#thanks for answering hon 💜
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Hey you're writing is so beautiful and *cough cough* incredibly hot, would you be down to write a Melissa brat tamer oneshot 😅
No pressure ofc!
-anon
tear you apart (melissa schemmenti x fem!reader)
summary: you're feeling bratty and melissa is all too happy to punish you.
warnings: smut (18+), brat taming, punishment, degradation, spanking, humiliation, overstim, voyeurism? basically unhinged content + agatha harkness obsession disease 💜
notes: thank you anon for your kind words and this request! hope this is worth the wait. melissa is such a brat tamer and i'm reminded of that every time she makes a biting comment or threatens to fight someone. she needs a girl who can take it and then give it right back.
all you ever wanted was to make melissa feel good.
you knew from the start of your relationship that she was a top. but at first, you weren't sure what she liked: did she want you to be her good girl? or did she enjoy a challenge?
within a few weeks, you had pieced together the answer: it depended on the day. on bad days, all she wanted was her sweet, obedient angel.
one night she came home deflated, having fought with barbara over a teacher appreciation gift from the district. she pulled you into her and didn't let go, holding you close through hours of gentle sex. you were so soft, so comforting, so good.
"come sit on my lap, babydoll," she had said, patting her legs where she sat on the sofa. you obliged.
"are you okay?" you asked, searching her eyes for frustration and regret.
"i am now," she whispered as she caressed up your thighs, smiling as you nuzzled into her neck to hide your whimper. "just do what i say 'n make your pretty noises, and i'll be just fine."
good days were a different story. competition and conflict excited melissa. she felt most like herself when she was telling somebody off or winning some game. so, when things were quiet at work or when she was feeling playful, you were more than happy to give her the challenge she craved. your attitude drove her insane, and putting you in your place was always exhilarating.
tonight was a good night. you could tell from the moment she walked in the door, carrying that massive read-a-thon belt. she was on top of the world after her victory, and now she needed another conquest.
you twirled around the kitchen as you cooked dinner in your thin sleep shirt and little shorts. melissa loved seeing you like this: comfy, happy, and best of all, lightly clothed.
you smirked to yourself as you hatched a plan. instead of greeting her like usual, you pretended not to see her come in. then you held up your phone and took a selfie that just happened to provide a view down your shirt. melissa saw it all.
"whatcha doin', hon?" melissa raised an eyebrow at you, still smiling from a great day at work.
"oh, nothing. just texting ava," you replied coyly. melissa's jaw clenched ever so subtly.
you had been friends with ava since back when you were still working at abbott. melissa wasn't jealous of your friendship with ava. no, what irritated her was how shamelessly ava would check you out and hit on you. ava's advances were never serious, she knew that. but melissa also knew that ava hit on you at least as much as she did gregory, and that was a problem in her book.
you smiled at her and went back to your cooking like it was nothing. you were in for a fight tonight.
...
when you sat down in the living room to binge-watch wandavision after dinner, melissa attempted to stroke up your thighs several times. you refused her and innocently cuddled into her side.
all was going according to plan until you heard agatha say "good girl" on the television. you shuddered and pressed your legs together, and it did not go unnoticed by melissa.
"aw, hon. does that make you feel needy?"
she had the upper hand. but you could still salvage this.
"yes, agatha drives me crazy," you said, meeting her gaze and giving her a sultry smug look.
"i thought you liked wanda..." she grumbled, her jaw clenched. it was working.
"mmm no, agatha is more my type," you drawled. you remembered melissa dressed as the scarlet witch. that sinfully sexy costume. she had done it for you.
the fact that you were switching up on her now made her livid. your type? she wasn't your type?
"god, kathryn hahn..." you whispered when the camera focused in on agatha's magical fingers, absolutely selling that you were turned on. it pushed melissa over the edge.
in one swift move, she shut the tv off and crawled on top of you, pushing you into the couch by your sternum. the look in her eyes was dark, fiery, dangerous.
"take your clothes off," melissa growled, fire bubbling behind her eyes.
she pulled herself off of you and sat looking you over from the other end of the couch, an expectant look on her face.
"yes, ma'am," you scrambled to comply with her instructions, stripping eagerly in front of her.
"leave the panties on," melissa stopped you before you could drag your thong down your legs. "on the bed."
the two of you rushed up the stairs and over to the bedroom, her grabbing at your waist the entire time. melissa sat back against the pillows, her legs spread for you. she gestured between her legs and you knew what she wanted.
you squealed and quickly adjusted yourself to straddle her, your legs on either side of hers as you unbuttoned her shirt. she sat upright against the pillows, her messy hair framing her heated face.
once you had removed her shirt and bra, she fisted her hands in your hair and pushed your head downward. you quietly whimpered at the manhandling. she took the initiative to swiftly pull her pants and panties down to her ankles, giving you just one firm command: "be a good girl."
you parted her legs gently and dove in, licking wide stripes up her folds but avoiding her clit to tease her. it wasn't long before you felt a fist in your hair, pulling you off of her to meet her frustrated gaze.
"unless you want red handprints all over your ass, don't fuckin' tease," she sneered.
you were torn: you wanted that punishment, but you also wanted to be a good girl for her. you chose to be good for now, attaching your lips to her clit and making her groan in satisfaction. you could always push her buttons later.
"that's it, honey, right there," she choked out as you swirled your tongue around her clit. she wouldn't last long, already worked up from seeing you strip for her.
you lapped at her and sucked on her bundle of nerves, enjoying the chorus of good girl and don't stop until you felt her legs start to tremble around you. at that point, you pulled back, leaving her bucking up into nothing.
you gave her a mischievous grin and started to trace your lips with your thumb absentmindedly. you watched her seethe in anger, never taking her eyes off of you.
"oh, sorry, i think i smudged my lipstick. give me a second," you could hardly contain your giddiness at how angry she looked. you needed her to lose control.
without missing a beat, she grabbed your hair and forcefully pushed you back between her legs. all of her gentleness was gone.
"such a dumb fucking slut. can't even follow simple instructions," she scolded. "finish me off, whore, and then we'll work on your behavior."
you felt yourself get soaked again at the manhandling, her seething words and her promise to punish you. eager to make up for your misbehavior, you ate her out with reckless abandon. she reached her high within minutes, whispering filthy things to you the whole time.
"fuck, that's good. lookin' up at me like that with your big doe eyes. i'm gonna come all over that pretty, smart mouth."
she came with a low groan, coating your lips in her wetness. the sight was pornographic: you looked at her with hooded eyes and wet lips, slightly fearful of her next move. it was exhilarating.
when she had recovered, she sat up and stared you down, a twisted smirk on her face. you swore you knew what she would say before the words left her mouth.
