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Daddy!agnes headcanons
Warnings : more on like detective agnes, some spoilers for Agatha all along below the cut be warned, 18+ or Iâm blocking you, mention of the word daddy , smut , strap one, oral , fingering, butch ladies
An: Iâll have you know that I finished my ethics hw before writing this ( 300 word reflection with three citations is insane but whatever ig) anyways enjoy gays !!!!!!
You met her when she was doing a usual investigation, being called into help
You found her a bit rude while she hated that you were so optimistic about everything
â this is a crime scene why are you so fucking positive all the time â
You kind of just roll your eyes half the time cause youâve dealt with assholes before.
Deputy introduces you to the older woman but she as always bites back at him
â eat my ass â
â you get used to it y/l/nâ â not the worst Iâve heard from detectives cheif â
Little by little she tolerates you
Actually buys you breakfast 4 months into the investigation
Youâre still very optimistic but she ignores that part til you try to tell her to take a break as sheâs always stressed out.
â have you considered actually taking a break for ones agnes ?â â and not figure out this case ? Yeah fuck off â
â maybe if we start with turning off your light we can â and the moment that you turn off her desk lamp she grabs your hand pulling you close.
Her lips are so close , agnes is holding off but youâre the first one to initiate contact.
â daddy ,â you accidentally moan out when she grabs a handful of your ass ( you looked good in the suit you had ).
â here I thought you were this innocent little darling â
Rough asf especially when sheâs stressed
At home sheâs always packing, like to see your reaction when you donât expect it
Fan of shoving her fingers in your mouth whenever youâre both relaxing
â show daddy how much you want her cock by sucking her fingers , I know you can do it babyâ
No mercy at all , loves to gag you
Big purple strap, has you on your knees one day after she came back stressed.
â be a doll honey and make me cum yeah ? Maybe if you do that Iâll fuck that cunt of your huh?â â yes sir â
â fuck you dirty whore â as sheâs grabbing your hair and shoving your head into her core.
Such a tease like you donât even know
Has passed Polaroid of you in compromising positions cause sheâd rather be safe than sorry.
â like when daddy fuck you ? Of course you do baby cause your just a slut for me right baby ?â â just a slut for you daddy â
Hair pulling all the time during sex
Sheâs the pussy eating queen , can make you cum super hard.
#agatha all along#Agatha all along headcanons#agatha harkness#agnes Agatha all along#agatha harkness x reader#agnes x reader#Agatha harness smut#daddy!agnes
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hardest of hearts.
#i didn't mean to ship them but i do?#simblr#sims 4#vladdy daddy#agnes crumplebottom#vladislaus straud#ts4#ts4 simblr#;agnescrumplebottom#;vladislausstraud#;thelovelyunknown
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#rebelforart#inclusive feminism#intersectional feminism#feminist#fuck patriarchy#feminism#white feminism#whitesupremacists#long live the resistance#agnes varda#succession#kendall roy#toxic masculinity#macho man#bd/sm daddy#daddy's good girl#realmenarefeminist#feministman#patriarchy#smash the patriarchy#anti patriarchy#fight the patriarchy#patriarcado
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It's so refreshing to see more anime series have female characters that aren't conventionally thin and not overly sexualize them or make their bodies into jokes.
#Tiger & Bunny 2#Buddy Daddies#Agnes Joubert#Anna Hanyu#BD spoilers#Buddy Daddies spoilers#diversity in anime#representation in anime#I love them both too#for totally different reasons#Agnes is a straight up boss#and Anna is an absolute sweetheart#I adore her! T^T
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The second life isn't always better than the first one
#MY WET PATHETIC MEW MEWS#I can never have enough of them god#19yo timeline my beloved#Fresh out of the trauma factory#:D#With hardly any will to live#From father's beloved child to a nuisance#tables turn so fast#Im not crying you are#*slaps their back* You wont believe the amount of daddy issues these bad boys can fit#Agneo#Regressor fam#Agnes van Arsdale#Leon Helcaris#Rendered this whole thing againnnnn#Doodles
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â â ę§ cat + dog hybrid Agnes ę§ â â
Au!Agnes, turned into a cat + dog hybrid.
She appears to be still very tiny. Alot tinier
She likes to be playful, barks & meows too.
Acts childish wars + whiney, and soft.
Has dog ears, and a long cat tail.
Her fur is chocolate red colored fur.
Heterochromia red and pink eyes.
Pale reddish pink paw pad hands and feets.
Likes head pats.
Often sits in Billy's + stu & Billy Loomis arms, and slashers arms.
Very smart and intelligent.
Easy to catch, when she falls or jumps.
Literally messes with her food + her human brother, Billy's food too.
Likes to get messy, you can literally find her stuck inside the cake đ
Smart, but more dumber asf + an idiot and adorable đđ
Always clingy and stays with her brother billy
Plays with her teddy bear, yearn + cat & dog toys
Often being played with, by hands. And forks
Very playful with forks
Meows and hisses + snark & bark.
Has a collar around her neck by Billy.
Says 'bingle! So, zerbimm!' On the phone, messaging her older brother đ it's adorable asf, for Billy Lenz.
#agnes lenz#billy lenz#cats#cinnamon roll#father and daughter#kitty cat#daddyâs puppy#sfw interaction only#au characters
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Urge to use the Agnes Montague x Mary on a cross audio for dood or Scary
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I have to bully Estinien. How would he react to waking up because Esme decided to gum his cheeks
Estinien loved having his baby daughter sleep on his chest. Though that may change as she grows...oh fuck it, it will not change as she grows. I'll be a bed for her whenever she likes. As the nearly eight moon-old Esme stirred, he could not stop himself from smiling. She's still so small, but I can already tell she's much like Agi in temperament and looks. Better to be more like your beautiful bright mother than your father, eh?
Esme, her eyes closed, began to inch up her father's chest towards his face, earning a small chuckle from him.
"Oh ho, what's this? The little lady wants to be up here?" He helped her along until her face was against his cheek. "I know, you like to be close. Es...Esme?"
To his shock, Esme began lightly suckling on one of his cheeks, making little sounds of happiness that makes my heart want to burst out of my fucking chest. My daughter is simply too cute, even if this is very strange.
"Esme?" He croaked. "Fury take me, my cheek isn't Mummy's tit! No milk is coming out of my fucking face!"
Still, Esme continued to happily suck and gnaw on my damn face!!!! Fuck, I can't be mad. She's too adorable.
Estinien was not sure how much time had gone by when Agnes returned home from her manicure and pedicure, laughing her big sexy ass off! YOU THINK THIS IS FUNNY, WOMAN!
"Oh my fucking gods!!!!! LOVE!!!" Agnes was doubled over in laughter. "Holy shit!"
"Hmph. Laugh all you want, my love, but you've been in compromising positions too!" Estinien harrumphed, rubbing Esme's back. "Es really, can you..."
Agnes walked to the couch and lifted Esme off his chest. Mother and daughter began cooing at each other at the same fucking time. Fury preserve, they really are alike. "Hello my sweet baby, were you having a good time with Papa?"
Esme gurgled and held onto her mother.
"I see! And you, love? Having a good time despite the erm..." She giggled again.
Despite our daughter thinking my cheek was a tit? Estinien rose and kissed his wife. "Aye." I'm blessed to have you, Esme. And I cannot wait to see the person you will become.
#agnes currai#estinien varlineau#wolstinien#estinien x wol#agnes varlineau#these two dorks#asker i wuv u#ask and you shall receive#esme varlineau#esme is a daddy's girl
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ok i did the agnes chart
#she has daddy issues to me ok#i think ive made it clear how i feel about her and arthur#tma#the magnus archives#agnes montague#lightless speaks#agnesblogging
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Look... It makes sense in my mind. And you can't take it from me. đ¤Ł
i don't care if these characters have never interacted in canon. it's called fanfiction, not fanfact
#agnes nutter#destiny of the endless#Let's give the kids a book of prophecy to live by#Just like daddy#good omens#The sandman#Why crossing the streams is dangerous#I shall forever stan he's the patriarch of the Device family
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After I finish this essay for English Iâm gonna reward myself by writing help me choose what I work on next
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Everybody knows that Iâm a good girl, officer.
Officer!Agnes x reader
Summary: After almost burning your house down because of your boyfriend you end up at the police office, being interrogated by your ex girlfriend.
Warnings: +18, smut, dom/sub dynamics, dom!Agatha, bratty sub!reader, handcuffs, chocking, hair pulling, degrading kink, praise kink, strap on, slight spanking kink, daddy kink, fluff.
Word count: 4k
A/N: this is my first fic so I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing! Also english is not my first language <3
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You honestly didnât know how it happened, one minute you were screaming at your cheater of a boyfriend and his fucking side chick and the next thing you remember was running out of the house, trying to get away from the flames.
You sighed in relief, finally at home after a long and stressful day at work, your boss was being a bitch again and making you do extra hours just because she feels like it. God how you hated her, you just wanted to go home, have a nice dinner and watch some bad movie with your boyfriend.Â
As you reached your door, searching for your keys inside of your needlessly big purse you heard a sound coming from inside of the house, making you stop immediately, what was that? Again, another noise, was it⌠a moan? Pressing your ear to the door you heard it once again⌠and again⌠those were definitely moans âwhat the fuck?â Was he watching porn or something? I mean you couldnât blame him if he did, you were barely home, but then you heard it, someone moaning his name.Â
Your heart stopped for a moment, he could not⌠could he?Â
With shaky hands and ringing ears you carefully opened the door, the sight of candles all around the hall and into the living room making you shake your head, no, no no no no no, three years, three years of relationship, this couldnât be happening, right? He wouldnât throw it all away, not like that, right? Your mind was playing with you, it had to be that.
