedule, and you download hers as well. You both are sorta control freaks, who want to know where the other is at all times.

It’s sorta a strange language you both speak, a type of love and intimacy that has edges others might find too sharp.

But as you kissed and fucked Maya on the sofa and her hands fell to your bare ass and pullled you deeper into her, it was clear that you and Maya made it work.

The food was very cold that night, the sun long set, and after the ninth orgasm you asked if Maya wanted to eat and she ignored your actual meaning, and went back to licking your clit like she only craved what your body could feed her.

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The event came faster than you or Maya really wanted.

It was around eleven pm, and there were a lot of people in your house; the upstairs was blocked off. But the living room was showing some kind of artistic director's erotica film, and the downstairs dungeon, which was about the size of some people's entire apartment, was filled to about fifty people now.

You already wanted everyone to leave, but you tried to be polite as they came up to talk to you.

It wasn’t until Patty came over looking panicked that you wondered if you shouldn’t have left Maya downstairs alone.

“What’s wrong?” You ask, and Patty looks in pain.

“Don’t be mad, Sal is here.” She whispers, and you scoff and then look confused, like this was a bad joke.

“What?”

“Evidently, he and…He and an older man are engaging in something, and he was on the list and…Sal didn’t realize who’s home this was. So, ya know. BDSM house rules: you two don’t know each other. We don’t need to make this a thing, we’re all consenting adults. Let’s just hope he doesn’t-”

“HEYYYYYYY!” Sal yells from across the house and multiple people jump and turn as Sal yells. He’s actually sober, right, of course he is, right? You try to rationalize that perhaps he’s just had never been to a party like this, and doesn’t get what he just did.

But Sal didn’t clock you and Patty like you’d thought, he saw Maya from across the living room, as she’d come upstairs to find you.

Maya was checking in with you, knowing you didn’t like crowds. She was used to this many morons in a room, but you were not. And she knew how you didn’t love hosting parties, or having them in your home. As much as you wanted to be a team player. So she’d grabbed two cold Italian soda’s and had come to find you, her introverted wife.

“The fuck…” Maya looked around the room and you wondered if it was to find you, and like a fucking submerine she used sonar and clocked you, and then eyed her work dork, and then looked back at you like. ‘Are you fucking seeing this or am I having a stroke?’

Your face cringes automatically and you scramble over to your wife, Your black heels click on the hard wood and you try to count your breathing but you find her, and she wraps her arm around your waist to ground you.

Patty is no help, as she leaves you two to fend for yourselves.

Sal comes over all excited, and you aren’t sure what the fuck to do now.

“Oh my god, I knew you two were freaks in the sheets.” Sal laughs and you think Maya might kill him, but if she doesn’t, you were ready to kick his ass out.

“How did you get an invite, you fucking old used tampon. No one likes you enough to add you as their plus one.” Maya smiles with all her teeth, but you know it to be her defense; she would go to battle for you. You don’t know what to say, so you know Maya will take care of this.

She holds your waist tightly, and you work on breathing.

“Oh my god, is this why little Smutty Author Mason comes to your office for afternoon delights at lunch time! You guys are like perverts and shit! Oh my god, no kink shame. So what is it, furry suit? Oh wait no, Maya you let men fuck your wife and you are like cuckholding?” He guessed his eyebrows were going further up his face from excitement at the possibilities.

Maya’s long nails dig into your side, and you are thankful for the slight pain, it’s grounding you both now.

“No one fucks my wife but me Saperstein, and if you say that again. I’ll give you a black eye that will be so big you’ll have to use KISS level face paint to hide it at work. Now who the fuck are you here with?” Maya’s voice got lower and more dangerous, and you took another deep breath happy she was holding you or you’d panic now.

“Oh, uh him and her.” Sal points, and your eyes get bigger, another no-no. Maya practically barks at him.

“Who fucking raised you! It was either the Beverly Hillbillies or the family from The Hills Have Eyes? Put your hand down, or I’ll snap your finger off and shove it up your cocaine stained nose.”

Sal put his hand down and giggled, and now you wondered if he was perma-high or if he had pregamed this party.

“Are you high right now?” You break your silence to ask, and your voice is irritated, but Sal still doesn’t respond.

“I thought bottoms aren’t supposed to talk at these things, Maya, spank your woman.” Sal disrespects you and you know he is fucked up now, because Sal was an asshole, but he was usually just a goofey one, not rude to you.

Maya stepped forward and the soda dropped from her free hand and shattered on the floor. She reached out and grabbed his throat.

“The fuck did you just say to my wife in our home? Look at me, look close, and say it again, I want to see if you can see your soul leave your body reflected in my eyes. I hope you had a good pregame because it’s your last night on earth.” Maya squeezes his throat and he’s choking and looking at you for help.

You grasp Maya’s bicep and whisper in her ear what she needs from you, and her fingers start to relax, but her hold on his neck stays.

Believe it or not, some people turn to watch, wondering if it’s a consensual non-con scene in the living room. But the scared way Sal looks like he may have pissed himself makes more people watch than the choking.

“Maya, let’s just kick him out.” You say loud enough now for Sal to hear the plan.

“Nice idea, bottom. Maso,n listen to your bottom please-ow, you are stronger than my brothers.” He squeaks, and you look around to see if anyone is willing to lay claim to this man. But whoever he did come with, isn’t stepping forward to help him, or be upset that someone is choking him.

“Ok, baby, let’s take him out front and I’ll call him a cab.” You tell your wife the plan, and she moves from his throat to the back to his ear, which she clamps down with her acrylic nails so hard he’s sure to bleed.

“OWW” Sal shouts and someone giggles as you grab Maya’s free hand and lead her and the man out the front of the house, squeezing by people who were naked with cock cages.

You open the front door, and the night air is calming for how embarrassing and weird this is.

Maya’s hand goes from his ear to the back of his head and she pushes hard, she did palates every Tuesday afternoon, and he fell onto the pristine driveway and to his knees.

“You two are the worst hosts ever! This party wasn’t even that wild! No booze even! And someone was was getting a metal rod in their penis downstairs, that was wild. Oh my god Maya, do you think Matt would come next time? I thought I saw Quinn with a blindfold and a vibrator, but it couldn’t be her. Oh fuck, is that what you two do? Do you write all that smut about what Maya does to you. Fuck bottoms are so predictable.” Sal is reaching for his coke but he can’t find it in his pockets.

Maya’s face is red and you pull out your phone, the one you weren’t supposed to have at the party but you’d hidden in your bra. You take it out and dial for the cab company. Not about to order him an Uber and pay for it.

Maya stalks forward and her heel goes into the back of his hand and he screams like someone who’s never experienced an angry woman before.

“Listen closely, Uma Therman, I don’t want your coke-ridden brain to forget what I’m about to tell you. If you so much as whisper about this party, about anything you saw, or anyone you think you saw. I’ll not only get you fired, I’ll end your life, first your social life, and then I’ll call your mother. Your nice Ima, the super orthodox jewish mommy. And I’ll tell her what you actually do on your weekends in L.A with the drugs and the porn. And once I’m done, I’ll call my uncle who’s still the head of the largest gang in the United States, and he’ll chop off your fingers so you can’t touch your shvants anymore. So, I’ll ask you one time. And I hope you were listening because Matt can’t save you here. And I’ll give you a hint, if you say a thing about my wife, that cab won’t be coming. A hearse will be coming, so this is important for your livelihood. Sal, what did you do this evening?”

“You like Pulp Fiction? You knew a lot of Yiddish is your wife a jew too?” Sal asked still grimacing from the pain Maya was inflicting like it was horrrible but he had questions.

“Yes, ten minutes, that’s fine.” You say into the phone, looking into the Los Angeles skyline from your mansion on the hill as Maya’s last nerve just got flicked.

Maya moves her heel off of Sal and he sighs happily.

But it’s short lived, as he didn’t answer correctly.

Maya knee’s him in the face and Sal’s nose makes a grody snapping noise and your face scrunches in disgust.

But while you dominated the bedroom, Maya wore the strap in your societal relationship. This is how you two worked.

You were not the type of wife to say ‘stop, no don’t baby, he didn’t mean it.’ Nor were you the top to say ‘stop defending my honor, I’m the dom I can do it myself.’

No, you and Maya worked because she broke boys' noses, and you sat pretty against her at dinner. And then when you got home Maya begged for release and you made her sweat and scream for mercy.

You two worked.

Fucking power couple really.

You hung up and walked over to Maya and tucked the phone in the back of her dress pants.

Then reached over to her wrist and took one of her bracelets to make shift it into a hair tie to pull your unruly hair up into a messy bun.

“YOUS BROOWKE ME NOWSE.” He tried with a lisp as blood gushed out and you both cringed at him like it was gross. You reached over to Maya’s jacket pocket which had a pocket swear and you took it out. Waiving it up and down once to loosen it from the pressed fold, and then you tossed it at his face and her grabbed it and held it against his gushing nose.

“Sal, she’s not going to help you more than that. I know my wife. So, what did you do this evening?” Maya asked again, even though she really wanted to end this now. And you knew it from the way her body was tense, you’d seen this go badly before.

She was right, you wouldn’t interfere more than what you’d already done.

“I BROWKE MY NOWSE ADTA BAWR.”

Maya turned to you and arched her eyebrow at Sal’s story. You shrugged and rolled your eyes and Maya took a deep breath through her nose like it was too exhausting to talk to this smuck.

“Ok, that works. The taxi will be here soon, stay outside. Don’t take photos of anything, or my high heel will pop your ball sack, it’ll be more graphic than Apocalypse Now in my front yard. Okay Sal?” Maya asked and you leaned up and kissed her cheekbone and then whispered in her ear and she seemed to like what you said.

You both turned back in the house as Sal tried to set his nose but just kept cursing.

When you walked back in, Patty was ushering people out of the house, knowing you two had agreed that people would leave the house before midnight.

About the time Susan Sarandon was touching Maya’s arm and laughing about how great a Bdsm night this whole thing was, you were ready to go into a dark room and not talk to anyone for a long time.

Maya was polite, but her expression morphed as Sarandon was distracted, she found your gaze, and it was clear she knew you were done.

Maya spoke to Susan now, and you knew it was a gentle and nice goodbye.

You picked up a bunch of plates and walked over to the kitchen setting them in the sink and as you turned to open the fridge for a drink, Michelle Pfeiffer walked over to you.

“Hi, I just want to say. I’m a huge fan of your books. I know it’s a little out of the ordinary for anyone to acknowledge who we are here. But I wanted to let you know, I think you are so talented.” The older actress is a little breathy as she compliments you.

“Oh, wow, um. Thank you!” You say surprised having not expected this, or her to know who you were.

“I was wondering, if it is ok. I heard you are pretty involved in this community. I was wondering if you wanted to play sometime.”

You held the sparkling water for a little too long in your hands as you tried to catch up to what was happening.

“I’m sorry are you asking to play with me?” Your eyebrows furrow.

“Well, if that’s alright. I mean if you aren’t interested-”

“I’m flattered, I’m also married.” You cut off.

“Would he mind?” She asks quickly, and you can’t begin to explain how much Maya would mind.

“Oh, he really, really would,” Maya’s voice cuts from behind the actress, and you try to hide your smile. This was gonna be good.

The older woman turns around to see Maya standing there, with her sexy tailored suit, her razor sharp nails, gorgeous hair and make up, and a hand on her hip as she gives a look that could be studied by psychologists who specialize in serial killers.

“I didn’t realize.” Pfeiffer tries, and you see it now, she just put together your last name and she obviously knows who Maya is. Everyone in Hollywood had heard rumors of what she did for the studio, and she was heavily feared. Even for a legend like Miss Scarface.

The actress bows her head and leaves your house very quickly.

But not before Maya calls out.

“Bye, Grease 2!” Which is honestly maybe even meaner than breaking Sal’s nose.

You chuckle and hand the bubble water to Maya. Who takes it and twists off the cap and takes the first long gulp, and she doesn’t stop. You know she’s calming her temper before speaking to you, her wife who did nothing wrong in that situation.

“Is everyone finally gone?” You ask, realizing the house is now quiet once more.

Maya nods her head once but continues to chug the water, and you know now she’s really worked up from that.

And you couldn’t help yourself, you make it work.

“Grease 2 was bad, but she was Cat Woman, and that leather was hot.” You say it so low and slow and Maya moves the bottle from her lips and slams it down on the counter top and the plastic breaks.

And she’s scowling at you now, and you feel the arousal shoot through your body.

“Don’t do this.” Maya’s voice is not even a whisper.

“You know, I had a poster of her on my wall.” You tell the truth and Maya takes one step and she’s picked you up and you are laughing.

She runs across the house holding you above her and she takes the stairs faster than you thought the 51 year old could. But she moves with purpose and your thrown onto your california king sized bed and you laugh fully now.

“You did not!”

“I don’t even like blondes, Maya! I like brunettes with sparkling eyes and bad attitudes. If my women can’t snap a man in half then they can’t touch my ass!” You say it and then snort at the image of Sal bleeding on your front yard.

“The bad boys?” Maya’s eyebrow arches, and you think she’s showing a lot of strength now. But you aren’t ready to let it go.

“Didn’t you hear her, I have to ask my husband before I play!” You laughed so hard your sides hurt at the idea.

And Maya just can’t even handle this, she grabs your ankle and takes off your black heels one by one and puts them on the floor as you keep giggling.

“No, I like my wife. I like how she sighs when I finally let her sink her fingers inside of me.” You say, and Maya’s whole demeanor shifts, and she’s let her walls down completely now. Done with the tough act, ready to be safe and loved and intimate with you.

She doesn’t need to be the bad boy here; you’d love every shade of Maya Mason. Her nails scratch up your leg, and you allow it for a second, enjoying her touch.

“I heard someone ask what a power bottom was tonight.” Maya tried to sound casual as she took off her suit jacket, to only have her bra underneath and now you were done laughing done talking even, this wasn’t funny, this was fucking sexy as hell. She threw the nice suit jacket to the armchair in the corner. You try to recover from this effortless Maya sex appeal she has.

“Oh? Did you tell them?”

“No, not my place to teach. You write the seduction, I just sell it, baby girl. ” Maya shrugged, looking away from yo,u and your knees fell to the sides at the sight of her now.

Maya let her thumb trail down her stomach to tease you, as her nail hooked under her nice dress pants, and you noticed her leather belt, a light bulb went off.

You loved being kinky, you loved being a writer, but more than all of that, you loved Maya.

“Give me your belt.” You say, and Maya’s face quickly flashes confused, obviously unaware of how she had been your muse.

“Come on power bottom. Let’s see what you can do.” You challenge and Maya’s grin is the one she saves just for you, in this space.

She takes off the belt faster now, and hands it to you.

Before dropping her dress pants and she goes to take off her lacey thong but you tsk her and she stops, before her knees fall to the bed.

“Do you know what a power bottom is, Maya?”

“Of course I do.” She doesn’t glare, but her tone isn’t sweet, and you take the tail end of the belt and loop it through the buckle before you make a disapproving face.

“That wasn’t a very polite way to speak to your domme. Nor was it a very nice thing to say to your wife. Now seeing as I’m asking now, not some skanky girl at a party. Let’s see if my Mama can behave and answer a simple question.” Your tone is harsher and Maya’s body is already subconsciously reacting; she’s leaning into you, like she wants a bite, a kiss, a slap.

“What are you doing with the belt?”

“You don’t like this belt? You got it from my side of the closet, it’s real leather.” You pretend not to understand what your wife is saying.

“I like it, I like it in your hands too.” Maya licks her top lip now, and you think, ‘good you are thirsty.’

“You like it in my hands?” You are both on your knees across from each other, but you inch closer to her, and Maya’s breathing out of her mouth like she can’t wait for what happens next.

“Yes, baby, I do.”

“I like it better like this.” You say and put the belt over her head and then tighten it around her neck, just enough to be uncomfortable but not enough to hurt her. You keep it there with your fingers and Maya’s knee’s buckle and you laugh at her reaction to this.

“Safe word Mrs. Mason?”

“Budget Cuts.” Her voice has lost all it’s bite now, and she’s yours once more, your little whore. Who will do anything you want, just to get to touch you again?

“Do you need to use your safe word, darling?” You ask, and Maya’s hands go out to the mattress and you understand she needs to lie down, it’s just too good, she doesn’t have it in her to sit up.

You gently guide her to lie down across the bed, on top of the comforter.

“No, fuck baby. I’m yours, do whatever you want, sweet girl.” Maya’s legs fall open now, begging you to use her.

You don’t, though, you are fully clothe,d and Maya’s eyes fall to your chest, wanting you naked again. She can see the tops of your lacey bra, and it’s been killing her all night.

Your hair falls around your face, out of your bun, and Maya’s gaze is one you know too well, she thinks you look beautiful.

“Maya, baby, you tell me if it’s too tight, or we don’t play with the belt again, ok?” You warn her, and Maya lets her tongue hang open and nods twice, and it’s enough for you for now.

You straddle her hips, your nice pants tight, and Maya’s hand’s move to grab your ass and you tug on the belt to remind her ‘no touching.’

She’s quick, both her hands fall to her own thighs, and her nails dig into her skin.

“You didn’t like Sal in our home, why?”

You ask and it throws Maya for a loop, she wasn’t expecting you to bring that up now. But she’s smarter than all of the stupid studio gives her credit for, and she’s nothing if not adaptable to negotiations.

“He doesn’t get to be in our home.” She says and you don’t like it and your head tilts from side to side like you are deciding if that’s what you want.

“Do you feel embarrassed that you are the bottom here, Maya? Do you not want them to know what your younger wife does? That you cum without me touching you, just from your tongue inside my cunt? Or are you afraid of them seeing you so desperate for me?” You ask, and Maya’s hips buck as you hold the belt against her neck.

“Fuck no, I’m not any of that baby. It’s no one’s fucking business, and he wasn’t respecting you in our home. No one disrespects you.” Maya’s voice is stern and it makes your heart leap.

“Good answer, you get a reward, Mama. What would you like?” You ask knowing already what she’s going to say. Maya’s hand reaches to play with your nice top, just the bottom of it, just to ask. You release the belt and take your top off. And Maya goes to touch and you grap the belt and yank her up to your face now, holding her in place. “ Not so fast, we haven’t finished yet.”

“Fuck baby, my sweet girl. I’ve been so good, I fucking watched as people stared at your ass all night and I didn’t lose my mind.”

“You did break Sal’s nose, but that doesn’t really count. You were very good. But now we are having a BDSM lesson. Come on, Mrs. Robbinson, think you can keep up with your baby girl?” You tease, and Maya’s back arches under you as you hold the leather and place her back onto the bed.

“Now what was her question, oh yes! What is a power bottom?”

You ran your free hand under the wire of her gorgeous maroon La Perla lacey bra. It makes her whole body shiver under your teasing touch, like this is her first time being seduced.

“Fuck, power bottoms..They can be assertive from the bottom.”

“Hmm, interesting, I suppose some could think it is that. Do you think you can explain more than that?” You ask, and you unhook her bra with one hand and choke her with the other.

Maya’s gazefall down to her now bare chest, her rosy nipples already straining from how horney your words and touch make her.

You bend down and let the tip of your tongue brush against her nipple, and it hardens painfully now and Maya hisses like she’s been burned. You turn your head to the side and lick the circle around her areola before sitting up straight again.

“Did I already make you into such a cum slut you can’t think? Baby, what are you a straight man? I play with you just a little, and you can’t answer me anymore? Do you need to cum, already? You don’t wanna play with your baby anymore? Mama you just a one-shot wonder? I bet I could make you ‘cream’ in your underwear. Just like a bad boy. You think I should do that, not even touch your greedy cunt?” You ask her and you pout your lip out and Maya is panting now and her legs are moving without her permission, like she can’t contain herself.

“Fuck, no I want you. I want everything you’ll give me. Fuck um, ok a power bottom can top from the bottom. Or help a scene go a certain way, it’s like a different head space.”

“Hmmm…do you think you are a power bottom, Maya?” You ask, and Maya’s mind short-circuits and you wait a minute, pretending to be patient.

But you have another idea, and you get off of Maya entirely and drop the leather belt around her neck.

You stand to the side of the bed and start to walk away.

“WAIT NO! BABY COME BACK! WAIT I’LL DO ANYTHING! PLEASE, BABY DON’T GO! I’ll be so good for you, I’ll do anything, don’t go!” Maya sounds like she’s a crazed woman begging for her life, and you smirk before turning back to her.

You reach behind your back and hold the clasp for your bra.

“Do you, Maya Mason, consider yourself a power bottom?”

“I don’t know, maybe?” Maya’s answer is so non-committed, and you don’t know if it’s because she actually hasn’t thought about it. Which would make sense, Maya doesn’t like a lot of labels. But she is very into terminology and weaponizing it for marketing. So this could be a few different levels for Maya.

Or perhaps she was afraid if she said yes or no you wouldn’t give her what she wanted. Which was hilarious, how could anyone resist Maya, shirtless and begging to fuck. With leather around her throat and her panties already beyond ruined.

You lift your foot dramatically and take a small step forward, and Maya is watching your every move like if she blinks she may miss something good.

“Do you? Do you feel like a power bottom, Mommy?” You as,k and your chin tilts to the side and you look at her with enough seduction to have Bruno Mars forget Michelle and say your name instead. You were that fucking white gold right now.

And the hungry, needy, and impossibly aroused Maya was making it very clear that she’d beg borrow and steal to touch you just for a second tonight.

“I- don’t know.”

“Do you feel in control?” You change the game, and Maya’s mouth is open, like she can’t breathe anymore.

You unclip the back of your bra and it falls swiftly to the floor, and your tits are out, and Maya’s entire being is ready to combust on the spot, you wonder if she’s about to cum.

“How about now?”