"bend over my lap, beautiful." her tone was dark, but you could hear the excitement behind her words.
you scrambled to obey, laying face-down on her lap with your ass up, wiggling gently in front of her. enticing her.
for a minute, there was silence. she just watched in amusement as you squirmed in her lap, desperate for any kind of attention from her. from where she sat, she could see your arousal glistening on your thighs. she was drunk on the power.
"a little desperate, hmmm?" she teased. you nodded frantically. she started to trace light patterns on your ass with her fingernail. "let me tell you what's gonna happen now. i'm gonna spank your cute little ass until you're crying and begging me to stop. then, i'm gonna fuck you until you're so sensitive that you can't stand to be touched any more. sound good?"
while she was nonchalant, you were almost at your breaking point from her words alone. you were completely at her mercy. you managed a "yes" and nodded intently for her to continue with her plan, desperate to see it through to the end.
it was hardly a second later when she slapped your ass, hard. you should have seen it coming, but you still yelped in surprise. you felt throbbing between your legs as the pain spread through you.
this went on for a while, and eventually you lost count of how many times she'd hit your backside. tears rolled down your cheeks, and you hardly felt them. and you were soaking her lap with your arousal. melissa whispered filthy things to you the entire time.
"my pretty, little, brat," she emphasized each word with a harder slap.
when it finally stopped, she started to caress you all over and praise you for taking your punishment so well. her soft touch brought you back to reality, and she guided you to sit up.
"wow, sweetheart. you really made a mess," melissa said, gesturing to her legs which were sticky with your wetness. you hid your face in your hands.
"stop it, you know i wanna see you. in fact..." she trailed off with a smirk and reached to grab her phone off the nightstand. "touch yourself."
your mouth fell open at the command, and she gave you a challenging look. not wanting to push her any farther tonight, you did as she asked and tried to find a comfortable position.
"spread 'em wide, princess," she said, smiling down at her phone like she wasn't watching your every move.
a burning heat ran through you at her words. you leaned back and started to gently circle your clit through your panties, anxiously awaiting her next move. you were a whimpering, blushing mess when she finally looked up at you with a grin.
"stay just like that," she said while bringing her phone up to point it at you. you heard the clicking noise of the iphone camera and your eyes widened. melissa had never done anything like this before.
"w-what are you doing?" you barely managed the sentence as your fingers worked you up, making you gasp.
"oh, just givin' myself a little treat for later," she replied coyly. "and maybe next time you act up, i'll show ya these. make ya remember your place."
you shifted uncomfortably, feeling hot all over from your fingers and the humiliation. melissa noticed and put her phone aside to look in your eyes.
"color?" she whispered.
"pink..." you replied shyly. that meant she could keep going. she smiled and cupped your face in her hands, kissing you softly.
her hand traveled down to remove yours from between your legs. she finally laid you down on the bed, running her hands up your thighs. your legs fell open for her and she leaned in to inspect your swollen folds.
she hummed as she trailed two fingers through your wetness, earning her a pitiful noise. when she pulled away and mosied over to the dresser drawer, you knew what she was going to do.
"i think you're wet enough for the strap, don't you?" she pulled out a bright red one that you had never seen before. she watched your eyes as you reacted to its size.
"i bought this as a surprise for you knowin' you'd go crazy over it," she mused as she adjusted the harness and attached the dildo to it.
"mel, it's... big," you said, looking up at her with wide eyes as she positioned herself above you.
"yeah, hon, that's why i bought it," she teased, smirking as if it was the most obvious reply in the world. you breathed a sigh of relief as she covered the strap in a thick layer of lube.
she took the cock in one hand and maneuvered it through your folds, pressing on your clit and making you cry out. you shuddered when she positioned it at your entrance.
"you ready for me?" melissa trailed a finger under your chin and forced you to meet her eyes.
"pink," you breathed, and she pushed the tip in. you felt the stretch immediately, and melissa used her free hand to rub your abdomen soothingly.
she continued to work her way into you, her hand never stopping its comforting motions. when she bottomed out, you felt so full you could hardly breathe. it was a thrill.
you nodded at her to signal she could move, and she started to fuck you slow and hard. the size of the strap-on allowed her to hit places that you'd never felt before, and you couldn't hold back your moans.
her thrusts became rougher very quickly, and she dug her thumbs into your hips to balance herself. you knew there would be marks there tomorrow. her pace and the low groans she let out suggested that she was still hanging on to some frustration in need of release.
she hit your g-spot and you screamed, overwhelmed with the feeling of her. she noticed the telltale signs of your orgasm approaching: shaking legs, parted lips, strangled moans. in response, melissa reached down to rub your bundle of nerves roughly, and that sent you over the edge.
"good girl, so good," she coaxed you through your high. you thought she would stop after one. oh how naive you were. you were trembling and squirming away from her, and she just continued to rub your clit, rocking gently inside you.
"come on, honey, give me another, i know you can," she encouraged you, peppering you with sweet kisses. you nodded and she started to fuck you again in earnest.
every nerve ending in your body was buzzing, and all you could feel was melissa. she thrusted into you like her life depended on it, and you admired her face as she worked you. her red hair hung around her face, which had also become red from the exertion. it felt amazing—hell, it felt insane—to feel her hitting all the most sensitive spots inside you. but it felt even more amazing to have the sexiest woman on the planet on top of you, working your body like it was her life's mission.
when your second orgasm washed over you, it was more intense than the first. it drained all the power from your body and you surrendered yourself to your fiery lover. she again whispered sweet nothings in your ear to help you along. when you had stopped shuddering, she pulled out.
you caught your breath and watched her rise to her feet, humming as she took off the strap. you could see a devious glint in her expression that told you you weren't done quite yet.
after that small taste of relief, melissa stalked over to you and spread your legs once more. you whined in discomfort, too sensitive to take any more.
"shhhh, baby, lemme clean you," she soothed before beginning to lap at you, savoring your taste. she tried to avoid your clit but her nose brushed against it, bringing a pained noise from you. she hummed into you and kept going, stroking your legs to relax you.
after you had gotten comfortable with the feeling of her tongue she drifted up to your clit, circling it but avoiding direct contact. you gasped and bucked up into her mouth despite your best efforts. even the smallest touch felt like an electric shock.
when your whines turned to quiet moans, melissa wrapped her mouth around your clit and started to suck, rolling her tongue over it. the pressure was white-hot and deadly, and it sent you over the edge in seconds.
"my sweet angel, i love you, you did so well for me..." she comforted you through the comedown. she stroked your sides and you relaxed into her touch, your heartbeat finally slowing. she placed a fond kiss on your forehead, then got up to get a washcloth and some water for you.