Slowly, you made your way to said living room, the moans and grunts getting louder, and your heart pace getting quicker, and then you saw it, you wereât crazy, it was really happening âYou motherfuckerâ your hoarse voice causing the room fall silent, your now, ex boyfriend, throwing the blonde girl off his lap, watching as she immediately put her clothes on and ran through the door, you didnât care a bit about her.
You only focused how he made his way to you, the noises of him trying to talk to you into a pit of lies sounded blurry.
âHoney, itâs not what it looks like I swearâ mhm⌠what a cliche lie,
âItâs her fault! She seduced meâ great try, another one,Â
âIâm so sorry, my loveâ huh, that was a good one⌠no,
âItâs not my fault youâre never home to get me off, I had to find someone else!â oh there was it, that son of a bitch.
Everything went red, you werenât conscious of what you were doing, throwing everything your hands reached at him, screaming how much of a stupid fucker he was, not even trying to hide it, doing it in your own fucking home! And you didnât realize one of the many things you threw at him was one of the big candles he set, hitting against the curtains.
It happened too fast, there was fire everywhere, and you stood there, frozen in the middle of the living room, staring at the burnt out wall, realizing what a stupid thing you did, I mean you didnât even love him, you never did, but you trusted him, and you felt fucking betrayed.Â
It wasnât until a big flame got into your view you got out of your shock and ran out of the house, a police car already waiting for you.
And now here you were, sat in the interrogation room, leg shaking with anxiety and your heel kicking the floor repeatedly, staring at the door as if someone would appear faster. Youâve been waiting like 20 minutes already, and you knew there was only one person in the police office at this hour so you didnât understand why she was making you suffer like this.
Itâs something she have always loved to do.
As those thoughts ran through your head the door opened, revealing the brunette woman, she leaned against the door after closing it, studying you for a moment, she tried to grasp everything around her head, trying to understand the reason behind all of this âIâm very curious⌠what made you burn your house down and nearly killing you and your boyfriend?â
You scoffed and the last word ânot my boyfriend, not after tonightâ your words sounded furious and⌠painful, you squirmed in the chair, feeling quite uncomfortable âI didnât mean to ok? You know Iâm not that crazyâÂ
Agnes and you had a⌠situationship in the past, you both wanted more, wanted a serious relationship but her work and schedule were a problem, you barely saw her once a week or two causing you to argue a lot, so you both decided to part ways and stay friends, it was the best for both of you.
Or thatâs what you wanted to believe anyway.
The older woman hummed, detaching herself from the door and sitting on the chair in front of you âI knowâ of course she knew, she knew you werenât capable of hurting a flower âthatâs why Iâm asking youâÂ
You looked up at her from your fidgeting hands âI caught that fucker cheating, alright? I-I got furious and started throwing things at him and maybe⌠accidentally, I threw him a lit candleâ replaying the scene in your head you let out a giggle, seeing his stupid face was worth it after all âbut honestly Agnes? I donât regret a thingâ
Well⌠maybe you were a little crazy.
She fought back a smirk, she couldnât blame you, he deserved it, she always knew that bastard wasnât good for you, and if she had found out about it before she would have done the same thing, or worse, no one but she can mess with her girl âwell, Iâm sorryâ she wasnât, at all âbut Iâm afraid you have to spend the night in the tankâ
What? No
No way you were gonna spend a second in that hell hole.
And just like that, an idea crossed your mind, it was risky but you knew very well it would work, for both of you.
âBut⌠Aggieâ you whined, looking at her with doe eyes, yes⌠you were playing that card âyou know Iâm a good girlâ she flinched in surprise, feeling your foot caress her leg under the table.Â
Those eyes, those fucking eyes.
You were playing a dangerous game, but oh⌠two can play this game and she hates to lose.
Without saying a word she got up, slowly making her way around the table, you watched her intently, like a prey watching her hunterâs next move, and then suddenly you let out a gasp, she threw your chair back with a kick, caging you between her arms, resting them on each side of the chair.
âAre you? Because I only remember you being a fucking bratâ she was so close, so close you could smell her woody perfume, her breath against your face, fuck how youâve missed her, every smell, every touch, every word of hers.
No one could ever compare to Agnes.
âAnd I remember you loving it⌠you loved to fuck the brattiness out of me, you loved to shut me up shoving your dick in my mouthâ your hand carefully ran up her leg, watching her breath hitch you never took your eyes off hers, and just as you reached her crotch you felt something hard, making you bite you lip âyou havenât changed a bit Agnes, always packing around with that purple d-âÂ
She didnât let you finish, grabbing you by the throat, shoving you up and against the wall, earning a huffed grunt from you and grabbing her wrist for support.
There she was, the rough Agnes you always loved, how she lost control of herself because of you, it made you weak on the knees, your mind already fogging into submission, but you had to fight it back, you wanted to test her limits, to totally break her, and let her break you from the inside in return.
On her end she knew she should tease you further, see how far you were capable of going but she was so weak for you, all this time apart from you, trying to find you in other girls but there wasnât anyone like you, she only wanted you, she needed you, like she knew you needed her.
âYouâre playing a dangerous game you know youâll lose to here, petâ
God, you loved when she called you that, her pet, her plaything, her doll to play around anytime and anywhere she wanted.Â
No.
Focus.
Break her.
âIs that the best you can do Aggie? Aww, maybe I was wrong, maybe youâve lost your sparkâÂ
Yes, yes, yes, that was the look you were searching for, that rough, primal look that sent you into a subspace without hesitation, you were ready to take whatever she wanted to give you.
Agnes pushed her leg between yours, pressing against your center, watching as your face squirmed in pleasure, she always found it fascinating how she could pull these kind of reactions out of you with such little actions âyou really think youâre in control here, hm?â
You both knew the answer, you both knew there was no way you could take control.
âA-Agnes, is this really the place to do this?â Your voice came out hushed and shaky, your mind fighting to get a hold of itself.
The older woman chuckled darkly at your state âoh please, donât tell me youâre chickening out now dollâ and she knew you were right, the interrogation room was no place for this but she knew too neither of you were gonna be capable of waiting another second.Â
She would deal with the consequences later.
Her hand on your throat loosened, letting you breathe for a bit, they travelled down your figure, stopping on your waist, her eyes burning into yours, you saw her expression change for a moment âyou have no idea how much I missed youâ
Shit, this wasnât in your plan.
You gulped, trying to loose the nervous knot in your throat âI missed you too, every fucking dayâ your voice came out in a whisper, as if you were telling her your deepest secret, and maybe it was.Â
Agnes pulled you close, her hands tightening around your waist as if you were going to disappear from her grasp, she had to make sure this was real and not just a dream.
Your lips ghosted against hers, your hands caressing her face, eyes still locked on each other, both of you trying to search for any sign of regret âare you sure you want this?â that made you nod eagerly âI need words babyâ
âYes, yes Aggie, I want you⌠I need youâ
And then her lips were on yours, it was slow and sweet at first, both of you trying to savour the moment after all these years apart, but just as a moan escaped your lips Agnes lost it, her tongue asking for entrance licking your lip, you immediately let her, submitting to her, letting her take control of the kiss.Â
You were always so good to her, always her good girl.
She walked backwards until her legs hit the table turning you both around âupâ she simply said patting your hip softly, causing your puffy lips break into a smile, and of course you obeyed her, hopping on the table before grabbing her by the collar and smashing your lips against hers again.
Your impatient hands deciding to rip her flannel shirt after various failing attempts unbuttoning it, the action making the older woman to laugh against your lips âyouâre buying me a new oneâÂ
You huffed âyou have plenty of those, officerâ she smirked at the new title.
âCute, but I like the old title betterâ her hands making their way into your pencil skirt, stroking your inner thighs, realizing how much she missed your soft and warm skin, how she missed having those thighs around her head, clenching and unclenching with every one of her touch.
âOkay⌠daddyâÂ
And just with that her whole mind went feral, grabbing the slit of your skirt she ripped it in two, making you gasp and looking at her in disbelief âwell, now weâre evenâ before you could spit back at her she cupped your cunt, your head falling back with a moan âfuck, did I make you this wet, pet?â She bit her lip, rubbing the wet spot on your thong with her fingers.Â
âYou know you always do, even only the thought of you doesâ That stroked her ego, thinking how you got this messy only thinking of her, after all this time, it made her even more eager to ruin you.
You watched her as she got on her knees, your breath hitching as she travelled your thighs with kisses, pushing your legs apart so she could tease you further but never where you really wanted her.Â
You knew what she wanted, teasing you like that, playing with the stripes of your thong with her fingers, but you just whined, grabbing her head attempting to push her to your center but she just sat back, looking at you with a raised eyebrow âcome on⌠itâs not that hard to ask me nicely if you want it that bad, dollâ
Groaning desperately, your mind trying to fight back the words you just stared at her with heavy breath, her eyes watching your every desperate move, knowing very well the fight that was going on in that pretty head of yours.
And she knew exactly how to get it out of you.
âDo it for me, pet, come on beg for daddyâ she then continued with her kisses, now starting from your ankle, watching as you gripped the ends of the table tightly âbe a good girl and beg for me to fuck you, sweet thingâ
Your jaw hanged low, your eyebrows furrowing in total desperation.
Come on, you just have to say the word.
Be a good girl.
Her good girl.
âPleaseâÂ
It came out shaky, her kisses stopping to look at you âplease, please fuck me Aggieâ
Yes, much better.Â
She had you just where she wanted you âthere you are, my good girlâ
Then you both rushed to discard your thong and the ripped skirt before she locked your legs around her shoulders, finally burring her head in your center, giving your clit a long lick that had both of you moaning, your hand flying to her hair, pushing her further into you, wanting to feel her even closer.