#fanfic #fanfiction #kathryn hahn #ao3 fanfic #kathryn hahn x reader #the studio #the studio fanfic #maya x reader #maya mason x reader #maya mason #mother hahn

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transboyswitchytales · 6 days ago

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I'm starving for some Rio content 😭 it's been ages since anyone actually written for her, so I was hoping the best author could help us?

I was thinking about some nice hurt/comfort. Like Rio hurts R so many times, some small, some real big and serious. And now she has to make up for her, but like, for real.

Most hurt/comfort stories I find the angst is so so good but when it comes to the make up part it seems rushed or not actually delved into. Some times I, myself, wouldn't be forgiving the character if that was all they did to apologize, even if I loved them so much.

You write angst like a pro and I know I could never be disappointed in what you write so I thought I'd give it a shot and ask you? No pressure or rush, though, since I know you're very busy with other WIPs. Take your time or you don't even have to do it at all!

Thank you much for writing for us, I love everything you do! 💖

Hello Gorgeous! CHALLENGE ACCEPTED!

I feel for you, one of my besties and I on this crazy website talk about this often. Like we get a lot of good AG/Reader fics. We need some more Rio fics! I added your request to my list. I feel like we need a R/Rio series. Idk if you have read my Prof Rio/ Reader Art Student OneShot? Exactly What Love Feels Like - It won't be a series, it's a stand alone. But I love a good Rio story too. There's a few on here that are good to tide you over until I write your request - My Rec List has Rio at the bottom (They're dark fics - I think I have two but I'll look for more later).

But I will gladly take your request, I want a chunky series for Rio/R and you are the first to ask for it!!!!So for you, me, and my Rio loving bestie. I got you boo! It'll be the three of us holding I love Rio signs lol.

As for your compliment about Angst, I can't believe you said that. What a compliment. I feel like I CAN'T WRITE angst! So you are shaking me to the core over here. Like what the fuck do you mean you like my angst?!

I too, when I read angst, feel like people sometimes rush the resolution bit. So when I do write Angst (I don't always drink Aubrey Tequilia but when I do- wait wrong ad) I'm trying really hard not to resolve it quick. Kinda like when I attempt slow burn and fail, it's because I can't stand the sexual tension one more minute. Same goes for angst, I don't feel like a quick forgiveness is realistic most times, and so I catch myself resolving things and go--WAIT A MINUTE! HOLD MY BEER- So thank you for your compliment, I think you rock and I stink.

Lonsg story short, I'll write you that fic. Do you want magic or no magic? I feel like, and ya'll can tell me if you disagree, but I feel like Rio as Death and Rio without powers is SOOOOO different. Yet still Rio coded, jokes, dry humor, sweetie, sarcastic and strap energy to the max. But like....less stress maybe? Idk it just feels different, so do you have a preference? If any of you do, lemme know?

#q&a #aubrey plaza #Daddy Aubrey Plaza is Kink #Rio x Reader fics #If you guys have recs for Rio x R go ahead and comment and let us know!#Also omg calling me an author and shit #I'm just a boy standing in front of a screen...writing smut-that is not how the movie goes

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transboyswitchytales · 7 days ago

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OH MY GOD-

you sure outdid yourself i don't even know what to say right now. Danger in New Horizons left me feral for more (picture me begging on my knees right now). Your depictions of Agatha are always so dynamic and earnest, but this one is almost my favorite (none of them can top Small Creature's Agatha).

Well, I hope your pillow is cold on both sides and all that, thanks for sharing your work Xx

(oh also i don't know what type of music you r into but I was listening to gigi perez's new allbum and At the Beach, in Every Life is so Small Creature coded, or maybe the brainrot is taking over my life...

Oh damn, thank you! Fuck! that is sweet as hell my friend!

I'm listening to gigi perez's At the Beach, In Every Life right now, for the first time, because of you my love!

My rough draft for A minute from Home next chapter has Gigi's 'Kill for you' and that song is so Agatha in A minute from home for me. That neediness that is so deep inside of her.

But baby witch this song is so good I wanted a cigarette (Dont' smoke it's bad, I stopped I swear) It's like smoke after sex good.

Next chapter of Small Creatures It will 10000% be on. It works for the chapter and everything, very

I love adding songs to these posts, and I frequently think no one is listening to any of these song recs. Are you guys??

Baby, my sweet anon, I love your song rec, full credit, It's going in!

'If you speak, then I would move Then I would run right where you are

Then I ripped on through your blouse As it ripped right through my house I never knew, I never knew you had such a filthy mouth'

ooooof that's good dude!

Anon(or person scrolling here) if you haven't heard 'Kill for you' it is good ouchie scream and cry in the shower feels - I listen to it when I write A Minute From Home But So Far From It on repeat sometimes.

#writing with music #do you do guys listen to the music i put?#do you listen to it while you read?#any fanfic writers do you make playlists for each fic like me?#or do you do it for each character?

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transboyswitchytales · 7 days ago

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I Am A Small Creature Swallowed Whole By A Monster

Chapter 3: “As different as a moonbeam from lightning, or frost from fire.” ― Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

Warning: AgePlay/ Mommy Aggie Kink/ Daddy Rio Kink/ Wives AU/ R is Witch and familiar / Telepathic communication / Smut and Intimacy/ Dirty Talk / Enchanted Stuffed Animals / We all want to walk in the woods with Agatha / R Has powers and loves animals /NURSING KINK / I didn't edit as well back then, lots of spelling errors lol/ Bath time / Midnight Dates with Rio / Regression used to soothe / Fleetwood Mac is the best / Milk Leaking Kink during Sex / Oral Sex/ Weighted Blankets for those of us with mental illness /Sippy Cups /Panic Attacks / Yearning and Cuddling/MDNI 18+ / Consenting Adults and Death/ Kinky Lifestyle BDSM

Not a new chapter, I'm writing that now, but I am slowly uploading all of the chapters here. If you want to read the whole thing, it's all up on AO3. Sorry if this is mean to those of you waiting for a new chapter, that is still coming I promise!

Previous Chapter 2 Series MasterList Full Story on AO3 MasterList

Ps: Loretta Swit did recently pass, when I wrote this she was still alive. R.I.P to the absolute legend. I also mentioned the beach boys and this was written before Brian Wilson passed.

“He needs a teacher, he needs a coven and support that you can give him. Only you can do it.”

“I’m busy.” Agatha spat.

“You will have plenty of time with me and with Rio. Little Maximoff is a scared child with more power than he knows what to do with. You love a challenge.” You shook your head to emphisize the idea of a challenge.

“I’m not concerned about Rio.” Agatha was so close to raising her voice now. You saw the vein in her forehead throbbing. The bound was flaring with upset. She reached out and took the lollipop stick out of your mouth and it burnt to a crisp and turned to ash. You smiled at the display though.

“My love, I’m absolutely fine.” You said putting your hand on her cheek. She closed her eyes finding immediate peace in your touch. It grounded her more than she could express.

“No, you really aren’t. And we still have things to..” She held her hand ontop of yours on her face. Before she could finish Billy ran in with his phone. You dropped your hand much to Agatha’s dismay. You smiled at him as Agatha made fists with her hands.

He handed you his phone and you typed in your name and number. Flipping it back to him and giving him a pat on the shoulder again.

“Ok, awesome um, thank you again Agatha and um you both are a powercouple..Uh anyway bye.” He practically skipped out of the door and closed it behind him. The older witch magically locked it.

You knew Agatha was still really riled up but you turned on your heel and went back to the backyard picking up all the candles. Agatha grumbled but bent down and helped you carry the candles back to the kitchen table. It seemed she was choosing her next words carefully.

“I understand why you are upset.” You tried only to get her clench her jaw and closed her eyes. So you stopped, closing the sliding glass door. You decided to change your tactics. Taking Agatha’s hand you pulled her over to the armchair and gently pushed her into the chair. Agatha’s face was blank but you could read her emotions. You lifted your shirt over your head and her eyes fell to your breasts. You pulled down your shorts and kneeled putting your cheek against her knee.

Agatha took a ragged breath, you waited not moving or twitching. Keeping very very still. You didn’t have to wait long as she put her fingers through your hair you heard Agatha’s breath start to even she’d calmed down.

“Ok.”

You took the word and moved. She reached out a hand and you read her thoughts. Moving to straddle her lap, you sat putting both hands on her shoulders. So you were gazing at each other. You opened your mouth but she put a hand up. Before placing two palms on your ass protectively holding you.

“I understand your desire for him to be taught. I agree that we are his best chance. But I need it to be very clear that he is not my priority. Nor is he our ward.”

You nodded. And you let her finish her thought.

“You cannot throw yourself into taking care of him. You aren’t even taking care of yourself. We still need to figure a lot of things out. Including your hesitancy and anxiety around regressing. Which I will not be letting go anytime soon. Rio and I take our privacy with you very seriously. I do not want him waltzing in here while I have you in a scene or am sharing an intimate moment with you. You are my priority. And Rio if she was here would strongly agree. So we will be setting rules and very strong boundaries with this. I will not deny you a mentorship with Billy.” She gritted through the last sentence not wanting to give in.

“But the second it gets out of hand I will be shutting it down. Do you understand?” She put her hand on your chin and you took her hand and kissed the scar on her palm from your bounding ceremony. You saw her shiver at the sensation.

“Can I talk now?”

“You may..” Agatha put carefully.

“I understand and accept your rules. I will be texting him to check in. You as always are free to read them. I have nothing to hide from my wife. Either of my wives actually. But he’s alone, and we can’t leave him. You have a responsibility.” Agatha was about to interrupt but you stopped her.

“I know I come first and our family comes first. But you still owe it to him to help. If you really want me to be involved I will.”

“It’s a non negotiable that you are involved.”

“Aggie why? You have taught without me. Why do you even want me there?”

“Two reasons, one it’s crazy you don’t see your talent. And you know I never lie about magic. We balance, as my familiar our magic is very connected. And number two I don’t like you out of my sight and you are extremely aware of that.” You kissed her knuckles holding her hand.

“I will help. We will still have our dynamics and our family and it will just be a small after school activity ok?”

Agatha looked like she wanted to argue but thought better of it.

“He’s going to be needy like his mother. I just know it.” She tilted her head back and closed her eyes. You bent down and kissed her throat before sucking hard and she moaned as you formed a hickey on her.

“I’m needy and you don’t mind me.”

“I like you needy. It’s very different.”

Your phone buzzed and she let out a loud groan of displeasure.

“So it begins.”

“It might be Rio?” You tried and Agatha moved her head back to look at you with a strange look.

“She has a phone?”

“She’s Death, I’m sure she could acquire a smartphone.” You reminded her only to get a pinch on your bruised ass cheek.

“Obviously I need to get a cellphone.”

“Why do you need a phone?” You questioned.

“Billy says that there’s a tracker on it so his mortal boyfriend knows where he is.”

“Oooh so you want to track me. You have me bonded to you. You always know where I am.”

“Couldn’t hurt.” She shrugged thinking about it.

“Oh mother maiden and crone this is gonna be intresting.”

“You need dinner.”

“I’m not hungry. Can we go play in the basement?” You tried with a big teasing smile.

“Not a chance Angel.” Agatha smirks but doesn’t budge.

“Oh Aggie it’ll be fun.” You raised up on your knees so your tits we’re in her face and she kissed between them.

“Silly boys gone, no excuse to call me the wrong name now.” She bit your breast and you bucked your hips.

“You don’t like the nickname Aggie? Rio and I picked it for you.” You teased playing dumb. But breathing heavy now.

“Say my name superstar, or else.” The witch threatens.

“Mommy..Oh damn Mama please” you gasped and she soothed the hurt flesh with her tongue.

“Dinner first, treats after.” She swatted your ass and you moaned. But got off of her. Hearing your phone buzz again.

“May I Mommy?” You asked and she flexed her fingers annoyed but nodded before walking into the kitchen muttering curses under her breath about Billy. You giggled and picked up your phone.

One message from Darcey, two From Billy. You opened them, Darcey sent a ‘checking in, you good?’ Billys message was ‘It’s Billy,’ and then ‘ thank you so much again! You make a great teacher!’

You text Darcey first and give a thumbs up and a ‘doing really good. Had some friends I’m staying with. They just got back into town. You’ll meet them soon!’ and then you went down to Billy’s text adding his contact. Then quickly typing ‘So glad you reached out, it was a pleasure to meet you!’

Agatha grumbled from the other room and you grabbed Rio’s sweater once again and pulled it over your head followed by Aggies sleep shorts. Walking into the kitchen you pushed yourself up onto the countertop. Agatha stared at your bare legs, she was holding a knife and chopping onions. You smelled the garlic she’d been searing in a red stockpot.

You knew when Agatha made stew it was because she was trying to fatten you up. This wasn’t the first time you’d lost interest in eating.

“That’s an understatement.” Agatha broke the silence after reading your thoughts. You flipped your phone’s bluetooth on and magically connected it to the radio speaker. Playing some low jazz you put your phone down on the countertop.

“The end of today has been rough, so I’m going to give you an opportunity to clear something up for me.” She said quickly cutting onions and throwing them into the pot. You knew she wasn’t upset yet but something was off.

“Mommy?” You asked tentatively.

“The bond is strong again, so your thoughts are my thoughts and vice versa.”

“And Rio’s.” You nodded in understanding wondering what had happened. She puts the knife down and leans against the counter with one hand on her hip.

“So when you text Darcey referring to Rio and I as your…friends?”

You laughed and Agatha crossed her arms over her chest. Waiting for your giggling to end. She didn’t seem mad as she felt you weren’t hiding something from her. But she didn’t want your relationship to be downplayed.

“I want to explain in person that I’m an ancient cosmicly powerful witch who happens to be a familiar with a soul bond to an infamous all powerful witch killer and senora muerta.” You told her carefully.

“In person.” She repeats the part she felt was important.

“Yeah, I was going to bring you and Rio to a restaurant and sit down with Monica and Darcey. I’m not hiding my relationship from my friends. It’s just a bit too much to explain over text message.”

“Soon?” Agatha pushed, she kept her eyes on you as she pulled out a wooden spoon and stirred the onions and garlic around.

“Very soon.” You agreed not wanting to keep anyone in the dark. You scratched the back of your shoulder and tried to pop your neck feeling tension there. You felt Aggie move so you weren’t surprised when warm hands moved up your thighs. Moving one hand to where your neck hurt. She’d felt the tension earlier while teaching Billy. But knew that you’d object to stopping the lesson to ease it. It seemed to get worse and she’d wished she’d gone against your wishes now.

“Head back.” The witch instructed and you listened moving and wincing. Agatha smoothed a hand over the muscle and you felt it ease and release the knott. Heat spreading around the area. You relaxed leaning your head forward against her shoulder. Inhaling her scent you felt your head get fuzzy and warm knowing your wife was erasing the hurt.

“Holy Hecate that feels so good.” You eased turning your head into her neck and put your hands up to her face to hold her. She kissed your closed eyelids. Before pulling back a little bit.

“I wish you’d just let me fix things without putting up such a fight.”

“I’ll be good Mommy. I don’t wanna push you away.” You admitted, a little exhausted with giving her a hard time today.

“Good girl.” She kissed your forehead and then your lips twice. Before moving to stir with the spoon again. She worked around the kitchen effortlessly searing beef and adding carrots and potatoes to the hardy stew. You stayed close to her, feeling yourself growing more tired. Her magic lingered on your skin keeping the hurt away.

All of a sudden your eyes shot open in panic. Agatha felt the shift immediately dropping the spoon and wiping her hands on a dish towel.

“Angel what is it?”

“Senor Scratchy! I left him in the basement he’s all alone!”

Agatha’s heart melted and a calm fell over her. She loved taking care of you, even when you fought it. She walked over to the kitchen table and pulled the bunny from one of the seats walking it over to you. Kissing it’s head like you had done earlier and then handing the stuffed animal to you.

“I’d never let Senior Scratchy sit in the dark alone. He has to help take care of my baby.”

“You don’t need his help, you do the perfect job.” You whisper putting your nose into the bunnies soft fur.

Agatha smiled a very soft loving display at your praise. She knew you felt that way, but it was amazing to hear it.

“I don’t know I hear Senior Scratchy kills vampires.”

You look delighted at the idea and Agatha seems to enjoy your response.

“No one can fight like my Mommy.” You answered back and Agatha knew you meant it. She stepped between your legs again.

“I’d burn the world down for you.” She pulled your hair over your shoulder.

“Mm now there’s an idea.” You teased a flare of danger in your eye. Agatha loved your dark side.

“We can dance naked in the flames baby girl.” She kissed you and you opened your mouth to invite her tongue. She greedily sucked and kissed you with love and possesive pleasure. When she broke the kiss you were breathing hard.

“Dinner first, mayhem and ruin after.”

“Fucking hell, my wife is such a sexy witch.” You said through heavy breathing. Agatha’s head threw back as she cackled. Loving every word that fell from your mouth. Biting her lip and shaking her head. A giddy euphoric look in her eyes. You felt your face heating up as you used your legs to wrap around her. Pulling your wife closer.

“Mmmm tell me angel now that you have me what do you plan on doing?”

You giggled playing with the ends of her hair. Chewing on your lip and she tilts her head putting her thumb on your lip. She sticks her thumb over your tongue and you up the ante by sucking her thumb into your mouth, swirling your tongue over it. You feel the moment her arousal spikes as she removes her thumb and kisses you sucking your tongue into her mouth like she’ll go mad if she can’t have it.

Your phone starts to ring. Your kiss breaks and Agatha lets out an angry shriek. You kiss her once more and hop down. She grabs your wrist and pulls you back.

“Nu uh.” She says and you laugh.

“What if it’s Daddy? We have to answer!” You grabbed the phone off the counter top and stopped the music.

“We would both know if your Daddy was calling. The bond would know. Nice try little one. You get me all hot and bothered and go play with your phone, fuck no.”

You laughed and kissed her hard biting her lip until it drew blood she gasped and moaned you licked the blood the two of you tasting it.Then just as she let go of your arm you ran. She didn’t use magic like she could have. Instead she chased you. Which was almost more fun.

“You can run little rabbit but you can’t hide.”

You made your way behind the sofa and she put her hands on the other end. You moved to the right and she mirrored you.

“You’ll be a lot happier if you give in now Bunny. This never ends well for you. I’ll always capture you.” She taunted.

You answered the phone and she opened her mouth in mock surprise at your gal.

“Y/n Harkness.” You answer to hear Darcey on the other end.

“What the hell man, where have you been? What friends are you talking about? Like sex friends, oh my god are you in a cult now. Did you join a cult?” You laughed manicly as Agatha pushed the sofa towards you. You backed up and you were getting dangerously close to the stairs. Your only option was upstairs, you grunted and pushed the sofa back. Earning a witches manic cackle from your wife.

“What the hell did you just grunt and who the fuck are you with that laughs like that.”

“Darcey, I’m not in a cult per say. I think we should get dinner and you’ll meet them. But you have to promise to be on your best behavi-” Before you could finish the sentence Agatha used her magic and the sofa moved to the wall with the tv. You yelped and ran up the stairs. Agatha taking the steps in two’s to follow you. You made your way to the bed but tripped on the rug and cursed grabbing your now bleeding knee.

Agatha cursed and fell to the ground to see you clutching your knee. Phone flying out of your hand onto the floor.

“Fuck fuck ow, owie that fuckin hurt.”

Agatha tried to pry your hands away but you bit your lip and the blood ran down your leg.

“Baby let Mommy see it. I need to see it.”

You moved your now bloody hands and she saw the deep gash. She kissed just above the cut and you whimpered.

“I have you angel. We’ll get this all cleaned up.”

“I shouldn��t have run from you, I’m sorry.” You felt guilty and you tried to hold back tears.

“Hey no crying, we were just playing. It’s all gonna be ok. I always catch my bunny in the end.” She kissed your nose and you smiled. She moved to grab your phone putting it between her shoulder and ear as she held your knee between her hands.

“Darcey, hi my name is Agatha. Y/n is ok, she just tripped…Yeah that is why she was cursing like a sailor. It’s a cut on her knee I’m going to clean it out and she’ll text you ok?.... Thank you, you have a good night too.” Agatha let the call end and threw your phone on the bed. You opened your legs and she leaned in scooping you up so your legs were wrapped around her waist.

“I’m gonna get blood on you though.”

“Oh my baby when has blood ever scared your Mommy?” She set you down on the bathroom sink and you instinctively didn’t want to let go. She patted your bum softly.

“I want to clean it and then I promise we can cuddle.” She told you with so much love that you melted letting go of her. You looked down and it and thought of all the times you got hurt and she wasn’t there to help. She read your mind and lifted your chin.

“Never again, I will be there for every scrape. I wish you didn’t fall so often bunny. I also wish your Daddy was here to heal it faster than me.” She said a little self deprecating. You were gonna say something but she moved to grab the first aid kit. Bringing out cotton swabs and peroxide.

“I should have paid more attention to the medicine woman back in salem.” She cursed herself and you put your hand out to stop her. Surprising her as you felt her guilt through your connection.

“Stop that. My wife is a very powerful witch. You are an amazing Mommy. Please don’t beat yourself up.” She kisses you and you lean into it. When she pulls back she stays close to your mouth.

“You always know just how to sooth me and Rio don’t you baby?”

“I’ve had some practice. You two are kinda drama queens.”

She drops her mouth open in offense but you put your hands up.

“Only a little bit you, also thank you for being so nice to Darcey.”

“Well I figure I owe your mortal friend. I don’t like being in debt to people. Especially around the topic of-” she wiggled her finger and then booped you on the nose “you.”

“And especially not a mortal.” You read her last thought and she nodded. Dabbing the peroxide on your knee. You don’t flinch and she looked up.

“Is that ok Bunny?”

“Doesn’t hurt anymore.”

“No?”

“I’ve hurt worse.”

Upset flashed through Agatha’s face at the very mention of you in worse amounts of pain. She looked away from you to collect herself. You put your hand gently up her wrist and following up to her bicep.

“I’m ok.”

“I want to hurt Wanda…” She said. You didn’t need to read her mind to finish the thought.

