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#I'm still a long hair shouto believer but he looks so much like natsuo it's cute :)#horikoshi really said nonbinary rights with kaminari. denki is serving the cunty little scene mullet#bnha#mha#bnha spoilers#bnha 431#denki kaminari#shouto todoroki#them together#hmmmmmm....... yum#manga leaks#bnha manga spoilers#bnha epilogue
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#tko_art#hmmmmmm idk how i feel about it#i kept looking back n forth between real time canvas and live streaming canvas#the live streaming canvas looks so much better hahaha#it's because u can't see the details#it looks good a bit of a distance away#but anyway#shrug#no more nitpicking#okay maybe a teeny bit but#pupil needs to be more squished#also lets not talk about the upper lid TOT#really love the pinks of the skin#yum
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honestly i think chuuya shooting dazai in places other than his head is also proof of his awareness. like, fyodor said to take him out. if chuuya was purely following orders, why would he take these extra shots? that's just wasting bullets, yknow? no, he had a purpose there. either to "punish" dazai for drowning him, or to create those craters in the wall, as if to show fyodor he hasn't swapped the gun for smth else...? i dunno. as others already pointed out, other than the forehead, he shot him in non-lethal places or even in places that won't even harm him beyond losing relatively little blood, so he's definitely conscious enough for that
this, in addition to being conscious enough for dazai to provoke him into almost punching him, is p much confirmation for me that chuuya is at least somewhat aware of what he's doing, and therefore yeah he's def working with dazai here somehow
#all that being said. I'm enjoying all the comics where he comes to his senses only to see dazai dead by his hand. yum yum yum i love angst#but yeah these are my takes and I'm 99.9999999% sure of them both:#1 dazai isn't gonna die 2 chuuya is aware enough to resist the brainwashing effect of vampirism and to disobey fyodor's orders#dare i say he also looks way more normal than he has at first?? no longer hissing or sweating... hmmmmmm#maybe the water washed some of the brainwashing off :P#i also like the theory abt the mafia staying vampires after this arc but like. conscious. so he might be an example of what it'd be like?#now I'm just rambling sorry hehehe
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should i go back to sleep or actually eat something before work
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hmmmmmm…
*places a bowl of green marshmallow fluff on the ground*
Why is my first instinct to eat that….
*Mind looks around a tad before trying some.*
Oooo yum! WAIT NO-
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21: what is a popular kink you hate/just don't get?
The nsfw ask sheet is below the previous answered ask x
I hate Tumblr and it propensity to Just not show me things
Butttt to answer the question
Hmmmmmm my answer to this used to be piss but then I transed too hard and now I get it.
Hmmmm honestly I can't think of pretty much any popular kink I haven't tried and liked, I mean they're popular for a reason
I mean feet maybe, like I'm not a fan myself but also I think it's adorable when someone likes my feet, in a kinda generalised adoration kink for me receiving that stuff.
Not massively in to things like like musky heavy scents for myself but again if someone likes my smells I'm not gonna yuk their yum
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THE FILTH IS IMMACULATE AND SO YUMMY HMM HMM HMMMMMM licking my fingers clean yum
Neighbourly Care part 2 (NSFW)
Pairing: Agatha Harkness x Rio Vidal x Reader
Summary: You try to forget the night with your neighbours by going on dates, but it doesn't go as planned. It goes better ;)
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Your hot MILF neighbours see you on a date and get jealous so they fuck you again
Warnings: 18+ MDNI, smut, switch mommy Agatha, top daddy Rio, both are possessive, strap-ons, oral, double penetration, marking, degredation & praise kink, spanking, choking, orgasm denial, good bit of aftercare at the end
Words: 5.5k
A/N: If you thought it couldn't get any hornier you are very very mistaken. It is so much filthier than part 1
AO3 | Part 1 | Master List
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Warmth envelops you as consciousness seeps back into your mind. A subtle, sweet scent lingers in the air—a mix of flowers and something distinctly comforting. You stir, the remnants of your dream still vivid: your impossibly hot neighbours had swept you off your feet, indulging in a passionate embrace and fucking you so good you’re pretty sure you died. The nights you dream of them are always that little bit better. Smiling, you let out a satisfied sigh, tugging the soft, firm thing in your arms closer. Must be a pillow, you think lazily, nuzzling into its warmth.
"Good morning, sweetheart," a familiar voice chuckles.
Your eyes snap open.