And she gladly did, wanting to get drunk of your taste, her skilled mouth nipping and sucking on your clit, loving every sound she pulled from you, holding your hips down as they desperately rolled towards her face.Â
Your back arched into nothing as you felt her two fingers tease your entrance âfuck, daddy pleaseâ your submission making the older woman chuckle only of the vibrations to go right to your core, causing you to let out a strangled moan.
And deciding to put your suffering to an end Agnes slowly pushed her large digits inside you, feeling your legs tense around her head, her pace painfully slow, to focused on your face and reactions, your head almost snapping back as she curled her fingers inside of you, making you struggle to breathe at the amount of pleasure she was giving you.
She could never get enough of you, your intoxicating taste and addicting sounds, she could spend the rest of her life between your legs, driving you absolutely mad with just her mouth and fingers, feeling your warm hole, how you clenched and unclenched around her fingers trying to last a little more only to have her like this.
Quickening her pace, her got up, pulling you into a deep kiss as her thumb continued the abuse on your clit, swallowing your whines and moans and letting you taste yourself, her free hand making itâs way inside of your top, finding your nipple and pinching it between her finger, she always loved how you went braless everywhere, making it easier for her to access.
And when she felt your core clench harder, knowing you were already close to your orgasm, all her movements stopped âw-what are you doing?â you whined out, tears threatening to spill from your eyes from the overstimulation.
âShh, itâs okâ she kissed your temple âopen your mouthâ
Without hesitating for a second you obeyed, her fingers slipping in, making you instantly close your mouth and suck, watching as her lips parted and pupils darkening in pleasure, your tongue playing with her fingers, cleaning them before she got them out, your mouth letting out a âpopâ sound.Â
She then suddenly pushed you off the table and turned you around, pressing your front against the cold surface, manhandling you in the position she wanted âyou better keep your hands thereâ she said locking your hands on your back.
âI will, daddyâ you bit your lip from giggling shaking your ass against the hard bulge in her pants, knowing the effect that action had on the woman.Â
There was silence for a moment, you could feel her eyes on you, and then-Â
slap!
You gasped in surprise, your body jumping forward âkeep that up and it wonât be the only oneâ you felt her deep voice right in your ear, her hand caressing you red and itchy bottom cheek.
You couldnât deny and say you didnât like it, on the contrary, it felt fucking good, but right now you just wanted her to fuck you raw, so just nodded keeping in mind to bring that side of her another time.Â
The sound of a belt unbuckling reached your ears, your heartbeat fastening in excitement and your legs rubbing against each other for some friction yes please, please, please, your hands twitched, needing to grab onto something, or to feel her under your touch âkeep. them. there.âÂ
It was easy, right?
Wrong.
You swallowed a whine in anticipation, feeling her hand running down your back, stopping on your waist, and just as you felt her rub against your entrance your hands flew to grab the table for support âoh⌠my poor petâŚâ she roughly grabbed your wrists, and after a second you felt something cold around them, and then a click âyou asked for itâÂ
Did she just put her handcuffs on you? Fuck, you shouldnât find it as hot as you found it.
She took advantage of that distraction to push herself inside of you, watching your whole body squirm in pain and pleasure while a loud moan escaped your lips, stilling for a moment, letting you adjust to her size, and it only took her seeing your hips start to push back into her to slide out almost entirely before roughly pushing into you again, the table cracking at the action âfuck!âÂ
She kept her rough but slow pace, the sounds of your moans and whines getting louder, oh how she missed having you like this, all fucked out because of her, your little brain only filled with her and the pleasure she was giving you.Â
You felt her hand interlock into your hair, and in a sudden move your back was flushed against her front, both of you seeing your reflexion in the mirror on the wall âlook at you⌠already so ruined and I just started fucking youâ you clenched around the strap, wishing she could feel how your body reacted to her words, but she could see it, she saw how your breath stopped for a second, how your eyes closed with a cute little frown on your eyebrows.
Her free hand made itâs way around your throat, squeezing it just the right amount to make your mind fog, your moans fighting to get out as her pace quickened, but it wasnât enough, you needed more âp-pleaseâ you managed to let out, looking at her through the reflexion.
Just like she could read your mind she removed her hand from your hair and painfully slow travelled down your body, rubbing and pinching your nipple, scratching your lower stomach, before finally making you roll your eyes back, pressing your clit between her fingers, while her dick hit that right spot it had you seeing stars.Â
The obscene sounds of your skin against hers and your strangled breath turning the older woman on more than she would admit, her praises in your ear as she abused your clit faster âGood girl⌠youâre doing so good for daddyâ
Your legs already shaking, the knot on your lower stomach getting harder to hold âd-daddy please, please let me cumâ your almost pornographic moans getting more desperate by the second âfuck- please Iâm so close!â
âCum for meâ it only took those words from her to reach your orgasm, your lips parting in an âoâ shape, summing all over her strap.
She slowed her pace, helping you through your orgasm, only stopping when your limb body fell on the cold table, making you shudder.
She let you catch your breath for a second, stroking your back up and down before she stood you up again, turning you around to see your fucked out face.
You opened your eyes to look at her smirking face, causing you to chuckle âhiâ you whispered, closing the gap between your lips, both of you humming âare you gonna uncuff me now, officer?âÂ
âNot yetâ she pecked your lips lovingly again before looking at you, with those demanding eyes âon your kneesâÂ
You stared at her for a second, your breath hitching once again in anticipation, and slowly you got on your knees before her, watching her with doe eyes âyou know what to do, clean your mess dollâ and that you did, your tongue darting out to lick her shaft from the base, never taking your eyes off hers, slowly taking the large, purple dick into your mouth.
Her hand rested on your cheek, her thumb softly wiping away a tear that fell from your eye, her shaft hitting the back of your throat âbreathe beautiful, through your noseâ she hummed as she held your face down, enjoying having you like this again, your mouth full of her, struggling to breathe and those beautiful tears on your face.Â
So fucking obedient for her.
When you started to cough around her she finally pulled out, helping you get up, and sitting you on the table while uncuffing you, her lips kissing all over your face as you recovered, your hands fisting on her navy blue tank top as soon as they were free âyou did so good for me, sweetheartâ she whispered against your lips, making you smile.Â
âThank you AggieâÂ
You rested your forehead against hers, both of you savoring the sweet moment, her hands tightly around your waist in a possessive and protective way.
These were the moments you missed the most, her sweet self taking care of you, making sure you were ok like she didnât just fuck your brains out a minute ago.
It was almost comical.
âSo⌠officer, am I still spending the night in the tank?â She laughed at that, kissing your forehead softly, you were insufferable.
âThinking about it⌠it will be the best if you spend the night at my placeâ you bit your lip suppressing a smile, you were too excited to wake up in the morning next to the older brunette woman âwhat do you think?â
âIâd love toâ you whispered before pulling her into a loving kiss.
She helped dressing up again, giving you a pair of sweats she had in her office, and when you were gonna leave her office she grabbed you hand, pulling you flush against her.
She stared at you trying to get the words out, you could see the fight she was having in her mind projected in those blue eyes, so you planted a soft kiss on her nose, your hands caressing her cheeks trying to calm her thoughts, and then she said it.
âBe mineâ
Your eyes locked, her eyebrows furrowing in worry as you took a second to reply, but when your lips broke into a smile she knew the answer.
âI have always been yours Agnesâ
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Agnes O'Connor x Fem!Reader: Beginning & End
Summary: Taking a late drive to get your mind off a few things, you get more than you bargained for from a not-so-routine traffic stop.
AO3
A/N: Wasn't sure how to tag this since Agnes is technically an Agatha... variant? persona? Also I didn't tag the Agatha taglist since this isn't technically Agatha? tricky tricky... This is basically just pure smut with a sprinkle of plot.. enjoy xoxo (also let me know if you want more of Agnes?)
Words: 6.2k
Included: Established relationship, Jealousy, Smut; choking, spitting, bdsm, possession, semi-public sex, car sex, fingering, cunnilingus, daddy kink, roleplaying, power dynamics, dom/sub, teasing, begging
Tag List: @escapetodreamworld @ghostsunderstoodmysoul @multifandomfix
You sigh as you lean into the leather seat. The music is loud enough to hurt, but you donât turn the volume down, glad of the noise even if you donât feel like singing along. Trees fly by outside the window as you drive.Â
A sign passes in a flash but you catch the number; 45. Your speedometer reads 55.Â
Making sure youâre alone on the road, you push it to 57 just for kicks. Even as the dark scenes on either side pass in a blur, the road ahead is clear. The moon hangs low and bright above, reflecting off the filled-in parts of the pavement.Â
The song changes and you sigh again upon hearing the familiar tune. It only reminds you of your wife; who should be home and in bed with you, but ended up on night-shift instead after hassling a suspect a bit too hard, canceling your planned evening.Â
Which leads you to driving the backroads between Westview and Eastview, hoping the journey will tire you out enough that you can sleep. Instead it lands you in the position of blowing past a hidden cop.Â
Just your luck.Â
You groan as you turn the music down and pull off the road into a flat area of grass. With the lights, you canât tell if it's a Westview or Eastview officer at first. You have pretty good chances of getting off with a warning if it's one of Agnesâ coworkers.Â
But itâs not one of the regular officers. Itâs the Chiefâs car. You hit your head against the steering wheel. Heâs been riding Agnesâ ass for months and will likely give you a hefty ticket just to spite her.Â
While youâre hitting your head against the wheel, thereâs a knock on your window. You roll it down without looking, âLook, Chief, I know the deal. You can just write me a ticket and Iâll pay it tomorrow.âÂ
âOh, will you now?âÂ
You pause.Â
Looking up in disbelief, âAgnes?âÂ
âThatâs Detective OâConnor to you.â Her face doesnât change from the stern facade, âYou were driving pretty recklessly back there. Have you been drinking tonight, maâam?âÂ
Subtly as you can manage, you check your side mirror to see if anyone else sits in the police cruiser. It wouldnât be unlike the Chief to put Agnes through some insane test. No shadows lurk in the other car.Â
You drag your eyes back to Agnes. Sheâs waiting, still just as stoic, but you see the mischief in her eyes. Well, if she wants to play, why not up the stakes?
