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my 10 holy grail pieces of writing advice for beginners

from an indie author who's published 4 books and written 20+, as well as 400k in fanfiction (who is also a professional beta reader who encounters the same issues in my clients' books over and over)

show don't tell is every bit as important as they say it is, no matter how sick you are of hearing about it. "the floor shifted beneath her feet" hits harder than "she felt sick with shock."

no head hopping. if you want to change pov mid scene, put a scene break. you can change it multiple times in the same scene! just put a break so your readers know you've changed pov.

if you have to infodump, do it through dialogue instead of exposition. your reader will feel like they're learning alongside the character, and it will flow naturally into your story.

never open your book with an exposition dump. instead, your opening scene should drop into the heart of the action with little to no context. raise questions to the reader and sprinkle in the answers bit by bit. let your reader discover the context slowly instead of holding their hand from the start. trust your reader; donn't overexplain the details. this is how you create a perfect hook.

every chapter should end on a cliffhanger. doesn't have to be major, can be as simple as ending a chapter mid conversation and picking it up immediately on the next one. tease your reader and make them need to turn the page.

every scene should subvert the character's expectations, as big as a plot twist or as small as a conversation having a surprising outcome. scenes that meet the character's expectations, such as a boring supply run, should be summarized.

arrive late and leave early to every scene. if you're character's at a party, open with them mid conversation instead of describing how they got dressed, left their house, arrived at the party, (because those things don't subvert their expectations). and when you're done with the reason for the scene is there, i.e. an important conversation, end it. once you've shown what you needed to show, get out, instead of describing your character commuting home (because it doesn't subvert expectations!)

epithets are the devil. "the blond man smiled--" you've lost me. use their name. use it often. don't be afraid of it. the reader won't get tired of it. it will serve you far better than epithets, especially if you have two people of the same pronouns interacting.

your character should always be working towards a goal, internal or external (i.e learning to love themself/killing the villain.) try to establish that goal as soon as possible in the reader's mind. the goal can change, the goal can evolve. as long as the reader knows the character isn't floating aimlessly through the world around them with no agency and no desire. that gets boring fast.

plan scenes that you know you'll have fun writing, instead of scenes that might seem cool in your head but you know you'll loathe every second of. besides the fact that your top priority in writing should be writing for only yourself and having fun, if you're just dragging through a scene you really hate, the scene will suffer for it, and readers can tell. the scenes i get the most praise on are always the scenes i had the most fun writing. an ideal outline shouldn't have parts that make you groan to look at. you'll thank yourself later.

happy writing :)

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Tyrant heiress

Sly huntress

Spoiled princess

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"MAMAaaa,UHUHUHhhh

I don't wanna die

I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all.."

#singing class

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Hi there! Hope its okay to leave here a tiny little nasty smut request <3

Hear me out, Lioness!Mavuika and like prey amimal!Reader :D.

Even better if reader would act all tough and big outside and bratty, when all she really needs, is to be pushed into the mattress to calm her down <3

dildoblade sob ily but i really can’t write anything hybrid or animal related im sorry😭 i could still do it with reader being in heat or sum like that if you’d like!

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༉ ease your mind.

cw — wlw. ambessa x f!reader. ambesscock. that’s it that’s the fic. fingering. slight orgasm denial if you squint. pussy slapping. overstimulation. creampie. ambessa loves her stupid little wife (not outwardly said but. yk). ambessa has a huge cock and it almost kills reader (not clickbait!!!)

you stood at the balcony of your palatial-like room, the cold air of the evening hitting your cheeks as your brows furrowed. ambessa sighed at the sight. you were her prized possession, she cleared the rust from you and made you lustrous; now, you were gradually dulling. she couldn’t let that happen. “your performance reflects your effort, little one. you’ve been dragging your feet all week.”

you internally winced at her words. there was no getting around ambessa, no slick tricks or batting eyelashes could conceal how you really felt. “you’re spending too much time in your head. no more of this self-deprecating prattle; you’re fine.” she said finally.