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"i won the read-a-thon today..." she said while she cleaned you.
"i noticed," you giggled, smiling up at her. the love in her eyes made the green irises sparkle and swim with possibility. "i'm so proud of you."
"you coulda said that earlier!" she joked, recalling your misbehavior. there was a comfortable silence before she spoke again. "actually, i think i like it when you fight me a little."
you gazed at her fondly and laughed again, feeling warm and cared for. "i noticed."
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hey Andi! 💞 how u doing?
I have a few questions for you ☺️
if you could be an animal, which one would you be and why? 🐾
what’s your favourite snack? 🥨
do you prefer salty or sweet? ✨
what’s your best and worst memory from your childhood? 💭
and what do you love the most about Donnie? 💜
I’m sorry if there are too many... love ya 🫶
Andi: No worries! And I'm doing well, thank you for asking. 😌
If I were an animal, who would I be...hm, interesting question. I think I'd be a mute swan; beautiful and elegant, but actually quite dangerous. Kind of like me, in a way?
Anyway, sorry. Off topic.
Next one! It's not really a snack, more a meal, but I love miso ramen, especially made by my friend Mr. Murakami. But if you want a snack answer, I'd say either kettle corn, dark chocolate or salt and vinegar chips.
Okay, hm..it depends on my mood. When I want to decompress at the end of the day, I prefer more sweet stuff - cookies, some chocolate, stuff like that. But if I feel like just having a snack, I like more salty stuff, like pretzels or salt and vinegar chips.
Oh, this is gonna be interesting. I'll start with the good first.
My best memory is a toss-up between when my first sleepover with April when I was 13 (the 2 am brownie incident,) or when I was 6 and won my first school science fair. I made a prototype of a bionic arm and so many people crowded around it. Though I nearly got in trouble by threatening a kid to go away when he wouldn't stop poking it.
Worst memory...okay. *takes a breath* So, I was 13 and in history class. I was researching for a paper I was supposed to write when I was called down to the principal's office. And when I got there, there was the principal and two police officers. The lady asked me if I knew why they were there, I shook my head no, and she kind of sighed and knelt down to me, and told me that they got an anonymous call to come to my apartment...and they found my dad dead on the floor. *shakily sighs as she fights back tears* I remember just shaking my head and begging them to tell me it wasn't true, a-and I started crying...because, well...he was all I had as far as family. I don't know my extended family and my mom disappeared after they divorced, so to lose the last piece of family I had...it killed me.
Um...c-can we move on now?
Dee, off screen: One more question, hon!
Andi: *nods slightly, calming down* Okay, good. *realizes what she said and looks at Dee* Really?
Dee: Just answer the question, please?
Andi: *shakes her head* Fine, fine. Um...*reads question and blushes* Jeez, another about Don...alright, fine. I'd say just...how genuinely kind he is. He's never once made me feel judged or belittled or anything like that - and I've told him some dark stuff too. So to have that level of of respect and love from someone is just...really nice. I know, it sounds very bare minimum, but it's true. Not a lot of people have made me feel so...loved.
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Thank you so, so much for the ask! 🩷🩷
@tinkabelle19 @kikithedreamerwriter @jasminarts01 @m1dnyt3-w0lf @margoteve @thelaundrybitch @happymoonangel @raphsmuneca @android-cap-007
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I promise to protect you chapter 2
Pairing: Jason Voorhees x Amy (my OC)
Warnings: bullying, name calling, fluff, angst
A/N: hello again lovely creatures I told you the next chapter would be out soon :) I hope you guys liked the first chapter. Again sorry about my writing it's very rusty but thank you for being gentle with me 😅 anyway I hope you like the next chapter of the story and I will be posting chapter 3 very soon 💜
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"Which one should we pick Jason?" Amy asked whilst they walked around the camp and Jason pointed to one that was at the very back near the lake shoreline 'that one has roof beams you can climb on' he signed.
They ran up the steps of the cabin and pulled open the door, there were 2 beds on either side of the cabin with a bedside table in the middle with a lamp. Windows were on either side of the cabin above the beds and a fireplace near the door.
They chucked their bags on the beds and ran back outside slamming the door closed and ran through the grass giggling playing tag. When the bus full of kids came rolling in Jason stopped playing and stood there fiddling with his hands nervously.
Amy held his hand "don't worry we have eachother now they can't hurt us" she looked at him and back at the bus, Jason had a small smile on his face knowing he finally had a friend so he wasn't alone. They watched as the kids got off the bus and listened to one of the camp councillors and they all ran off to their cabins.
"C'mon let's see what's for dinner" Amy said and they ran to the kitchen cabin "Hello darlings did you find a good cabin?" Pamela asked whilst chopping onion "we did, I let Jason pick and he picked the best one." Amy's mum came in with some burger paddies and buns "Im making you some pasta with spaghetti sauce instead hon, no meat for you" Amy's mum said booping her on the nose.
"I'm allergic to meat" Amy moved her hair behind her ear nervously and Jason nodded "now do you wanna eat in the hall or you can take it to your cabin?" Jason and Amy looked at eachother in thought for a few seconds before answering "well I'm happy to do whatever Jason would like to do."
'I would like to eat in the cabin please' he signed and Pamela smiled "alright then dears I'll call you when dinner is ready" Jason and Amy ran off out the front door and to the lake shore. They walked along the shoreline trying to find cool bugs to look at and hold "Jason look at this cool stick bug" Amy pointed at a large stick bug walking on the trunk of a tree.
She put her hand on the tree trunk letting the stick bug crawl onto her hand, Jason looked at it with curiosity "do you wanna hold it?" Amy asked looking at him and he nodded back. Amy out her hand next to his and let the bug crawl onto his hand and he was absolutely amazed by it standing there letting it crawl on his arm.
"They're cool little things huh?" Amy watched it crawl up his arm in curiosity. "Well well look at Cruella Deville hanging out with with the freak show" Amy turned her head and her smile dropped.
A bunch of kids their age were standing there laughing "go away Ted" Amy said and stood in front of Jason "careful you might turn into a monster too" he said with a smug smile and all his friends laughed. "He isn't a monster leave him alone" Amy stood her ground and defended Jason.
"Ooo Cruella Deville has a crush on the freak show" they all laughed at his comment thinking they were funny, "C'mon Jason lets go somewhere else" she took his hand and they walked passed the group of kids. "Cruella Deville likes the freak show!" They chanted as they walked away "just ignore them Jason they're the monsters not you."