Tilting your head and smiling, âOf course not, detective. Iâve been a good girl.âÂ
A split-second pause tells you she wasnât expecting that. She licks her lips before the act slips back into place. She scoffs.Â
âThatâs what they all say. Wait here.â Her hand pats the open window before sheâs heading back toward the cruiser.Â
You watch her walk away in the side mirror with a grin. Her confident gait stirs something in you, always has.Â
For a split second you consider throwing the car in drive and peeling out of here. Youâre curious to see what Agnes would do. You hope sheâd chase you all the way home; that way when you get there you could finally have a taste of what tonight was meant to be.Â
You want Agnes painfully. Between work deadlines on your end and long hours on hers, youâve been too tired to do more than cuddle, or some heavy kissing on a better day. You miss the connection that comes from baring yourselves to one another. And the orgasms, too, of course.Â
Agnes is back at your window, breathalyzer in hand. You make a split second decision.Â
âPlease, detective, I canât afford another ticket, and my wife will be so mad.â You plead, using that innocent, wide-eyed expression you know turns her on, âIs there anything I can do to⌠pay it off, per se?âÂ
To her credit, she doesnât crack this time, âAre you soliciting an officer of the law, maâam?âÂ
âNo, of course not! Unless thatâs what you want.âÂ
âStep out of the car.âÂ
The commanding note in her voice goes straight between your thighs. You open the door and step out, watching her brows raise at only the long nightgown youâre wearing. Thereâs a chill in the air that makes you shiver. Her eyes are drawn to your chest before she shakes away whatever is going through her mind.Â
While youâre enjoying the game, you do hope sheâll let you get back in the car soon. The cold is unmanageable without more substantial clothing.Â
Agnes holds up the breathalyzer, âOpen your mouth.âÂ
You do so without thinking. A blush races up your face. Agnes canât help but smirk.Â
Itâs not the breathalyzer that finds itself between your lips, but two fingers that settle on your tongue and press. You jolt at the pressure. Tears come to your eyes as you gag, but the weight of her fingers doesnât ebb. You fight against your gag reflex to curl your tongue around the digits.Â
Closing your lips around them, you swirl your tongue like one would around a piece of candy. Even through blurred vision you can see how Agnesâ eyes darken. She leans forward, staring at your lips.Â
Her fingers move deeper, pressing harder, fucking your throat. You swallow around them.Â
You find your mouth and throat empty as Agnes pulls out. Her hand grabs your face before you can close your mouth and holds it open, fingers wet against your cheek. She grins meanly.Â
âStick out your tongue.âÂ
The second you do, Agnes spits in your mouth. You whimper. Itâs humiliating and you feel yourself clench around nothing. You leave your tongue in the position she demanded, obedient as ever.Â
Agnes laughs, âSwallow.âÂ
Humiliation, in combination with your startling need for her touch, forces the tears to spill over and down your cheeks. The sight of them seems to please her. Sheâs always loved seeing you thoroughly debased; loves knowing only she can break you down like this.Â
Partners in the past did try. Yet they would hesitate, hold back, believing they knew the limits of your desire instead of trusting you. A few would panic when they saw tears in your eyes and pull out of the scene completely. You often found yourself pretending; toning down your desires to âacceptableâ levels and leaving yourself unsatisfied to avoid that worried look in your partnerâs eyes.Â
But youâve never had to pretend with Agnes. From that first time, she went as far as she wanted, knowing that you were an adult capable of safe-wording if it was too much; it wasnât. You had been dripping and needy the entire time. You had cried while she sat back and watched you polish her boots with your tongue, and had nearly come undone from the act alone. It was everything you cravedâAgnes was everything you craved; trusting, dominating, cruel when it suited, and the most loving partner youâve ever known.Â
You had vowed then and there that you werenât letting her get away. And how lucky for you that she put a ring on your finger; the ring that is so much more than a symbol of love; but a brand, too, just as you desire.Â
âI wonder what your wife would think of you offering yourself up to me,â Agnes muses, âbut youâre so eager for it, I canât help but wonder if sheâs not satisfying you properly.âÂ
âOnly you can satisfy me, detective.â You flutter your lashes.Â
That draws a real laugh from her. Something inside you preens. You lean forward into Agnesâ space, angling your head for a kiss, but she pulls back.Â
âBe that as it may, soliciting an officer is a crime, as is reckless driving.â Her hands reach for her belt, where her handcuffs rest in one of the holsters, âIâm going to have to take you in.âÂ
Though the idea of being cuffed and fucked however she pleases excites you, youâre not entirely pleased with how your original plan was ruined. Agnes knew where the line was during interrogations and she crossed it. Knowingly. Itâs safe to say youâre a little pissed she acted out.Â
A mean-spirited voice in your head considers pushing Agnes away entirely, leaving her wet and turned on for the rest of the night shift while you go home and find solace in your favorite toy. The rational part of you knows that no toy can replace your wife, and itâs her you want. Youâre just not going to make it easy for her.Â
You fall to your knees before she can work the cuffs off her belt. She jolts at the unexpected change. You slam against the ground pretty hard and wince, but donât dare stop.Â
Your hands find her belt buckle. Deftly, you start to undo it, âPlease, I can make you feel good. Iâll do anything.âÂ
Agnes raises her brows. She doesnât stop you from undoing her belt or slowly lowering the zipper of her pants. Thereâs a tenseness in her jaw as she thinks over the request. Intent on sealing the deal, you move your hands from the front of her pants; instead leaning forward to place a kiss where theyâd just been.Â
Looking up through your lashes, you beg, âPlease.âÂ
âWell, since youâre so eager for it.âÂ
Ignoring the screaming in your knees, you shoot to your feet, capturing Agnesâ lips in a hard kiss. You attack with lips and teeth and tongue. At the same time, you slip your hand inside her pants and past the waistband of her panties.Â
She groans against your lips when your fingers play in her wetness. Your fingers ghost over her clit and you grin into the kiss. Two hands settle on your hips and shove, your back hitting the side of your car; it hurts for a moment before youâre once again lost in the feel of your wife, how sheâs using her position to grind against your hand, the obscene noises leaving her throat.
Your clit throbs with every roll of her hips. Itâs intoxicating that sheâs just taking what she wants, using you as a toy to achieve her own pleasure. But the desire between your own legs reminds you of the end goal.Â
Agnesâ hips pick up speed, her usual low groans evolving into panting, high-pitched whimpers. Sheâs so close. You consider letting her have what she wants.Â
Moments before she can fall over the edge you pull your hand from her pants. Hands settling on her chest, you shove her back. She jolts and stumbles. Her fucked-out expression from seconds earlier shifts to confusion, then anger.Â
âWhat the fuck?â Agnes snarls.Â
âYouâve been bad, detective.â Still leaning against the car, you cross your arms over your chest, âOr should I say Daddy.âÂ
Agnes stands straighter. Thereâs steel in her spine now, jaw taught as darkness comes over her expression. Amusement alights inside your chest.Â
Her hands begin to unravel the belt from the loops of her pants, âIâm going to paint your backside blue.âÂ
âI donât think so.â Your voice is hard. âYou see, I had a lovely evening planned for us. Dinner, a movie, clean sheets for us to spend all night ruining. And we didnât get to enjoy any of it because someone couldnât control her temper. So you, daddy, are going to fuck me until I decide Iâm ready to forgive you.âÂ
âItâs cute that you think youâre in control, baby.âÂ
Agnes steps into your space, belt in her hands. You stop her with a hand on her chest before she can get close enough to do anything.Â
âI am in control.âÂ
âThose with the upper hand donât usually have to state the fact.âÂ
You tilt your head, âIf you donât give me what I want, youâre not going to touch me for weeks. Iâll fuck myself and all youâll be able to do is watch. And Iâll stuff all the pairs of panties I ruin into your bag, your pockets⌠everywhere you go, youâll be reminded of just what youâre missing.âÂ
The smug expression slowly slips from her face. She tries to push forward again, but youâre unyielding; clenching your fist in the fabric of her shirt until she feels the subtle bite of your nails. Thereâs fury and a small trace of fear in her eyes.Â
Itâs rare that you have the upper hand. Usually Agnes is twelve steps ahead of everyoneâyou included. But this time she miscalculated, and sheâs going to pay for it.Â
âYour choice, daddy.â
She scoffs. Shaking her head, a few pieces of her hair free themselves from her low ponytail. They lay in and over her face before she blows them out of the way carelessly. She hasnât been taking care of it, you can tell; and briefly, you consider if you can get away with commandeering her into taking better care of herself.Â
You likely shouldnât push your luck. Agnes is going to punish you enough for this stunt, youâre sure.Â
The belt is tossed onto the ground a few feet away in a silent show of surrender. Her eyes are dark, churning with a mixture of fury and arousal. A brief moment passes where you wonder if youâre taking this a bit too far, but you shove it down; Agnes is an adult just as you are and will tell you if you cross any hard lines.Â
âIs the heat on in the cruiser?â You ask.Â
She pauses, taken-aback, âYeah, of course.âÂ
âGood. Youâre going to fuck me in it later. But firstââÂ
You open the back door of your own car as wide as it can go, just so you can perch on the seat with your feet still outside. With a smile, you open your legs wide. You hadnât considered this outcome when you left the house for your drive, so your panties are relatively plain, but it doesnât matter since theyâre soaked through.Â
Agnes takes a step forward and you hold up a finger. She pauses. You point at the ground.Â
Her face goes red, âNot fucking likely.âÂ
And then sheâs on you. Sheâs holding herself up with one hand on the seat, the other dragging your face to hers. Her body rests perfectly between your legs. With a low moan, you roll your hips against her front.Â