“right..” you exhaled under your breath.

she huffed. if there was one thing she loved about you, it was your compliance. not that it started that way; you had thorns in your words, much to her chagrin. “you disagree,” she noted.

you were a bit too quick to answer, “i do not,”

“no?” she raised an eyebrow at you. another weird shot in your stomach at the slightly teasing tone in her voice. “it’s… it’s silly.” you gulped. “silly.” that was the word you decided? it surprised her even though it shouldn’t. “humor me.”

your eyes briefly flicked to her face for a moment before you looked back down, sighing defeatedly. damn her. “i.. have been dissatisfied with my performance lately. and i fear you have to.” you muttered, you almost thought she didn’t hear you and would coax you to speak louder. but she understood you just clearly. she just didn’t understand why. “so?” you raised an eyebrow at her, looking up at her, continuing as she didn’t let you get the chance to speak yet. “i would have said something to you if i had any grievances. do you doubt my methods?”

mouth slightly gape, you closed it and swallowed again, looking down at the white cement beneath you, “n..no.” ambessa smirked. “no?” she repeated. “then do not waste your brain on such frivolous matters. or do you need a reminder on who exactly you belong to?”

“i-i..” somehow, you were just now made aware of her very close proximity to you. maybe a little too close if you weren’t busy rubbing your thighs together at the mere idea.

“i think you do.”

—

a violent, shuttering breath came from your chest as ambessa’s thick fingers worked amongst your slit, teasing up and down slowly before she rubbed firm yet calculated circles on your clit. gripping the red silk sheets for dear life, and she barely even started. “isn’t this better, hm? a great difference than whatever nonsense you had in that little head of yours.” you sobbed at her teasing, quickly throwing your head back when she added a thick finger inside you. you already felt so full, what more could she have?

you tried your absolute hardest to not squirm and writhe under her when she added another finger, the lewd squelching of your aroused pussy echoing the sumptuous walls. “absolute submission suits you far better, darling..” she drawled while slyly adding a third finger. you nodded dumbly, agreeing to whatever eloquent words she cooed to you. they made your pussy drool hot, creamy juices that made her stomach churn in satisfaction. you pleaded and gasped, her scarred forearm never faltering when your nails dug into it.

to her truimph of having you exactly where she wanted, she removed her fingers, licking them clean shamelessly. messily. like she was sampling piltover cuisine again. except this time it was from your pretty pussy, which automatically made it 10x better than the diplomatic, ‘progressive’ city.

you whine at the loss, bucking your hips up to desperately chase the feeling again until a harsh slap met your cunt, making you squeak and close your thighs together instinctively. “don’t be greedy,” she growled, her blunt hands grabbing the supple skin of your thighs and spreading them wide open for her. you’d be embarrassed if you weren’t so incredibly aroused right now. “good girls don’t get rewarded if they’re inattentive. behave.” she leaned down to say firmly in your ear. you had no other choice but to nod your head, sniffling in compliance.

“your words, girl.”

“y-yes, ambessa.”

“good,” she smirked, leaning up again, lazily undoing her pants with an unreadable expression on her face. she knew you loved this sight of her, standing tall at the edge of the bed as you anticipated for what’s going to come next. it gave you a grueling feeling in your stomach, yet you chased it. chased her. with a scarred hand, she guided her cock out of the tight and inconvenient confines of her pants, mostly, if not already rock hard. dribbles of precum ran from her slit, making your mouth water at the sight, desperately wanting a taste. but not right now. was she twitching from the cool air of the room, or is she just simply built up and found the chance to finally fuck you? it was probably both.

she didn’t even let you breathe before you felt your knees rub against your chest and pulling you further to the edge of the bed, her slick tip sliding up against your slit, making you shudder. “let me show you how i value your excellence above anything else.” she finally sunk her cock into you, inch by inch, making you cry out. she wasn’t even fully in you yet. “breathe,” she cooed, guiding you through it was the least she could do. she held your legs steady as she sunk even further into you, biting your lip to alleviate the slight uncomfortableness. all of this, for you? the least you could do is just sit there and take it.

but, as soon as the pain faded away, you almost instantly became drunk on her cock, every snap of her hips knocked the wind out of you. your pussy salivated on her, smearing on her stomach and thighs and even on the bed, but she didn’t care. in fact, she encouraged it so much she forced you to look down at the sheer mess you were making. you were embarrassed, but the way you felt her cock twitch and hearing her groan when she saw the way she glided in and out of you made it worth it.

she made you pliable. a moldable, sticky mess, like you were designed by the gods to piece together perfectly like a complicated and difficult puzzle. “please, please please..” you whined, feeling her splitting you open. you were so full of her it was like you could fucking feel her in your throat, her cock kissing and bruising you in places you were unaware of until this evening. she was too big, you finalized— yet you could take it, she knew you could. each pant, moan and whine made that very clear to her.