Agatha.
Not a pillow.
Not a dream...
You’re curled against her side, your head resting snugly on her stomach. She’s propped up slightly, her body warm and soft beneath you. An arm is draped around you, her hand brushing soothing strokes up and down your back as though it’s the most natural thing in the world. In her other hand, she holds a book, but as you blink up at her, she smiles and gently closes it, setting it aside.
"Mornin'," you mumble, your voice thick with sleep. You barely resist the urge to bury your face back into her, your cheeks burning as the realisation of last night fully dawns on you.
Agatha leans down and kisses the top of your head. The simple gesture sends warmth flooding through you. She tilts your chin up gently, her eyes twinkling with something unreadable. "Your clothes from yesterday have been washed and dried," she says, her voice soft and matter-of-fact. "And Rio’s in the kitchen making breakfast for us."
Before you can respond, Rio strides into the room, three mugs of coffee balanced expertly in her hands. She hands one to Agatha with a quick peck on her lips, then holds another out to you.
"Morning, sleepyhead," she says with a teasing grin, her tone impossibly warm.
"Thanks," you mumble, taking the coffee. She slides onto the bed beside you, lifting an arm and raising an expectant brow.
"Shift over," Rio says, wiggling her fingers invitingly.
"Hey! I was enjoying the warmth," Agatha protests, mock-affronted.
"Yeah, well, you’ve been enjoying it for the past couple hours," Rio shoots back.
"Hours?!" you exclaim, heat rising to your cheeks again as you sit up, coffee clutched between your hands.
"Well, yes," Agatha says lightly. "You were clearly very tired." She doesn’t elaborate, her smile mysterious, and Rio just hums in agreement, leaning back against the headboard as she pulls you snugly against her side.
—
The three of you share a leisurely breakfast in the kitchen—pancakes, eggs, and endless cups of coffee. Agatha and Rio exchange easy, affectionate banter, occasionally roping you into the conversation. They’re warm and welcoming, making you feel at home despite the lingering butterflies in your stomach.
"We were thinking of taking you out today," Agatha says as you finish the last of your coffee. "Just something casual. Then we’ll drop you off at the train station later."
Rio nods. "Sound good?"
You blink, momentarily startled by their kindness. "Yeah," you say softly. "Thanks."
They wave it off, smiling, and you excuse yourself to get changed into your freshly laundered clothes.
—
The day unfolds with relaxed simplicity. First, they take you to a cosy bookshop tucked into a quiet side street. Rio pulls a ridiculous rom-com novel off the shelf and insists on reading the blurb aloud, much to Agatha’s exasperation. Next, you stroll through a park, the crisp air filling your lungs as you wander past street performers and families enjoying their weekend. They buy you a coffee from a nearby cart, Agatha teasing you when you nearly spill it on yourself.
Afterward, they take you to a charming little boutique, where Agatha insists you try on a scarf that matches your eyes. “Perfect,” she declares, adjusting it around your neck with a soft smile.
By lunchtime, they lead you to a small, bustling restaurant with mismatched chairs and walls covered in framed photographs. The food is delicious—warm and filling—and the conversation flows easily. It feels surreal, sitting across from the two of them as if you’ve known them forever.
As the meal winds down, Agatha pulls your phone out of your hand. "We’re putting our numbers in," she announces, typing quickly, before sliding the phone to Rio, who does the same.
"We already have yours," Rio says, her voice warm. "If you ever need anything—anything at all—just give us a call or shoot us a text."
You nod, touched, and tuck the phone back into your pocket.
—
The drive to the train station feels bittersweet. They both walk you to the platform, hugging you when the train approaches.
"Thank you," you say again, your voice earnest as you meet their gazes.
Agatha’s smile is soft, her eyes lingering on you. "Take care, sweetheart."
"Don’t be a stranger," Rio adds, nudging your arm.
You wave goodbye as you board the train, watching them until they disappear from view. The train begins to move, and you sink into your seat, warmth blooming in your chest. You’re not sure what last night meant—or if you’ll ever fully understand it—but you know one thing for certain: you’ll never forget it.
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It’s been five weeks since that weekend, and they still occupy your every thought. The scent of them in the air, the warmth of their arms, the gentle cadence of their laughter—it all plays on a loop in your mind. You’ve gone on a few dates with other people since then, trying to distract yourself, but nothing compares. Nothing satisfies.