“- but it wouldn’t bring back a second of missed time and you can’t change what happened.” You ended the sentence.

She nodded solemnly cleaning the cut one more time for good measure before opening up a bandaid that had Aladdin and the Genie on it.

“You or Rio?”

“Her Disney pick my insistence we get bandages.” She says putting it on your knee and gently kissing it again.

“Ya know I’m a witch, we kinda heal pretty fast.”

“Not fast enough.” She exhaled under her breath.

“You have the rest of my life to make up for lost time..that’s another way to look at it.” You tried to ease the blow and she looked at you wincing as if that hurt too. You laughed sadly and put a hand on her shoulder. While she decided if you needed another bandaid. In the end she opened a second one and you didn’t have it in you to argue about it.

“Do you know when I think about my death.” You started.

That shot her head up real quick from your leg.

“That is not appropriate little girl conversation. Not to mention not a conversation I’m willing to entertain. You have so many centuries ahead of you. Never say you and your death in the same sentence in my presence ever ever again. Not joking bunny.” She was going into a panic you could feel it. She was terrified at your words. You knew Agatha didn’t get scared often. You put your hands on her cheeks.

“Agatha-“

“No, the only good thing about your death is as a familiar I won’t have to breathe a second without you. Our destinies will always be intertwined. That is the only thing we will ever say about your death. Now I believe our stew is done. Can you walk?”

“No I think it needs to be amputated doctor.” You said dry.

“Ha ha, wow, my wife and her jokes.” Agatha shot back pinching your side and you wiggled.

“Stew please.” You popped off the counter and winced at the movement of your knee. Agatha came close to see you but you started walking.

“I can at least ease the pain!” She shouted as you walked out of the bathroom.

“I’m fine!”

Agatha huffed and grabbed your cellphone walking down the stairs closely after you in case you tripped again. You moved to set the table but Agatha flicked her wrist and it was done.

“Wow taking my job from me, huh?”

“I like you doing other jobs. Now sit.”

You plopped down and winced at your bruised ass. You looked over at the sofa to see it magically moved back to the right spot. You felt anxiety grow like an old mold on your bones.

“Baby?”

“Senior scratchy?” You whispered not remembering where you’d left him. Agatha summoned him and walked over with a hefty bowl you wouldn’t be able to finish and the stuffed friend. Handing him to you and drapping a napkin into her lap as she used her foot to slide her chair closer to yours.

“That is a lot of stew, you know I’ll never finish it all. No matter how good it tastes.”

“I wish you would eat this much. No I figured we’d share.”

“Ah, that makes sense.”

“I forgot senior scratches bowl.”

“He’s vegetarian like Daddy, he will take a raincheck.” You answered seriously. Agatha smirked but nodded a mock understanding.

“Of course.” Before lifting the spoon to your mouth. You moaned at the taste. Images of being in the woods with your wives and eating stew came flooding back. Nights spent by a could ten and a roaring fire under the stars.

“Careful Bunny. I’ve never been in competition with food before.” Agatha poked fun and you realized you may have moaned louder than you thought. She wiped your top lip and gave you another spoonful. You took it but furrowed your brow.

“You?” You said swallowing. She looked at you unamused but took a bite. Nodding once which was a stellar compliment in cooking. Agatha was an amazing cook and also a harsh critic. That’s why Rio was so amazing always cooking to Agatha’s taste buds.

You looked over your shoulder to see the sun had set and the moon was out.

“Don’t even think about it. “ Agatha warned and spoon fed you a big piece of meat. You chewed but kept your eyes out to the moon. She knew you too well.

Agatha took a bite and checked your phone for notifications quickly.

“You need to message Darcey. Or she’ll send a swat team.” She reminded you begrudgingly. Before feeding you carrot and potato. You chewed and kept your rabbit in one hand and texted easily with your thumb. Agatha watched you amused at your ability to text like someone of this generation.

‘Sorry for the scare! I’m totally fine just tripped. Thank you for checking on me.’

‘I have so many questions you are gonna have to fill me in on a lot.’

‘Oh yeah, I will.’ You set the phone down back to Agatha who pocketed it. She took a bite of the beef and chewed watching you carefully.

“I know it’s silly since Rio has had to be gone for months on end before. But I really thought she’d call or text.”

Aggie looked at the stuffed animal and then back at you. Weighing how she wanted to answer.

“She loves you. And you know if you were in any real danger she’d drop everything.”

You nod knowing that to be true.

“She’d feel it and come running.” You answered knowing this conversation before. You swung your feet a little and Agatha could tell you were regressing. She fed you two more spoonfuls.

“I love that she’s Death. I wouldn’t change anything about her but..”

“I know. She’s just as torn about it. She loves what she does and hates leaving.” Agatha agreed feeding herself a spoonful.

“I don’t like going months without her.”

“I know bunny. None of us like it. And she will send word if she is going to be away long. She knows you worry.”

“You don’t?” You look sceptical at her and she scrapes the bottom of the bowl and feeds you again.

“I don’t worry about Lady Death. She is the boogie man to most. The thing that goes bump in the night. Only to you is she the one who checks the closet for monsters. To everyone else she is the monster. The only thing I worry about for Rio is how hard it is to pick up and say goodbye to you. I know she’ll always come back. But it hurts to not see you. And I know that takes a toll on her.” She summarizes and feeds you the last bite.

“And you.”

“Rio and I sometimes like the distance. Not months that’s for sure. But a little distance isn’t always bad between us.”

“Is that because of your crazy sadistic sex when you re-unite?”

“Wow what terms we are using tonight for someone so small. Yes that is definitely an aspect of it. I like that she comes back needing to be used by me again. It is a strange power to have over death herself. Rio gets hungry for it, and I like the agony of it all.”

You definitely understood that. They had some crazy sex when Rio came home.

“I’d like to remind you you were apart of that ‘crazy’ sex you are thinking of.” She pushed.

You blushed a little, that was very true.

“When did you two even decide that you could have sex with me alone but Rio had to wait for you?”

“Hmm a long time ago. It has always made sense to us. We both have things we don’t like the other person doing. She takes direction usually pretty well.”

You chuckled remembering the times she didn’t.

“Such dirty thoughts. What’s got you going down memory lane?”

“I don’t know.” You pushed past the thoughts and looked back outside.

“Mommy can we?”

“For a little bit.” She agreed and you almost got up but waited.

“Thank you for waiting, you are excused from the table. Will you be warm enough?”

You nodded but she didn’t buy it. Summoning a blanket from the sofa from earlier she unlocked the sliding glass door and you both walked out. She laid down in the hammock first and then you laid on top of her. She moved the blanket on top of you. Pushing the hammock to rock. You watched the moon and stars.

You noticed Agatha shift a few times.

“Oh am I heavy?”

“Not even a little, too light.”

That’s when you realized it. Her breasts we’re tight against her shirt, harder.

“You know you could have just said.”

“We’ve been busy. And then you decided to adopt a pet. And play chase me in the living room.” She said but you were already unbuttoning her top button. You unbuttoned down to her belly button. Before unfastening her bra. You noticed her watching you with intrest.

“Can I help you?” You joked and she seemed unaffected by your teasing.

“You are about to.”

“Why are you looking at me like that.”

“I look at you often. I like what I see. Besides I enjoy you nursing immensely. Doing this makes me happy.” She admitted and you were surprised she’d said the word happy.

“Yeah?”

“Unbelievably, now stop the build up. Make Mommy feel better.”

You obeyed quickly taking a nipple and feeling how tight her breast was. You sucked greedily and she shushed you.

“You don’t need to rush. I’ll tell you stories about the stars. You just get your milk.”

And that’s what she did. She told you all about the constellations and the gods that cursed them. You’d heard some of the stories from her before, but it was so soothing. After the second breast was done you felt yourself falling sleep trying so hard to fight it was futile. You were asleep quickly dreaming of Agatha and Rio and shooting stars.

_____________ When you woke up you were in bed. It was just barely dawn and you reached down to touch your bandaids only they were gone and so was your cut. You turned around to see Agatha holding you tightly in her sleep. But behind Agatha was Rio she was in a Lakers basketball jersey and boxers fast asleep and drooling on Agatha. She’d done this a few times. Knowing you were a light sleeper too. She would spoon Agatha on her side to not wake you.

You felt your knee and the cut was healed completely. Not even a scar behind, that was definitely Rios doing. You moved and Agatha growled in her sleep. Tightening her hold on you. Rio stirred as well opening her eyes to look in the dark room.

“Daddy!” You whispered excitedly. She turned to you and smiled sleepily. Moving off of Agatha around to you. She bend down and kissed you soundly. You pulled at her jersey collar and she got the hint and piled into the bed. Holding your other side she kissed your cheekbone.

“I heard you fell.” She whispered.

“Why didn’t you wake me when you got home.”

“My little girl was sound asleep.”

“You should have woken me up!” You said too loudly and Agatha moved her leg a little. Rio looked at you reminding you to be quiet.

“Should we go downstairs so we don’t wake her?” You tried.

“Aggie won’t be happy if she wakes up and you aren’t in bed again mi amore.”

“We could do a midnight snack?” You offered and Rio agreed enjoying the idea of feeding you. You knew her weakness. You moved slowly out of Agatha’s embrace and she grumbled but was too gone to put up a fight. Rio grabbed your bunny from the bed and you both went to the kitchen. She flicked on the oven light but kept the big lights off.

“What would please my baby?”

“Cereal?”

“Deal.” She said and poured you lucky charms and milk. Sliding senior scratchy towards you you pick him up and set him in your lap. You take the spoon and dig in. Rio doesn’t comment at you feeding yourself, even though you felt her think about it.

“You had a busy day.”

“I missed you.” You told her and she smiled genuinely.

“Oh my girl you have no idea how much I missed you.”

“Who died?”

“Big massacre in Texas. Lots to do.” She admitted not always able and willing to tell you the horrors she sees. She tired to block you from that part of her mind.

“Bloody?”

“That’s not bedtime talk and you know it.” She poured herself a bowl of Reece’s puffs. Leaning against the counter as you sat on the barstool. The light illuminated the back of her.

“You didn’t text me.” You pouted sticking out your lip.

“I was going to if it lasted more than a day. I wanted to say goodbye to you but you were so sound asleep. Besides I left a very handsome little creature to make sure you didn’t miss me too much.”

“I love him, thank you.”

“Anything for you.”

“Did you bring something for Aggie?”

“Cursed goat eye.” She said like it was a normal gift.

“Fun.” You lit up.

“Yeah she’s gonna put it in a jar in the basement.”

“Some girlfriends get their partners flowers.” You say with a mouth full.

“Witchy wives get body parts.” Death countered winking at you.

You liked that and chuckled.

“Your Mama told me about Billy.”

“Are you going to lecture me on taking care of myself.” You stuffed your face.

“No, I think you both do well with a project. But I will remind you of the fall out if you don’t listen to us about slowling down. “ Rio pointed a spoon at you for the last part.

“Did you hear Mommy was nice to Darcey.” You said through a full mouth. Putting your hand up to your mouth.

Rio shook her head but chewed another spoonful.

“We owe her, makes sense.” She shrugged.

You took too but if a bite and chewed quickly before adding;

“We are all having dinner soon.”

“That’ll be a memorable night.” She said sipping milk from the bowl. You felt her have a pang of sadness.

“You have to leave in the morning don’t you?” You read her thoughts.

She nodded solemnly.

“Do you know when you’ll be back?” Your lip jutted out a little too much this time.

“As fast as I can be. But I promise to text and I’ll bring you back something fun.”

“You are all I want.” You whisper looking down, hoping she doesn’t hear you but she does. She puts her dish in the sink and comes to stand in front of you.

“How about when I come back we go to a secret garden I know? Fun day trip?” You nodded and she leaves your bowl. Picking you up and bringing you to the sofa.

“Movie?” She set you down so you are sitting in her lap. Legs on the opposite side of the sofa. She rubs your back and you wrap your arms around her waist.

“Tv show, you pick.” Rio did not wanting you to be awake for a two hour movie.

“No you pick. I just want to be in your arms.”

Rio smiles and you feel her wonder how she got so lucky. Before she flicked on the tv and you see MASH come to life. You hold the black bunny securely between you and your wife.

“You always liked this one.” You commented yawning.

“Life and death hanging in the balance mixed with dry humor. What’s not to like?” Death said. Rubbing your back and it brought her comfort touching you.

“I think Margaret is hot in the later seasons.”

“I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that.” She teased tickling your sides.

“Or what?”

“I’ll have to find her soul.” She warns and you roll your eyes at her.

“Lady Death has better things to do then torment hot lips.”

“Yeah, I gotta have midnight cereal dates with my baby girl.” She adds and you feel special.

Hawkeye takes a big drink of alcohol and starts a monologue and the tv screen light plays across your bodies.

“I like you in my clothes.” She whispers and you start to feel sleepy.

“Like the way you smell.” You say back weakly.

“No more waffles for breakfast. You need something more nutritionally valuable.”

“You just fed me lucky charms.” You remind her as your lips are against her neck as you speak. She smirks putting her feet up on the coffee table.

You don’t get to the part where colonel Potter comes in to stop the antics. As you fall back asleep against Rio.

When you wake up Agatha and Rio are both gone. You turn around panic shooting up from the bed. Only to hear the shower running.

Taking a deep breath you realize Agatha is showering. You feel her with the bond knowing she knows you are awake now too. You toss back the blanket and grab your phone off her nightstand. Seeing a text from an unknown number.

“You ok baby?” She yells over the steam.

“All good!” You yell back and hear the shower door close again.

Opening the text, knowing instantly who it’s from.

‘Check the fridge. Thanks for our midnight date. 🖤 Don’t forget to email Monica your research today. I will think of you alllllllll day.’

You smiled at the phone before moving to the closet and finding a pair of dark purple overalls and a white t shirt. You threw it on seeing small pentacles on the stitching you smirk. Knowing the witches wove it in. Before heading downstairs opening the fridge to see a rather large quiche. With a small card with a black heart.

You took it out and put it in the oven at a low temp to heat it up. Starting the coffee machine for Agatha. You yawn and put the radio on. While The Beach Boys come on you realize that it’s raining outside. Opening the sliding door you sit and inhale the smell of clean air. You loved that smell.

Watching as the water splashes in the puddles. You cross your ankles and keep your arms wrapped around your knees. You don’t know how long it’s been, you zoning out. But you feel Agatha’s hand on your back as she sits criss cross next to you. She hands you a cup of tea. It’s cinnamon apple spice your favorite.

You humm at the small amount of honey fills your senses after taking a sip.

“I didn’t know we had this.”

“Rio brought groceries last night. Good morning my little bunny.”

“Mornin’n Mama.” You say and lean in as she kisses you. You go back to staring outside.

“You always did like the rain.” The witch says a little melancholy.

“I was born in the middle of a rainstorm.” You reminded her even though she knew. She nodds thinking of it.

“I used to find you laying in the middle of a storm getting soaked. I was always worried you’d catch pneumonia.” She chuckled and brought her own coffee to her lips.

“Worth it.” You said seeing the rain fall.

“Plans for the day my sweetness?”

“Daddy’s quiche, maybe a walk, research paper to finish and send, cursed book.” You finish listing your ideas. Agatha nodds along and sips the black coffee. Tilting her head from side to side.

“Perhaps a bath is in order as well.”

“Is that your way of saying I’m stinky.”

“No, I like the smell of your sweat. I just want to break out some witches black soap and see you play with your new rubber duckies.” She swallows more coffee and you nodd.

“I do like baths.” You say.

“I like giving you baths.” She admits and you look back to the rain.

“Daddy’s quiche should be ready, you want to sit?” Agatha runs her fingers down your arm slowly leaving goosebumps in her wake.

“Yes please Mama.” You answer and she preens.

“Such good manners little one.”

You don’t comment and stand, she gracefully used her legs not needing to put a hand on the ground to stand up. Turning on her heel, her hair whips around as she takes the quiche out of the oven and slices it putting it on a kids plate. She takes a sippy cup and fills it with water before screwing it close tightly. You sit at the kitchen counter like you had with Rio at midnight. Agatha gets on the barstool next to you. You look over at the radio not liking the Bee Gees. You close one eye and it changes to Stevie Nicks ‘Crystal.’ You seem to prefer it and you take a sip of your tea before taking the small fork and bringing a bite of quiche to your lips. Humming at the good taste.

“Yummy?”Agatha asked cutting it with her own fork.

“Very.” You say taking another sip of tea.

“Will you be needing help on your research paper?”

You turn to see Agatha, she’s not looking at you which you know to mean she’s self conscious. Her question was a moment of uneasiness for her. Not wanting to come on too strong at her desire to help. You know a lot of it stems from Aggie not wanting to be without you. Even if it means a few hours.

“Sure.” You answer surprising the witch. Who turned and met your eyes now.

“I have an extensive library,” Agatha boasts.

“With no sorting system.” You say offensively to the older woman.

“With a very extensive sorting system,” she points to her head. You laugh and take another bite.

“Right,’ you chuckle again,”well Miss Dewey Decimal System. I am almost done. So it shouldn’t take us long.”

“Thats Mrs. to you. I’ve been happily married for many centuries. And what is left to do?”

“Demonic possession rituals and dream walking.” You cut the quiche with your fork.

Agatha takes a minute to chew before mulling the two topics over. She didn’t know how she felt about you writing on such things. She decided to stay neutral though you felt her uneasiness.

“Not easy subjects my love.”

“It’s going to Monica’s elderly aunt who lives in Salem and is putting on large coven conventions. She just wants to educate and break some stigmas on magic and rituatlistic practices.” You shrug as if it’s not a big deal. Agatha beams a little at your reason.

“You haven’t changed.”

“What do you mean?” You look offended at her. Agatha brushes your offense off drinking her coffee.

“Helping people tap into dark arts and offering a hand to covens you owe nothing to.”

You look at her puzzled for a moment before you use your sleeve to wipe some tea off your lip. She watches you aching to feed and wipe your mouth herself.

“Agatha, we killed a lot of witches. And I don’t regret our actions or a moment of our life together. But just because we have modern medicine and the internet does not mean that witches are safe today. Today is perhaps more dangerous than before. Now a child who displays magic abilities isn’t secluded in a forest with a crone to teach them. Now they’re stuffed full of antipsychotics and put in a padded room.”

Agatha opened her mouth to say something not expecting your reaction. You continued over her, your argument not done yet. She gulped as you kept going.

“We have mastered a craft that takes witches far more centuries than we’ve lived. I feel indebted a sense of responsibility to at least show that we…”You stopped putting your fork down. The thoughts making you loose your appetite. Agatha looks regretful that she opened this can of worms. You take your fingernail and dig it into your thumb picking the skin. Agatha doesn’t like the sight of you picking but decided to choose her battles in this moment.

“Baby, I did not mean to upset you.” She starts honestly not realizing it would go this way this quick.

“I know, I do. It’s just when I started writing this paper I thought I was a powerless little pagan. I forgot that a lot of the topics were things I’d mastered. I’m not upset with you. I am a little peeved at Wanda. And maybe a little bit over reacting because I don’t like the state of the witchy community at the moment. It’s not your fault though. I didn’t mean to snap.”

Agatha couldn’t take it anmore and took your hand moving your finger so you were no longer causing yourself pain.

“I understand, I think it’s a very admirable endevor. I didn’t mean to downplay it at all. I’m sorry that you were stripped of your magic. I take responsibility for part of that. I never wanted you to feel powerless. It will never happen again.”

You want to disagree it isn’t her fault but you know part of it is still complicated. So you just nodded looking down at your joined hands.

“I’m not hungry anymore.”

“Not even one more bite?” She tried and you shook your head. You hadn’t eaten much breakfast.

“Hmmm what about milk?” Agatha tried letting her fingers trail over your palm where your lifeline was. She used to trace it when she was upset and you were all on the run. Finding comfort in how long the line was.

You looked to the floor now and nodded.

“I think that is a great idea.” Agatha stated warmly, the witch moved the dish away from you and stood grabbing your hand and pulling you outside. The rain hit around you but didn’t touch you. She’d cast her magic to keep you both dry. She put a hand over the hammock and it dried quickly before laying down, she pulled her robe to the side. You laid on top of her like so many times before. Latching on quickly you sucked and sighed.

“Deep breaths through your nose. No more anxiety my angel. Mommy’s got you. No one will ever separate us again.” She kissed the crown of your head and you wound a hand over her ribs. Keeping your hands nice and warm from her body heat under her robe.

Water hit the force field she’d created and dripped down. The sound of rain through the trees calmed you like it always did. Agatha knew exactly what to do and say. You calmed quickly and now had a stomach full of milk.

You switched nipples and she rocked the hammock keeping you both calm and happy.

After about fourty five minutes you tapped Aggies hand signaling you were ready to get up. But wanted to make sure she was. She agreed knowing a good thing had to end eventually.

“How about a walk and then we work on your paper?”

You stood and nodded putting a hand out to help her steady herself out of the hammock she took it. Enjoying the warmth of your hands against hers. She didn’t drop your hand as you entered the house and went up the stairs to put on a raincoat. As she put on jeans and a plum sweater with small all seeing eyes stitched into the fabric. She sank to the floor and opened a box pulling out purple cute rainboots for you. Holding both your hands she helped you into them. Before she zipped her own boot with a small heel. Agatha pointed at a drawer that was Rio’s. You obediently opened it to see nicely folded beanies. You picked a dark green beanie that had a palm leaf on the front. You both made your way downstairs, Agatha decided on a clear umbrella. The handle had a bat on it with red eyes. You opened the coat closet to find a long black peacoat and you took it off the hanger and held it up for Aggie. Who looked at you delighted as you helped her in you moved her hair so it was on top of the collar. You both exitted and Agatha magically locked the house. You moved before her and jumped into a puddle in the walkway. She smirked at your joy before moving over and keeping the umbrella over your head.