“just fabulous..” she praised under her breath, appreciating how it earned a squeeze and twitches from your dewy, spongy walls. she knew you were getting close, dangerously so. she never relented her pace, having you babble and slur out nonsense, praise for her fucking you so good, thanking her for fixing your silly self-deprecating problems. she simply smirked and exchanged back filth to your slushed mind, but her smirk would slightly falter as she felt herself growing closer to release as well.

“‘bessa, gonna cum, i’m gonna cum, fuck—!!” you were only met with a nod, a final command as you followed it, like always. sobbing helplessly, a final, brutal slam made you gush everywhere, sinking herself down as you came unbelievably hard, your moans borderline whorish when you felt her cum deep inside you, a few shallow thrusts to ensure no drop escaped.

she barely even broke a sweat, yet you were under her fucked out of your mind, thighs twitching in mock-withdrawal in her hands, face ridden with tears and sweat. you were looked a mess, but you never looked more gorgeous in ambessa’s eyes.

her eyes widened softly as your arms wrapped around her neck and pulled her closer to you, but she made no attempt to pull away. she chuckled at your deprivation, rewarding you with a kiss on the side of your lips. “it seems like i hadn’t fail you this time.” you nodded and let out a meek “no” in response. you were too weak to speak at the moment.

you just wanted to selfishly bask in her embrace just a wee longer, wanting your skin to be hers for just a moment.

© 7KH 2024, all rights reserved — do not claim, modify, copy or translate my content.

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Felt silly last night

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college caitvi matching layout 🧁🥊

based on this tweet !! :D

some easter eggs : they both have k/da posters and cait has a seraphine one too (they’re both roomates), airship model because airship is cait’s special interest !! on vi’s corner of the room : isha’s drawing of their family, zaun band poster, jinx’ drawing, warwick plushie !!!

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MATCHING ICONS IF YOU WANT !! (reblog and credit if you use pls <3)

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you can just tell that she doesn’t play about her nightly candy crush gaming sessions in bed

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RL!Mia for @jas-the-shrimp's request (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

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a little bit scandalous.

pairing: dom!arlecchino x fem!reader

context: you just want your husband to pay attention to you.

cw: mild exhibitionism, carriage sex, dick sucking, riding, arle‘s fat fucking dick, unprotected sex, pet names, slight degradation, a bit homophobia at the beginning, arle playing poker makes me feel things, i also love giving side characters stupid names

word count: 3.7k

art credits: drunken my boss

you needed to stop agreeing to accompanying her on such lavish events. 

the orchestra feels dull.

the food is medium at best. too extraordinary for your taste.

„no, my husband is not the „man“ of the house, neither is she wearing the „pants“ in our marriage. (you are)“, and the conversations fucking sucked.

you had no idea how you ended up in this… circle of married housewives where the only conversation topics seem to revolve around cooking, men and how you could ever be married to a woman.

said woman was seated just a few meters ahead at a table with other businesspeople alike, playing a round of poker and by the looks of it, she was winning as always. you noticed the lack of amusements in the faces of her conversation partners, they were doing more than just passing around cards and chips.

and you were stuck with-

„she dresses so masculine… are you sure you‘re not looking for a man if you’re married to… her?“

god‘s above.

„pretty sure i‘d know if my taste happened to be as awful as yours. are you sure you‘re not looking for a divorce if your husband cheats on you minimum once a week?“, you rolled your eyes at the gasp running through the small crowd of women at the table. 