A few nights ago, things hit a new low. In the midst of a heated hookup, as your date left a mark on your neck, you’d moaned Rio’s name. Somehow, you managed to laugh it off and keep going, but minutes later, when Agatha’s name slipped out, the whole thing came to an abrupt halt. You were left flustered, wet, and unsatisfied—wanting Rio and Agatha with a desperate ache you couldn’t shake.
You’ve thought about texting them. A thousand messages drafted and then deleted. What would you even say? They haven’t messaged you, either, you think. Were they waiting for you? Or was that weekend nothing more than a fun, fleeting indulgence for them—a way to “mix things up,” as Agatha had casually put it?
Tonight, you’re determined to move on.
As you finish getting ready, you remind yourself to put them out of your mind. Your new date seems funny enough, and meeting them at a trendy bar feels like a step in the right direction. You’re going to have fun tonight. You’re going to be present.
—
The bar is loud and bustling, neon lights reflecting off polished surfaces. You try to focus on your date, but within minutes, it’s clear they’re not who you hoped they’d be. Their jokes are flat, their smile forced, and they’ve been unreasonably rude to the waitstaff. You make a mental note to leave as soon as politeness allows.
Then you see Agatha and Rio walk in, commanding the room without even trying. They’re magnetic, glowing under the low lighting, and your heart stumbles in your chest. What are they doing here? You’ve never seen them around before; okay, yes, they only live a few hours drive away, but their sudden appearance feels like a sign, though you’re unsure of what.
Agatha’s gaze sweeps across the room and lands on you. Her brows lift slightly, and a smirk tugs at her lips. Rio follows her line of sight, her expression shifting to something warmer—though there’s a flicker of irritation when her eyes land on your date. They exchange a look, and then both of them start making their way over.
Your date notices your distraction and huffs. “You gonna stop staring and pay attention to me, or...” Their tone is sharp, and they snap their fingers in your face.
Before you can reply, Agatha and Rio arrive at your table, flanking you on either side.
"Well, hello there," Agatha purrs, her voice warm but laced with something sharper. She leans in slightly, brushing her fingers lightly over your shoulder. "Fancy seeing you here."
Rio crosses her arms, her gaze fixed on your date. “Interesting company you’re keeping tonight,” she says, her tone neutral but her eyes anything but.
Your date bristles, clearly annoyed. “Who the hell are you two?”
Agatha straightens, her smile cool. “Friends. Good friends.” Her hand lingers on the back of your chair, fingers drumming casually but possessively.
Rio, meanwhile, focuses on you, her brow furrowed in faint concern. “You okay here?”
Your date scoffs. “We were just fine until you two showed up.”
Agatha chuckles, the sound low and dangerous. “Is that so?” Her gaze shifts to you, her expression softening just slightly. “Doesn’t look that way to me.”
Caught between them, you feel a mix of relief and embarrassment. You start to protest, trying to play it cool. “Guys, it’s fine. I—”
Agatha cuts you off, her voice firm but not unkind. “Sweetheart, we could see you weren’t enjoying yourself from across the room.”
Rio nods, her hand brushing against your arm. “You’re more than welcome to join us instead.”
Your date mutters something under their breath that sounds suspiciously like “fucking bitches," but Agatha and Rio ignore them entirely, their focus solely on you. The weight of their attention is overwhelming, and before you can fully process it, Agatha has her arm around your shoulder, guiding you out of your seat. Rio follows closely, her presence solid and reassuring.
—
They take you to an upscale restaurant, one far fancier than anywhere you’d normally go. You hesitate at the entrance, your protests spilling out in a rush. “This is too much—I can’t afford—”
“Our treat,” Agatha interrupts smoothly, holding the door open with a smile as Rio guides you forward, her hand firmly pushing on the small of your back.
The staff greets them by name—clearly they are regulars—and they lead the three of you to a cosy corner table. The atmosphere is intimate, the low lighting casting a golden glow. Over starters and mains, the tension between you shifts. What started as awkwardness melts into something electric.
Agatha and Rio tease you gently, their words laced with warmth and playful innuendo. Rio brushes her hand over yours when she reaches for the salt, and Agatha’s gaze lingers on your lips when you speak. The air between you crackles, the chemistry undeniable.
By the time dessert rolls around, you’re scratching absently at your neck, pulling the collar of your top aside. You don’t notice their gazes locking on the faint hickey, but you do feel the subtle shift in the room’s energy. Rio’s hand tightens on her wife’s thigh, and Agatha’s smile takes on a sharper edge.