She put her arm out and you wrapped your arm in hers and melted. You started walking around the block. Agatha kept you on the inside as she walked on the side with the road. Always watching to keep you safe.

“The woods aren’t far are they?” You broke the comfortable silence and Agatha pointed to the path that forked. She gently pushed you to the left and you went down a dirt road. The trees getting larger and the sound of a small creak rushing next to the path made you sigh happily.

“I swear, you and Rio would rather go back to living in a cabin with no electricity in the middle of the wood in a second. You both love a forest more than anything.”

“Not more than anything,” you point out and you see her gleeful look at the complement.

“My little witch.” She says in a tone that means ‘you charmer.’

“You don’t miss the cabins we stayed in?” Wondering if she would go back.

“I enjoyed the seclusion of it just being the three of us and no mortals. I do miss that. Felt like we were the only souls in the world.”

“You loved dancing naked in the moonlight with a roaring bon fire, covered in mortal man blood.” You reminded her and she laughed at the memories.

“I would live anywhere if it meant you and Rio were there. It doesn’t matter to me where.” Agatha says and a raindrop falls on your boot.

“Do you like this house? I thought you liked it here.” You press on.

“I do now that you are in it.” She corrected putting one finger up as if you made it liveable. Like you’d changed her opinion on the house.

“Too many painful memories with Agnes?” You asked running your fingers over her bicep soothingly.

“I don’t think I ever thought I’d hear the name Agnes from your lips.”

You chuckle but she continues her thought.

“It wasn’t always a happy house, it wasn’t home until recently.” She agreed looking up at the tall trees as squirrel jumped between branches.

“We could always move?”

“What about your mortal friends?”

You shrug and think for a moment before answering.

“They won’t stop being my friends just because I don’t live here. Darcey and I used to Facetime when we both got busy anyway. Monica is in a relationship she hasn’t been around as much. I think Darcey might be dating someone and not telling me.” You said a little hurt at the thought she’d not felt comfortable telling you the truth.

“Hmm.” Agatha didn’t know how to comfort you on this, the only successful healthy relationships she’d had ever had, had been with you and Death. You were her soulmates, family, coven and confidonts. So the idea of mortal friends was confusing. You saw her tension in her jaw as she searched for words.

“You don’t have to comfort me on this,” you read her thoughts.

“I wish to.” She countered and you were pleased knowing that was very true.

“The point is, I have my life and they have theirs. I’d be happy with you and Rio anywhere. Rio likes hotter weather anyway. She probably left on work just when she knew it would rain.” You joked only to get Agatha to disagree immediately looking at you with conviction.

“You are mistaken and you know better. She’d much rather be here watching you enjoy the storm.”

You knew that to be way more true than what you’d say.

“You are right, plus things die in this weather that she likes.” You answered and Agatha scoffed at that explanation but didn’t correct you this time.

“Do you not feel at home in our current house?” Agatha’s mind traveled down that path now and you squeezed her arm.

“I never said that and you never heard that thought even come up. I want you to feel comfortable. And if this house isn’t it we can move at the snap of our fingers.”

Agatha nodded, the three of you had a lot of money stashed away. You could live anywhere

“I will admit I don’t enjoy our neighborhood. I enjoy our home now though. I would very much like you to stop stalling and move your things in. It won’t feel complete until you do.” She paused at the side of the stream and took your hand. Watching the water rush over rocks. She closes the umbrella as it stops raining. The woods were extremely quiet now.

“I can do that, it seems important to you that I do that.”

“Extremely.” She agreed keeping her eyes on the water but kissing your temple.

“Aggie…”

“Hmm?” She turned and looked at you. You dropped her hand much to her dismay. You motioned for her to follow you. Jumping on a rock and then crossing the stream in your rain boots. Agatha tensened at your movement but followed quickly behind you not wanting you to go far. You started up a hill an you felt her grab the back of your overalls to keep you close. You let her and then you turned left and then right off the beaten path.

“Bunny, where in Satan's lungs are you taking us?” She stopped when you did, taking a deep breath you held your hand behind you to stop her from moving.

“Stay super still, please.” You added the last part so she wouldn’t worry. That’s when she saw it. A large buck came out of the clearing and walked closer to the two witches.

You put your hand out and you felt Agatha’s hand tighten in yours.

“Shh, it’s ok. He’s just lost.” You soothed Agatha and the animal at the same time. It walked over to you and Agatha let out a small snicker at your display.

“We all get a little lost sometimes little prince of the forest.” You told him and he confidently walked up to you and you put your hand closer to his nose. He put his head down and Agatha tightened her hand harder worried he’d charge you with his impressive antlers.

“He’s a sweetheart, my wife doesn’t need to worry. You won’t hurt us will you honey?”

He let out a large breath in confirmation and the breath came out in clouds of steam. Billowing and wrapping around him. He bows his head now more and you touch his fur. It was so soft with a little bit of rain water still on him. Like dew on a blade of grass. Moving slowly up with the seam of his fur. Agatha watched in amazement. You looked to your right and then to your left as you kept one hand on Agatha and one on the deer. The animal was a gorgeous sight Agatha had to admit. His eyes were a deep gold. All large and regal, he definitely looked like he could be royalty to the forest.

“Give me your hand Mama.” You whisper using the nickname to break Agatha from her dazed expression. She keeps one hand on you but gives you her right hand. You put your hand on top of hers and touch the buck.

“You just need to go East, you’ll find them again young one. Follow the stream ok? Thanks for visiting us.” You brushed the hair just above his left eye as you gave him one last pat. You pull both your and Agatha’s hands backs He seems to take your advice, running towards the East and you saw the power in his body, one big muscle as he lept over fallen trees and rocks.

Agatha let out a large throaty laugh at the sight.

“You are..” She started with almost stars in her eyes as she looked at you.

“Crazy?” You joked and she sucked her bottom lip and disagreed with you quickly.

“Magical, absolutely magical.”

That had to be the highest form of a compliment from Agatha Harkness you thought. Who coveted and cherished magic.

“Hope he finds what he’s looking for.” You muttered wiping your slightly damp hand on your leg.

“He will now that you were here.” She answered with an all knowing look. You grin back at her and you start back down the hill. Aggie doesn’t let go of you making sure you klutzy tendencies don’t come out.

“When did you start feeling the animal?”

You think for a minute trying to pin point it.

“Not sure, maybe when the road forked? Why?” You question back and Agatha just looks still infatuated with you.

“You are so much more powerful than you even know darling.”

“I don’t know about that.”

“I do.” She confirms extremely confident as she puts one hand behind her. Keeping her arm out as you wind around it.

“So how much do you know about dream walking and Astral projection?” You change the topic feeling a little too embarrassed by the compliments.

“A lot, I know the rules and rituals. I’ve done it and broken a few of the rules and had to figure that out. You already knew that though” She says the last part darkly under her breath keeping her mouth close to your ear. You two were flirting. You both found magic talk sometimes to be like foreplay. You gulp but continue your conversation confidently. Not meeting her eyes.

“How would you describe the rules?”

Agatha uses the umbrella like a walking stick now as she keeps you close to her side and you walk the winding road along the stream. Deeper and deeper into the forest.

“Well, to tell you something you already know.” She confirms knowing you are testing her.

“Right?” You egg her on and she smirks as she continues.

“The darkhold had some rules on Dream Walking. It wasn’t fair to the relms, there were always work arounds. But I heard the hypocrite Steven Strange used his dead corpse to Dream walk.”

Your eyebrows shot up in suprise.

“Like I said princess, there’s always rules and always powerful people who will figure out loop holes.”

You nodd knowing you definitely can’t add that into your paper.

“So I suppose my question to you is, will you be using Dream walking in a cautionary tale or an instructional one?”

You licked your lips and ground your heel in the dirt. Agatha stopped to look at you. Putting the wet umbrella onto her right shoulder.

“A smart question from a brilliant mind,” You dodged answering.

“Hmm just a witch who knows you maybe?”

You disagreed you really did think Agatha was a genius. She read your thought and you saw her neck turn pink at a small blush at your compliment. She knew you thought highly of her but it was always surprising to the witch.

“So it’s been a minute since you brought up the book of the damned…”

Agatha looked nervous as she swallowed. Feeling her mouth grow incredibly dry.

“Hmmm.” You felt her upset starting to roll down her body. Every muscle tensened.

“I forgive you, you don’t need to drip with guilt.”

When Agatha had taken the darkhold for power you were cursed. You became very very sick. She fixed it but it took many years and she never brought the book up around you again. You eventually would use the darkhold with her. But Agatha never forgave herself for hurting you. It took a long time to get her to even let you touch the book. You knew her heart still ached from the memories. You put two hands on her cheeks.

“Don’t go down that road. I was just surprised you don’t have it.”

“Wanda.” Was all she said looking over her shoulder as if to see if someone was coming.

“Ok, don’t go dark and broody on me.”

She looked down and the veins in her hands moved as she flexed.

“Mommy.” You said and that snapped her out of her memories. You kissed her softly full of love and longing. She burned and melted in your embrace. You pulled back and brushed your thumbs over her cheeks. Just under her stunning blue eyes.

“I think I’ll leave the book out of my research paper.”

“I think that is a wise decision my love.”

“I’ll stick to the rules. No cautionary tone, not teaching either, keep it vague.”

She nodds and wraps an arm around your waist, leaning forward to rest her forehead against yours.

“Let’s go home?” You said looking up into the clouds. Agatha looked up at the sky. You could always tell before the weather would even think to roll in.

You started your walk back holding hands, fingers threaded together tightly. Agatha kept you close. It had only started drizzling but she could tell from before you knew the storm would come. Every now and then you’d swing your joined hands not thinking of it. Aggie didn’t comment as she heard you outlining the end of your paper in your head. By the time you were back in the driveway thunder started to boom. You shivered as the cold air whipped your hair. Aggie opened the door magically and pushed you in. You both started stripping your damp clothes off at the door. Kicking your shoes off to not track mud in the house. Agatha threw both your clothes by the basement door to wash them. You were naked and shivering and she grabbed a blanket off the sofa and wrapped it tight around your shoulders. She was in just a bra no longer caring about disrobing as she saw you so uncomfortably cold.

“Hold this princess.” She said and your teeth started to chatter but you took the blanket. She moved your wet hair out from under the blanket. Putting the umbrella by the door she wrapped an arm around your shoulders and rubbed up and down your arms. You felt a warmth flood over your body. Her fingers were purple as she warmed you down to your bones. You felt goosebumps at the magic. She brought you to the master bath and plugged the tub.

You closed your eyes and wiggled your toes trying to focus on the warmth.

“M-m-Mommy I’m s-sorry.” You said and she looked confused as she added oils and salts to the bath. She dipped her purple finger in and said a spell. It kept the bathwater warm.

“My darling baby girl whatever for?”

“I should have turned us around before it got cold. I got distracted by the d-d-deer.” You admitted and she made a clicking noise with her mouth.

“It didn’t get cold until we got home my love. You didn’t do anything wrong. Now come take a warm bath.”

You hesitated and she saw you shiver. She realized the problem deep in your subconscious. She was quick to remedy your anxiety. Agatha climbed in first taking off her bra and flinging it into the dirty hamper. She sat down hissing a little at the warmth around her muscles. She put two hands out and helped you in. Aggie turned you so you were facing the other direction and you sat in her lap. Pressed against her hardening nipples.

“That’s my good girl.” She conjured a few rubber duckies as promised. You reached out slowly and took one. She was instantly relieved and put a hand behind her back to grab a wash cloth. She had to the side already black witches soap. She’d told Rio she needed to put the soap on you earlier. Rio made the black soap bars special with very hard to find ingredients. The soap was revitalizing, having health benefits but also protection woven through it. It was the only soap the three of you used throughout the centuries. You leaned forward reading your Mommy’s mind. She was pleased as she scrubbed your back making sure to massage the muscles as she went. Taking the washcloth after and pouring water over you. You shivered and she wound an arm around your waist. Putting a hand on the protection runes on your stomach. It tingled a little at her touch.

“I forgot.” You whispered looking down into the tub.

“Forgot what angel?” She asked.

“I got a tattoo without you.” You said staring at your ankle.

“I know, Rio and I weren’t super pleased with your decision.”

“It’s of you and her though, which is wild.” You said a little amazed at your subconscious. Agatha rolled a hair tie off of her wrist and tied her crazy hair. Putting it on top of her head. Two strands curling around her face.

“Still.. a mortal made you bleed and injected ink in you. We both considered a more homicidal approach. I won’t lie.” She said the last part in a deeper register.

You laughed at that and Aggie was glad you were no longer shaking. Seeming to be coming around to a better mood.

“I wonder if that’s where she is right now.” You teased and she snorted.

“Nah, our wife knows better than to seek vengeance for our baby without me.”

You plunged a duck down into the water and let him go so he could resurface. You imagined Agatha tracking down your tattoo artist and torturing him and you find it a tad hilarious.

“Such dark thoughts little one. Too big for you. Time for you to let go.”

“But my paper-” You reminded her in a panic.

“After a bath and a nap. We will look at it together for as long as you want over lunch. First you’ll listen to Mommy ok?”

“Yes Mommy.” You agree wanting her plan more than you cared to admit. Agatha knew that as she felt the exhaustion starting to take over you. She moved down to your ass and you fussed at the still bruised butt. Agatha shushed you and cleaned you. Her strong veiny hands working effortlessly over your body cleaning you. She moved her hand behind her again to grab the shampoo. Squeezing it and then using her fingernails to scratch gently at your scalp. You lean your head back feeling blissed out. Agatha hummed an old song from salem years. You feel yourself regressing. Agatha saw the shift in your shoulders first and then heard your mind grow calm, knowing what was coming.

Tilting your head back she used magic and washed the soap out of your hair. You felt her kiss your forehead. You inahaled the familiar smell of black soap and Agatha’s shampoo. Steam was rising from the tub. When Agatha finished rinsing you she pulled you to rest against her. You eased into her and exhaled. She kept a hand over your heart, feeling it beat against her hand. It calmed her more than she could describe to feel your heart beating, knowing you were alive. You both stayed in the enchanted warm water until Agatha noticed your fingers turning pruney. So she kissed your cheek lingering on your warm skin. Before you took the rubber ducks out to the side. Then moved out of the tub splashing some water on the floor. You reached for her towel and handed it to her. She eyed you and you went over to grab Rio’s clean unused towel. Aggie grabbed a medium towel by the tub and wrapped your hair up into it. You kept the other towel around your chest and you both went to the closet. You walked to the middle of the closet to find a pair of boy short cotton undie with hearts. You pulled them up and Agatha took your towel off so you couldn’t hide as you changed from her gaze. You didn’t comment as you found a grey soft sports bra. Pulling it over your head and fixing your breasts into it. Your eye caught to something on Agatha’s side. You turned and moved the hanger to see your old Fleetwood Mac sweatshirt. You’d been so excited to get it at a music festival in the 70’s. You’d seen them in California, you’d dragged Agatha to the concert. Rio had loved their music but Agatha never commented on it. But she refused to let you two go without her. You’d worn the hell out of the sweatshirt, the logo barley visible. A few strings loose at the sleeves. A small hole in the collar where it had ripped after you tripped. You put your hand on the collar.

“You kept it. After all these years?”

Agatha had dressed already in a slightly long grey t shirt and Rio’s dark green sweatpants. She eyed the item of clothing you were touching.

“When Wanda’s spell broke..I. Rio and I fought at first. I was angry at her for not bringing you and it was a mess… I went to the basement and locked myself in there. I opened all the boxes and I found it. I wore it and sobbed through the night. Rio had to break down the door. She promised we’d find you. I wouldn’t let her take the sweatshirt off of me though. I clung to it like a mad woman. I was so upset it didn’t smell like you anymore.” She said recalling the memory and you watched the scene play from her perspective in her mind. You moved over to her and flung your arms around her. Hugging her desperately, clinging to her. Your towel on your head dropped. You felt her arms instantly wrap around your waist bringing you closer to her chest. Your hearts synchronizing and beating together.

She broke the hug first and pulled you out of the closet, suddenly feeling claustrophobic in the space. She needed to feel you. You felt her desire and knew that loving her would be the balm to sooth her hurt.

She pulled you to the bed and kept her arms around you. Her hand falling onto your ass possessively. You moved her shirt off of her. Her hair still damp and in a bun on her head gave you easy access to her bare neck. You bit down hard and she moaned, she pushed you onto the bed keeping your bodies together. Your teeth not leaving her neck. You sucked and licked with fever at Agatha’s throat. Kissing under her chin. You felt a bit of milk against your skin. You moved your hands down to squeeze her breasts and milk shot out across you. You both moaned at the sight. You bent down and kissed her. Her tongue invading your mouth and devouring you. She moved you taking control to straddle you. She snaps her fingers and the sweatpants are long gone. Her pubic hair now on display. You move down before she has a chance to grab you. Stuffing your face into her croch. You take her clit in your mouth, she’s already so so very wet. You bob your head to to suckle on her clit. She puts two hands on the wall above your headboard.

“My wife sucks my pussy better than anyone.” Her voice breaks and you hear a whine in her throat when you let your teeth roughly scratch against her clit. You lift your tongue under her hood and her thighs shake. You enter her with four fingers and she cries out. You fuck her with your fingers and suck her clit hard into your mouth.

“My good girl. My sweet fucking angel. Oh god, you feel soo good. You fuck Mommy so good. Ah, your mouth was made for my pussy. You are all mine.”

You keep fucking her and that’s when you feel her magic move inside of your hole. She’s tracing over your clit with her purple and you feel it vibrate.

“I want my pretty girl to cum with Mommy. Can you do that gorgeous?”

You nodd into her cunt and give her just what you know will take her over. Before she turns her magic up and you cum embaressingly fast.

She lays back spent for amoment. Then her body jolts with after shocks. You don’t move keeping your mouth on her. Holding her cum in your mouth until she settles. Agatha rakes her hands through your hair and breathes. You two stay that way for a while. Until Agatha pulls you into her embrace and you fall asleep in the crook of her neck with the comforter over your bodies.

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You nibbled on the grilled cheese and Agatha made notes as you typed. Your glasses were hanging on the bridge of her nose. You finished the last sentence Aggie looked over your shoulder. She nodded that she liked it. You emailed it to Monica and let out a loud noise.

“I’m done!” You threw your hands up dramatically and then you yelped. Agatha looked at you confused until she felt it too.

You both took two steps up the basement throwing open the door. You ran to her. Rio had one dufflebag over her shoulder and had levitating three grocery bags. She saw you and gave an authentic mega watt smile. You ran and jumped into her arms. She scooped you up and twirled you around. Aggie gave you a minute keeping her hand on her hip and unable to hide her smile.

“Mi amor,” she said kissing you over and over again all over your face. She moved the dufflebag off her shoulder and dropped the heavy thing.

“DADDY!” You squealed in delight and she laughed kicking the door closed with her boot. She locked it with her magic. Keeping you wrapped around her. Rio walking over to Agatha she kissed her, you were trapped between the two which was your favorite place to be. They moaned and bit each other kissing faster. There bodies pressing together harder. Agatha’s hand found the back of Rio’s head and was pulling her hair hard.

“Ok this is hot but you are now squishing me” You said through a gasp. They separated and both of their lips were bruised.

“You can put me down now.” You said a blush forming on your face.

“Why would I ever want to do that.” Rio answered bouncing you higher in the air and Agatha glared at her.

“If you drop her, you are gonna be in so much trouble.” She said a little bit of worry on her face.

Rio moved you over her shoulder, holding your legs down so you were hanging upside down behind her back.

“RIO OH MY GOD DON’T DROP ME!”

“I don’t know a Rio, I know another name you call me.” Death teased and threw you up and down a little.

“Rio,” Agatha said in a deeper warning. Death ignored her wife and continued to fuck with you.

“DADDY DADDY OH MY GOD PUT ME DOWN.” You laughed and shrieked. She walked over to the sofa and plopped you on the cusion. She then kicked off her boots and straddled you.

“I heard from a little birdie that you finished your paper.”

“Please tell me you didn’t put a creepy listening device in my sweet, sweet stuffed bunny.” You said as she pinned your hands over your head.

Agatha came over done with the display she grabbed Rio’s hair and pulled back. Death moaned and closed her eyes but did not let go of you.

“Do we need a reminder of who’s in charge?”

“Never my darling gorgeous wife.” Rio answered not wanting to start the night out in the dog house.

“Paper is finished, baby is bathed and has eaten. What have you done my demonic wife?” Agatha teased back releasing her hair. Rio kissed you and then got off.

“I watched a cartel drug lord summon a satanic soul from the damned and then get his eyes ripped out. He died very quickly after. But I come with gifts.” She said jumping off the back of the furniture. You sat up a little on the sofa.

“Really, with the furniture Rio? Also do not talk about that in front of bunny.” Agatha chastised and she brought over a mumified hand in a box. It was egyptian and very very old. Handing it to Agatha who looked intrigued as she opened the box and looked at the torn fingers.

“Acceptable.” She said and Rio took it as a huge win.

“And for our baby?” Agatha said closing the box, way more interested in your gift. Rio brought the duffle over and dropped it on the coffee tabel.

“I talked to a doctor in New Zeland, psychiatrist and I asked about coping skills with anxiety. It was a good conversation, she recommended and I found this.” Rio took out a huge blanket. Agatha didn’t like the idea of her talking to a doctor at all but she watched with curiosity.

“A blanket?” You asked confused.

“A weighted blanket but it’s magically infused.” She said wiggling her eyebrows.

“Wha-”

Rio came forward and draped it across you and you sighed.

“Oh damn, that’s actually really good.”

Agatha bent down an lifted a corner of the blanket to feel the magic.

“You wove it?” She said already knowing. She’d know her wifes magic signature anywhere.

“Took me some time. I had to go to Salem to get the right herbs. But I finished it just before I got home.” Rio put two hands on her hips as your head lulled back an you closed your eyes. Agatha was impressed.