„if you‘ll excuse me now, i‘ll be heading back to my woman.“, without responding any further to the shocked faces surrounding you, you shoved yourself back from the table and got up on your feet.

arlecchino overheard the clacking of your heels against the polished marble floor over the orchestra and the chatter surrounding her. this deal was running smoother than she‘d originally thought it would.

it was only when a pair of delicate hands placed themselves on her shoulders, giving them a gentle squeeze, that she noticed your presence. the soft scent of your perfume told her it wasn‘t necessary to turn around. 

she felt your hot breath hit her ear next.

„ma cherie… i would like for us to leave…“, you ignored the annoyed looks the sudden display of affection towards your spouse earned you. 

arlecchino did not bother to face you as the nail of her thumb scratched over the ace card of the royal flush she was currently holding.

„my love, i fear you‘ll have to wait until i wrapped this deal up… or you take the carriage back home without me… either way i can‘t leave yet…“, putting her poker hand down, a few groans ran through the table at her… third victory in a row. two servants moved around the table as they gathered up the scattered cards and chips.

her lack of attention to you and the almost indifferent tone she spoke handled you with only added to your frustration.

you only bothered attending because she invited you and now she can’t even leave with you?

but given the audience you decided against a sharp remark, merely stepping back from her, „fine then. i‘ll go get the carriage ready then. ladies, gentlemen…“, you nodded at the table as you bid your farewell and left for the exit without another word. your husband didn‘t miss the sharp tone you sprinkled over your words, she suppressed the urge to rub the bridge of her nose as she waved a fatui agent over.

„make sure she gets home safely. i don’t care if she wants an escort or not. i want my wife home safe and sound.“, crimson eyes fixed on the broad shouldered man following you outside before she turned her attention back to the deal at hand.

she didn’t spare the servant a glance who handed out the chips to each participant, „my apologies for the interruption. we were just talking about the shares of your project, right madame cornhead?“, said woman only nodded as she took a sip of her third wineglass of the evening.

„well, in order to keep us hooked into the deal i‘d say a good 30% of those shares will be flowing right into your support for the fatui. quality has to be rewarded, does it not?“

a few approving nods and hums rumbled through the table. wow, no bitching around for once? that‘s a new one. she could totally get used to this.

„let‘s make it 40%, how about that? as a little… thank you for your cooperation with us.“

„that is-“

„i‘m sorry to interrupt you once again…“, slender hands ran down her chest from behind as she felt your cleavage hit her neck, „i can‘t just leave without bidding my husband a proper goodbye…“, pressing a gentle kiss behind her ear, arlecchino barely oversaw whatever you kept in your right hand, „don‘t stay out for too long, you know i don‘t like sleeping alone…“

as much as she hated being interrupted during negotiations, she‘d never turn you away. a black hand came up to cup your cheek as she presses a kiss to the other one, „i‘ll make sure of it, my love.“ 

but then her breath hitched at the sudden pressure applied to her crotch before you stepped back. the smirk tugging on your painted lips almost straight from the abyss itself and the knave knew something was off.

eyes darting back down to her crotch- her heart almost set out a beat at the surprise resting between her thighs. blood rushing straight to her dick.

red.

lacy.

oh, you were done. 

it was your red lacy slip that you just laid down in her lap in broad daylight.

with a wet stain.

she snatched up the fabric with an almost inhuman speed, praying to whatever deity sitting above the skies that nobody got wind of the fact that the knave‘s wife was walking around with nothing underneath her dress.

you were as quickly gone as you came.

leaving her with not only just your underwear but a fucking painful ache between her legs as well. and then the wheels in arlecchino’s head started to turn.

should she stay professional and ignore your obvious intentions, wrap up this meeting and then come home to pay you back tenfold?

or should she follow her di- i mean heart and leave with you?

her answer is obvious.

„…ladies. gentlemen. i fear i have to depart sooner than expected.“, in one single motion she stood up from the table, her sharp heels clicking against the floor when a servant helped her with putting her coat on.