Amy squeezed his hand "ill protect you from them Jason your my friend and you don't deserve to be treated that way" Jason nodded and felt secure. She said he was her friend, his first ever friend and that made him feel warm inside. "Jason, Amy dinner is ready!" They heard Pamela call from the kitchen cabin and they ran over and up the steps of the kitchen.
"Have fun playing kiddos?" Amy's mum asked and they both nodded "That's good, now here's your dinner I out it in containers so you don't drop it walking to your cabin." Bronwyn handed them 2 red containers and a fork each "off ya go" she said and Amy held out her hand and Jason took it as they walked outside.
#jason voorhees#friday the 13th#slashers x oc#slashers#horror community#80s slashers#slasher fanfiction#slasher fandom
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It's me again 😏😏
I've read your Pantalone story and I love it! I was wondering if you can do a NSFW one for Cyno. I've been in a Cyno mood lately and I just need feed that thirst, if you know what I mean. 🥵
I don't know your limits on NSFW but, if possible, I wanna see breeding kink. If that's too much, then a Dom/Sub dynamic would be fine. Cyno is a dominant man, you can't tell me otherwise.
Everything else is all dealer's choice. Go all ham, Hon! 🥰💜
Deepest Desire
Genshin Impact
Cyno x female reader
wc: 2,325
Summary: When you mention your desire to start a family with Cyno he just can’t contain himself.
Notes: smut, NSFW, breeding kink, dom/sub dynamic, not you saying go all ham hon (˃̣̣̥∀˂̣̣̥)
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✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ♡ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧
I feel like I can finally breathe easy once Cyno closes the door behind us. I stretch my limbs and internally cheer now that we've finally returned home from the lively Akademiya party.
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ♡ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧
Cyno was invited to a party celebrating... something. I wasn't paying enough attention to remember. It had something to do with a breakthrough discovery from a scholar.
Cyno typically doesn't attend these events, but once he was told he could bring a plus one he agreed.
As his wife, he invited me to join him. I attended the event with him, and although the atmosphere was lively and the people were friendly all I wanted to do was go home. Cyno dressed up for the occasion, and he served as the perfect distraction. Instead of paying attention to the scholar's speech I was studying the way the elegant fabric of Cyno's outfit outlined his shoulders.
He only spared me a glance before his attention returned to the scholar giving their speech, but I know I caught his attention since he intertwines our hands under the table. He unbuttons the top two buttons of his dress shirt, and I mumble an expletive under my breath.
He purposefully made it harder for me to focus.
His teasing continued throughout the night in the subtlest of ways until the party finally came to an end.
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ♡ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧
I hear footsteps approaching me as I wait with baited breath. "You look beautiful tonight." Cyno whispers against the warm skin of my neck.
I giggle since his breath tickles my skin, and I thank him for the compliment. I reach behind me to unzip my dress, and my fingers purposefully fumble with the zipper. "Can I help you out of that?" Cyno gently tugs on my dress as he waits for my answer. When I verbally give him the okay, he takes his time slowly unzipping my dress.
Once my shoulders are exposed he peppers them with sweet kisses. I shuffle my feet as his searing kisses continue down my back as he slowly unzips my dress to expose more of my skin.
"Please touch me." My breathy request is so quiet I would be surprised if he heard me, so I contemplate voicing my request again.
There's no need.
It’s as if a jolt of electricity lights shocks me as his fingertips brush against my lower back. I imagine this is what it would feel like if he were to use his vision on me.
"I want to kiss you. Can I kiss you?" His question receives an immediate response. My cheeks flush in embarrassment at how needy I sound, but it’s soon forgotten when I feel his soft lips brush against the skin of my lower back.
I mewl when he deliberately leaves a hickey there, and the shaky exhale he lets out only serves to increase my heart rate. I comply when his hands gently maneuver me until I’m facing him. I not so subtly eye his erection straining against the fabric of his clothes. Cyno’s eyes flick up to stare into mine as his delicate fingers trace my collarbone.
"Do you want to feel how hard I am for you?" Instead of verbally replying I bite my lip with a nod of confirmation. Cyno reaches out to grasp my hand in his before he lowers it until it’s resting against his erection. He sucks in a sharp breath when I tentatively squeeze him through his clothes.
I start to rub him through his clothes, and the sinful moan that blesses my ears only spurs me on. "I'm so turned on right now." I admit in a breathless whisper. I take the initiative and eagerly undress Cyno. He assists me before he completely removes my dress.
I admire the sight of his body in all its naked glory. He deftly takes a hold of both of my wrists with one his hands before he gently pushes me back. I fall against the plush comforter of our shared bed, and he wastes no time in leaning over me to suck on my neck.
“Mmm, Cyno!” I cry out at the pleasurable feeling. "I love it when you do that. Say my name again, just like that.” I oblige, incessantly repeating his name as his lips leave a wet trail down my neck and over the now hardened bud of my nipples.
He presses a kiss against both of my nipples. “Is this okay?" His rough voice causes me to squirm, along with his fingers playing with my nipples. “Of… course..” I reply.
Cyno leisurely gives attention to my nipples, with both his mouth and his hands, before his lips trail lower. I whine when I feel his fingers against my wet folds, collecting the slick that has gathered there.
“Ready?” His husky voice inquires. With my consent he begins fingering me, and I’m a moaning mess under him as he manages to fit three of his fingers inside me.
I see stars when he curls them at just the right angle, and the mesmerized look in his eyes brings me to my breaking point as I gush around his fingers.
My body feels hot as he sucks on his fingers to taste my essence. I’m entranced by the swirl of his tongue as he pops his fingers out of his mouth. “Good girl.” Although he’s praising me, his tone is condescending.
It only makes me needier.
That’s when I finally notice the way he’s desperately fisting his cock with his other hand as he admires the view before him. He grunts as he leans over me to press a tender kiss against my swollen lips. “you’re perfect” are the words he says, his lips brushing against my own as he leans in for another kiss.
He pulls away once he’s satisfied with our heated make out session. As I catch my breath Cyno leans back as he continues to masturbate in front of me. I don’t dare look away.
I’m acutely aware of the wet sounds filling the room. I continue to watch as Cyno purposefully brings himself to the brink of an orgasm, only to abruptly release himself before he can cum.
A beat passes as his sculpted shoulders rise and fall from the deep breaths he’s taking, and now he finally presses the tip of his dick against the slick skin of my labia. He looks up, and his lidded eyes are full of lust. ❝Before we begin, I want you breathe with me. match my inhale...and exhale...look me in the eyes. that’s it. just relax. ❞ I dutifully follow his instructions, and our eyes remain locked as we groan in unison while his cock slowly fills my tight hole.