“What else does it do?”

“Helps calm down panic attacks.” Rio says as your heart starts to slow down.

“Intresting,” Agatha said seeing a small skull stitched on the bottom of blanket.

“It also has the ability to squeeze, supposedly if she starts to panic we put pressure on her chest or use the blanket.”

“I like it.” You whisper and the two of them look at each other.

“Thoughts?” Rio said snapping her fingers and the bag disappeared.

“Dinner and a movie?” Agatha suggested hoping that Rio didn’t want to go out. The woman nodded excited.

“That sounds perfect. I am so glad I’m home.”

Agatha eyed you carefully before moving into the kitchen opening her hand for Rio who gladly took you. Looking over her shoulder at you blissed out from the blanket.

“No psychedelics in that blanket, promise me?” Aggie whispered to her wife as she moved to grab a sippy cup.

“Not a one. Just persuasive magic and weight. Plus some herbs from Salem like I said. I wouldn’t do that without telling you, you know that.” She said reassuringly. Agatha trusted you with Rio, she just got worried about you sometimes. Ok a lot of the time. The witch filled up the water cup and came back into the living room.

“Drink, please bunny.”

You moved your arm out from the blanket and drank half of the cup. Agatha chastised herself for not making you a cup earlier. You closed your eyes again putting your feet up on the coffee table.

“Daddy and I are gonna make dinner, do you want to stay here? Or come with us?”

You whispered ‘stay’ and Agatha feelt conflicted. She’s happy the blanket helps and yet she’d rather keep you on her hip at all times. She feels Rio snake her arms around her waist.

“Come on Aggie. It’ll be fine. We can see her while we cook. If anything happens we’ll feel it. Let her sit.” She whispers and Agatha wants to fight it but she decides Rio is right. The two go to the kitchen and you listen to them as they chat distantly.

Rio moves the levitating grocery bags to the kitchen.

“Spagetti?” She asks and Agatha thinks for a moment before deciding on spaghetti and meatballs. She needs you to get the protein.

“Thanks for making extra stew, it’s all I ate when I was away. Four meals of stew it was heaven.” Rio says taking out a stock pot to fill with water. She tied her hair up into a ponytail and moved around the kitchen.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it my love.” Agatha said putting the groceries Rio’d brought away.

“Quiche ok?”

“Very good, much better than waffles.” She snorted digging into a bag.

“Yeah, I was worried about the waffles.” Rio admitted turning the stove on.

“Work went ok though?” Agatha pressed knowing sometimes Rio wanted to talk about it and sometimes not. She wasn’t always allowed to say too much.

“It was fine, no big tragedies. Just crooked people amazed at the end of the line. How’d the paper go?”

“Good, we talked about the darkhold on the walk today.” She said not meeting Rio’s eyes. Rio stopped and turned to look at Agatha.

“You wanna elaborate on that?” She said more carefully than anyone outside of your hose would believe death could speak.

“I hurt her… I hurt our baby.”

“She forgave you the second it happened. You know that. Stop crucifying yourself over this. It’s ancient history.” Rio was stern as she said it.

“Sometimes I see her dream about it. I don’t blame her. I still dream about it.”

“Aggie, what else did you guys do?” She said trying to distract the witch, knowing she wouldn’t let it go.

“We went on a walk along the creak. Our baby enchanted a deer effortlessly.” She said still impressed. Rio chuckled, she could see it without even being there. Not just from Agatha’s mind but she knew you.

“She’s not like anyone I’ve ever met.” Rio agreed preheating the oven.

“I can’t loose her Rio.” Agatha’s chest constricted.

“You won’t. We won’t let it happen.” Rio said confidently, Agatha found solace in her strength on the topic. She found a package of ground beef and opened it seasoning the meat and rolling them. Rio chopped onions and the two worked easily together. Handing each other ingredients without ever saying a word.

You listened to their movements before magically summoning a book. Interview with a vampire was in your fingertips and you read a few chapters. The smell of food from the kitchen was decident. You moved the blanket off of you slowly. Feeling the weight leave was strange. Agatha and Rio were talking about renovating opening walls for more room for you. You slipped upstairs quietly like you’d learned from Rio. Moving to the bedroom you opened the window as far as possible. Before climbing out onto the roof carefully. You climbed to the top of the roof and sat.

Opening your palms as purple magic flowed. You closed your eyes and concentrated. Clearing your mind you felt the clouds move and you swirled your hand around and around. The wind started to pick up. You focused hard and lightning hit the street cracking the pavement. You cursed not realizing you’d made it such a big bolt. Before you knew it you were falling and your ass hit the sofa. Back in the living room with two very angry wives looking at you.

“What the hell was that Bunny?” Agatha threw one hand to point at the front of the house.

“Magic?” You said trying not to sound proud.

“Yeah, we got that princess. Why’d you sneak out onto the roof to do it. That was reckless.” Rio was trying to contain her own rage not wanting to amp the situation as much as Aggie was already going to.

“And extremely dangerous.” Agatha was breathing heavy as she was in a state of outrage. Veins in her neck popping out.

“I just wanted to know if I could do it, ya know? I used to be able to make a hurricane, it had been so long. I just wanted to know.” You shrugged looking at the floor.

“Next time supervised.” Rio said delicately scratching her neck.

“Look at us.” Agatha snapped and you looked up wincing.

“Am I in trouble?” You asked Agatha who was deep breathing.

“No mi amor.” Rio cut her wife off before she was about to say ‘of course.’

“No?” Agatha seethed at Rio shocked she wasn’t on her side. They were always a unified front on your safety. The witch was shocked.

“No, promise you won’t run off or climb on the roof again without saying something?”

You nodd not wanting to ruin the night more. Your fingernails clawed at your palms. Feeling them grow sweaty and your body start to clam up.

“You didn’t ruin the night.” Agatha’s face drops.

“I did though, you both were so calm and were having fun cooking and I ruined it. I ruin everything and I-”

“Woah woah, mi amor you don’t ruin anything.” Rio sat down and pulled you into a hug. Agatha fell to her knees in front of you.

“You are our everything. You could never ruin anything. And we could not survive if something happened to you. So we will let Daddy take the ruling on letting this go. But I need you to think before you do reckless things. My heart cannot take it.” Agatha admitted rubbing her hands up and down your thighs. Rio brought the blanket out as she sensed your insecurities rising. Draping it over you and pulling you into her lap.

“What movie are we watching princess?” Rio asked to distract you.

“Mary Poppins?” You ask in a shaky quiet voice your lip still shaking. Rio flicks her chin to the tv and it turns on. Agatha goes into the kitchen to steady herself as she makes three plates.

“I upset her.” You say tears so close but you pushed them down.

“She worries. It’s her job, don’t take her job away.” Rio whispers and kisses your head.

“I just-” You try and your voice breaks.

“Shh, why do you like Mary Poppins?” She asks distracting you.

“She’s a witch, obviously.” You say as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world

“Oh?” Rio chuckles enjoying bringing you out of your panic.

“I fell in love with a witch. Why wouldn’t I like a movie with one.” You answer only to have Agatha come in with the plates. She hands the first to Rio who says ‘gracias’ and digs in. Agatha sits on your right as Rio is on your left. Aggie already cut your noodles into smaller bites, same with the meatballs. You thank her and start to eat.

“So you fell in love with a witch huh?” Agatha says lightening the mood.

“Long time ago, she’s really powerful but she doesn’t make me eat casteroil.” You answer as the three of you put your feet up on the coffee table. All of your feet touching lightly. A small game of footsie distracts you for a minute.

“Glad that went out of style.” Rio agrees twirling her fork.

“Do you guys want alone time?” You asked and Rio snorted. Shaking her head only to see Agatha glare. Rio caught on quickly that you weren’t joking.

“Baby we talked about this. Why is this something that keeps coming up for you?” Agatha said softly putting a hand on your leg.

“I just…You walked the road the two of you and I’m always around. It doesn’t seem fair. You both spend one on one time with me.”

“Aggie and I like our system mi amor. We spend plenty of time together. We balance each other, but we wouldn’t work without you.” Rio explained.

“I said almost the exact same thing to her the other day.” Agatha said concerned.

“What if taking care of me is…too much?”

Rio looked appalled at the very idea her heart constricting in her chest.

“It’s our favorite thing..Do not take away our favorite thing my angel.” Agatha’s heart broke at your anxiety. She brushed her fingers through your hair and you tried not to cry. Rio took your plate off your lap. Moving hers and Agathas onto the table. Your head instantly met Agatha’s chest. Who took her shirt off and guided you to nurse. Which you did as tears started to come. Agatha looked at Rio with hurt in her eyes. Rio nodded knowing that this was definitely a problem. She grabbed the weighted blanket pulling it ontop of you. Your shoulders fell and you stopped panicking. Rio pulled your legs into her lap and she took a thumb and pushed your calf muscle. She massaged your legs. She could feel the tension under her strong hands. Keeping both hands on you at all times.

Agatha put both her palms on the back of your head to keep you close. The two of them worldlessly communicated above you. They didn’t like this new anxiety, not one bit. You played with your ring. Your thumb moving your wedding ring back and forth. The two of them caught the sight of it.

“You are a bound witch. You are my familiar. You are my heart. You are our wife. You belong right here between the two of us for eternity.” Agatha said slowly putting emphasis on every word.

“We wouldn’t have it any other way baby girl.” Rio added as Mary Poppins took a lamp out of her carpet bag. You started to settle and Rio decided to move closer.

“Tell me if I’m too heavy princess.”

She got up and laid ontop of you. The weight of her and the blanket finally slowed your breathing. You nursed and closed your eyes.

“My little lightning bolt.” Rio whispered and kissed your head.

“Weight, huh?” Agatha said to Rio who nodded seeing it work. Aggie was thankful and she put one of her hands on Rio. Rubbing her back as she cradled your head.

You fell asleep between Agatha’s nipple in your mouth and Rio’s weight against your back. Rio turned off the tv and you heard the two of them whispering. You were then lifted up and brought back to the master bedroom. It was cold in the room. You heard the click of Agatha shutting the window you’d left open.

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Danger in New Horizons

“And the danger is that in this move toward new horizons and far directions, that I may lose what I have now, and not find anything except loneliness.” - Sylvia Plath

You have a sketchy dark past when you stumble into Wanda's hex hell. With the strange 50's attire and sitcom laugh track. You want to leave, but find yourself in the clutches of a nosey neighbor Agnes. Or Agatha rather, and she isn't sure if letting you go is in her best interest. Is it in yours?

Request by @rubyblue02 - Series MasterList

Warning: Enemies to Lovers/ House Arrest /Not Eating/ Agatha tries to kill you first/ But then it's cute?/Book Worms being cute/ Gifts/Misunderstanding / Agatha can flirt but she doesn't get how to get you out of your room yet/ WandaVision Starts but we aren't staying here/ Pre-AAA/ Stuck in the 50's first/ BloodWitch/ Chronic Pain/ Agatha is self con on her darkhold fingers and it's cute/ Darkhold issues / Grey R/ Flirting and Tea/ Books are from the 50's even/ M&M's are from the 50's even /Agatha is spying on R but like it is cute?/ MDNI 18+

Part 1 Agnes and House Arrest

“And the danger is that in this move toward new horizons and far directions, that I may lose what I have now, and not find anything except loneliness.” - Sylvia Plath

Change was never a friend of yours, but you also had a tendency to leave before you found any sort of comfort in a place, or it’s people.

At the age of 210 you thought of Sylvia Plath’s quote as you drove through New Jersey.

You didn’t mean to stay in New Jersey, you unlike Agatha, didn’t go in search of the hex, the Scarlet Witch, or any kind of prize.

You were simply running away from yourself.

And the shitty thing is, after you rented the room/apartment/studio. After you bought the first potted plant for the window. Some time between the stage you get acquainted with the best take out food, a startling yet consistently unwanted realization hits you square in the chest.

You ran away from yourself and you took yourself with you.

Not just some shitty self help quote, no it was true.

You could wear a new name, a new fake ID. A different job, a state with a welcome sign may flash before your eyes as you drive by.

But the truth was the same no matter where you went.

Your trauma, demons, the past you wished to forget with all it’s people in the shadowy shapes of monsters to you, it was too deep to run from.

It lingered under your fingernails, and it didn’t matter if you cut them, or scrubbed.

They found you.

You could run away, and reinvent yourself as many times as you wanted.

You were still there.

And that was fucking awful.

So it was the year 2021, you still, like a madwoman, were trying to run away.

You hadn’t meant to fall into the hex.

It wasn’t even a trap meant for you, a spell created for your kind of witchcraft.

But as you stopped in New Jersey at a little gas station off the freeway, in a town you didn’t care about.

A red vibrated all around you, and the people screamed.

(You knew Wanda didn’t know this, but she should).

The people screamed as their minds fell, and the 1950’s warped the town.

Cars changed to black and white classic’s with their white wall tires.

Parents screamed as they ran towards their children, but the red hex cast took them before they could think to save their little ones.

You braced for impact, unsure what it was.

When you looked down to see yourself in a 50’s dress you laughed, in your hand the gas pump that was there was now a magazine on how to ‘Attract Mr. Right’ which was hilarious.

Your skin was grey, and you looked over to the movie theater to see it was now showing ‘All About Eve’ and ‘Vertigo.’

Not a bad choice for films, but not 2021 movies that’s for sure.

As you studied the towns people it was like a strange fever dream, their smiles plastered on and they walked with determination for where they were going, yet their eyes looked vacant and troubled.

“Okay dokey.” You reached forward to your now 50’s car, only for it to not open.

Right, this was interesting.

It took four days for you to figure out.

But for the first time in a century, you weren’t going to be able to run. The border of red sizzling magic was toxic and strong. It crackled like the static of an old TV.

You felt the magic emulating from one house, and you were not going there, not until you had more information.

What you hadn’t expected, as you found a vacant house four doors down was a third witch.

‘Miss Agnes the Nosey Neighbor’ as you could tell the type cast was working for this sitcom. Wanda and Agnes walked around like they’d practiced their script together.

And you morphed your clothes into more…of a greaser look. But it just flipped back to that of a domesticated Lucile Ball. It took a minute to get your magic to work in the space, and it was wonky to say the least. Nothing came out the way it was supposed to, and you wondered if Wanda could feel you changing her enchantments.

You had avoided both witches until the fifth day.

“Hya Hon! Agnes' voice broke your stride, you were about to go to the grocery store, as you’d been unable to conjure food in this strange warped hex. And you’d been living off of corn flakes and glasses of milk from the milkman.

“Hi,” You tried to pretend, but you hadn’t been social in so long, much longer than this complex 50’s nightmare.

“You live a few doors down,”

“Yup!” You smiled fake, and Agnes head tilted a tad to the side, and you could tell she knew something was off.

“Come over for a glass of lemonade! Or I make a mean Martini! Don’t tell Ralph I drink before noon! Or he’ll join in!” Agnes tone was so very plastic, and you wondered what the fuck she was even talking about.

You were gonna have to try harder, you took a big breath and matched her voice now.

“Ya know, I have some crossstitch that I just can not tare myself away from! My cutie patootie just loves my throw pillows! Maybe another time dear!” You fake it and you actually think it sounds pretty good but Agnes turns to look over her shoulder to make sure Wanda isn’t around.

She reaches out quickly with purple coming out of her fingertips and you step back and slap her hand away.

“The hell are you tryin to do lady!” You yell, breaking your fake facade, and Agnes laughs now but looks both ways to the side of the street before grabbing you and you teleport to her home.

At least you think it’s her home, it’s dingey and your gaze is quick to see runes glowing purple.

“Fuck.” You snarl and turn quickly in circles to see where she went.

“Smart witch, but not a great actress sweetheart.” Agnes says and you try to find an exit.

“Come out here and fight me, don’t play with your food bitch.” You snarl and a witch cackles from all around the room making it impossible for you to tell where she is.

“Not very 50’s talk honey. Besides, you are pretty cute, perhaps I’ll play with you and then gobble you all up. Wanda doesn’t even know you are here.” Her voice echoes like a villain on a movie.

“Great, let’s get it over with then.” You turn just in time for Agnes to step out, only she looks very different now. Her hair more frayed, her fingers black, a purple sweater with a broach. She looks much more like a witch now.

But you stop and really take her in, she’s gorgeous.

Fucking stunning from head to toe.

“Aren’t you sweet.”

“You don’t need to read my mind, it’s rude, if you want to kill me let’s fight. But I don’t need all this foreplay.” You step back as she matches you and steps forward.

“You don’t like foreplay baby?”

“I’m not your baby, you don’t know me.”

“Do you know me, do you know who’s basement you are in?” Agatha cuts you off wondering what she’s messing with, if you know.

“Your aura is from Salem with trial days…your fingers only turn that shade after fun with a particular sort of dark magic. The broach, the purple, I’m gonna take a stab in the dark and say Agatha Harkness, seeing as you are the last witch sighted with the book of the damned.” You step back again and Agatha steps forward.

Like you two are dancing to a song you can’t hear.

“Smart little witch indeed.” Agatha’s eyes flash purple every now and then to float in and out of your mind, though she isn’t creating any illusions which throws you off a bit.

“Thanks but I don’t like fake compliments anymore than I like whatever type of bra Wanda was making us wear for the 50’s.” Your hands are clammy.

You stalked back for every step Wanda stalked forward.

“Aw the cone shape not doing it for you, why don’t you take off your shirt. I’ll tell you what Mama Agnes thinks of it on you.” Agatha plays with you now and you are about to run out of basement to step back in.

“I don’t sleep with my captor, at least not anymore.” You smile with your teeth out to show her you aren’t her prey and Agatha giggles again. She seems to be enjoying this after days of playing her sitcom role.

Finally someone she doesn’t have to play pretend with.

“Perhaps just one kiss will change your mind.” Agatha’s magic pushed against your body and you slammed into one of the pillars. She came close and grabbed your jaw and yanked it to the side to see what magic you were concealing.

You waited for her to take, or for her to tell you to blast her so she could feed off of you.

For her to do….well anything.

But Agatha’s grip loosened and her hand caressed your face and turned your chin gently.

“You’ve been cursed.” She said gentler now than you had ever thought the witch could talk.

“Took you long enough.” You glare now, but Agatha just looks conflicted.

“You are…A Blood Magic witch?” Agatha’s grip moves to your neck, though she doesn’t choke, doesn’t squeeze, she’s scanning you with her glowing purple fingers. Understanding what you are for the first time.

“You get points Harkness, not a lot of Blood Witches. You didn’t think you were the first to check the Darkhold out of the library did you.” You sneer but Agatha doesn’t bite at your condescending attitude.

“There’s a chapter in the book…there has only ever been three of your kind.” Agatha isn’t really speaking to you, but rather reliving her studies out loud.

“Did you read why?” Your eyes shift to the ground now and Agatha doesn’t speak for a moment.

“The pain…”

“Yeah, the pain.” You murmur and push your tongue to the side of your cheek. Experiencing a mixture of annoyance and embarrassment now.

Blood magic was rare and extremely powerful, yet the other two witches who wielded it before you….went insane from the endless pain and…it didn’t end well for them.

You snapped on your best mean mug, and found your fight again, to return your face to face, stand off with Agatha Harkness infamous witch killer.

“So, you still want it. You want my power? Go on, take it. You can carry the pain for the rest of your life. I got nothing left to lose. Nowhere to go, nothing else to experience. You want my power, kill me, go on, do it.” You goad the witch, knowing she won’t do it. But your play of insanity hopefully makes her throw you back into the pond, not a fish worth keeping.

Agatha’s gaze on you was something you hadn’t ever had expressed for you.

She waited a minute before stepping back and releasing the hold on your body with her magic.

You didn’t scramble away, simply leaned back on the pillar still.

Agatha seemed to be in deep thought on what to do next.

“I didn’t think so, coward.” You sneer and Agatha once again, doesn’t fight back, seeming to think of you now in a different light.

“You want Wanda’s Chaos Magic to heal your pain?” Agatha tried and you chuckled darkly.

“Of course not, I didn’t even know the Scarlet Witch was here. I was stopping for gas, and yes that sounds like a weak excuse but look into my mind. I’m not lying!” You shout and Agatha’s eyes turn purple and she roots around before the blues return to her irises.

“You can’t leave.”

“But you can, you walk in, you could walk out. Just walk me out! I won’t tell anyone, I don’t care about this! I just want to leave!” You sound like a broken record and Agatha isn’t jumping at your idea, and that freaks you out.

“Even if I believed you. The government is surrounding the place by now, you walk out and you’ll be held in some facility. Which you know our people just do so well behind bars. Because once they pick up that you aren’t a normal civilian they’ll either think you helped Wanda or they’ll try to recruit you into a spandex suit. Baby you can’t leave this place yet, I’m your only option out, but I’m not leaving until I’ve drained her.” Agatha states and crosses her arms over her chest.

Her rune stop glowing but neither of you move.

“So what, you gonna keep me in the basement against my will?”

“I was sort of hoping you’d behave and I could keep you upstairs against your will.”

“Or I could hide out in that creepy empty house.” You want out, you want out now.

“Wanda can’t know you are here. She’ll react first and we won’t have the upper hand anymore.”

“Who’s we, there is no we! I am not helping you! We aren’t in a coven for the catching of chaos magic. And what do you care of Wanda hurts me? I’m nothing to you, you were about to kill me.” You attempt to reason with her, not understanding this new plan Agatha seems to have for you.

“Things changed.” She says like it’s nothing.

“Bullshit.” Your foul language really doesn't’ fit this sitcom, but Agatha doesn’t seem to mind your colorful vocabulary.

“Believe what you want, until I’ve drained Wanda it’s in both our best interest that you stay here. I will keep you safe in the wards of this house. So long as you play by my rules.” Agatha tosses her hair over her shoulder, and you aren’t sure which part of her is acting now.

“You want me to cross stitch for real then?” Your sarcasm doesn’t even phase Agatha.Agatha puts a finger up to instruct you, and you think of how her dark fingers looked like yours once.