„but about the-“

„i‘ll schedule a separate meeting to further discuss our plans with your organization. i will take care of the costs for transportations. have a nice evening.“, and with that the knave departed as she followed your footsteps outside.

you just sat yourself down onto the satin bank of your carriage. the servants already lit up the candles inside prior to your departure so it was fairly cozy compared to the snowy weather drowning the area in a soft cape of white, allowing you to shed out of your fur coat when the doors were opened. slowly. her white hair came first into view before you crossed eyes with a pair of crimson x‘s.

you paid her little attention as she sat down opposite of you, „changed your mind, hm?“, your hand fidgeted a little pocket mirror out along with a light pink lipstick.

when you were fixed on touching up your lips, the carriage started to get moving, for a while arlecchino stayed silent. watching you. observing you. from time to time her gaze would wander outside the windows, appreciating the beautiful scenery before it found your face once again.

she was planning something.

the thought of you being bare underneath that dress of yours sending sparks of desire down her spine. you knew exactly what you were doing. and she wasn‘t having it. she didn‘t mind you mingling with her concentration while doing tedious tasks such as paperwork, reviewing mission reports, etc., but messing with her like this in public when she‘s got important stuff on her hands… maybe she spoiled you a bit too much lately.

„come here.“, with a pat on her lap she signaled you exactly where she wanted you.

„can‘t you see i‘m busy-“

„i said come here.“

something dropped in your stomach. or pussy. you couldn‘t tell.

she didn‘t wait until you sat down, straight up grabbing you by your wrist and pulling you onto her lap. gasping slightly as you felt the tent in her pants pressing right against your uncovered folds. truth be told, the way she was staring holes into you earlier caused you to grow wet at the bare thought of what would be awaiting you at home. but you did not expect her to take action now.

„b-but the coachman outside-“

„you placed your slip into my lap at a table with at least 20 other business partners, but the coachman is suddenly too much?“, you could feel her hands running up your thighs, pushing the fabric up along the way to reveal the bloody stockings you choose to wear tonight. her nails tracing the lacy hem that ended a bit above your knees, sending goosebumps over your boiling skin.

„th-that was something different..“, you couldn‘t help but fixate on those black fingers pulling and playing with the fabric. they didn‘t dare wander any further up. as if she was restraining herself.

„right, because almost humiliating both you and me is much worse. don‘t you ever think before acting? i thought you were such a smart girl, and yet you almost jeopardized a whole deal. and for what?“, strong hands now gripping onto your thighs to push you down on her aching bulge with sharp nails, digging into your soft flesh, „answer.“

the sudden course of action caused you to slightly moan, placing one hand on her shoulder as the raw look edged into her face turned you on way more than it should.

„i-i don‘t know- the lack of a-attention got o-on my nerves…“, a dark red spread across your cheeks at your confession. you did not expect her to come home with you, let alone end up on her lap like this.

she almost scoffed at your reasoning. wasn‘t she showering you in attention enough already?

dresses, accessories, flowers, vacations. anything you wanted, she got you in the blink of an eye. and she never expected anything back. why should she? you‘re her wife. her most prized possession. the cure to her oh so cursed existence. never in her life would she ever think about getting something back from you. that‘s just what she‘s used to, what she wants. to give and not receive anything in return.

and yet…

„get on your knees.“, strong hands shoving you off of her lap.

„what-“

„don‘t make me repeat myself. if you can act like a slut in public, i‘ll treat you like one in private.“

you were kneeling before her in no time. eyes on the same height as her crotch now as you watched her hands unbuckle her belt. not daring to look up at her as you prayed that she couldn‘t hear your heart threatening to beat right out of your chest.

you were nervous. for the first time in ages you were nervous about what‘s going to happen next to you and it was exciting you to the point you had to press your thighs together to momentarily stop the painful ache between them.

watching her slightly lift her hips up to pull her pants below her dick, your mouth was almost watering at the sight of her dripping with precum. the black arrow running along her lighter shaft already glistening in the candlelight.

„do you require an invitation?“, her sharp tone cut through the tense air like butter and shot right down into your core, „it‘s not going to suck itself.“

„no… n-no no, i don‘t need one…“, allowing yourself one last intake of air before you slowly bent over, placing both hands on her spreaded thighs and started by licking her from her base up to her tip.

she tasted a bit sweet today, a strong contradiction to the cold stare she eyed you down with her chin resting on her hand.

she used her other hand to put a few lost hair strands back behind your ear and then grabbed a good handful of them.