Her grip on your face is painful. Thank god her nails are clipped short.Â
Agnes pulls away from your mouth to bite and suck at your throat. You throw your head back, still grinding up against her, moaning with abandon. The friction is nice but it isnât what you wanted.Â
âI want you to eat me out.â You force out.Â
âI donât care what you want.â Agnes growls.Â
âOh? Well, I guess I should be prepared to handle my own orgasms for a while, then.âÂ
As you say that, you stop grinding, and lay fully against the seat, one of your arms snaking its way down your front and between your thighs. Youâve only circled a finger around your clit twice before her hand catches your wrist in a punishing grip.Â
âTry it and Iâll tie you to the bed everyday when I go to work.âÂ
âI made my terms abundantly clear.âÂ
âYou know what you forgot though, brat?â Agnes taunts, lips right next to your ear, âYouâre too greedy to settle for your hand or your little toys. Itâs only a matter of time before you get bored and come crawling back to me.âÂ
âMaybe Iâll just crawl to someone else. Agent Vidal has been hanging around.âÂ
A hand closes around your throat and you whine. She squeezes, your vision going fuzzy around the edges. You roll your hips.Â
âIâll lock you in the house if you even think about it.â Her voice is hard, promising, âYouâre mine, baby.âÂ
âProve it.âÂ
Thatâs the wrong thing to say.Â
Agnes pulls back completely. Her hands leave you, the pressure of her body is gone. You look up and sheâs standing just far enough away that you canât touch her. You growl.Â
The look on her face is one youâve seen a dozen times; the very same one she wears when youâre about to endure something you donât like. But you vow not to let her have the upper hand. Not this time. This time, youâre going to make her bend.Â
âIâll see you in the morning.â She says.Â
The words are like a bucket of cold water over your head. You donât spend long dwelling on the threat, thereâs no time.Â
Agnes is halfway back to the police cruiser when you worm your hand into your panties and bury two fingers inside without preamble. Despite being the source of your own pleasure, you jolt, back bowing off the seat. The moan that leaves your lips is exaggerated; pornographic.Â
âOh, yes!âÂ
You hear her footsteps come to a stop. You donât dare open your eyes, not yet. The pleasure youâre experiencing is real, even if it is half of what it could be with Agnesâ help, but you have to keep up the actâhave to make her jealous of your own fingers.Â
Though she hates to admit it, Agnes is jealous in all aspects of life. Thereâs a bit of healthy competitiveness worked in there that you can admire. Yet some days⌠some days she comes home fighting mad, hair a mess and muscles clenched tight as she recounts the events that made her that way. And lately theyâve all had the same person involvedâ
Agent Rio Vidal.Â
A loaner agent from the FBI, here to figure out some of the more poignant details of a murder on the Westview-Eastview county line. Sheâs confident and cutting and painfully attractive. Somehow, she knows how to push every single one of Agnesâ buttons, in work and play.Â
Youâve only met her twice and each time Agnes was an animal afterward. The appreciative glances and suggestive words made you blushâand though you wonât admit it, turned you on a good bitâwhile Agnes could barely hold herself back from attacking the woman. So possessive. So jealous.Â
You can use that.Â
The door on the other car hasnât opened and you know sheâs watching with rapt attention. You put on a good show, rolling your hips into your one hand while pinching at your chest with the other. You could get off on her watching.Â
Another exaggerated, high-pitched moan, âOh, Agent Vidal!âÂ
Though the woman is attractive, you canât imagine anyone but your wife. Agnes doesnât need to know that.Â
Strong hands grab your calves and pull you half-way out of the car. You squeak, eyes snapping open. Agnes looms above you and oh fuck youâre in trouble.Â
âYou little bitch.â She snarls, hand coming to wrap around your throat.
You try to moan but she doesnât give you that much air. Another deft hand rips your own from your panties, even going so far as to rip the fabric off completely. Thereâs the ghost of her fingers above your center. You roll your hips.Â
The sensation of loss and blurry edges is usually a huge turn-on; maybe itâs the intense change from oxygen to no oxygen, but youâre struggling more than normal. You tap her wrist three times.Â
Agnes pulls away completely. Her hand is off your neck, the other gone from between your thighs. You take in large lungfuls of air and feel your heart-rate slow just a little. A little whine works its way from your throat, though itâs mainly a result of the throbbing between your legs thatâs still driving you crazy.Â
Your wifeâs hands hover over you, eyes concerned, âHoney?âÂ
âIâm okay. You didnât hurt me.â You assure, sitting up and kissing one of her palms, âThe quick change just⌠startled me. Iâm okay.âÂ
âShould I⌠Do you need me to take you home?âÂ
âOh no, Agnes OâConnor, youâre going to finish what you started.â Spreading your legs offers an obscene picture of just how soaked you are, made even more tantalizing by the ripped panties clinging to your thigh, âUnless you want me to find someone else who can finish the job.âÂ
Itâs like flipping a switch.Â
Overwhelming is a word that could be used to describe Agnes in bedâsmothering, even. She has a way of overtaking every single one of your senses at once. Your skin is on fire with her touch, with the faint strands of hair tickling your face. The scent of burnt break-room coffee clings to her jacket. You even taste it when her tongue invades your mouth, moaning obscenely against your lips.Â
You like being smothered, though. You crave it; aching for anything that will let you turn your mind off and just feel.Â
Agnes pulls back. Her breath is hot against your lips, âYouâre such a brat.âÂ
âOnly for you, daddy.â You murmur.Â
A shudder passes through her at the name. Her grip tightens on you, near bruising. You moan.Â
âWhere do you want me?âÂ
âWith your mouth between my legs.âÂ
âFingers?âÂ
âYes, please.âÂ
Agnes chuckles, âSo you do remember your manners. Interesting.âÂ
You roll your eyes. To your luck, Agnes doesnât seeâif she had, you would have been punished accordingly. Though you realize things are a bit off-balance with your threat hanging in the air; any other time, Agnes would have you bent anyway she pleased, taking all she wanted until you couldnât handle any more.Â
Being in control is⌠odd. Not unwanted, but odd. You have to be more aware of yourself, confident in every command that leaves your lips. Youâre glad that this is Agnesâ preferred role even if youâre enjoying the change.Â
Lips kiss the inside of your thighs and you shudder. When she sinks her teeth in, you squeal, jolting at the change. Your hand falls to the top of her head.Â
âNot what I meant!âÂ
âOh, then what did you mean?â She taunts.Â
âIf you donât make me come right now so help meââÂ
The heat of her mouth on you is enough to shut you up. Her tongue drags up your slit with agonizing slowness. She teases at your clit for only a moment before repeating the slow drag, making you whine, pressing her head closer.Â
You feel the rumble of her laughter and god help you the vibrations feel amazing. Yet when you try to move your hips for more, her hands keep them pressed firmly to the leather seat.Â
Another threat sits on your lips that never comes to pass. With the last slow lick, she fastens her lips around your clit and sucks, hard. Itâs painful and wonderful and your back bows off the seat, hands scrambling for anything to clench into. The weeks have been long and you know youâre not going to last.Â
âIâm going to come.â You force out.Â
She laughs again. That, in combination with her attention focused solely on your clit, sends you straight over the edge. You feel wild, unhinged as your hips move without any guidance from your mind, chasing the waves of pleasure that make your every muscle go taut.Â
But when the pleasure subsides, Agnes doesnât stop. She pushes two fingers inside and curls them in that way you like so much. You clench around them, though you ache, not ready for more so soon.Â
âI canâtâPlease, I canât.â You beg.Â
âOne more, baby. You can give me that, canât you?âÂ
âI canât.âÂ
âYou can.âÂ
And you do. Her fingers know every inch of you well, her mind cataloging every spot that makes you whine, every move she performs that sends you over the edge. She calls on that knowledge as the pads of her fingers rub against that spot inside you with abandon until you canât breathe, shrieking and moaning loud enough that you worry someone will hear you miles away.Â
The pleasure tenses your body so tight that you worry the muscles will never relax again. It hurts in that delicious way only Agnes can bring out.Â
When you do relax, sheâs licking gently at you, collecting the flavor on her tongue and savoring it like a fine wine. You twitch. The hand you have in her hair pushes as you attempt to slide further onto the seat, away from her mouth.Â
âNo more,â you beg, âplease.âÂ
âAm I forgiven?âÂ
You laugh, breathless, âNot quite.âÂ
You tug her up wordlessly until the weight of her is draped over you. Itâs nice, comforting to feel her close. Her warmth helps fight against the cold biting at your lower half. Sighing, you bury your face in her neck, your hand coming up to lazily play with her hair.Â
Agnes accepts the touch. She traces little patterns on your hip over the nightgown, soft and quiet. You can still see the red and blue lights from your hiding place in her neck.Â
âWhy do you have the Chiefâs car?â You ask.Â
She scoffs, âMine broke down three hours into the shift. Had to call the Chief and walk all the way to his house to get the cruiser.âÂ
âWhat? Agnes, why didnât you call me?âÂ
âI wanted you to enjoy your night in, honey.âÂ
You think about arguing, but you recognize the exhaustion in her voice, and decide not to push itâfor now. Itâs an argument you can save for later.Â
âSo what was it, the battery? I thought we just replaced it.âÂ
âI think the old girl might just be done for. Weâve had her for a while.â Agnes shrugs.Â
âBut thatâs⌠we brought Nicky home in that car.â You whisper, chest aching.Â
Another piece of your lifeâconnected to your babyâthat you wonât get to keep. Agnes tenses, her breathing growing ragged, and you feel terrible; sheâs likely already thought about this the whole shift, spent all these hours remembering it alone. Thatâs why she didnât call youâshe didnât want to drag you bag into the deep end of the pain, too.Â
You press a gentle kiss to the side of her neck. No wonder she took the first opportunity to play with you, she needed the distraction.Â
âIâm sorry, my love.â You murmur.