Their questions come fast and pointed. “So, you’ve clearly been busy making friends since we last saw you?” Agatha asks, her tone deceptively casual.
Rio leans in, her eyes piercing. “What made you pick tonight’s winner?”
You stammer through answers, feeling their scrutiny like a physical touch. The intensity of their attention is both unnerving and thrilling.
Excusing yourself to the restroom, you take a moment to breathe. But as you wash your hands, the door opens, and Agatha steps inside. She leans against the counter beside you, her gaze heavy.
“Rio’s paying the bill,” she says, her voice low. Then her eyes drop to your neckline. “What’s this?” She tugs lightly at your collar, revealing the faint mark.
Heat floods your cheeks. “I—it’s nothing.”
She doesn’t respond, just steps closer, her hand brushing your arm. “We told you,” she murmurs, her voice dropping, “if you needed anything, you should call us.”
“I thought you meant a ride or—”
Her lips cut off your protest, the kiss firm and possessive. When she pulls back, her hand lingers on your arm, her eyes dark with intent. "Come,” she insists.
The air is thick with tension as Agatha’s hand wraps firmly around your bicep, her grip unyielding but not harsh. She leads you out of the bathroom without a word, and the sight of Rio waiting outside sends a fresh wave of heat through your body. Rio’s dark, smouldering gaze meets yours, and without hesitation, she steps forward, flanking you as Agatha moves to the other side.
The three of you walk in silence, their presence commanding, leaving no room for anything but anticipation. They don’t speak, and neither do you; trailing just behind them, your mind races. The click of their shoes on the pavement echoes in your ears, their hands brushing your arms or back every so often, steadying you, anchoring you.
—
When you reach a hotel, the atmosphere shifts. They lead you through the grand entrance, past a curious concierge, and into the waiting elevator. The doors close, and the small space amplifies everything—Agatha’s scent, Rio’s presence, the sheer weight of their eyes on you.
Agatha moves first, her hands gripping your waist as she pulls you to her. “We told you to call us,” she murmurs against your ear, her voice low and commanding, her fingers digging into your sides just enough to make you shiver.
Rio joins in, her hand finding its way to the back of your neck. “Yet, there you were, clinging to some asshole,” she growls, her tone laced with irritation and something much darker. Her fingers tighten, forcing you to meet her gaze.
The elevator dings, the sound barely registering as they usher you out, their hands firm and guiding. They walk you down the plushly carpeted hallway, their pace unrelenting, and when they reach the room, Agatha pulls out the key card with practiced ease. The door swings open, and you’re all but pushed inside.
The air in the room feels charged, the door clicking shut behind you like the finality of a lock. You barely have a moment to take in your surroundings before they close in on you.
“You were supposed to ask us,” Agatha says, her voice sharp as she steps closer, her eyes blazing. “For anything. For everything.”
Rio crosses her arms, her jaw set tight. “Instead, we find that you’ve been busy making friends,” she demands, her tone snearing at the final word.
You stumble over your words, your pulse racing. “I—I wasn’t trying to— It’s just, I couldn’t stop thinking about you, and I thought maybe—”
“Maybe what?” Agatha snaps, cutting you off. “That you could distract yourself by throwing yourself at the first person who looked at you?”
“Yes! Wait, no!” You stammer. “All of the dates were just distractions, but none of them could get you guys out of my head.” You knew instantly you had messed up.
Rio’s eyes narrow. “All of the dates?” She repeats, her voice artificially soft.
“Uhhh… yeah, there’s been more than who you saw tonight,” you admit weakly, instantly regretting it when Agatha’s eyes flash with something dangerous.
“Clearly,” Rio hisses, stepping closer. Her hand shoots out, gripping your face firmly and tilting your head up so you can’t escape her gaze. “You are nothing but a common whore. I mean, just look at your neck.”
Agatha’s voice joins in, smooth and biting. “You’re ours. Don’t you get it? Ours. Not theirs, not anyone else’s.”
Your breath hitches, and you nod as best you can with Rio’s hand still holding your face. “Yes,” you whisper.
“Yes, what?” Rio prompts, her tone sharp.
“Y-yes, Mommy,” you manage, the words tumbling out before you can stop them.
The effect is immediate. Rio’s lips crash against yours, the kiss claiming and consuming. Her fingers dig into your jaw, holding you in place as her tongue sweeps over yours, leaving you dizzy and breathless.