„open up.“, nudging your head against her as a clear command. you shakily exhaled and licked over your lips a last time before you wrapped them around her tip. and you were pushed down until your nose hit her hairy base almost immediately. eyes threatening to tear up at the sudden invasion of your throat as you tried to not gag on her while she kept you pressed down. not moving. just burying her cock inside your mouth.

„breathe through your nose. we have done this plenty of times before. come on.“, her nails gently scratched over your scalp in order to soothe you- and it worked.

„there, there… good girl…“, and she started to move your head. slowly at first. observing you for any signs of being overwhelmed but you took her so well. those pretty pink lips were such a cute contrast to her blackened skin. arlecchino had to bite down on her tongue in order to keep any sounds from leaving her lips as she dragged you on and off her cock. shaft already drenched with your saliva, soft gags and sloppy wet sounds filling the small carriage.

„do you have any idea how pathetic you look with my dick in your mouth?“, a rhetorical question. you did look pathetic.

but lord, you took her so well, even tho you gagged softly anytime her tip hit the back of your throat, your nails digging into her thighs as you let her fuck your mouth however she pleased unti you felt the sticky fluid spreading over your tongue. otherwise she didn‘t let you know how she just climaxed. she masked her face too well for that.

despite the taste, the texture always made it difficult for you to swallow but you knew refusal would not sit well with her so you let her push you off of her to swallow correctly.

„mhm… get that all down. i don‘t want to see even the slightest remains.“, she watched the thick string connecting your plump lips to her tip snap as you were busy with getting everything down. the feeling of her cum running down your throat sent a shiver running down your spine but you managed and opened your mouth for her to look. even stuck out your tongue.

your husband leaned a bit down to you to properly inspect your mouth, but she seemed pleased with the result.

„good job… now get back up here.“

you got back up on aching legs, trembling slightly as you wanted to sit down on her lap again, „n-not done- ah-“, you yelped at the end suddenly snaking underneath your dress before her fingers glided over your slickness. my fucking god you were beyond soaked to your inner thighs, it was almost humiliating.

„just how i thought. my wife gets off on me using her like my own personal sextoy. who would have thought.“, that same hand now grabbed onto your ass to pull you down on her with the tip now pressing directly against your dipping hole.

„come on, sit down.“

„c-completely…?“

„am i implying anything else?“, just as you were about to answer, the carriage seemed to hit a pothole on the street, accidentally causing the first two inches to slip inside at impact and for you to hold onto her shoulders for dear life.

she never had to hold back a chuckle so bad.

„a-ah- that was… u-unfair-!“

„ah, yes… having to sit on your husband‘s dick is truly the worst fate that could have ever hit you.“, you shot her a glare and she rolled her eyes as you proceeded to fully take her in, it was getting seemingly harder with each cm that passed past your g-spot and you were already panting over her by the time you fully sat down. her tip nestled against cervix and the harsh movements of your coach was doing little to help you adjust.

„the ride isn‘t going to take forever. i‘d suggest you start moving, my dearest.“, oh she wasn‘t planning on moving even the slightest bit. you‘d have to do the job yourself.

„you want me to… do it myself…?“, in slight disbelief you watched your husband open a bottle of champagne one-handed before filling herself up a glass of the alcoholic beverage.

„am i implying anything else?“

now that‘s a new one. you weren‘t used to… putting effort in when you were on the receiving end. but you wouldn’t let that stop you.

„oh…? not even complaining?“, she raised an eyebrow at you as you started to move her hips over her, trying to find a somewhat enjoyable rhythm for you. merely shaking your head while you whimpered at the unpleasant feeling inside you. this was harder than you thought, the pace was too slow for your liking and it was nearly impossible to hit any good spots like this.

„a-arle… c-could you please help…“, hands moving over into her neck as you almost whined. 

„help?“, she sighed as she took the first sip of her champagne, humming slightly at the taste as she merely placed a hand on your hip, „not even thirty seconds have passed and you‘re already whining? you learn by doing, so no. i will lend a hand when i’m seeing fit for it but all i see right now is a spoiled princess who is too used to her husband pampering her. move.“

her harsh answer almost forced tears into your eyes. not because it hurt, but because she was kind of right. you weren‘t used to her denying you. ever. and that frustrated you more than it should, even embarrassed you.