I shift and whine once I finally feel full, but Cyno remains still. I start moving my hips in hopes of feeling some form of friction. Cyno grunts before he abruptly stops my movements, his fingers dig into my hips as I try to move against his hold. “If you…don’t want me to cum too early, relax and be patient.” His voice strains as his husky voice commands me to stop moving. I grant his request, albeit a few half hearted complaints slip past my lips.
Once Cyno regains his composure he begins to thrust into me in a slow and steady rhythm. "You don't have to be gentle with me. I can take more." Cyno's ears burn at my words, however he hesitantly increases his tempo.
I whimper as I feel the pleasant drag of his cock against my walls as he pulls out, only to slam back in.
"More, please!” I cry out. I wrap my arms around Cyno and drag my nails down his back when he gives me a calculated deep thrust that has me seeing stars.
I know Cyno’s close when he pulls my body impossibly closer to him as he growls against the shell of my ear. “Love, I’m close.” “Don’t pull out.”
My words cause Cyno to stop moving all together, and the high that I was so close to experiencing slowly fades away. I whine and move my hips against him, but once again he stops me from moving.
“Wait, you know what that means right?” I open my eyes to stare into his piercing yet stern gaze. I notice the slight twinkle in his eyes as he tenderly runs his hand along my stomach, prompting me to verbalize his suspicions.
“When we were dating, I would often imagine what it would be like to start a family with you. Initially, I didn’t know if I was entirely into the idea, but being married to you brings me so much joy. I would love nothing more than to carry your children.” I convey my thoughts to Cyno.
His jaw visibly goes slack, and I feel his dick jump inside of me. He remains motionless as the gears turn in his brain, so I lift a tender finger to caress his cheek as he thinks.
He unconsciously leans into my touch and his eyes close. When he finally speaks his husky voice arouses me, and my walls squeeze against his shaft.
His guttural groan is the only warning I get before he resumes his pace from before, only this time it’s much faster and harder.
All I can do is scream his name as his newfound vigor fuels his desire to cum. “I’ve always fantasized about how gorgeous you’ll look with a round belly. It turns me on more than you know, thinking about my beautiful wife carrying my children.” His thrusts serve to accentuate his words, and it’s enough to make me cum.
My toes curl as my orgasm washes over me in a fierce wave. This doesn’t deter Cyno from pounding into me; instead of slowing down Cyno does the opposite and increases his impossibly fast pace.
I grip his biceps as I begin to feel overstimulated. It isn’t long before Cyno reaches his own state of euphoria as he paints my walls white with his cum. He takes a moment to catch his breath, so I wrap my arms around him as I lovingly run my fingers through his now wild hair.
“Y/n, are you alright?” Cyno asks me. I verbalize to him that I’m okay, and my heart lurches with anticipation when Cyno experimentally bucks his hips into my heat. “Cyno?” I babble his name and look down to see a ring of our cum has formed around the base of his cock.
He follows my line of sight, and his cock twitches inside me yet again. “Fuck, Y/n… you’re so tight.” Cyno’s deep voice rumbles as his strong arms hold my trembling body. It’s not long before I reach my second orgasm.
“You could say you’re cumming undone for me, eh?” I groan at the feeling of his pelvis rubbing against my cervix, and at his joke. “Is now… ah..! ..really the time for that Cyno?” I manage to ask. His chuckle is cut short as his hips stutter, reaching his second orgasm for the night.
His body flops against me. He takes a few deep breaths as he soothingly rubs a hand along my thigh. “Love, can you go again? Please?” Cyno nuzzles his head against mine, and his mussed hair tickles my face.
“Okay, but just one more…” I whisper my consent. “Thank you. Let’s try a different position.” Before I can ask him what he means, he positions me so I’m hovering over his erection.
I feel a bit shy when his semen begins to dribble down my inner thigh. His blown out pupils eagerly watch as it dribbles down my thigh. I feel embarrassed so I plead with him to stop staring.
He chuckles as he grants my desperate request, lowering me down onto his eagerly awaiting cock. I inhale deeply as he spreads me open again, and I ask for him to wait before he starts moving.
I grip his shoulders and rest my head in the crook of his neck. I press lazy kisses against his neck as his fingers grip my thighs. “I don’t know how much longer I can wait, Y/n.” Cyno mumbles. He shallowly begins to hump me, and my toes curl as I hold onto him for support. “Okay, go ahead.”
I’m surprised I’m lasting as long as I am with my energy nearly spent. Cyno is doing most of the work as he lifts me up and down his cock. I mewl when the wet cavern of his mouth envelopes my nipples, and the tip of his dick reaches my core.
He lets go of my nipple as I cum, only to say “I’m going to stuff you full of my cum. You’ll look so pretty carrying my child, love. … Archons, please…” Cyno begins muttering incomprehensible words under his breath. He ruts into me one more time before he comes for the final time that night.
He brings me down so my pelvis is flush against his, leaving no room for his cum to escape. I shiver as I feel myself being filled for the third time tonight. Once Cyno spurts out the last thick rope of cum his dick has to offer, my exhausted body slumps against his.
I feel the sweat on my brow as Cyno and I hold each other close.
“Y/n… are you okay?” Cyno checks in on me again, and all I can manage is a feeble nod of confirmation.
“Rest well. I’ll get you cleaned up, okay?” I mumble something as he smooths my hair back with one hand while the other rubs soothing circles against the small of my back.
“Mmm… I love you.” I whisper as sleep overtakes me. I feel a tender kiss on my brow and a gentle “I love you too” murmured from Cyno, before blissful dreams of our future family occupy my mind.
#cyno x female reader#cyno x female reader smut#genshin x reader#reader insert#genshin x you#genshin x y/n#genshin x female reader#cyno smut#cyno x you#cyno x reader#cyno x y/n
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Thanks so much for answering my ask! 💕 I totally understand what you mean about community and lack of comments on fics. I experience that as well and it can be super discouraging when you've put so much of yourself into something. 😔 I don't know what the answer is there unfortunately but, as far as you wanting to read/write that specific thing, I would say that if that thing is worth it to you, then it is definitely worth writing. Just my opinion, whatever that's worth lol thanks for your time. Wishing you only good things. 💙💜
It really is! It bums me out/makes me mad to see so many of my friends and mutuals feel the same way, like. Y'all don't deserve that, y'all deserve the absolute most.
Hopefully one day I'll get a story idea that burns a hole in my pocket, and it'll go from there. Thank you hon, and right back at you!
#ask box#nonnie nonnie#on that note?#if you're wanting to read some fics - i would Highly recommend any and all by dameronalone/poedameronthighs#crimm-trent‚ campingwithcharmings‚ softlyspector#alwritey aphrodite#and so many more lovely folks you can find in my fic rec tag!#give them some love 🫶
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Hello Hon! How have you been doing lately?