Then Agatha’s voice fills the space, low and possessive.
“We’re not sharing you with anyone else,” she declares, her presence suddenly behind you. Her hands snake around your waist, pulling you flush against her as her mouth finds the mark on your neck. She bites down, hard enough to make you gasp into Rio’s mouth, and then she soothes the sting with her tongue before sucking hard, ensuring her mark overlays the one already there.
Her hands begin to roam, firm and deliberate. They slide under your top, her nails raking lightly over your skin, leaving tingling trails in their wake. One hand moves upward, cupping your breast, while the other drifts downward, deftly undoing the buttons of your pants.
“You’re ours,” Agatha murmurs against your skin, her voice like a promise and a warning all at once. Her hand slips into your underwear, her touch confident and unapologetic, as her mouth continues its path along your neck.
Rio finally breaks the kiss. “Is that understood?” She asks, her tone brooking no argument as she watches you with hooded eyes, her fingers brushing the edge of your jaw.
“Yes, Daddy,” you whisper, voice catching as Agatha’s fingers ghost over your clit. The words hang in the air, heavy with intent.
It was a stab in the dark to use the term for Rio; you have no clue if she likes it or not. However, judging by the look on her face and the way she bit down on her own lip, it was a good choice.
Agatha chuckles against your neck, her teeth grazing your skin. “Good,” she murmurs, her hand moving with purpose. “Now let’s remind you exactly who you belong to.”
Rio starts kissing you again; it’s needy, like she’s trying to consume you. Meanwhile, both of Agatha’s hands find their way back to your waist, her fingers hooking under the waistband of your pants, tugging them down with a firm motion. You feel her sink to her knees and bite your ass cheek as she helps you step out of your pants, and you let out a small yelp.
You feel Rio smile against your lips before pulling back and spinning you to face Agatha. She playfully nips at the shell of your ear before trailing her mouth lower, sucking and biting at your jaw and the sensetive spot behind your ear. Just as she licks a stripe up your neck, Agatha’s open mouth presses against your core.
“Oh, fuck,” you whimper, shuddering slightly.
“You’re so pathetic,” Agatha breathes, “you’ve ruined your underwear, like the slut you really are.” She drags her tongue over you slowly, tasting your arousal through the fabric. Not wanting to miss out, Rio’s hand lightly bats away Agatha’s head so she can cup you through your underwear, and you feel her exhale shakily against your ear from how wet you are.
Your head drops backwards in pleasure, but Rio’s other hand is there in an instant, forcing your gaze down to Agatha. “Don’t forget, you need to look at Mommy, baby.”
From this angle, you can see straight down the front of Agatha’s sleek black halterneck dress. It’s plunging neckline had offered you a tantalising view at dinner, but this was something else entirely.
“Thank you, my love; you can get ready now,” Agatha states, coming up to stand next to you. She grasps your hair and roughly drags you to the bed, shoving your face down so you’re bent over the mattress. She clasps your wrists behind your back, securing them with makeshift cuffs made from a belt.
Just as you’re wondering exactly where she got the belt from, you feel her lean down, pressing into your back. “If you’re going to act like a harlot, then we’ll treat you as such,” she whispers in your ear.
She places a hand between your thighs and starts rubbing gently, and despite her calm demeanour, you can hear her breathing get more ragged. She pulls the fabric of your underwear to the side and starts ghosting her fingers over your clit. “We’re going to make sure you never ever forget who you belong to,” she whispers before thrusting two fingers inside you.
You gasp slightly at the feeling, but your arousal soon coats her fingers, and the movements become smooth as you adjust to her. Even though it had been on your mind since you woke up in her bed, you had forgotten just how good sex with Agatha felt. You can feel her grinding into you as she’s fucking you, clearly desperate for some friction herself.
Suddenly she stops and climbs off you; you’re about to protest when your underwear gets ripped off.
“Well, they were already ruined, and they’re just going to get in the way,” you hear Rio’s voice chuckle behind you.
You’re expecting them to start touching you, but instead you hear sucking, and maybe... was that the sound of a gag? You crane your head back trying to see what’s happening, and the sight causes an involuntary moan to escape your lips: Agatha was kneeling in front of a naked Rio, her head bobbing back and forth. You can see a part of the dildo not in Agatha’s mouth, but you don’t see a harness.
“Is that a..."