“You stay out of sight, in the house at all times. You don’t go out, and you don’t communicate with anyone under the spell. When this spell starts to really break down, you can’t be out there for it.” Agatha’s tone was stern and you wondered what she was planning.

“And if I say no? If I go to escape?”

“It won’t be me, you have to worry about my pretty little plasma.” Agatha said the words slow and let her lips pop as she punctuated the P’s.

“How long will this take?” You tried to think of this logically, and not like the scared animal you felt like.

“No idea, could be days could be months or years. It’s chaos magic honey, the darkhold doesn’t even know.” Agatha shrugged like the facts didn’t bother her.

“Fuck that! Fuck this! What am I supposed to do sit and do while I wait that long? Are we gonna play Monopoly, pretty sure that came out this decade!”

Your voice gets louder and louder.

“I’m working towards messing up fragments of the illusion. But it is going to take time. Time is not the part of this you have to really worry about.” Agatha’s words are fucking mysterious and it does nothing to soothe you or help you understand what the hell her plan is. In fact it only further aggravates you, and you get even more enraged using jokes and quips to try to break through to your fellow witch how asinine this whole thing was.

“What should I worry about Agatha? Pretty sure feminism isn’t in swing yet, the National Organization for Women doesn’t exist this decade! They start in 66’ so I guess I could start painting signs now? They’ll surely dry in time!” Your creative jabs of dry sarcasm doesn’t have its desired effect and Agatha bites back a smile, but you see it.

“I do require a Ralph, you could always slick your hair back and help me carry appetizers over to dinner parties with Wanda and Vision.” Agatha’s lip twitches and you feel rage now. “Pretty sure there is a stamp collecting club starting this week in the community, or hey you could always pick up neighborhood watch with Vision.”

You gape at Agatha’s jokes.

Aware now of what is going on.

She’s entertained by you.

That’s even worse than threatening, you want to go back to her trying to take your power. It was like she was finding this whole thing cute!

“STOP ENJOYING THIS!” You reach down to your hideous slip on shoes and yank it off and chuck it at Agatha’s head, but she ducks it easily and rubs her lips together to stop the next round of laughter from escaping. “WHY ARE YOU ENJOYING THIS!”

Agatha doesn’t answer you that night.

And you spend the next week avoiding her like chicken pox that this generation will get in an episode you are sure, she gives you a bedroom next to her own.

You hear her rustling around in the day and the night, but you avoid her like your life depends on it. You wait for her door to close or for her to leave the house to go to the kitchen and get bits of snacks. You hide out in the small bedroom that luckily has some books that aren’t gardening magazines .

You read books that have just come out, for the 50’s standard, knowing they will one day be taught as ‘classics’ but have yet to be called such.

You finish ‘The Invisible Man,’ ‘On the Road,’ and ‘Giovanni’s Room,’ and you’ve read all three of them before, but they are the best out of the pile of discarded books pressed into ugly grey book cases.

It’s the second week that you accidentally bump into Agatha as you thought she’d left, you are walking downstairs with the aged paperback of ‘Giovanni’s Room’ pressed between your fingers, spine cracked open with your nose stuck in it’s creases.

You walk down the steps and stop realizing you aren’t alone in the space, Agatha, well Agnes as she is dressed now, is baking and she’s got her hand on her hip as she studies you.

Like she’d been waiting for you to emerge.

“Shit, I didn’t realize you were here, sorry.” You panic and turn to walk back up the steps.

“Wait, I need to talk to you.” Her voice is even, though you wonder if you can detect some eagerness for you to not walk away that goes beyond friendly.

Your barefoot stops on the wood step and you sigh audibly upset, but turn around to your house arrest friend and walk towards her slowly.

“Have I been a bad roommate?” You try the joke but it sounds snide and anxious, which is how you feel about all that is Agatha.

Agnes’s hair is perfect and her dress is crisp and pristine and you miss the way Agatha looks as you gaze at her, Agatha must have read your mind because her right upper lip pulls just a tad at the side in enjoyment.

“Yes actually, when I said you had to stay inside. I didn’t realize you were going to hide from me the whole time.”

“I don’t see why that’s a problem, I don’t get in your way, I stay in the room.”

“You have been living off of black tea and Peanut M&M’s. You don’t leave your room until you are sure I’m not around, which yes I pretended to leave so you would come downstairs. And you read morning noon and night.” Agatha puts on an oven mitt and uses her free hand to move to the tea kettle and you notice she’s put out a place setting.

“Have you been spying on me?” You quickly realize.

“Please, don’t be so dramatic.” Agatha brushes it off but you glare at her more.

“How else would you know what I’ve been up to! We haven’t seen each other at all! And screw you lady, M&M’s taste different in the 50’s they didn’t use the same food dye. So this is the time to fucking eat them.”

Agatha blinks at you a few times and you scoff at her lack of answer and go to walk back upstairs.

“I made you tea!”

“Not thirsty you bat shit crazy ancient hag! Go back to your black and white girlfriend nextdoor!”

“I’ll stop buying M&M’s!” Agatha threatened and you stoped on the third step and turn around and lick your lips, before usign the book to point at the witch who looks a little alarmed by you now.

“I don’t want your M&M’s or your tea party! You and I aren’t friends! You tried to kill me and take my magic! What did you think was gonna happen when we decided on my house arrest? That we’d share darkhold notes, you want me to help you make quiche, have TV tray dinner’s together and plot Wanda’s demise? Harkness, leave me alone!” You yell the last part and you wonder if Agatha’s had anyone tell her no like this.

Because she’s scanning you look she’s trying to figure out your currency and she won’t get it.

“Do we need to do this? Do you have to hate me? Can-” You cut her off quickly snapping the book closed dramatically.

“I’ll not leave my dishes out, and I’ll be quiet as you play with your cursed book in the basement. In turn, stop spying on me, and stop trying. You are a covenless witch right? Well so am I. Let’s keep it up, worked for both of us before, right?” You turn back up the steps and take them two by two.

Ignoring that Agnes timer went off for something that smells sinfully good.

Later that night the front door closes and you groan and open your bedroom door. Checking now around the corner to make sure this isn’t another attempt at conversation.

When you get to the kitchen there’s a note and a plate.

‘Be happy we are in the 50’s and not the 40’s, there’s a microwave. No I didn’t poison you. Eat it, you can’t live off of M&M’s even if they do have peanuts in them.’

You look down to see a bowl of witch’s stew and your stomach growls.

You dont’ want to give Agatha the satisfaction actually, and you fucking won’t. Fuck her, and her sweet gesture, you didn’t need a friend, no matter how gorgeous she looked in her plum jumper.

You leave the food untouched and open the fridge to steal the orange juice carton and go back upstairs to read ‘Giovanni’s room’ for the third time this week.

The next day Agnes has some kind of early thing with Wanda and so she leaves mid morning and you are glad, you need tea badly.

Your bones ache, part of being a blood witch. It just happened and you weren’t exactly giving yourself a balanced diet.

But you were used to the pain, if only your hands didn’t cramp like they were, it made it hard to hold the book.

You sigh and stomp down the stairs and once again stop at the kitchen counter to see a breakfast of eggs, toast, bacon, and white bread lightly toasted and buttered.

The note reads in perfect script.

‘You are being ridiculous, just eat something, it doesn’t mean anything. You have to eat something though.

Ps: You need a new book.’

You look under the plate of food to see a small purple ribbon wrapped around a stack of paperbacks.

‘East of Eden,’ by Steinbeck, ‘MacBeth’, and ‘Last Night at the Telegraph Club.’

Agatha had picked a book with moral dilemma and the idea of good and evil. She picked shakespeares most powerful depiction of witches. And she picked a queer book that came out in 2021 but is about the 50’s.

You turned the queer book by Malinda Lo over and over, wondering how Agatha had gotten it, or had she brought it? Did she break a rule to get it to you?

And what kind of strange present was this, what did these books mean? Was Agatha trying to tell you something?

You groaned looking at the stack of books, at breakfast, and then back to the note.

You left the food and carried the books upstairs, turning on your foot last minute and snatching the purple ribbon off the counter.

You swore you didn’t know why, but you wanted the ribbon.

That was stupid, but you took it anyway.

Two days passed and Agatha continued to leave food by your door and on the countertop.

You lived off of tea and saltines you found in the back of a cupboard.

Finally one morning you woke to the banging on your door so loud and powerful it made you jump and throw open the door.

“Morning.” Agatha said, like she hadn’t expected you to open it.

“The fuck? Is the house on fire? The only reason I can imagine you slamming your darkhold fingers against my door like that is if the hex has set the entire community on fire. What the hell!” YOu snap realizing nothing is on fire and Agatha is bothering you again.

“I made you food.” Agatha throws her thumb in the direction of the stairs and your face contorts in confusion.

“Have you given I given any reason to believe I have enjoyed your food so far? Perhaps one of our long discussions made you think I liked raspberry jam for our morning tea? “

You grab the doorknob to slam the door in Agatha’s face and one hand slams against the door to stop it from closing.

Agatha grinds her teeth together in annoyance and you try not to find the act sexy.

“You HAVE to eat, and I’m done with whatever this is. You are not Boo Radley, I read about blood witches. If you take care of yourself, and you do the right rituals, the potions, the ritualistic baths, the blood spells, you won’t be in as much pain. If you would stop being so damn stubborn for two seconds, I can help!” Agatha shouts the last part and you stare at her like you think this is a dream.

“Boo Radley.” You state back at the witch.

Agatha straightens her spine but keeps her black palm against the wooden bedroom door.

“Right.”

“Harper Lee.”

“Yes, so?” Agatha’s face morphs into irritation once more.

“Just didn’t take you for a bookworm.”

“You can’t take me for anything. You haven’t spoken to me in weeks! You don’t even know me! And you haven’t even-” Agatha stops and bites her bottom lip and looks down at the floor once more. Like she’s trying to gather patience and she never has had any before.

“You did try to kill me.”

“I know, I do, and I…I can’t apologize for that. I don’t do that. But I…Listen I’m trying okay.” Agatha states and your expression must look disgusted because Agatha moans like this was a stupid idea and her face falls back like she’s looking into the stars for the divine mother to help her out now.

“How about this, you and I. Let’s do this, for ten seconds we just be honest with each other. Complete honesty, no lies for ten seconds, you tell me what the fuck you want from me. And for ten seconds I’ll answer one of your questions or whatever.” You give and Agatha’s chin snaps down to look at you like you’d just given her something truly fascinating.

“Ten seconds?” Agatha looks to the side like she’s considering this.

“Ten seconds.” You repeat like a bird.

“Why ten and not thirty?”

“Because it’s a small number that seems like not a big deal but could dramatically shift everything.”

“Meteors…” Agatha murmurs looking over your shoulder to what you’ve done with the room and you try not to lose your extremely short temper now.

“Harkness why did you just mumble meteors, do you want the ten seconds or not? I’m not really a morning person.”

Agatha’s face quickly changes and you wonder what she’s thinking but she studies your face and then makes a fast decision.

“Meteors entering the Earth’s atmosphere…they only take a few seconds, sometimes up to ten seconds. You said something small but a dramatic shift, meteors.”

You regarded this ancient witch killer now like rain man, wondering who the fuck this witch really was, and what made her tick. Why the fuck was she acting like NASA right now?

“Ok, well do you want your meteor moment or not?”

“Yes, I do.” Agatha answered a little too fast and you don’t hold it against her.

“Ok.”

“I have to go first?” She arched an eyebrow and her tone dripped with sass and defensiveness.

“Oh my god! I need tea for this. I can’t do this with you without some tea.” You push past her shoulder and the purple wielding witch follows you into the kitchen and you easily move around her space. Not used to having someone watch you make the tea. But you put the kettle on and stare at the huge breakfast she made for you.

“What is that?” You point to the plate she’d made for you.

“Blood sausage,” the witch said like that was a normal thing for the 50’s and it was fucking not.

“What’s in the bowl?” You questioned and it actually smelled good.

“I made a lentil dish with spinach and carrots, it’s an old recipe.” You don’t understand how Agatha is the barefoot contessa. But perhaps after centuries on the run, one learns to cook. Or maybe she used to have someone to cook for, and then she didn’t.

And now here you are.

You nodded slowly while processing this, and you can’t help but regard Agatha with suspicion.

“You did your homework Harkness.” You say offhandedly and you don't’ mean it as a compliment but it sure sounds like one outside of your mouth.

“You…You are a blood witch and you need a high iron diet…and you are in pain.” Agatha says the last admission like she isn’t sure how you’ll take it.

“How do you know that, maybe I’m really loving and living for house arrest.” Your snotty comment is delivered in a lower volume and it’s too raw, and it doesn’t scare this witch. As she coined sarcasm and snark. If anything Agatha looks like she enjoys your creativity with her medium.

“You…you cry in your sleep. You yell and cry, and..”

Your face pales now, and you feel your ears turn red from embarrassment.

“I didn’t realize I still did that. Sorry for the inconvenience…” You mumble and stare at the kitchen floor.

“I..I don’t mind. I don't’ sleep much…” Agatha admits and you wonder who the fuck hurt this witch.

She was infamous, and yet she looked so broken here.

“You don’t have to do that.” You say as the kettle whistles for the hot water, and Agatha looks confused. You lift the tea kettle and hold the handle.

“What?” She looks around wondering if you mean a food she put out.

“You cast a glamor when I walked down the stairs, your fingers aren’t black from the darkhold now.”

“I just figured…it puts some people off….”

You don’t let this go, and you don’t like how she assumed this about you.

“It puts some people off or it makes you feel self conscious over what you’ve done for the darkhold?” You challenge a little too harshly and Agatha grinds her jaw and looks at a corner of the room away from you.

“Will you eat?”

“I will try the lentils, I don’t eat meat.”

Agatha’s face snapped to yours now, like she was happy with a fact about you, a small morsel.

You see a cup with a tea bag already in it.

“What is that?” You point to the cup and Agatha considers you for a moment.

“It’s a mix of a few things, I read dandelions help iron boost. I put a few things in for the pain, for the body ache…”

“You didn’t learn that from the Darkhold.” You accuse, knowing what the book says.

“No, someone I cared for hurt…”

“Is that why you can’t watch me…hurt?” You don’t believe it’s about you, this kindness.

“No.” Agatha answers and you wonder what the fuck she’s thinking but you take the kettle and you pour it into the tea cup she’s prepared, willing to try it. It looked like Agatha had gone to a lot of trouble, and you weren’t sure how to handle that.

It had been a long time since anyone had done anything out of kindness for you.

“Sit with me, and we can figure this out.” Your hand goes in the air to waive to her and the house.

You both sit and you eat the lentils down so fast you are almost embarrassed. But Agatha doesn’t comment, just let’s her interest in your bowl fall through her features and then back out.

“I’ll go first. I’ll just tell you stuff I guess.” You sigh thinking it’s the least you can do for her making you this food.

“Ok.” Agatha says tentatively though her body has an eagerness that doesn’t match her tone.

“I am 210, um I have a dark past too. So I don't’ trust people, and I don’t mean to be mean. I mean I do, but it’s not entirely your fault. And I know you have been trying to be cordial ever since you imprisoned me with runes in your basement and tried to kill me….But I don’t actually hate being here like I thought I would. I mean I really like the M&M’s, they don’t come in color yet, but when they do. The red ones completely rock. Um…and I guess thank you is in order. For the food yes…but the books were….That was nice. I like books, and um.. reading. I guess this sounds stupid but uh- I’ve been on the run for so long, it’s nice to just sleep and read….like a vacation or something.” You shrug and finally look at Agatha.

“That’s it?” Her tone is dry as hell.

“I’m sorry, what did you want me to say!” You shout and Agatha actually laughs now and you can’t believe her.

“That was, that was terrible. You didn’t even tell me anything about yourself! I didn’t get to ask a question!”

“Oh I’m sorry I wasn’t clear this was a first date! Did you want to know my astrology sign and my favorite color? Or shall I wait until the second date for that!” You snap and Agatha laughs even harder now.

And you want to be upset, but it didn’t resonate in your chest, Agatha is something else.

Her laugh is so…witchy and melodious, and it makes you want to laugh along. But you won’t give her that pleasure.

Agatha doesn’t cover her mouth when she laughs, she whips her head back and cackles too. Finally she wipes her thumb under her eye to stop the tears.

“Your turn Atticus.” The venom just doesn’t produce from you like it did before. And Agatha smirks at the name.

“Atticus.”

“That’s what I said.” You bite back.

“Finch.”

“That is the one I’m referring to yes.” You tilt your hand.

“As in…” Agatha ‘s hand waives through the air for you to finish your joke.

“Atticus Finch as in the lawyer in ‘To Kill A Mockingbird’ aka Agatha Harkness favorite book. And it’s fitting really, because you are acting pretty accusatory like a lawyer right now.” You explain your joke which takes the fun out of it for you, but not for Agatha it seems.

She puts an elbow on the table and leans her head against it with more comfort in front of you than ever before.

“That’s not my favorite book.”

“Oh?” Your voice squeaks in interest and you hate yourself at this moment.

“But I’ll wait until the third date to tell you that.” Agatha flirts and you choke on your tea and she seems to like that too.

“You think too highly of yourself.” The lack of bite makes you frustrated, what are you doing? Don’t flirt with her!

Agatha just regards you like a lover does after finding something cute. You realize now that look, that look Agatha has given you a few times now and it makes your stomach flip flop.

“Alright stop that, what do you want to say then, your Meteor moment or whatever. Since mine sucked so much, go ahead then.” You challenge and Agatha enjoys this even more, never one to back away from a challenge.

She was very competitive.

“I’ll go, but I want you to go again after, and I get to ask the question.”

“Fine.” You sipped your tea and waited as Agatha got a dreamy expression on her face. As if she was recalling things she hadn’t allowed herself to ever say out loud, much less remember in the day. Only the night, where she could punish herself in the shadows.

“I am an infamous witch killer, but no one actually ever asked me why I did any of it. Not that it condones it, but I think it’s easier to hate what you can’t possibly understand. Or take the time to. I am older than you, but how I caught you gawking down my cleavage in Agnes dress the other day tells me you don’t mind that one bit. I loved someone very much and they took…everything from me. I came here because I wanted power, knowing full well it will never give me back what I have lost. Nothing could ever do that, and my fingers remind me…that I am not….That I can’t be that again. I was happy when I learned you were trapped here. Wanda is endlessly boring and in a constant state of domestic denial. You are the most interesting thing to happen to this town…or to anything… in a long time. I can’t recall the last time someone got under my skin like this, fought back, and….stimulated me intellectually. I don’t know how to feel about that. To be honest. I also don’t think I’ve been this honest for the last two centuries. This is the most honest I think I may have ever …been….” Agatha trailed off and looked at her hand where her fingers held a glamor and you waited, letting her admission, her confession breathe between you two.

Like it was giving life to something new and beautiful.

She drops the glamor and you like this better. Her charcoal stained fingers aren’t a lie, and she doesn’t need to do that here.

Agatha regards the cat themed clock as if pretending she had more time, but really you wondered if she was just so relieved to speak.

To not lie for once.

So she adds more and you are grateful for it all.

Agatha takes a breath and you wonder if it is for courage, and you wonder what Agatha looked like as a girl falling in love for the first time. Before she had all these walls and rules for what she could and couldn’t say to another soul.

“My guilty pleasure, that I never admit to, is honey in my tea. I watch the sunrise every morning. I don’t like the 50’s music that Wanda insists on the radio. I miss the smell of lilacs in Massachusetts and cedar from a tree I used to read under. I enjoy books more than TV. I’m an old fashion witch, I suppose because I detest technology in general even before we were sent to the 50’s. I…I pick up river rocks for someone who isn’t here anymore…I found after my heartbreak I can’t seem to grow herbs….I despise spirits and can’t begin to tell you how silly Tarot is….My mother taught me to draw a pentagram before she taught me how to write my name… and I can’t wait to not wear Agnes fake niceties around these morons…But I am glad I am here….I am…glad I met you.”

This feels far more honest than you were expecting and you are sure her ten seconds are up but you are hanging on her every word.

Agatha blue eyes fall to you now and you feel naked, completely bare to her, caught ogling her. As if she knew what her words had evoked deep in your heart now.

You clear your throat and put the cup of tea down.

“Well, you sure showed me how it’s done.”

To be continued...

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transboyswitchytales · 7 days ago

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The Start - You have a sketchy dark past when you stumble into Wanda's hex hell. With the strange 50's attire and sitcom laugh track. You want to leave, but find yourself in the clutches of a nosey neighbor Agnes. Or Agatha rather, and she isn't sure if letting you go is in her best interest. Is it in yours?

Agatha/Witch Reader/Rio - Slow Burn Series / Enemies to Lovers / First AgathaxR fall in love/ No Rio at First/Kinky/ Unplanned Pregnancy/ Pregnancy Kink/Unexpected Family/ Reader needs birth control from these bitches/ THEY HAVE KIDS YALL/Starts in WandaVision but Ends after AAA/ We gonna go through the whole show ya'll strap in/Magic GP Makes Real Cum/ Romancing and Wooing 101 from witches who don't understand feelings / Meteor Moment is a thing now/ Book Worms / Nic is mourned and not forgotten or replaced/ Funny and cute with fluff/ House Arrest but is it really that bad?/Reads is Blood Witch/ Chronic Pain talked about

@rubyblue02 Requested Series"So, Reader moves into Westview right before the hex and for some reason isn’t as effected as everyone else. Agatha of course, notices this and decides to investigate. Eventually Reader and Agatha start hooking up. Everything goes as normal for the end of the show, except Reader learns that they’re pregnant. They decide to keep the baby and stay close to Agatha to watch over her.

A bit before the start of AAA Reader meets Rio and they start a relationship. That leads to another pregnancy that Reader learns about while walking the Road. I’m not very particular on the in betweens. I just want everyone in the coven to get some a happy ending. Maybe the Reader can be magical or have a dark/shady backstory. I’d like it to end as a Agatha/Rio/Reader, but it’s however you feel when you get to that point."