„th-that‘s not fair…“, you tried out a more rocking motion now, which at least felt slightly better.

„i am being very fair right now. i could also end things right here and send you straight to bed once we get home, with no one to take care of your needs. but i‘m not doing that now, am i?“, her fingers on your hips tapped against your skin in all almost mocking manner as she brought the glass to her lips once again.

you stayed silent. why does she always have to be right after all? she luckily didn‘t comment on your lack of words and just proceeded to watch you with an almost bored look on her face.

„you need to bounce.“

„wh-what…-“, you groaned, thighs already working against you.

„you need to bounce on my dick, love. what are you expecting from these… motions? a tickle? lift up your hips and then let yourself back down. come on, try it and then i may consider helping you.“

that sounded… exhausting, but you had like- no other choice, so you obliged. lifting yourself a bit up before almost dropping straight back down and… it felt good. very fucking good. so good that you immediately repeated yourself. and again. and again. each time only forcing your moans to grow louder, leaning your head into her neck and wrapping your arms around her instead as the desperation started to get the better of you. you needed that orgasm just as much as oxygen if not even more. even the thought about coachman outside possibly hearing your sounds of pleasure did only add to the knot building up in your stomach. but it wasn‘t enough. something was still missing.

„peru- p-peruere please-“, you breathed against her skin. a whimper slipping out with your words. you completely overheard her own heavy breathing and how she quite literally had to restrain herself in order to not fuck you dumb and stupid before you even got home. 

„please what…? be more specific. use your words, my love…“, she gently patted your back, kissing your cheek as she only slightly started moving her hips against yours.

„p-please fuck me- ‘m sorry f-for earlier- j-just plea-“, a moan ripped through the air as she thrusted her hips up into you, immediately hitting your weak spot, just like you needed it. nails dug and pulled at the expensive fabric of her suit. the straps of your dress hung loose around your arms, as she fucked you within an inch of your life. dragging her cock in and out of your soaking cunt and you could faintly hear her groaning against your clenching pussy before the knot in your abdomen finally loosened up and you creamed nicely around her dick for all you were worth. you couldn‘t help but feel your thighs starting to shake from the impact and as if that wasn‘t enough already, you felt her load paint your insides next.

no words were uttered. just your joined heavy breathing was to be heard in the small space. the windows fogged up, making it impossible to see what could be going on outside.

she kept you pressed down on her when you wanted to get off, nuzzling a bit deeper into the crook of your neck.

„s'il te plaît reste comme ça encore un peu, ma fleur…“

„please stay a little longer like this, my flower…“

you sunk back down against her chest, resting your head on her shoulder as something akin to comfort washed over you.

the both of you stayed silent for a good few minutes, just enjoying and bathing in each other’s presence

„what did you do with my panties…?“

you could hear her hand starting to fidget something out of her pocket.

„safekeeping them of course.“, she pressed a gentle kiss to your check as she placed your panties next to you.

maybe you will keep accompanying her on more events.

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HAVE A SEAT!

synopsis: co.ckwarming various hsr women

featuring: ruan mei, feixiao, lingsha, herta

rating: 18+ smut (men and minors dni)

warnings: sub! afab fem reader, dom character, strap on usage, strapwarming, co.ckwarming, feixiao and lingsha have d.icks, lingsha has two di.cks, lap s.ex, semi-public se.x, pene.tration, unprotected se.x, riding, oral, slight degradation (herta), slight exhbition (lingsha and herta), established relationship, might be ooc.

art credits: superstar rivalry

RUAN MEI

“Subject Delta’s brain waves are normal. Their behaviors are normal. A change in diet may be necessary however, as th— darling will you stop squirming?” 

Ruan Mei sighed and stopped her recording, looking down at you writhing in her lap as you tried to get comfortable. It was a long day in the lab for Ruan Mei, nothing out of the ordinary as she just had to get through the list of reports for the week. Unfortunately, (or fortunately) for you, whenever the biologist was starting to get bored in her office, she would always call for you to soothe her boredom.