“Yes, baby, I’m going to feel every thrust just as much as you; Agatha’s just getting this end ready for you," Rio answers. You actually feel yourself start to drip, and watch as Rio takes a sharp inhale as it trickles down your thigh. “I think they’re more than ready for me now, my love,” she adds, tugging softly at Agatha’s hair.
Agatha releases the strap but pushes down on it slightly, making Rio’s hips jolt as the other end shifts inside her.
Regaining her composure, Rio strides over to you and grabs a fistful of your hair, yanking you up so you’re arched into her. You feel the strap glide over your heat, and you can’t help but grind into it, moaning at the smallest bit of pressure against your clit. Rio lines up with your entrance and pushes the tip in before quickly withdrawing.
“Who do you belong to?” she groans, thrusting into you. But before you can adjust, she pulls out, leaving you feeling empty. All you can do is whine.
You hear a loud smack as Rio’s open palm hits your bare ass. “I asked you a question.”
It stings, but the pain blurs into pleasure as you feel another brief thrust in and out.
“You,” you moan, wanting to get fucked properly.
There’s fresh pain as Rio smacks you again.
“Daddy. I belong to you, Daddy.” It comes out as a sob, far more desperate than you’ve ever heard yourself.
��Mhmm, that’s it, sweetheart. Now I’m going to tell you exactly how Mommy likes to be eaten out, and you’re going to be a good pet and do exactly what I say, okay?” She presses a soft kiss to your cheek.
“Yes, Daddy.”
With your agreement, Rio releases you from your restraints and starts fucking you, her movements rough and deep. Agatha lies down in front of you, her legs spread, and you can see just how wet she is.
“I’d say you need to start by warming her up, but by the looks of it, she already is,” Rio says greadily. Then it was her turn to moan as your body jerks back into her from a particularly deep thrust.
“Well, since you decided to disobey us, watching Daddy teach you a lesson has really got me going," Agatha teases, “but I still need to feel your mouth on me, pet.”
You obey and bring your mouth close to Agatha’s pussy; you’re about to begin when you feel Rio smack you again between her thrusts. “I haven’t told you to do anything yet,” she snarls. “Start with broad licks up and down; you’ll need to pin her hips as Mommy’s rather sensitive and tends to squirm around.”
“Rio,” Agatha warns, giving you the impression she still has control over the woman behind you.
You do as you’re told and begin licking firm but broad. Rio was right; Agatha was very sensitive, and she bucks her hips every time you get near her clit. She buries her hands in your hair and pushes you into her. “Yes. Fuck, baby, that feels so good.”
Rio’s nails bite into your hip where she’s holding you, and she starts to thrust even harder. Her moans are loud and gutteral. “Okay, now start to circle her clit with the tip of your tongue.” Her voice is breathy. “Fuck, okay, fuck, I’m getting close,” she pants. “And every so often you should put your lips around it and suck a little.”
Once again you do as you’re told, and once again Agatha starts to writhe beneath you, grinding against your face. Rio wraps an arm around your waist, her fingers stroking your clit, and you moan at the added stimulation, so close to climaxing.
The vibrations push Agatha even closer to her own orgasm as she gasps, "Mmm, I love what you’re doing, but I swear to fuck, if you don’t put your fingers inside me right now, pet, I will RUIN you.”
You’re torn. On the one hand, you want to make Agatha cum, but on the other, Rio hasn’t told you to do that yet, and you don’t want to find out what happens if you disobey her.
A hand wraps around your neck, squeezing just a bit, and Rio pulls you up; she stills her hips, but her fingers keep going. “Mommy gave you an order, sweetheart.” With no further warning, she pulls out and shoves you down next to Agatha. “Now you don’t get to cum until she has.”
You whine at the empty feeling, but it soon turns into a whimper as you watch Rio push the strap into Agatha, not even bothering to wipe it clean.
Your eyes flutter closed as you start to fuck yourself when all of a sudden Rio’s hand is back around your throat. “Uh uh, bad pets don’t get to touch themselves.” She turns her head, looking at her wife. “I’m sorry, darling. You’re going to have to touch yourself since this slut can’t keep their hands to themselves.”
“I mean, technically, I was keeping them to myself. You know since I was touching myself and not either of you.” You’re smiling, proud of the loophole you found, until you spot how both women are glaring at you, realising the magnitude of your mistake.