1 Chapter And the danger is that in this move toward new horizons and far directions, that I may lose what I have now, and not find anything except loneliness.” - Sylvia Plath

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transboyswitchytales · 7 days ago

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can we get a part two please? 👻

Yes you may my spooky friend!

It's on the list!

And I saw you anon who asked about Busy Woman! I got you!

#q&a

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transboyswitchytales · 7 days ago

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OMG WE ARE SO MOMMY AND DADDY HERE 😂

Now go listen to your Mommy baby hags! Shoo! We have work to do!!

Every single time @transboyswitchytales and I talk I feel this happening in the fandom

Now be a good girl and go reread Mommy & Daddy’s stories.

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transboyswitchytales · 8 days ago

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Oh Sweetness! My coven two, the phenomenal Warped Witch, I cannot wait!! I am so excited!

💫Glory shall be thine indeed!! I can’t wait to walk the road with you!!! 🧹

A deal is a deal!

Can’t wait for your story to drop!

Small Creatures is coming for you sweet witch!

Everyone go to @warpdrive-witch and get ready for a new story!!!

the way you spoiled us and now we are all starving for your writing 😭

I will feed you. I promise.

Your witchy papa is cooking I swear!

(I see you all in my inbox I swear, lemme answer a few of you here.)

NOT, I REPEAT - NOT IN ORDER (or maybe in order fuck if I know) - Story Schedule is looking like:

Thanks to the Wonderful and Fiercely Talented @warpdrive-witch I’m working on I Am A Small Creature Swallowed Whole By A Monster and that update that will drop this week mother fuckers. Go and see the absolute fire 🔥 warped witch is cooking over there for our story trade (When it drops). If not for our Coven of Chaos Magic(tm) a deal would not have been made for our stories coming out. (If it hadn’t been for that fabulous witch I was gonna make yall wait a month for a small creature update.)

For those of you who don't read Small Creatures and/or are here for my other fics. This update is for you - Read on for your story!

The Feeding Schedule (lol) is looking like this:

Next requested Stories:

Accidental pregnancy with ag/r/rio.

A dark fic somnophilia Ag/R

Part 2 Bear Trap (part 3 -Unsupervised is Prequal') A/R/R

Dark Ag/Innocent R

Ag/R Actor AU

Dark Corporate Ag/R Au request by my friend @buttercandy16

Gov Campaign Claire gp/R

Slow Burn Ag/new witch R

Yeah that's the current line up....Right? Daddy Rio give me strength, is that right? Yeah, that feels right.

And more requests in my inbox that are for sure on the way. I haven’t forgotten any of you. I pinky swear.

To anons who are asking for updates on Existing Stories.

Yes, my loves, the following chapters will be coming :

What’s With the Lock - update is almost done! So bottom Maya on the way! Maya / Erotica Writer R

Dirty Paws and Gentle Kisses series will continue A/R/ Cursed Wolf R

A Minute From Home Series will continue... A/R/R Witch

Not Like the Movies Baby will continue... Maya / RomCom R

Series that weren't meant to be series and are because I have no self control

🔒Spooky Coincidence🔒🔪 (Part 2) Maya/Netflix R - DarkFic

Blood In the Water (Part 3) Gov Claire/R/Maya -DarkFic

🦊 Milk Block & Cut Strawberries Ag/Witch R/ Rio

Pretty Girl I'll Make You Famous (part 5) Maya/ Animator R

Other stories aren't over.. people just havent asked about it so I'm not gonna talk about them...

-Shit no one asked about but I'll update you on anyway-

-Sinners Series, Last of Us Series coming soon...

I'm traveling the next two weeks, so updates may vary depending on life shit. If you made it all the way down to this part of the post. Here is your gold star. Thanks for reading the update. If you have any questions or didn't see your story here and you are cranky, baby so am I. You are entitled to compensation, just message my witchy ass and I'll respond.

I also started writing my own book. So more on that later.

Ok...that's all folks. I gotta go write now that's a lot of stories, love ya bye!

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transboyswitchytales · 8 days ago

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forever won’t be long enough part 3?

Why hello, little vampire!

I didn't know if you guys existed. I haven't had you in my inbox yet.

For you sweet vampy I'll add Forever Won't Be Long Enough part 3 to the list. I kinda thought that one wasn't doing as well.

Thank you for asking, you can go back to your coffin now, sweet dreams, little bat.

#q&a #anon

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transboyswitchytales · 8 days ago

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the way you spoiled us and now we are all starving for your writing 😭

I will feed you. I promise.

Your witchy papa is cooking I swear!

(I see you all in my inbox I swear, lemme answer a few of you here.)

NOT, I REPEAT - NOT IN ORDER (or maybe in order fuck if I know) - Story Schedule is looking like:

For those of you who don't read Small Creatures and/or are here for my other fics. This update is for you - Read on for your story!

The Feeding Schedule (lol) is looking like this:

Next requested Stories:

Accidental pregnancy with ag/r/rio.(aka

A dark fic somnophilia Ag/R

Part 2 Bear Trap (part 3 -Unsupervised is Prequal') A/R/R

Dark Ag/Innocent R

Ag/R Actor AU

Dark Corporate Ag/R Au request by my friend @buttercandy16

Gov Campaign Claire gp/R

Slow Burn Ag/new witch R

Yeah that's the current line up....Right? Daddy Rio give me strength, is that right? Yeah, that feels right.

And more requests in my inbox that are for sure on the way. I haven’t forgotten any of you. I pinky swear.

To anons who are asking for updates on Existing Stories.

Yes, my loves, the following chapters will be coming :

What’s With the Lock - update is almost done! So bottom Maya on the way! Maya / Erotica Writer R

Dirty Paws and Gentle Kisses series will continue A/R/ Cursed Wolf R

A Minute From Home Series will continue... A/R/R Witch

Not Like the Movies Baby will continue... Maya / RomCom R

Series that weren't meant to be series and are because I have no self control

🔒Spooky Coincidence🔒🔪 (Part 2) Maya/Netflix R - DarkFic

Blood In the Water (Part 3) Gov Claire/R/Maya -DarkFic

🦊 Milk Block & Cut Strawberries Ag/Witch R/ Rio

Pretty Girl I'll Make You Famous (part 5) Maya/ Animator R

Other stories aren't over.. people just havent asked about it so I'm not gonna talk about them...

-Shit no one asked about but I'll update you on anyway-

-Sinners Series, Last of Us Series coming soon...

I also started writing my own book. So more on that later.

Ok...that's all folks. I gotta go write now that's a lot of stories, love ya bye!

#fanfiction updates #schedule for stories #story requested by anon #q&a

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transboyswitchytales · 8 days ago

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I don’t think I’ve told you enough just how much I appreciate your work. Your AAA fanfics have completely taken over my heart and mind—in the best way. I think about them constantly, day and night, and I keep coming back to reread them because they make me feel so much. Your writing means the world to me. It’s brought me so much joy, comfort, and inspiration.

You’ve given so much through your writing; and I hope the world gives you all the love and kindness you deserve in return—because honestly, you deserve it all. Forever grateful, with all my love.

I’m floored.

Thank you for your kindness. I’m so glad you were inspired, I can’t figure how, but that’s a stunning thing to read from you anon. I do not deserve it. And even so, I appreciate it more than words can say.

Thank you for reading, thank you for your comments.

More stories to come. I hope they can bring you more comfort like they do for me. 🖤

#q&a #anons welcome

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transboyswitchytales · 9 days ago

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🔒Pretty Girl I'll Make You Famous🔒

Part 3 HAPPY DADDY'S DAY MAYA MASON

WARNINGS: Impreg kink / Daddy Kink / Slow fucking / Intimacy / Horror movie talks / The Studio Gang / Semen Kink / Cum Kink / Married R and Maya / R is head of Animation for the Studio / Smut / Love and yearning / Maya has a dick/ GP/ Happy Father's Dady / Maya is King / MDNI 18+ NSFW / Maya Mason x Reader Head Animator

Catch up on the Series (Series MasterList)

You asked, My Witchy Gay Ass delivers.

Sundays are meant for slow blowjobs and Etta James on vynil.

Being married to Maya, people probably assume meant early wake-ups and lots of caffeine.

While your coffee machine was worth more than twelve thousand dollars. (Yes, they exist and they’re worth it).

Sundays were sacred in the Mason household.

There were strict Mason rules on Sundays.

Low music and making out was a must, good jaz… we’re talking Miles Davis, Louis Armstrong, Chet Baker, Ella and Ellington. It’s a time for cuddling and touching inappropriately, crosswords started but unfinished. Movie marathons and brunches that take a long time to make and where the dishes are forgotten. Slow dancing replaced all ‘To Do’ lists.

Your and Maya’s motto was, you’d never look back and be upset about the errands you didn’t run on a Sunday. But if you missed a chance to whip Maya in the face with pancake batter until she grabbed you and tickled you…That was a weekend wasted.

Which is why on Father’s Day, a warm Sunday in June. You were still cuddled in bed, the sheet pulled up to your tummy, and your wife fast asleep.

You rolled onto your back, and Maya made an irritated noise and shifted with you, closer to you. A moth to your flame.

Her gorgeous, muscular left leg tossed over your body to pin you to the bed. Your wife’s flaccid cock was safely against your hip, nestled in the warmth of your skin.

Maya’s arm was securely placed across your chest, her hand, wedding ring shining in the morning light, was resting on the pillow next to your face. Like she was trapping you there.

Shielding you from the stress of the week, keeping you in a cozy golden light and her strong hold.

Not letting you go to a spin class, hot yoga, mimosas with friends, or even your favorite L.A farmers market.

No, you were under Maya’s warm protective hold.

You couldn’t move, and that’s how subconscious and conscious Maya liked you.

You feel your body waking even though Maya was not.

You shifted your face to the side and blinked a little, unable to see much at first without your contacts or glasses. Your eyes would adjust a little.

You move your face closer to Maya’s head and you kiss her forehead once, twice, and then three times for good measure. Like paying respect to a shrine. You gave your first offering to the love of your life, small kisses with promises of a good Sunday to come.

Maya makes little noises now to let you know she feels you.

“If you let me up, I’ll bring you back coffee, baby.” You tell he,r and Maya cracks one eye open slowly, and she looks like a cartoon.

You wait as she blinks awake a little bit more, but her weight on top of you doesn’t move. She is solid, and she isn’t getting up.

“You have to move your octopus tendrils off of me.”

Maya groans now, you had made a mistake, if you’d wanted to be free, you should have stuck with the coffee angle. Now Maya was moving to be more on top of you than before.

You wiggle just a little but Maya is not having it.

“Maya! I gotta pee!” You try, and she makes a noise that sounds like ‘tough shit.’ But it’s so mumbled it could be something else equally uninterested.

Maya shifts so that her breasts are now flush on top of yours and her cock brushes your pubic hair and you don’t mind that feeling at all. Maya sticks her face into your neck and she puts her lips against your skin.

Like she’s charging your body from her touch.

“My love, if you let me up, I’ll make breakfast.” Your voice is raw this morning. As you and Maya had had so much sex last night, you’d screamed until your voice gave out.

It had started with you two watching the second Alien movie, Aliens. Not Alien two, you had both talked about this in great detail. Maya told you that this was a Cameron production and that Ridley had just been wrapping up his news to the series.

Maya knew you liked Alien. And that Aliens was your favorite. And she needed to watch the series again so she could figure out her Marketing for the PR team. But you’d reminded her the first had the best tag line. ‘In space, no one can hear you scream.’

Maya had giggled saying that it was dumb, you had argued it was brilliant. And than Maya got this look in her eye and you knew it would end with you begging to cum.

But Maya shifted on the sofa and you pretended to fight her off, and she pinned your arms above your head.

“Hey baby girl, in our mansion….with my cock inside of you….no one can hear you scream..” She teased but it turned you on more than you’d like to admit and the movie was long forgotten.

So this morning your voice was sounding a little froggy.

Maya’s mouth moves and she kisses your skin now.

Your hand tavels down to her bare ass and you run your nails up and down lightly over her perfect ass. She seems to like this as the sensation of blood moving down to her dick makes both of you cling a little tighter to one another.

“Fuck Daddy, I said I’d make breakfast not be breakfast.” You tease but both of your mouths open in ecstacy as you grind your pelvis’s together now and Maya’s cock comes to life.

“It’s Daddy’s day, I think I get to decide, don’t you?” Maya’s voice is so deep you moan and open your legs wider, arching your back at the very sound of her.

“You didn’t get enough of my cock last night? You need more Mama? Don’t you worry, I’ve got plenty of my seed for you. I’ll stretch you open again.” Maya says and she cups your pussy to make sure you are wet. And you can’t be sure if it’s from last night, or if Maya just has your body in a constant state of arousal, but your arousal clings to her fingers and the light catches as she pulls her fingers away. And a string of wetness follows her fingers.

Maya plays with it in the light just enough for you to see. She wants you to see, to know what only Daddy can do to you.

You squirm in her arms and kiss her hard and chase the feeling of her touch.

You make love on a Sunday morning with the same intensity that you did on your wedding night.

You use your bodies not to chase an orgasm, no. You touch Maya with the full intent to leave not a shadow of a doubt that you love Maya, your wife, your best friend, and your partner in crime. More than anything. That you wouldn’t survive a day without her touch.

You kiss Maya’s strong bicep as she fucks you slow, tilting her hips up to rub against your walls as her cock pushes against your pussy like it belongs there. Like she was carved out of the same marble that you were.

You understood from your college professor that Da Vinci, when the great artist reflected on sculptures;

“I saw the angel in the marble and carved until I set him free"

You studied art your whole life, drawing, sculpting, and animating for films.

But the way Maya touched your hips with care as she entered your body.

The way her palms held your lower back with support as she tethered her soul to yours.

Maya was the artist in these moments to you.

She chipped away at every self-hate moment you’d ever had. How could you be wrong, if Maya loved you this right?

Her hands built you, molding your orgasms, yes, but making only love surface.

Your moans and whispered words only help the artist above you bring the red hue of your cheeks to the surface.

Maya was everything, and you told her so every chance you could.

“No, baby, you are. Fuck your touch is the only time I feel sane.” Maya told you as she kissed under your jaw like she was feeding off of you.

“Maya fuck, Daddy don’t stop.” You whimper as your legs wrap around her and she shifts her cock even deeper inside of you.

“Never my sweet girl. Daddy’s pretty girl. Fuck, I can’t breathe when I’m not inside of you. Baby I just want to be inside of you, stay inside of you, touching you, kissing you, all the time.” Maya confessed, and you shiver at the idea of it.

Her kisses seep deeper than your skin. You feel her lips, her loving hands all over, like she’s touching your bones. Bringing warmth to places you didn’t know needed it.

“Cum inside of me, I need to feel you inside all day. Fuck Daddy, I want you every second. Don’t stop touching me.” You chant breathy, as Maya’s hips pick up pace and her hands trail to your thighs and ass as she’s in a frenzy, she can’t help it, her body is betraying her.

Maya doesn’t want to cum yet, she wants to stay inside of you for hours.

But you squeeze and touch her in ways that she craves. Ways no one else could ever. Your pussy clamping around her cock like you needed only Maya.

And Maya’s desires are clouding her want to stay with you in this moment.

She grinds her teeth in frustration, and you feel her immediately.

Tipping your head back, your hands tenderly hold onto her face.

“Maya no, we have all day. Don’t punish yourself, baby cum inside me. I want it. Fill me up, I’m so empty without you. Don’t hold back, don’t ever hide from your wife.” You instruct and beg her and Maya’s mouth opens like she’s in a trance and she orgasms at your words and you help ride her frantic movements as she fills you, pumping warm cum deeper and deeper inside of your womb.

You kiss around her lips, and then she comes back from her haze to kiss your lips with all of her adoration for you.

She pulls back and scrunches her face in displeasure.

“You didn’t cum.”

“Shhh, I will. I know what my last name is. I know who I married, who I belong to. I’m very clear that I will orgasm today.” You smirk, and Maya’s face softens as she leans her forehead against yours, and you stay connected.

Maya’s cock twitches and starts to soften inside of you.

But neither of you are in a rush to part.

The sunlight streams in and hits your bodies and it feels like you are glowing in the morning together.

This moment is too beautiful, and you both just want to stay here for as long as humanly possible.

Knowing one day you will think of this morning, of these Sundays together, and it will be like finding pressed flowers inbetween an old book. Gorgeous sentiment fleeting in between lifes pages. Yet still cherished for harder colder days.

You cling to each other in between the sheets, in between morning and afternoon. In between work week and life stress, you cling to each others bodies.

And Maya is home to you, body and soul. As her arms securely wrap around you, her fingers leaving indents on your soft flesh. And you inhale her, and your hands fit perfectly around her strong shoulders.

You are about to tell Maya Happy Father’s day, and give her her present when her phone starts to ring.

You both jerk and look at the offending electronic.

“Maya?” You say confused why her ringer is up.

She sighs and detaches and grabs the phone off the table.

“Sal, if you are calling to interrupt my Sunday with my wife. I’ll tell everyone in the Studio that you have a collection of anime body pillows.” Maya threatens and you giggle and then move off the bed and you hear Maya make an upset noise and you turn around just as a bit of cum leaks out of you.

You look at her now.

“Hold on you fucking chode,” Maya says to the phone and moves the speaker away from her mouth to speak to you, not caring if Sal hears her. “Where are you going? The fuck are you doing getting out of bed without your Daddy?” Maya’s voice is more stern than teasing and you hear Sal yelling at her but she ignores it.

“I’m taking a shower.” You smirk as Maya’s face turns dangerous.

“Absolutely not.” Maya’s Daddy voice is sexy as fuck. She puts the phone mic back to her mouth. “Sal, my wife is about to walk away from me naked, you are ruining my morning. I know you don’t get laid, but I fucking do. So get to the god damn point so I can get back to my wife.” Maya grunts into the phone, and you see her need for caffeine is coming. One of her hands starts to rub her left temple. She only does that when work stress mixes with not enough coffee.

However, you turn back to go into the giant master bath, and Maya grunts at you again, and you turn and try not to snicker in her direction.

“Sal shut up you idiot,” Maya looks more offended at you ignoring her. “Don’t go! Sal is being a prick. Come back to bed. We aren’t done, not by a long shot! Remember….Aliens?” Maya says and you know she means that she wants to make you orgasm now. ‘No one can hear you scream’ kinda intense sex is what she’s saying.

Maya also loved to push her cum deeper inside of you after her semen fills you.

But neither of those things was happening.

“I’m goin' to go pee. And Mrs. Mason, if you get off the phone in time. I’ll let you wash my back. But I smell like hours of sex. Tell Sal he ruined our morning, because you were about to get a shower blowjob, but he’s a tool.” You say, and Maya’s face morphs to rage.

“SAL DID YOU FUCKING HEAR THAT? WAIT BABY DON’T GO! I LIKE THE WAY YOU SMELL!” She yells, and you grimace at the volume but go into the bathroom and close the door behind her.

You flip the music in the bathroom on, and you turn the giant gorgeous rain shower on and relax as the hot water hits your tired, well fucked body.

Maya throws open the door seven minutes later, and you are working the french conditioner Maya buys for you, from that one vacation where you liked it, into your hair.

You hear the shower open, but your eyes are still closed, so you don’t have soap in your eyes.

Maya grabs your hips and moves you so that the water gets onto her back as you soap up.

“Tell me, Mason.” You request knowing from your wife's footsteps she’s unhappy still.

“We are going into the studio for a little bit today.”

You spit the water out and you squint at her.

“Fuck no we are not Maya! It’s Sunday!” You tell her, and she replaces your hands with hers so she can massage the conditioner in. But you know she isn’t trying to keep you calm, in fact she’s doing it so she doesn’t lose her cool.

Maya wasn’t just talking dirty, when she said your touch was the only time she felt sane.

“Evidently, the new Alien movie is having issues, and Ridley Scott doesn’t like the climax. So he wants us to go in and watch it and help his creative process.” Maya’s voice was all business.

“It’s Fathers Day, it’s Daddy’s day! Babe it’s a fucking holiday! No!” You whine, and Maya plants a kiss on your wet shoulder in apology. Her hands guide your head under the spray, and she assists in washing the soap out of your long hair.

When you move your face under the stream, and you get all the soap off you open your eyes fully and huff at Maya who looks disappointed too.

“How long will you be gone?” You say accepting it, Maya and you both understand what it takes to make it in this business. You always worked weird hours, and you tried your best to not let it cut into Sunday rituals. But shit happened, and you understood that as much as Maya did for you.

“Oh fuck that, if I’m going I’m taking my pretty Da Vinci. Everyone knows I will be unhelpful and feral if I don’t have you on my lap.” Maya scoffs at the absurdity of going places without you, like it was a given. Like, somehow Maya wasn’t Maya without you there, which was silly. Because you both worked on the same lot, but in two different buildings.

Maya did her whole day without you in her lap.

“Maya, how about this? You go for however long you need, and I’ll make you dinner and you can have me for dessert.” You say trying to sound like that was a good idea.

Maya put the delicious-smelling body wash in her hand and started to wash her body, her eyebrows scrunching again in upset.

“Baby, it’s Sunday. I’m not going without you. Come on, you can bring your tablet and draw the whole time. But I don’t want to be without you. I miss you.” Maya admits the last part and you know she wouldn’t say that to anyone else.

You hesitate, because you had a plan for today, a whole thought-out process.

“I um..” You panic now, and you never could lie to Maya, it was impossible. Which is crazy because you grew up in a house of liars, you knew how to. But there wasn’t a place for that in your marriage.

You both manipulated others together, but not each other.

Sure, Maya may tease, she’d try to bribe Wanda, she’d send you dirty gifts to get you worked up.