âNot your fault, honey. These things happen.âÂ
She sounds less and less like herself with every moment. You donât want to shove the grief asideâthe grief counselor said that only made things worseâbut this isnât how you want to handle it; Agnes draped over your freshly-debauched form in the backseat of your car.Â
This is a conversation, a breakdown for home, where the two of you can take all the time you need to soak in the new loss. You need to distract her away from this.Â
âWill the force offer you one of their vehicles?âÂ
âYeah. They should.âÂ
âWhere did you break down?âÂ
âBy the bridge on Old Forest.âÂ
Perfect.Â
âLetâs give her a proper sendoff, then.âÂ
Agnes pauses. The look she gives you is questioning, as if not quite believing your suggestion, but she knows betterâknows youâre serious about this.Â
âAlright.âÂ
Which is how you find yourself halfway across town, on a back road with no streetlights, pulling off perilously close to a ditch. Agnes' car is unmistakable even in the darkâfrom the extra mirror on the hood reflecting the moonlight to the dent in the back bumper she never got fixed. You feel suddenly overwhelmed as you trace your fingers over the body.Â
So many memories, good and bad. Your late-night trysts in the back seat. Bringing Nicky home. The back seat full of his stinky sports gear. Agnesâ old case files winding up on the floor.Â
Agnes comes up and drapes her jacket over your shoulders. The warmth of her body has seeped into the cloth, now blocking out the chill in the air, âThis might not be the best idea.âÂ
You raise a brow, âCold feet, detective?âÂ
âMine are nice and warm. Yours, however...âÂ
She looks up and down your scantily-clad form with a worried furrow of her brow. Itâs sweet, but not needed.Â
âI donât think our plans will keep me anything but warm.â You smile, leaning back against the car while pulling Agnes close, until every inch of her is pressed against your front. Her hands settle on your hips as she kisses you with a softness belaying the vulnerability she still feels, âUnlock the car.âÂ
âHoneyââÂ
âAgnes, would you rather I went home?â You murmur.Â
âOf course not.âÂ
âThen what do you want?â
âBeats me.â
âYou know what I want?âÂ
Using your leverage against the vehicle, you draw one of your feet up the inside of Agnesâ leg, careful to press every part of yourself against her. Her warmth radiates through her flannel and jeans and you smile.Â
She raises a brow, âIâm sure I can guess.âÂ
âI want you to bend me over in the backseat of this car like you did that first time. You remember, donât you? How pissed you were that Iâd been teasing you for five dates.â You laugh at the memory, âYou couldnât even make it out of the restaurant parking lot.âÂ
âYou were so loud we almost got caught.â She recalls, voice low, gravelly.Â
âThereâs no one around to catch us now.âÂ
Agnes wraps one of her arms around your waist and uses it to tug you sideways, making quick work of unlocking the car. With the hand not on your waist, she opens the back door, and eases her jacket from your shoulders. She lays it out on the cold seats with the warm side up.Â
Not for the first time, youâre moved by her consideration of your comfort. It would be so easy for a partner to disregard the little things if it meant getting to the end goal faster; but not Agnes. You reward her with a long, slow kiss.Â
When she pulls away, thereâs a fond little smile on her lips. She pats your hip, âOn your hands and knees.âÂ
You obey without question. Crawling onto the backseat, youâre reminded of just how confined the space of a car is. You have to keep your head bowed so as not to hit your head on the roof. Itâll be worth your while, but you know the two of you will be feeling the adverse effects of this choice for days.Â
Agnes follows and shuts the door behind her. She works her way into the backseat until not a bit of space exists between the two of you. Every inch of her front is pressed against you, draped over you like a warm blanket. You push your backside back into her crotch, teasing.Â
âI shouldâve sent you home to get your purple.â You say.Â
âBe good and you can have my cock later.âÂ
Warm fingertips trail up the back of your thigh until they snake under the hem of your nightgown. The soothing heat of her touch is lovely compared to the bite of the cold air. You lean into it.Â
âYes, daddy.â You sigh.Â
Her body pulls away from yours and you turn, confused. A sharp slap to your backside makes your breath stutter, your core clenching around nothing. Your toes curl.Â
âInteresting that you want to be good now, when youâve been testing me all night.âÂ
âWhat can I say? Iâm motivated by rewards.âÂ
Youâre satisfied that Agnes seems to be in the moment, rather than locked up in the memories in her head. Intent on keeping it that way, you lean back into her, arching so you can match her entirely. Her muscles go taut and relax and being able to feel it makes you ravenous.Â
Two fingers push your ripped panties aside and begin to drag up your slit, teasing. It should be noted that you are trying to be good for her, offering the control she takes to so well. You like to think she can tell, too.Â
When she slips her fingers inside you without torturing you further, youâre sure she knows.Â
You push back, desperate. You want more of her and bad. Itâs as if the orgasms she gave you less than an hour ago never happened. Every muscle in your body quakes with the knowledge of what only Agnes can give you. And you want it so deeply that it threatens to bring tears to your eyes.Â
âPlease.â You beg without prompting, âPlease, more.âÂ
A split-second hesitation belays her surprise, but she does slip another finger inside, stretching you even wider. You canât stop how you move, nor the noises that come out of your mouth. You feel cursed with hunger only she can sate.Â
Itâs this car, this backseat, and the memories here that are driving you so mad. Itâs the life attached to it that you never thought you would get; a family, a future, a wife who loves you despite all the ugly parts others had run from. Itâs the years you havenât had to live out alone, the pain youâve shared. Itâs the fact that this act was once a beginning and now itâs an end.Â
Her lips press against the back of your neck, impossibly gentle, so unlike the role sheâs meant to be playing. Something inside you breaks.Â
âAgnesââ You choke out.Â
âItâs okay, honey.âÂ
You let go.Â
You let go from holding yourself backâfucking yourself on her fingers until you shriek with pleasure. You let go of the ball of emotions in your chest, of hunger and pleasure and guilt. You let go of the pain and let tears spill over onto your cheeks.Â
Itâs not the best orgasm youâve ever had, but it doesnât need to be. Itâs a goodbye to this piece of your life. Itâs an end. And it hurts just the same as it feels good to embrace the potential of something new.Â
Agnes holds you, steady as ever. You feel the dampness of her own tears on your neck.Â
You turn and lay on your back, welcoming the weight of her. You use your thumbs to wipe away the tears coming from her beautiful blue eyes.Â
âAm I forgiven, or do we have to go another round?â She asks.
You grin, not taking your hands from her face, âYouâre forgiven, my love.âÂ
âThank god.âÂ
Agnes drops her head until it rests on your chest. You laugh, extracting the hair tie so you can run your fingers through the length of it. Her arms wrap around you as much as they can.Â
She presses a kiss to your chest, over where your heart is. You gently work through a knot in between your fingers. The windows are clouded with perspiration. Beads of water reflect what little moonlight peeks through the trees. Moonlight or no, you know every dip and curve of your wifeâs form, and could identify every part of her without sight.Â
The stale coffee smell has worn off, replaced by the faint undertones of the cologne she wears each morning. Itâs deep and musky and comforting.Â
Maybe itâs the weight of her head on your chest in combination with the memories that makes you speak, âHave you ever thought about us trying again?âÂ
She tilts her head so she can look up into your eyes without lifting from her resting place. Her brows are furrowed.
âTrying again?â Â
The weight of her beautiful eyes on you almost makes you change the subject. These conversations are so much easier without that layer of intimacy. But youâve started something and youâll be damned if you donât finish it.Â
âTo be parents.â You whisper.Â
âIâm a little past due on that, baby.â Her smile is self-deprecating.Â
âIâm not.âÂ
âYou never wanted to carry. I remember that much.âÂ
âThat was then.â You continue smoothing through her hair, âNow⌠If you want to try again, Iâll do it. I want to do it.âÂ
You canât decipher the look in her eyes. She doesnât pull away, but sheâs tense.Â
âWe donât need to decide right now. We have time.âÂ
She nods, âAlright.âÂ
âYouâll still be daddy, even if you arenât my baby-daddy.âÂ
âThat was terrible.âÂ
It doesnât stop her from grinning, nor does it stop you from laughing. Something in the tension eases. You canât lean down and kiss her like this, so you press a kiss to the pads of your fingers, and press them to her lips. She nips at them playfully.Â
The quiet is nice, but you can feel the cold settling into your bones. You need to be back in a heated car before you get sick.Â
âWhen is your shift over?âÂ
âIn a few hours.âÂ
You nod, figuring out what time sheâll come home and how it fits into your schedule, âI have nothing after work if you want me to make good on those orgasms I owe you.âÂ
âI look forward to it.âÂ
It takes some time, but you and Agnes manage to untangle yourselves and worm your way out of the back seat. She sits, keeping you wrapped in her coat, until the inside of your own car is nice and warm. That earns her a few lingering kisses.Â
She trails you on the drive home before speeding off to do god knows what during the last few hours of her shift. And when you fall asleepâalready feeling soreâan eagerness sets in your chest of what awaits. With an end, a new beginning.Â
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Party time đđĽłđ
Of course Angelou decided to dress up as the biggest hero - Daddy!