“Oh no. Oh no no no,” Agatha scolds. “You will keep your mouth shut, your hands on the headboard, and your face to the wall until we say otherwise.”
You get up, crawling to the top of the bed, head drooping at the realisation that you won’t even get to watch them cum.
The room is quickly filled with moans and gasps as Rio and Agatha help each other through their orgasms, but it doesn’t stop, and you’re pretty sure that they go for rounds two and three. Pressing your thighs together, you grit your teeth, determined not to disobey them again.
It feels like it’s been an eternity, but finally you hear Agatha call you back, and when you turn around to look at them, they are a complete mess with red bite marks scattered across both of their chests. Rio turns, grabbing something from her bag, and you see the large scratch marks Agatha has left all down her back.
“Thank you, my love.” Agatha says, taking whatever it was Rio had grabbed. "Now, pet, you are going to ride Daddy’s cock, and I will join you in a minute.”
You nod, excited to hopefully get some reprieve from the ache of having your orgasm denied. “Yes, Mommy,” you add quickly, trying to avoid another punishment.
Rio lies down on her back, pulling you into a quick kiss. “Clean it first.”
Humming with excitement, you lower your head and take the strap in your mouth; it’s still warm from being inside Agatha, and you groan at the taste of her on it.
You only get a few seconds before Rio pulls you away, guiding your hips so you’re straddling her, hovering over the strap. “You look so perfect like this,” her voice is soft and encouraging. You lower yourself down and let out a breath you hadn’t realised you were holding. “So perfect,” she repeats.
“You feel so good,” you moan, starting to roll your hips.
Her hands grip your waist, helping you up and down, but it’s not enough, and she starts thrusting up into you. You stutter and fall forward into Rio, all your strength sapped from your muscles as she hits the perfect spot.
Agatha comes up behind you, her hand stroking your back. “Do you think you can take more, sweetheart?”
"Mhmm” is all you can manage before burying your head in Rio’s neck.
You were expecting some stimulation on your clit or maybe Agatha replacing Rio with something bigger. What you weren't expecting, however, was Agatha to push her own strap in as well. It stretches you at first, making you feel wonderfully full.
“Oh fuck,” you mewl, biting down on Rio’s neck to suppress your moans
Agatha starts to move, causing you to cry out in pleasure. The sound encourages her, and she starts to bare down harder. “You’re taking us so well, baby.”
Rio hums in agreement. The force of Agatha’s thrusts sending fresh waves of pleasure through her. She drags her nails up your back, digging in with every jolt of your hips. “Don’t you ever forget who you belong to again,” she whispers, starting to mark your neck and shoulders with her mouth, and you feel your stomach start to knot.
Desperate for just that little bit more, you start begging. “Please, please, I need more.”
You grab Agatha’s hand and shove it between your legs. Chuckling softly, she gives you what you need, and your orgasm comes crashing over you.
It takes a few minutes, but both of them pull out when your legs finally stop shaking. Rio lets you lie on her chest, her arms wrapped tightly around you. “You did so good for us,” she purrs, pressing kisses to your temple and running her fingers through your hair.
You hear Agatha turn on the shower as she cleans up the toys, returning to the bed when she’s done. “Sweetheart, do you need anything?”
You shake your head weakly at Agatha’s question, your body still tingling from the intensity of your orgasm. Rio strokes your hair gently, her fingers trailing soothing patterns down your back. “You sure, baby?” Agatha presses, leaning down to run a hand along your calf, her touch grounding and warm. “Water? A snack? Anything at all?”
You finally manage to whisper, “Water, maybe.”
Agatha nods, a small, reassuring smile tugging at her lips. “I’ll be right back.” She kisses your knee softly before disappearing into the adjoining room. Rio continues her ministrations, cradling you as if you might drift away. “Just breathe, love,” she murmurs, her lips brushing your hairline. “We’ve got you.”
Agatha returns moments later with a glass of water and a cool, damp cloth. She perches beside you on the bed, offering the water with one hand while using the cloth to dab tenderly at your flushed face and neck. “There you go,” she coos, her voice soft and melodic. “Nice and slow.”
You sip the water, feeling the cool liquid revive you slightly. Agatha takes the glass once you’ve had your fill and sets it on the bedside table before tucking the blanket around you more snugly. “You did so well, sweetheart,” she murmurs, her fingers brushing lightly over your arm. “We’re so proud of you.”