I wanted to ask your opinion on this one specific placement that I haven't been able to interpret by myself. It's my
0 degree libra Fama in my 12H that's conjunct my ascendent at 1° orb
You don't have to answer if it's a very complex ask but thank you anyways! <3 have a great day/Night 🌃 💜🖤
Hello my love ♥️, i have been good , i missed you so much, where were you ? I hope your life is going good🤍 , i can definitely 😁 try to present my take on this , thank you for your patience, here's it 💖.
⚖️ Libra fama in 12 th
This indicates that you will be gaining fame , through professions or endeavours related to justice , beauty , glamour , creativity, arts, intellectualism , being in 12 th house shows the ethereal nature of this placement, have you seen the art work of Petra Collins that's how the essence of this placement is , beautiful, fiery, ethereal. Things like creating projects together, teamwork , field like , designing, architecture, photography, witchcraft, spirituality are great for ya . Libra placement also relates to tantra craft , if you put your mind to it and use it correctly, you are sure to gain a lot of fame , this is a very good placement for influences, people who make content about spirituality, since libras are very friendly, social , attractive, mixed with 12 th house keeps your mystery going , it's like they will be pulled to you since they don't know anything about you but even then they are so keen , an eternal mystery , an idol vibe.
I tried , welcome sweetheart 💖 have a great day/ night too 💞
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Weird questions: 1, 10 & 24 please kim! 💜
Hi, hon! Thank you so much!
1. What font do you write in? Do you actually care or is that just the default setting?
answered here
10. Has a piece of writing ever “haunted” you? Has your own writing haunted you? What does that mean to you?
answered here
24. How much prep work do you put into your stories? What does that look like for you? Do you enjoy this part or do you just want to get on with it?
I don't think I prep at all and maybe that's part of why I'm constantly hitting walls when I set out to write... I'm not a plotter at all. More often than not, I know the ending of a story before the beginning so I'm constantly having to work backwards and fill in a ton of blanks. That just leads me with a whole bunch of scattered scenes. Sometimes I do attempt to outline if I know a story is going to be a lengthier one. In those instances, I'll get my notebook and at least attempt to create a road map. But a lot of times, my stories just snowball so 🤷🏾♀️ I kinda screw myself over that way haha
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✨💙 Spreading some love and joy in people's ask boxes 💙✨ If you get this, it means you're awesome and I hope you're having a great day! Now copy and paste this message to at least 3 other blogs to keep it going! Then answer to show you're done: What are your three favourite movies?
Thank you so much, hon! I'm now going to have a great spirit to spend the whole night getting things ready for my exam! 💜💜
HEH. Difficult. Mhhhh
THREE FAVOURITE MOVIES:
Forrest Gump
The Theory of Everything
Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind
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Hi there! Just wanted to thank you for answering my request so promptly! I was very pleasantly surprised. Those h/cs are very spot on and are so Rex. And tbh, I don't mind the angsty ones. I love that character so much, so anything and everything is greatly appreciated! And I appreciate you very much for doing this! You're awesome! 💕
I'm glad you liked hon 😊 I'm trying to get better about replies to requests as I kind of fell off for a while. Thank you for sending it in 💜
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3, 12, 14, 24, 28
Feel free to answer all, none, or just some! Love ya hon!! 💜💜💜
3 films you could watch for the rest of your life and not get bored of?
Mirror Mirror (2012), Teen Beach Movie, and Tangled !! theyre all so fun, and interesting, and i just aahhah lovr them
what’s some good advice you want to share?
One thats been super duper helpful as of late is to not borrow grief from the future!
Personally, i get panicky sometimes iver if my lvoed ones are gonna die, or my partners brwak up with me, or i break my phone or what have you. But... none of it has heppened yet, and probbaly wont for a looooooooooong while, so ive just sort of been making nyself feel terrible for no real reason.
So, im gonna stop borrowing grief from whichever undetermined future ive been borrowing it from and be happy ans focused on what is hapoening rather than what might happen.
Another one my boyfie taught me is the simple phrase shoulda woulda coulda. Its abt not thinking too hard on what ifs. soecifcialy things you should have, could have, or would have done to prevent whicher thing youre upset over. It does nothing to change whats happened and is mich more productive to focus on what you can do now instead.
what’s something you’ve always wanted to do but maybe been to scared to do?
I really want to try doll customising, and making my own clothes!
I have a kot if ideas for cute clothes that i really want, but. im worried i wont be good at it. so i havent tried much yet.
And doll customising is another jusr, worried it wont be perfect... i have a habit of disliking my own art, so? especially eith a hobby thar can get so expensive im worried it would just be a waste of money.
what’s one thing you’re proud of yourself for?
Im proud of myself for still being alive and fucking kixking it !! im still laughing and loving juat the same, despite my many mental and physical disabilities, and in soite of my abuive household and subpar living conditions. I feel like im gonna live past 18 which is a new feeling and really scary but im alive. its. nice feeling like i have a future. im glad im still here.
do you collect anything?
Yes i collect stolen chunks of concrete, sticks and logs, and just random pebbles that call for me from the ground. :3c
Thank you for the aks akie i love you !! 💜💜💜💜💜
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Show yourself some love 💜 - engagement is down and we’re all struggling with something or another. Answer this ask linking your least popular and most popular fic/art/gifset on tumblr and/or reblog them with #MiseryLoveTrain.
Send this to other creators to spread some love ❤️
Thanks for thinking of me, hon! Answered it here. 🥰
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hey, Luna! i hope things have calmed down with your family. how are you doing? were you able to get any writing done?
Hi there, hon! Thank you for checking in on me. All the love and hugs for you 🥲😊💜
To answer your question, yes and no. Things have dropped back down to a simmer, instead of a boiled over pot. I have been trying to take it easy the past couple of days.
The good news is that I answered a prompt, and I am in a Starbucks, attempting to write as we speak 😀
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Sue!!!!!!!!
It's our Best Friends Day! The first time I called you my best friend! It's bene a year now, and I don't regret it. You're stuck with me, hon!🥺💜
You been with me through so much. At my highest and lowest points. I hope I do the same for you. Oh, my most darling and loving friend. I remember everything you've ever done for me...and I'll never forget it. You're the sweetest, most loving person I ever met I adore you. And I can't believe we're friends. It means the world to me.
Thank you, Sue. Thank you thank you thank you!!!
Anaya! My sweet angel! My bestie! My bff!