Also featuring Velma & Shaggy, David Bowie, Elton John and Agnes Crumplebottom.
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SOMEDAY IT WILL ALL BE OKAY ⢠MAX VERSTAPPEN
pairing: max verstappen x driver!reader (platonic)
summary: watching kevin and his daughter, laura, playing together at the paddock makes you emotional as you remember the love that you never get to receive growing up. max is here to remind you that your past doesn't define you, and one day you will be okay.
tags: angst, hurt/comfort, daddy issues, mentions of absent parent
word count: 3.1k
author's notes: based on the real-life event of me tearing up when i saw that video of kmag's daughter playing with his visor. healing my own daddy issues one fic at a time :)
(image is not mine)
âââââââ シ ・ďžâ: *.â˝ .* :âďž. âââââââ
Kevin Magnussen is a great dad.
People can say whatever they want about his driving â aggressive and maybe a little dangerous sometimes â but there is no denying that he is an amazing father who puts his daughters above all else. The Dane is always joking about how his two little troublemakers have been giving him a constant headache, but the rest of the grid knows that he would do just about anything for his girls.
Occasionally, Louise likes bringing Laura and Agnes to the track to see their dad at work. Being a Formula 1 driver with all the hectic schedules and non-stop traveling means that family time together can often be difficult to come by, so Kevin cherishes all the time he gets to be as present in their lives as possible.Â
The drivers all love it when the Magnussens visit the track, not only because Laura and Agnes are the sweetest little angels ever, but also because they get to witness the rare sight of Kevin âtough guyâ Magnussen shedding his hard exterior and tease him about the heartwarmingly softer side he displays to his family.Â
And while you would never admit this out loud, somewhere residing deep within you is envious â envious of this kind of love that you never got to receive. Sometimes when you look at Kevin interacting with his daughters â just sometimes â you find yourself wondering what it would be like to have a father who is present, who genuinely cares, who loves you with everything they have so much that you never have to doubt your worthiness.
シ ・ďžâ: *.â˝ .* :âďž.
You were standing with a few other drivers at the track, idly chatting about the upcoming race and your holiday plans now that the winter break is right around the corner when Kevin suddenly saunters nearby, holding the hand of the most adorable little girl. âLaura, come say hi!â he kneels down and says to her, sporting the biggest and most loving smile on his face as his daughter gives a shy little wave to the crowd of drivers before her.
âHey there, Laura,â you wave at her, settling on a simple greeting since you have never been particularly great with children. âHello, little one!â Lando greets with a wide grin as he offers Laura a fist bump, and the girl explodes into giggles when he pretends to yelp in pain at how hard Laura fist-bumped him. Classic Lando â always so good with kids.
âSheâs got quite the punch, doesnât she?â Kevin jokes while he chuckles at the sight, admiring the joyous smile on Lauraâs face with the tenderest gaze he only reserves for his daughter. Becoming a father is the best thing that has happened to him, and he thanks the stars every day for being blessed with such precious gifts of life. Laura and Agnes â his biggest pride and joy.
âHere to be dadâs little assistant, Laura?â Max asks, his nose scrunching up in an adoring smile like the way it always does when he speaks to Penelope. The little girl nods bashfully before running to hide behind her dad, holding onto his hands as if he is her safe place, her rock.
Kevin laughs at his daughterâs endearing shyness, picks her up and envelops her in his embrace before placing a kiss on her rosy, chubby cheeks. âYouâre the best assistant in the entire world,â he whispers softly, adoration swimming in his eyes while Laura lets out a giggle at her fatherâs words. The drivers around them cannot help but smile along with them â how can they not at such a heartwarming sight?Â
Yet watching Kevinâs doting smiles and the way he looks at his daughter as if she is his entire universe, the initial warm fuzziness within you silently morphs into a dull ache that squeezes at your heart â an odd yet familiar feeling you know all too well. Despite your best efforts to push them away, your mind becomes clouded with hazy memories of the past â the painful past that has broken you and haunted you for years.
In the fogged-up memories of your childhood days, you were never at the receiving end of such an affectionate gaze. The only way your father has ever looked at you was indifference, annoyance, and a sense of uncaringness that tore your little heart up into pieces and left you wondering what you did wrong to be so undeserving of the fatherly love you yearned for.Â
He never picked you up and hugged you as if you were a fragile treasure that he cherished. He never held your hand in a way that made you feel safe and certain that nothing could ever harm you because he would be your shield, protecting you from the world and its merciless cruelty. He never once made you feel loved and cared for, ignoring your attempts to gain his validation and approval because he loved himself and his ego more than he would ever love you.Â
When you received good grades at school and showed him your report card with the rows of Aâs, hoping that it would help you get his approval, he didnât praise you. In fact, he didnât bother saying anything. He simply gave you a half-hearted nod before shifting his attention back to the damned television screen in front of him, some uninteresting TV show that never should have mattered more than his daughter. So you stuffed the tear-stained report card back into your school bag, uncaring that it got crushed and crumpled, because in the end your hard work and effort didnât matter. It never did.
When you had a rough day at school and came home with tears running down your cheeks, your father looked at you for a second, rolled his eyes and walked away. So that night you cried yourself to sleep as you soaked through your pillows with your wallowing tears, wishing that your dad could wrap you in his arms and tell you that everything would be okay. You knew that he could hear your sobs across the hallway, but chose to ignore you anyway. You wondered if he hated you that much, or was it simply because he never even cared to begin with?
And when he finally gathered all his belongings and disappeared from your life once and for all, you surprised yourself when you didnât cry at the sight of the now-empty house. You had just felt empty and lonely â so painstakingly lonely. The kind of loneliness that seeped into your bones and slithered along your veins and consumed your soul.Â
As you grew older, you became familiarized with that emptiness â comfortable with it even. You begin to find yourself pushing people away when they get too close, keeping most at arm's length because that seems like the safest option, breaking your own heart before others can do it because you never want to experience the same heartbreak your father has put you through.
Despite how painful it is, you hold onto that loneliness like a lifeline because how could you not when thatâs the only thing you know? How could you love when you donât even know what it feels like?
Even though it had been years since your dad had left, the emptiness he had left behind never seemed to fade away. They say time heals all wounds, but you call that bullshit, because then why does it still hurt like a fresh stab into the heart?Â
Too deep in your storm of thoughts, you donât realize the tears brimming in your glossy eyes and the way your lips quiver ever so slightly. âHey⌠you okay there?â Charles, who is standing beside you, gives you an affectionate pat on the shoulders and whispers hushedly in your ear, worried at your sudden change in demeanor. Quickly nodding your head, you answer him with the best smile you can manage, âYeah, just remembering some things.â
While most of the drivers still have their focus on Kevin and Laura, a few have also noticed your red-rimmed eyes and quietness. âWhatâs wrong?â Lando mouths the question silently toward you, eyes wide in concern as he tries not to shift everybodyâs attention toward you. You shake your head and mouth ânothingâ in reply to him as discreetly as possible, not wanting to ruin the groupâs mood with your sudden sentiments.Â
As much as you want to stay, you simply need to get away for a moment to recollect your thoughts. âUh â Thereâs something I need from my driverâs room, so Iâm gonna head off,â you hurriedly blink away the tears and put on the best smile â a skill you learned to master after years of being in the publicâs eye. You hope that the excuse you just blurted out is somewhat believable, and you quickly disappear into the distance after your fellow drivers bid you goodbye.Â
While making a beeline for your driver's room, you cannot help but feel so embarrassed, so guilty for the sudden burst of emotions that erupted in your chest moments ago. âWhat is wrong with me?â you mumble hushedly to yourself as you make your way to the garage â irritated and beyond annoyed at yourself that the mere sight of Kevin with his daughter is enough to bring you to tears.Â
This isnât something new to you. It isnât the first time a good father-daughter relationship has made you tear up. Movies, TV shows, song lyrics â you always get so emotional when you allow yourself to get lost in your thoughts, thinking too deeply about the painful reminders of the love that you never have.Â
It makes you feel stupid, because how broken do you have to be that trivial things like these are enough to make you cry? And it makes you feel scared, so utterly scared, because what if you were too broken to ever be capable of loving someone this much, too damaged to ever receive love despite yearning for it, and end up pushing away everyone who cares about you for the rest of your life.
When you arrive at your driver's room, you take a seat in the corner, breathing in and out while the self-blaming thoughts inside your head spiral in full force. This is so stupid, you are being stupid, and you hate yourself for being a fool and letting your past trauma affect you like this. Why were you even crying? There is nothing to be crying for. Stop. You need to stop.
Then you hear someone calling your name, voice faint and soft behind the door â Max. âYou feeling okay?â he asks, and your delayed response and trembling voice as you answer him, âIâm fine.â are a clear enough indicator that you are far from okay. âAlright, Iâm gonna come in now.â A sigh of mixed emotions falls from your lips â annoyance that you never seem to be able to lie to the man, and gratefulness that he always understands what you really need, and right now it is the company of your best friend.