But Maya didn’t do anything malicious, not ever, never ever towards you. Maya treated you like a fucking queen. And you in turn gave Maya the utmost respect and honesty of your deepest fears and secrets. Knowing Maya would protect you from every evil, even the ones that lived inside of you.

Maya was rinsing, but she was watching you as you panicked and she had had enough of your internal upset.

“Sweetness, what’s going on? Why won’t you go to the Studio with me?” Maya voice had a hint of hurt in her voice that no one else would be able to detect but you.

“Um, I had a thing planned for Father’s day for you….and if I go I can’t do your surprise thing.”

“You know I don’t like surprises, you always tell me what’s going on. We can’t even keep Christmas presents secret. You told me about my surprise fortieth birthday party. We don’t do secrets love, what do you have planned?” Maya’s detective mind was staring now and you had to think fast.

“Can you just maybe let this one go, and let me do it?” You ask for permission and Maya is clean, she doesn’t do her hair on Sundays. Her blue eyes are moving over your face like she is reading braille.

“Hmm, I don’t know if I like this. But…I trust you. You’ll tell me if something….if anything….at any point…I’m…I don’t like not knowing what’s going on with you. Can you come with me, and if you need to leave for a bit…then we can talk..But…” Maya was struggling now, and you saw the way her jaw muscle twitched and the way her fingers gripped at nothing.

You remembered the first time you learned her hands did that when she was nervous.

She’d done it on yoru wedding day, you saw her at the altar, her fingers gripping at nothing.

You asked her what that was about on your honeymoon, and she looked self-conscious but Maya didn’t deprive you of anything, not her power, or wealth, and riches, and never intimacy.

Even though expressing herself was the hardest thing for her to do.

Yelling and being on was easy, but being gentle for you, opening up. It was something Maya had had to learn, because she wouldn’t tell you no. Or shut you out for a moment, she promised you that on your second date. Maya said she knew before that you were her forever.

So her fingers twitched now, and you remembered her words.

“I want to grab your waist. My hands just…they instinctively grab. I’m tactile…I guess? When I was a kid I had a security blanket, and my brother ripped it up. I was five and that was the first time I punched someone. I hit first, think second. It’s why I’m good at Marketing, at business. I trust my gut. I understand peoples lack of control. But with you, I just want to grab you and have you curl against my chest. Where I can have you, hold you, keep you safe. Keep you mine, so I guess my hands react first still.”

Maya in the shower was stuttering and thinking as the water ran cold on her body, and you saw her working double time to figure out how to give you what you want. But also ask for what she needs.

It was beautiful and it was chaos and it was so very Maya.

You grab her hands and put them around your waist, and she sighs instantly feeling calmer from your touch.

“Tell you what, I’ll come with you. But you have to buy me an iced coffee from that little shop I like. You get the cheese danish, and I’ll get the muffin, and I’ll eat half of yours anyway. And we’ll go in, looking sexy and made up. And at lunch time, I’ll tell you I’m going to get food, and you won’t look at my location. You’ll let me surprise you, just this once. But I’ll tell you the second we get home, how does that sound, Mrs. Mason?” You tell her, keeping your face close to hers.

Maya nods and kisses you like she’s saying a million thank yous, and her tongue is gifting you a gratitude bouquet.

You moan at the sensation, and Maya pulls back with a dirty look in her eyes.

“No! We have to go! And if we have sex again I won’t get my coffee!” You pretend to bat her away but it’s weak.

“I thought my pretty girl learned her lesson on saying no to Daddy’s touch?” Maya’s voice dropped and your hands gripped her arms harder and she knew what it did to you.

“You already came inside of me!” You try to defend, but her lips part a little, and Maya knows you want more.

“But you showered, you can’t walk around without me inside of you. My little animator,” Maya leans forward and bites your neck hard enough that everyone will see it today. “Besides, I owe you an orgasm, sweetheart.” Maya’s fingers trail down your pussy and you are still swollen from this morning and last night.

“Maya fuck, you are gonna be late and-”

“Baby, they’ll wait for me. I’m hot shit. Besides, they ruined our morning.” Maya kissed the bite mark, and then she opened her mouth wider and bit right next to it breaking the skin, and your resolve broke into a million pieces.

Maya made love to you in the shower four times.

You were an hour late to the studio.

When you walked in with your sunglasses on top of your head and your iPad and Apple Pencil under your arm. You were sure you had enough hickies on your neck to explain why you were late. Maya had one arm possessively slung over your shoulder with her iced coffee balanced in her hand. And she came in with a box of pastries for the team.

“I called you forever ago! You guys couldn’t stop fucking for this emergency?” Sal complained and Maya rolled her eyes and shoved the pastry box in his arms.

“The fuck is this?”

“Los Angeles style overpriced sugary treats.” Maya glares at his tone.

“It’s my version of an apology.” You said to Sal, but Quinn told you thank you as she opened the lid as Sal held the box lamely.

“Not it isn’t, she’s not apologizing and neither am I, in fact; fuck you Sal,” Maya says and pulls her sunglasses off her face now to glare even more intensely at the man. Who just sneers back and makes gross faces in retaliation.

Quinn is moaning loudly at how good the cronut tastes.

Matt was on the phone, and he hung up when he saw you two enter.

He speaks to Maya and then turns to you.

“Thank fuck, I think he’s ruined this movie- Hey Rembrandt I didn’t know you were coming. Though it is a weekend that we ruined…Oh god. Well thank you- actually I need your advice. You fucking know stories! You can help!” Matt hyped himself up, and you didn’t need to look at Maya, she was already on it.

“Fuck no she isn’t here to help. Are you paying my wife to help with this mess?” Maya’s hand makes a claw form and then points at the giant screen that has yet to play said mess.

Matt’s mouth opened and closed, and Maya didn’t let him say something stupid and offensive. Because she knows he’s about to.

“No, so unless you are paying her and putting her name on this film. She’s here to do her own thing and drink iced coffee. Now tell me what’s fucked up so I can clean it up.” Maya’s hands wrap just under your hips, clearly well placed near your ass as she directs you to the plush red seats.

You try not to laugh at her antics as she picks your seat and drops down dramaticly next to you.

“Turn off the lights, let’s fucking roll this thing! I have plans that don’t involve you losers!” Maya shouts to the projector guys in the back.

The team finds their seats, and just as Quinn is explaining what a cronut is to Sal, when Patty struts in. She’s got last night's evening dress and make up on. Some would call it the walk of shame, but Patty didn’t believe in sexual repression or shame outside of counting carbs.

“The fuck did you call me for?” She snaps at Matt, who looks a little green around the gills now.

“We called you in to get your opinion.” He tries.

“It’s Sunday, and it’s Father's day. What the fuck are you doing calling everyone in Mathew?” Patty’s tone is mocking and angry, and he opens is mouth to reply but Patty see’s you and stops.

“Oh my god, Giotto! What’s she doing here? She should be at home with her legs in the air after getting filled with a bunch of little Maya’s! They should be swimming to the Picasso’s egg right now! You ruined Father’s Day for them, too!” Patty is yelling now, and Sal looks grossed out at the term ‘little Maya’s’ and ‘egg’, which was ridiculous. And you look at him disappointed that he is such a teenage boy about the creation of life.

Quinn mumbles to Sal ‘who is Giotto?’ But he ignores her, probably because he doesn’t know who the painter is either.

Maya didn’t even respond she just turned her gaze back to Matt to glare in agreement.

“Listen everyone, I know no one wants to be here today. But I’ll buy lunch, it’ll be a quick thing. And then we’ll be done and we can go about our day!” Matt tried, and Quinn raised her hand like she wasn’t in a workplace environment. Which to be honest, it never felt like a normal workplace anyway.

The whole thing was an HR nightmare.

“Yes Quinn.” Matt calls on her.

“What’s for lunch?”

“Sushi.” Sal answers having already decided for Matt.

“That’s not good for the baby!” Quinn said, pointing behind her theater seat towards you.

“I’m not pregnant!” You yell and everyone ignores you, but Maya, who throws her arm over your seat to have you cuddle a little closer to her. And it pacifies you enough.

“Don’t point to my girl, and don’t talk about our unborn baby. Someone start the film before I get territorial and make Matt cry again.” Maya warns and Patty sighs, annoyed, but walks over to Sal, who’s still holding the pastries and she grabs one.

“What no coffee?” She complains, but the lights go out and she sits.

“How long is this movie?” You whisper to Maya, but Matt answers as he is already super anxious and aware of the room.

“Directors cut, so it’s…four hours.”

“Turn the lights on!” Maya yells, and you slump down into your seat further and then turn your iPad on.

Maya stands and stalks over to Matt, who is bracing to be slapped.

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Two and a half hours into the movie, Patty is asleep and snoring. She really needed a sleep apnea machine.

You’d been unable to focus on the film, as it was choppy, but you tried to follow it.

You’d loved the Alien franchise, but you had hoped you would be watching them with Maya in your theater room today. Preferably while cock warming until she or you broke and you had to pause to fuck like animals.

You had been exicted by a new Alien, this was very sad.

This film was strange to say the least, and he was clearly struggling with it.

At one point Maya whispered in your ear.

“You liked these because?” She let the question hang and you moved to cup your hand around her ear to talk to her.

“I could write you a thesis on why these movies are important. But the second one is Sigourney Weaver at her finest. And it a mother show down, it’s deeper than just an alien invasion. And it has a really impactful narrative.”

Just as you finish speaking a face hugger latches onto someone and the tail twists around the persons neck. And Maya’s hand falls on your leg and she turns to look at you in the dim theater like ‘you are going to need to write me that paper, I’m not buying it from this shit.’

You slap her arm and go back to your ipad.

You tried to focus on animation type work, but your mind wandered, and you drew as the film played. The screaming and running was not relaxing, but being pressed against Maya made everything fun. And you could draw anywhere, so it didn’t bother you that the film sucked.

You kept the brightness low on the tablet but it still lit up the back of the theater, showing every emotion on your face. No one else noticed as they watched. All of them sitting closer to the screen, as you and Maya sat in the back like lovers ready to fuck in a public theater.

Sal paused it every forty minutes to do a line of coke in the bathroom and take an extremely long pee. Quinn made a joke about his prostate and he looked nervous and started to google things.

Matt was trying to make notes on the movie but found he was confused on the plot.

And Quinn was explaining the movie to him, and they were both struggling to get it together.

Somehow she was trying to make it about socialism and colonialism and it just wasn’t working in her favor.

Sal ended up eating the entire box of pastries before the second half of the film. Asking why Weaver was the head of feminism in horror films. Quinn went on a tirade about feminism but didn’t actually answer his question.

Maya was pretending to pay attention, she’d grabbed your right leg and put it on top of her own. Keeping one arm wrapped around the back of your seat so you were in your wifes cocoon. She smelled so fucking good, and you were glad they didn’t have arm rests to seperate you. You knew Maya was about ten minutes away from putting you in her lap.

Maya needed you like a touchstone, so she didn’t lose her mind and kill everyone in the room.

You had never had a partner like PDA as much as Maya. But it wasn’t about other people, she needed you all the time, and wouldn’t be bothered if someone was watching.

While she looked bored at the screen, every now and then you noticed Maya’s attention would drift to you more and more obviously, your hand moving across the tablet, your face reacting to the film, but you saw her studying you as you drew like it was far more entertaining than the xenomorph. Or the actress who refused to wear pants.

After twenty minutes of Sal balling up paper wods and throwing them on Patty’s sleeping face.

Quinn finally had enough, she kicked Patty’s knee, and the older producer jerked awake and she coughed and gasped for air before saying;

“What did I miss, are they dead? Did a face hugger get them? Is anyone wearing a bra in this movie?”

You chuckled, and Maya gave a small grin, but it wasn’t at Patty’s reaction, but rather at yours.

You turned to her in the dark theater.

“You aren’t watching the movie.” You chastise in a whisper as Patty brushed paper off her face.

“What’s there to watch, pumpkin? It needs a rewrite. Ridley always does this; he’s famous for it, we are going to need to scrap the whole thing, maybe keep the special effects. Though I knew you’d already see the problem with them. So you’ll tell Matt what is missing. And Ridley will pull another great film out of this, but first he needs us to tell him it’s shit. That’s not different, Matt didn’t need us here to say it. He’s just a drama queen who ruined our weekend. But I’ll be able to sell the trailer if we cut it all right. The movie will have plenty of time to get fixed, and I’ll even do another custom shoe deal with Reebok, we’ll make the hideous shoes again. But I’ll only release fifty pairs and they’ll go nuts. They’ll forget about the lack of plot in the trailer.” Maya shrugs and you can’t help but look amazed at your partner.

Maya seems to read your min, and she looks proud.

“You are so sexy when your mind does that.”

“Only then, huh?” Maya responds quickly, living for your flirting.

You pretend to be upset and her grin only widens.

“Maya Mason, don’t fish for compliments. You know I think the world of you. I don’t think there’s a thing you can’t do. Your mind is fucking brilliant.” You tell her, and Maya licks her lips but looks thoroughly pleased by you.

“What’s far more interesting than this waste of a Sunday. Is what you are drawing.” Maya muses, and you look down.

Oh, right.

You’d been drawing Maya, you could do it in your sleep now.

“It’s nothing, I’m just doodling because the movie is boring.” You try to close it but she stops her hand, not leting you hide.

“You draw me..and it’s like you see me…not just the fancy clothes and the designer make up. You…you draw me…”

You looked down to study what your subconscious just drew automatically.

It was true. You illustrate the small crease around Mayas smile. You got the way her eyes squinted as she laughed. You knew the color of her irises better than anyone.

You knew her smile lines and the slight aging, the slight crows feet around her eyes.

You drew Maya without makeup and pretense. You crafted her with the pencil from memory, no reference ever needed, you drew her the same way you kissed her goodbye every morning for work and hello again on date nights.

With the deepest love and admiration, your illustrations displayed how deep you were for your wife.

Maya Mason.

“It’s just a sketch Maya, it’s not a big deal.” You feel shy now. As she holds your hand from closing your ipad.

Mayas face turned unsatisfied with your response.

“Don’t do that buttercup, not for a second. You are so fucking talented. You have more talent in your quick sketches than every director who’s ever graced these halls. You are a big deal super star. My pretty girl, you make it look effortless for them. But I see you, I saw you late nights over paintings you hated. Putting in all that work, all those hours, all that effort. You are a fucking threat. They should fear you.” Maya compliments and you look around the theater but Maya just stares at you.

“You are horny.”

“For you always, but we both know that’s not it. Take a compliment pretty girl. Or else…No one will hear you scream.”Maya kisses your cheek and feels how hot your cheeks turn in blushing for her.

“Watch the movie.” You try to say sternly but it doesn’t work and Maya pulls back only a little before whispering in your ear.

“I saw what you were drawing before me too.” Maya mic drops that comment letting her thumb rub on your hand she was still holding back.

You gulp.

“No you didn’t.” You lie lamely knowing you both don’t believe it. But you get shyer.

You’d been accidently drawing babies. It happened lately subconsciously. You’d started by drawing infant Rose for the film. And you found it was relaxing to draw a baby…because you wanted a baby… Because you didn’t want to wait….Because you wanted to have a kid with Maya yesterday. And your baby fever was spilling out now.

Maya kissed your cheek again to communicate how she felt about it.

“You know…it is Father’s Day..” Maya starts slowly, her voice gentler, more vulnerable.

But Sal broke your moment by yelling.

“Time to drain the main vein!” He yelled and Quinn grimaced at him. “Someone go to the front, the foods here too.” He said checking his phone and walking out of the theater.

The lights flick on and you see Maya look frustrated and conflicted. Like she desperately wanted her Sunday with you back. Like she wanted to have this conversation more than anything, and she’d stop the world from spinning for you two to talk about this.

“I uh, I need to go do an errand.” You tell Maya who looks stunned at you leaving now. You always understand Maya without her needing to make the effort.

“Now?” She says as if you don’t understand what she’s trying to talk about. Knowing your shower talk about you leaving, but not thinking it was happening now.

“Yes, I’ll be back soon ok?” You say and Maya is shaking her head ‘no not ok.’ But you kiss her and she grabs the back of your head to deepen it.

You break away from her embrace and she looks upset to say the least.

“I want someone to kiss me like that.” Quinn says and Matt makes a sad agreeing noise and you leave your phone and iPad in the theater accidently. But you run out of the studio.

You hear Patti though;

“What are you doing? Go after her!” But you are already out of there and you had nicked Mayas keys while she kissed you.

She hadn’t noticed and you unlocked the car and took off.

The whole thing took an hour.

You drove back quickly and found Maya in the parkinglot sitting on the back of a golf cart waiting for you.

You parked and she stood up quickly and walked over just as you closed the door to her Beamer.

“Maya?”

Maya crashed against you, hugging you and squeezed you so tight you knew now you’d made a mistake in not telling her. This was supposed to be romantic, but you’d fucked it up. There was a reason you two didn’t do surprises.

Maya’s body was stiff and anxious, ready to fight whatever evil was plaguing you.

“You left your phone, and you took off so fast. Baby I was scare..what happened? Is it the stress of the job? Is it me?” Maya pulls back to grab your face and you see her heart break and you want to stop her but she barrels through.

“Maya-“ You try.

She cupped your face and her body shook.

“Fuck is it because I keep bringing up a baby? I swear we can wait as long as you want. We can adopt we can.. we don’t even need to have kids. I just want you. It’s just you. Fuck did I fuck it up? You looked at me in there like ..we weren’t..and then you went MIA. I- what did I do? I’ll fix it whatever it is. Don’t walk -fuck baby- don’t walk away from me again.” Maya was freaking out and you grabbed her arms.

“Please stop, you are perfect. I’m not mad at you, I swear it’s all ok.” The words came out fast like you wanted to soothe her but your anxiety only fed the tension in your wife.

“You ran out of the theater like your ass was on fire. Don’t lie to me baby. Talk to me, we always talk. Let me in, let me fix it. You know I’ll fix anything. Talk to me.” Maya begged now.

“Maya please, you trust me, you gotta trust me.” You reminded her of this morning in the shower. You didn’t want your wife to believe something bad was happening. But you also didn’t want to ruin it. But Maya’s upset was making it hard for you to figure out how to navigate this.

“I trust you, that’s bullshit you aren’t trusting me to fix it! Come on, we are a fucking team. You don’t keep stuff from me. You know me, no one else know me like you- Baby please.” Maya’s words were breaking your heart.

You look around the lot and Sal and Matt have come out to check on Maya again.You notice Quinn and Patty trying to hear what’s going on.

“Did you finish the film, should we go inside and finish it?” You look over her shoulder and Maya growls.

“Fuck Continental Studios, fuck everything. I don’t give a damn about any of it. My whole world is in between my hands. I have what I want, I’m looking at her. What do you want?” Maya shakes you a little in her grip.

The studio gang was listening. And you realized how much Maya meant it. She was telling you it was a job. A job she loved, but she chose you in every world in every way over everything else.

You really wished you both had stayed home in this Sunday. You bite your lip realizing the days surprise isn’t so fun anymore.

“What do you want?” Maya whispers but it’s in pain.

Mayas face is full of fear. She’s taking your quiet to mean it’s not her. You don’t pick her. That you don’t want her back.

And her face goes sheet white and you’ve never seen her so scared.

You grab her face back to stop it, stop all of her panic.

“Fuck this isn’t how my surprise was supposed to go. But fuck it we suck at keeping shit from each other. Maya you absolute brilliant wonderful wife. Stop it. I choose you, of course I do. I love you. And our family we have yet to make. Stop freaking out.” You tell her and while color comes back a little to her cheeks she’s not done yet.

“Where were you? Why couldn’t you tell me?” Mayas voice is raw and it’s so small in her chest. She lacks her normal confidence and it kills you to see her like this.

You look over her shoulder again.

“I’m guessing you won’t wait until we are home.”

Maya doesn’t even answer but her eyebrows furrow further.

So you lean in to whisper in her ear.

“Happy Father’s Day.”

And you pull back and she looks confused.

“What?” Her word cracks and you smile. She’s not usually thick when it comes to you. But you realize she’s been so upset she didn’t notice the obvious context clues.

“It’s out. No more IUD. I’m off birthcontrol. I called the OBGYN you bribed to take me on a Sunday. It’s done, we can start trying.” You tell her and the studio behind you breaks out into yelling and cheering.

Sal jumps on top of Matt, wrapping his legs around him and Quinn is screaming and crying like she’s at a Taylor Swift concert.

You don’t care, you are looking at Maya’s face. The face future face of your unborn children. You’ve never seen her have so many micro reactions of pure joy erupt on her all at once.

“I’m gonna be a Daddy?” Maya’s tone shows the weight of a reality too good to be true. A dream she had always dreamt but never thought she could hold.

“You are going to have to put in the work first. Long hours, lots of negotiations, but you have such a good work ethic. I’m sure you’ll figure it out. So what do you say?” You flirt but tears fall down Mayas face and you brush them away knowing they are sacred. Maya doesn’t cry often, and you know now when she see’s her baby born, she’ll cry like this again.

“You're sure? You aren’t just-“ Maya double checks always conscious of you and your feelings. You giggle at her practically jumping out of her skin with love and excitement. Yet still checking to make sure you are positive.

“I’m very sure.” You tell her and you mean it.

“WE ARE HAVING A BABY!” Patty yells and Matt repeats it over and over.

“We need to go home, now. Like right now, right, right now.” Maya says and you arch an eyebrow. Wondering if she’s already getting hard.

“But the movie-“ you point towards them but Maya bends down and picks you up over her shoulder and you scream and laugh. Your legs in the air and your face now towards the ground.

“Bye little bitches! Imma go fuck my wife. Don’t need me Monday or Tuesday we are celebrating! Best Holiday ever! Daddy’s going home!” Maya yells and you don’t have it in you to disagree or tell her to stop. She walks you back to the car and slaps your ass once for good measure.

Happy Daddy's Day, you kinky fuckers.

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