Our first Best Friends Day!!!😭😭
Warning. You have to excuse me for my long ass reply. But at this point you're used to my babbling, right? I put it under a cut. Hehe🤭
Oh goodness. When I tell you that I have to wipe my eyes again. As soon as I read your ask, I gasped, cooed and then I started crying like a baby. This means everything to me, you have no idea.
I remember it clearly. I wrote you a little thing about Patrick and you called me your best friend for the first time in the tags. Seriously one of the most wonderful and happiest moments in my life. How lucky I am to have met you. Such a lovely sweetheart. And I was so excited and giddy when I wrote you an ask back and called you my best friend for the first time too. I had to wipe my eyes when I read your answer. Just like I have to at this very moment.
You're right, it's been a whole year now. And I'm forever grateful for every single second I get to spend with you. Thank you for telling me that. Maybe I needed to hear that. You're stuck with me too. Like I told you, I'm your clingy limpet, hehe. But seriously, there is nothing I wish more than to be best friends with you forever. You are important to me, I care about you deeply, and I love you so much.
A whole year full of ups and downs. I would do it again and again. To go through everything together with you, to help you, to support you, to love on you and to try to cheer you up. Thank you for trusting me and for letting me help you. Of course, you do the same for me. And I'm not lying when I say that I would be so much more lonely and lost and sad without you. You're my ray of sunshine even when things seem dark. I feel the exact same way, I remember and cherish everything and I will never forget it. All the things you did and do for me.
Thank you for being there for me. Thank you for staying and putting up with me. Thank you for accepting me and my weird self. Thank you for never judging me. Thank you for helping me with my insecurities, doubts, worries and low self-esteem. Thank you for helping me be a better person. Thank you for always supporting me and giving me good advice. Thank you for gushing with me and letting me be soft and silly with you. Thank you for listening to me and understanding me. Thank you for being my shoulder to lean and cry on. Thank you for letting me be a part of your life. Thank you, thank you, thank you.
I hope you know just how much you mean to me and how much I love you. Ich liebe dich so sehr. But there are not enough words in any language for me to express all my feelings. Omg... I'm way too cheesy. You are such a tender, smart, talented, warm, caring, loving, beautiful, generous, gorgeous and perfect girl. I hope you know that my list is endless. I mean it! And I adore you the most. Just like I love you the most! Hehe.
I'm so incredibly lucky to be friends with you, Anaya. I will cherish our friendship forever. You mean the universe to me. Thank you. Thank you from the bottom of my heart. I hope there will be many more years together. I love you.
Besties for the resties💜
Okay, I had to use these gifs. I hope you understand the sentiment. I know you do😭💜
#and now if you'll excuse me#I have to cry like a baby#I'm not joking#I'm too emotional#and I apologize for this way too long amswer#I can't help it#I just love you Naya#my best friend💜#the bestest friend in the entire universe#I'm forever grateful#I can't believe how lucky I am#I need to stop now#but I could gush about you forever#fan of pretty much 2 much#answered ask#our first best friend day#September 4
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I've been a huge BL fan (series, fanfics, etc) for about a year but I'm still very new to this BL world and today I saw a post on soc media from some Trans activists with a caption "straight girls who fetishize gay guys are just as creepy as straight guys who fetishize lesbians". And then there were lots of comments like 'fujoshis, this is for you' or 'every yaoi fan girl ever' or 'every fandom ever' (I do know the meaning of yaoi and fujoshi). What do you think about that statement? Is it really that bad that we girls/women fangirl over fictional and sometimes real life gay couples? During my entire life I never realized that I'd be so much into BL (that's probably because I never really came across a lot of gay series/movies/stories/fanfics before when I was younger, only recently) and now ever since I became a huge fan I have seen that there are literally thousands of women who love it too. So is it really fetishizing?
Thank you
And btw I love your blog so much, one of my absolute favourite 💜💜
Aw hi hon!
I actually kinda tackle this, tangentially, in this post:
Will BL Get More Honestly Queer?
It's a pro normalization stance with pro straight allies feels.
So is straight women loving BL really fetishization?
From a kink perspective, no it's not fetishization. As a kinkster I have to say I don't like that term being coopted and used as a slur, either. That's just non-kinksters using kink as the lowest order punching bag for them to abuse (puns intended).
Technically for kinksters,
a fetish is a sexual act or element that is REQUIRED by the person who has said fetish to get off.
Oxford says:
a form of sexual desire in which gratification is linked to an abnormal degree to a particular object, item of clothing, part of the body, etc.
Oh but there's that word we all love "abnormal."
Sigh.
Still, by either definition, my answer to "So is it really fetishizing?" is... no it's not. Because that's not what fetish means.
But this is how I feel about it as a queer kinkster and others are entitled to their own opinions. (So long as they don't present said opinion as fact, I suppose.)
Like everything else on Twitter, (and that smacks of a Twit-izm, so you didn't say twitter but I'm assuming) reduction has oversimplified the statement out of all inherent meaningful discourse or quality of thought.
Frankly i find outrage culture completely exhausting. I can't barely work up the enthusiasm to brush my damn teeth, getting upset up over pop culture that gives people pleasure, especially pleasing women who have precious little joy in their lives, just seems sad to me.
On the flip side:
It is interesting to consider, as a straight woman (or a lesbian, or a person not really attracted to men, or as a person not attracted to sex/relationships), why you are drawn to BL? Why you find this kind of narrative attractive, sexy, warming, comforting and NOT the straight ones? I do think self reflection can be quite interesting. Especially around desire.
But then again, as a queer kinkster, the nature of my own desires has resulted in a certain amount of self reflection my whole damn life.
Okay now... weird comparison but here we go.
Wouldn’t publicly admitting to liking BL be a little like a straight woman experiencing a kind of coming out? I mean if admitting to loving BL gets you bullied, criticized, and abused? Like hello, welcome to the party. Guess who has a lifetime of knowledge about admitting to liking and/or being sexually turned on by a thing and then shamed for it, the queers and the kinksters!
Finally, I think the original 1:1 has an issue with conflation. (Having just played about with conflation myself, my bad.)
Still, the men/lesbian = women/BL cases cannot be compared because the power held by (and invested in) male sexuality, gaze, and straight sexual desire and its ability to objectify women (and companion impact on social power in society) is materially different from female and feminine desires and its social power.
As a result the original statement is, by default, pitting feminist issues against queer activism. I don't like anything that puts a fissure between queer and feminist, because I believe queer/trans rights are feminist issues. (I've talked about this before but I can't find that post and I'm tired...)
Anydinglebury, read that linked post above, it's a lot more coherent than I am currently being.
Suffice it to say that what motivates me is cohesion and support, sharing affection and delight, as well as education and understanding - not being divisive or encouraging outrage or shock or us/them mentalities.