âHey, kiddo,â he says to you, eyebrows ceasing in sadness when he notices the expression on your face. Max hates seeing you like this, especially knowing the reason behind your tears is your absent father â someone who will never be worthy of having you cry over him.Â
You wipe your eyes with the sleeve of your race suit, guilt weighing heavily on your chest as you apologize, âIâm sorry⌠I didnât mean to ruin the mood back there. Did the other drivers notice?â Max shakes his head with a frown, refusing to let you blame yourself for something you should never feel guilty for. âYou donât have to be sorry, you did nothing wrong.â
âI donât even know why I am crying, honestly. Why am I still so angry and sad after all these years? Itâs like⌠am I always going to be like this, broken? Will the hurt ever go away?â you explain truthfully to him while trying to piece your muddle-up thoughts together, yet you struggle to put them into words. How can you begin to explain the years of trauma your dad has left behind? How can you describe the mess of emotions you have for him â the hatred, the resentment, and the fact that you still love and miss him so much even after everything he has done to you?
You donât need to, because Max understands, he always does. One of the reasons why you two became close quickly is because you share a similar, troubled past â something that is rather unfortunate to bond over, you would argue, but it brings you a great friend nonetheless. Maxâs father isnât exactly absent like yours â Jos Verstappen is still quite prominent in his life, along with his abusive and manipulative ways of raising his kids which he would vehemently deny and claims to be âtough loveâ instead.
Even though he is there, it doesnât change the painful truth that the presence of his father has ruined Max. For years, he thought being violent was the way to solve problems because his dad always seemed to be able to solve his with his fist. He used to believe that you had to be perfect to be deserving of good things in life because he grew up with the punishment of âno dinnerâ if he had performed poorly in a race. He didnât know if he would ever be capable of loving someone, and then he met Kelly and Penelope.
âYou know⌠when I first met Penelope, I was terrified. I was scared that I could never be a good enough father figure for her, that I was too ruined to show her the love she deserved to have. But then I saw her, and then I realized I love her more than anything,â he confesses as he places himself to sit beside you, a reminiscent smile dancing on his lips while he remembers his first time meeting Penelope, the little girl who has become his family.
He remembers the suffocating fear of ending up like his father when he first held the hands of little Penelope, mind plagued with all the horrible what-ifs. What if he was a terrible dad? What if he couldnât ever love Penelope? What if he was just like Jos Verstappen and ended up destroying her childhood with his anger and temper the way his dad had with his?
Then Penelope gave him a sweet smile, her tiny hand holding onto his pinky as she looked into his eyes with such trust and comfort, as if she knew that Max would love her more than anything in the world. Max genuinely thought he was going to cry, his heart surging with an overwhelming amount of love and determination to protect the little girl in front of her and give her the home she and Kelly deserve to have, and thatâs when he knew that he had nothing to be afraid of â that he was going to do better than his father.
âListen, kiddo. Time doesnât heal all wounds, it just makes the pain bearable. But there will be a day when your wound will still be there â it always will be there â but the pain and the hatred will no longer consume you. And you will realize that you can be better and stronger than your past, that you can break the cycle, that you are deserving of such unconditional love too.â You listen quietly to your best friendâs answer, exhaling a relieved sigh at the words you so desperately need to hear, giving you hope that despite all your trauma, one day you will be able to love with such certainty as well.
You are never too broken to love or be loved. You are not damaged goods that need repairing. You are not a monster for being intimidated by love and affection, for pushing people away even though you want more than anything for them to stay. You just need to allow yourself to heal from the hurtful past, to understand that your past trauma does not define you. You need to allow yourself to feel, to accept the depths of your emotions, to understand that your sadness and anger are always valid. You need to believe that you will be better than your father, that you will not follow in his footsteps, and that you deserve to be loved just as much as anyone else.Â
Feeling sentimental over this doesnât make you stupid or a fool, it just makes you human. It is okay to cry over it, to be sad over it, as long as you remember that one day â while things will never be perfect â it will certainly get better.Â
âYouâre gonna be okay,â Max tells you with a smile, reaching for your hand to give it a comforting squeeze, and you believe him. For once in a very long time, you genuinely believe that everything is going to be okay. The impact your father has on you will always be there. You can never wipe away the hurt and awful things he has done to you, nor can you simply erase the simultaneous love and hatred you hold for him, but one day you will learn to move on and find closure, and you are going to be okay, just like Max said.
There is a knock on the door, and you can hear your name being called again, this time in the soft and squeaky voice of a little girl. âIâm here,â you answer, and peeking behind the gap in the door is Laura with a cheeky grin on her face. Kevin leads her inside your driver's room with an apologetic smile, âHey, sorry⌠Laura says she wants to play with you and insists that I bring her here.âÂ
You watch as Laura crawls up into the seat next to you and Max, looking at you with the brightest toothy little grin ever, and your lips begin pulling up into a huge smile as well. âIs it okay if she plays here for a while? Iâve got a team meeting in 5 and she never likes coming to thoseâŚâ Kevin asks apologetically before relief floods his expression when you answer him, âIt would be lovely to have a little playdate with Laura.â
âAlrighty, see you later little one,â Kevin leans down to place a kiss on his daughterâs head, reminding her to be a good kid when he is away for the meeting, and you smile at the sight. Not an envious one, or a reminiscent one, but one of contentment because you know that one day you will be able to receive and give such unconditional love to someone too.
Someday, it will be okay. You will be okay.
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Agi Says It's Starlight. Right Now.
And here's a little fic under the cut ;)
Estinien Varlineau knew something was off when she received a package at the Mist house, let out a scream of joy, and ran upstairs.
Perhaps âoffâ is the wrong word. âDeeply concernedâ is more accurate. âUnsettlingâ works too.
âMummyâs planning something, Es.â He muttered, watching their daughter crawl in circles around him. âSheâs got thatâŚlook. You know the one.â
Esme continued to babble happily.
âAye, sheâs up no good I agree.â Crossing his scarred arms over his chest, he smiled at their daughter.
âOH MY FUCKING GODS! LOVE, YOU MUST SEE THIS!â Agnes yelled as she bounded down the stairs. Esme stopped crawling and squealed, pointing at her mother.
Estinien froze.
She sauntered to him wearing her very short Starlight dress that shows off her Starlight ham thighs but instead of the usual tights and boots, she had on reindeer hooves, mittens, and antlers. With a bloody red nose, for Furyâs sake. âItâs that time of year again, my grumpy dragon.â She practically sang and did a twirl for him. âDoesnât Mummy look so pretty, Esme? And donât worry, my little love, I have a dress and accessories for you too!â She picked up the baby (is she still a baby if sheâs over a summer old?) and cooed at her. âYouâre going to look so fucking cute in your Starlight outfit. Even more than last year!â Turning to her husband, she giggled. âOh dear, I think your father needs a moment.â
Varlineau, this isnât all bad. On the positive side youâve got Agi in a hot dress showing off her legs and thighs. Her tits look amazing in everything she wears. She is, as always, undeniably adorable and pretty.
On the other hand, Starlight is her favorite holiday, and she lets literally everyone, man and creature alike, know it. She bakes a billion things, but few of them are ours. And fuckâŚsheâs going to make me dress up.
âI can see the wheels creaking along in your head, love.â Agnes teased and gave Esmeâs tummy a tickle.
His face was in his hands as she laughed. âAgi, you know I love you so muchâŚbut itâs not even the month of Starlight!! We barely just got over All Saintsâ Wake!â
Agnes smiled ruefully. âWell, I did promise myself that this year would be more relaxed than last year. Starlight Eve and the day itself itâll just be the three of us.â She frowned and kissed Esmeâs head. âI know so much of last year was overwhelming for you. I-IâŚyou should enjoy it in your own way, and I shouldnât accept every invitation I receive.â
I truly am the luckiest man on the star. Estinien lifted his head and for a second, admired his wife. There are none more blessed than I. Because of her. All because of her.
âLove?â
He blinked, shoving his hands into his pockets. âSorry. Was just thinking,â he smirked as he walked and circled her. With his lips against an ear, he whispered, âThinking about how beautiful you are, my angel.â And give her a nice ass tap. As a treat!
Giggling, she rolled her eyes. âGods, you are something else, Estinien. So grateful to be free during Starlight and so turned on by your wife in a Starlight reindeer ensemble. What a combination!â Agnes gave him a quick peck before handing him Esme. âThough I should say technically it wonât be the three of us.â Her eyes are twinkling. Whatâs she planned? âItâll be the five of us.â
He raised an eyebrow. âFive? Your mother andâŚ?â
Aymeric?
Yâshtola?
Waters? No, he wouldnât come without Urianger.
Gâraha?
Not Little Lord Alphinaud and Alisaie.
TATARU??!?!
Her hands rested on her soft belly. âFive. Weâre having twins, love. Yâshtola saw two little balls of aether this time.â She smiled at him just like she did when I proposed. Fury, how radiant she was then and continues to be. âOur little family isnât going to be not so little anymore.â
Glancing at Esme, who was staring back up at him with the cutest fucking smile in the world, he grinned. âYou hear that, Es? Youâre going to be a big sister twice! How about that, eh?â I MADE TWINS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Wrinkling her nose, she removed the reindeer headband and put her glasses back on. âI think sheâs very excitedâŚbut what about you?â
He grunted. âWoman, as if you have to ask. Iâm very happy, my sweet.â I. MADE. TWINS. They shared a brief kiss and then Estinien laughed heartily as Esme giggled. âEs, Mummyâs having twins! Could she tell what they are?â
She shook her head. âNot yet, love. In another moon or so I think. Why, do you have any preferences?â
âNay, only that theyâre healthy. We could have a dozen sons or daughters, it matters not. The only thing that matters is you. Youâre the one having them after all.â He looked at Esme. âMummy has them, so Mummy decides when sheâs done having them. Got it, little one?â
His wife chuckled. âOh good gods, itâs never too early to teach that I suppose. Hey,â she offered him a warm smile. âI love you.â
âAs I ever love you.â Always and forever, Agi.
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