After a while, Agatha glances at Rio and tilts her head toward the bathroom. “Let’s clean up, darling,” she says softly, giving your leg a reassuring squeeze. “You’ll feel even better after a warm shower.”
Rio carefully helps you sit up, her arms still supporting you as your legs wobble slightly. She and Agatha guide you to the bathroom, where the steam from the shower has already fogged up the mirror. The warmth of the room wraps around you as Agatha steps into the shower first, adjusting the water temperature before holding out a hand to you. “Come here, love.”
You step in with their help, the hot water cascading over you instantly soothing your sore muscles. Agatha stands behind you, massaging your shoulders and neck, while Rio lathers up a soft washcloth, gently cleansing your skin. Their touches are tender, unhurried, and filled with care. Agatha presses a kiss to your damp shoulder as she rinses you off, while Rio keeps her gaze locked on yours, a soft smile playing on her lips.
When they’re satisfied that you’re fully relaxed and clean, they wrap you in a fluffy towel and guide you back to the bed. The sheets have been straightened, and the pillows fluffed, creating a cosy nest that feels like heaven when you crawl back in. Rio slides in beside you, pulling you against her chest once more, while Agatha climbs in on your other side, her arm draping protectively over both of you.
“Better now?” Agatha asks, her voice a quiet hum as she brushes a strand of hair from your face.
You nod, a content sigh escaping your lips. “Much better. Thank you.”
Rio chuckles softly, pressing another kiss to your temple. “Anything for our pet.”
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okay
i have just GOT to say what we're all thinking....
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THOSE SWORDS LOOK JUST AS TASTY AS THE SOUP FROM SEASON 2 HMMMMMM CRUNCH CRUNCH YUM YUM
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I hate MoM, but *woof* it gave us some fine as hell Stephen variants. My current DADDY™©® ranking is: Sinister Strange (I, like Mordo, have a thing for bad boys), 838 Stephen (but I also like the men that respectfully bring me home by 8), Melvyn Strange (I SAID WHAT I SAID), MCU 616 Stephen (he's still Daddy™, but all the shitty writing in MoM made me hate l him for a lil bit ngl), Defender Strange (that rat tail is not it, baby, but I do want long-haired Stephen). What's your ranking? 👀
Ahhh dearest Nonny this is so yum! Hmmmmmm for me, order of preference from worst to best would be….
4) Defender Strange. The rat tail is not it. They should have just had him with long, flowy hair and the fanart of him all seem to agree 🤣
3) Sinister Strange. His goth vibes are sexy. However he also looks like he needs fresh clothes and a nice bath 😭 He was so unkempt! Tsk tsk. But he still looks better than most people at their very best.
2) 616 Strange. He was absolutely stunning in Infinity War/Endgame. I don’t know why but during that era he was so fucking GORGEOUS. Not sure why MoM didn’t really carry that aura. 🤷🏻♀️
1) 838 Strange. My sorcerer supreme 🤤 I wish we could have seen him when he’s all clean and put together. Cause baby if he was looking THAT FINE all busted up from fighting Thanos he would have been absolutely divine to see in his prime
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I often think about Eddie Kingston walking down the ramp, completely covered in blood, with a gasoline can on his hands. Hot. Sexy. Life changing. HOT.
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Imagine being a ghost, serving to haunt only to get the best dick in your ghost state from a man named toji
#yes im talking about lady k n the sickman#this is like... just a v shallow surfacey post on it#but i cant help to think its toji#hmmmmmm yum 🤤🤤#babbles;
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#( chilling on mobile thinking about Mateo hanging out with Ella and friends at her rodeo competitions#Mateo in a cowboy hat is hmmmmmm good shit#tight jeans and tucked in shirt???? YUM#go to the rodeo with mateo PLEASE )#ooc ( screams in horse girl ).#mobile ( i have stuff to do ).
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Source: YouTube
I can’t be the only one watching this over and over and getting smutty ideas in my head.
#completely unrealistic ideas#smutty smut smut#yummy yum#hmmmm#i wonder who i was thinking about with this#😏😏😏#should i write it?#dunno#because its not something you can realistically do#so#hmmmmmm#dilemma
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SSG Vegeta from the newest trailer
Bonus:
Dat ass
#vegeta#dragon ball super#dragon ball super movie#dbs#dragonball super#hmmmmmm#yum#looking good#glad we actually get to see him in this form
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blink blink blink those are some very nice thighs
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we're vibing my dudes
im still at work fuck 🧍🏽
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