But that's what drove me to Tumblr instead of other platforms. Sure this is the original hellhole, but that hellhole is well lubed (sorry not sorry) and it's also a greyspace that seems to capable of containing multitudes (still not sorry) in a way other hellscapes can't (or won’t).
Besides, the people that do not like me or disagree with me here, well they just block my dumb arse. So much easier that way.
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A Proposal and a Half
Ships: Agatha Harkness x Reader
Summary: You've lost the ring you're supposed to be proposing with. Goddamnit.
Word Count: 827
Warnings: none
Additional Notes: I would like to give many big thanks to @p-nymph who helped me by being a sound board for what rings I should go with. So. Many big thanks! 💜
You let out a frustrated huff as you open the middle pouch of your bag, grabbing at the papers and wrappers and who knows what else by the handful, not caring where they landed as you tossed them to the side, piling on top of the junk from the first section of the bag.
“What are you doing, love?” Agatha asks, clearly confused as to why you're making a rather impressive mess.
“I lost something.” You explain, holding back an angry growl as you reach the crumbs at the bottom of the bag.
You open the last pouch, before tossing the empty to the side as it reveals a grand total of a forgotten pair of hoops, entirely starting to panic.
“What did you lose, exactly?” Concern and wariness color your girlfriend's voice.
“A box. A small box.” You reply, running a hand through your hair.
“Like the ring box that's sitting on our nightstand?”
You give yourself whiplash as you turn from glaring at the wall to staring at Agatha in shock.
You're up the stairs before you could even think.
You wouldn't have left it there - hell, you don't even remember taking it out of your bag!
But sure enough there it is, sitting ever so innocently on the nightstand.
“Goddamnit.” You sigh, rubbing an eye, before grabbing it and going back down to the living room.
“Well?”
“Found it.” You grumble. “This was supposed to be romantic. You weren't supposed to know.”
“My answer would still be no, hon.” Agatha says.
“W-what?”
“Mmm… It may or may not have to do with this little thing I've been carrying around for a year or so now.” She grins slyly and pulls out a very familiar-looking box from her sweater pocket.
“Will you marry me?”
“Are- are you fucking kidding me?!" You aren't upset, just exasperated.
“Is that a no?” Agatha arches a brow.
“NO!”
You glare at Agatha as she starts to laugh, well aware it's you that she's laughing at.
“It's not funny!” You protest.
“‘This was supposed to be romantic.’” She says, mocking you.
“You're being mean.” You pout.
“And you're still going to marry me anyway.” She replies smugly.
You sigh. “Yeah. Yeah, I am. Unfortunately, I got this thing called head over heels when it comes to you.”
“Unfortunately?” Agatha asks.
“I said what I said.” You defend yourself.
“Maybe I'll just keep this very pretty, very expensive ring I got you then, angel.” She pretends to threaten.
You let out a disbelieving snort.
“And never see the ring I picked out for you? Babe your curiosity would kill you.”
“You're assuming I won't just take a look.” Agatha replies, wiggling her fingers.
“I'll donkey kick your shins off.” You reply before you could think of the words exiting your mouth.
There's a few moments of sudden silence and then you both burst out laughing.
“You'll donkey kick my shins off?” Agatha howls with laughter.
“Well what else am I supposed to do?” You demand between gasps for air.
“You're absolutely right, I am so sorry.” Agatha says, starting to catch her breath.
“You should be.” You sniff, before you zero in on the box still clutched in your girlfriend's hand.
Agatha, who never fails to notice anything, just smiles softly and opens the box as she closes the space between the two of you.
Your eyes widen as you take in the ring.
It's nothing ostentatious, and rather simple in its design, but that only lends to the intricate beauty of it.
The center stone is clear, cut in an oval shape, with a small halo of diamonds surrounding it. Two strands of white gold on either side form triangles before they connect with a small square cut purple tanzanite, crossing over themselves until it connects again to form the rest of the ring.
“Do you like it?” Agatha asks after a few moments of silence.
“I- yeah. This is…” You look up at her, her features soft, a small smile gracing her lips.
“Would you like me to put it on for you?”
You nod, and hold out your left hand, allowing Agatha to gently slide the ring onto your fourth finger.
You both stare at it for a few moments before you remember the box in your hand.
“Here.” You say, getting your fiance’s attention.
Agatha glances up at you, and you grin as you open the box.
Within it rests two gold bands, the first holding a purple diamond cut in a teardrop shape, framed on either side by two smaller circular white diamonds. The second band curves, seven circular white diamonds gracing the front of the ring, smaller ones bracketing them, paved onto the band.
“You have good taste.” She mummers, holding her left hand up in clear invitation.
“I should hope so, I'm marrying you after all.” You tease softly, slipping the rings onto her ring finger.
“The best taste then.” Agatha decides.
You laugh into the kiss she pulls you into.
#agatha harkness#kathryn hahn#wandavision#agatha harkness x reader#house of harkness#side note#i actually own the ring that Agatha proposes with#I bought it after looking for rings for the story and went#hmmmm#this is really pretty#and and BONUS I can pretend Agatha gave it to me#so#yuh#mine#my work#agathaharkussy writing#oh also please don't come for me about the header picture#its my first time doing it
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Just had a dream where Buddie became official in the finale and then woke up and got sad it wasn't real 😭 What if maybe at this "surprise wedding" in the finale (I've also heard HenRen vow renewal? Can't remember where I saw that. I suppose that counts as a surprise wedding) Buck and Eddie will listen to the vows and will be like "haha that sounds us but we're just friends... oh 😳" Anyway love your meta! I read it each week after every episode 💜
Hi lovely!
Awwwww, thank you so much, that’s so sweet of you to say! I’m beyond delighted to hear you like it so much! :D And that would be really sweet, not to mention that honestly, even before we see the Henren vows renewal, we know that whatever they will say will also fit Buddie. So without a doubt, they should have an ‘oh’ moment there! But we don’t call them oblivious morons for nothing, do we? Plus, they’ll probably still be too wrapped up in their own stuff, Buck with realizing he needs to break up with Taylor, and Eddie with figuring out how to make his way back to the 118. We’ll still scream for them, though. Because we know how it’s gonna hit them when they finally realize they had the love of their lives right under their noses and they completely missed it...
I hope you really enjoy the finale no matter what happens in it, hon! Thank you again, for the lovely ask and for the kindness! Sending tons of love! xoxox
(I got an influx of asks, I WILL answer all of them, but it might take a sec. If anyone wants to check whether I've already answered theirs or to read my replies, here's my ask tag. Thank you! xoxox)
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