And in this case, it seems that Ruan Mei had wanted you to get out the strap she loved using and sit on it while she did her reports. You never pegged your girlfriend as the type to be into something so risqué —especially in her lab of all places— yet she was adamant on you cockwarming her while she worked. 

“R-Ruan Mei I can’t…” your voice cracked as she nestled her strap deeper inside you, the girth of her cock stretching you open as slick pooled at the base of the toy. Ruan Mei had definitely noticed the sticky mess, but rather than being a clean freak and wiping it away, she gathered a bit of the essence on her finger instead. “Please move…I need it…” 

“I am not finished with my recordings. We still have to go over six more stages.” She comments curtly, admiring the consistency of your slickness by seeing how far she could stretch it between her fingers. The eyes behind her reading glasses were fogged in what appeared to be pure lust. She really was lost in the sight of you gripping her strap so needily, tightening around her while your nails dug deeper into her thighs. “…What did I say about your nails?”

“Mmngh…sorry…” you could barely contain the urge to bounce on her. Ruan Mei was just too mean… 

“Apology accepted. I should cut them for you later…” Ruan Mei made a mental note for herself and took one of your hands into hers, gently pressing against your nails —which had grown a bit long— and aimlessly began thrusting. 

At the sharp bounce of Ruan Mei’s strap bulldozing its way in, you resisted the urge to cry out in utter bliss. Ruan Mei ignored your obvious struggle and just stuffed her fingers into your mouth, slathering your precum over your tongue and making you gag.

“I need to start again. Please do be quiet this time.” 

She turns the recorder back on, the red light flashing mockingly in your face while Ruan Mei shoves her fake member deeper into your hole, back to being cold and calculating while your walls spasmed over her toy.

“This is take two.”

FEIXIAO

“Don’t grip me so hard…” 

Feixiao groaned and squeezed your waist as you nestled comfortably in her lap. The General thought it would be a fun idea to have you cockwarm her while she worked out, saying that she needed a “spotter,” but the General forgot to anticipate just how good you’d feel tightly squeezing her member. Maybe you’d be even more of a distraction than she thought…

“But General…you’re the one who asked me to—”

“I know what I said!”

She gave your hips one last squeeze before raising her arms to grab the bar above her, keen on doing a few chest presses while her cock was stuffed inside you. This was definitely unprofessional and dangerous by any means, but Feixiao was a strong woman. You trusted her to be able to handle herself during a workout, even if she might be distracted by your fluttering pussy.

“Alright, don’t move. Let me show you how strong your General is…” Feixiao purred and took the bar off the handles. The weights, intimidatingly massive, posed no threat to Feixiao as she pushed them up and down with no struggle. From where you were sitting, the sight of Feixiao flexing her muscles was just drool-worthy, watching as a thin sheen of sweat made her muscles glisten, the way they rippled with each pump of her arms. Not to mention how with each push of the weights, Feixiao’s cock throbbed inside you, almost as if it were aching to thrust with each rep. 

You felt as if you could get pregnant just by watching her workout.

“Babe, babe…” Feixiao grunted, her teeth gritting together. “You’re squeezing me…” 

You snapped out of your daze and looked down, watching as your pussy was practically clamping down on Feixiao and milking her. Though Feixiao hadn’t come yet, it sure as hell felt like it to her. “Sorry!” You exclaimed, trying to relax, though it was difficult to achieve as you couldn’t stop yourself from bouncing slightly on her dick. 

“It’s…fine…” Feixiao’s chest heaved as she stared down at you squeezing her length, some of your slick pooling at her base and forming a creamy ring. “…Fuck.” 

Your girlfriend suddenly lifted the bar up to the holders and set it there, carefully shimmying down so she can sit up and grab your hips. At the sudden movements, her heavy cock dragged wonderfully against your walls and caused you to let out a whine. “Maybe today should be a leg day instead.”

She chuckled and firmly grabbed your ass before making you bounce up and down on her lap. The sudden propulsion of your pussy getting pistoned by her dick had you throwing your head back sharply. “Feixiao…!” 

Your beloved General simply flashed you a wolfish smile before leaning in to bite your neck, deciding right then and there that fucking you incoherent would be a better workout than chest presses. At least for today.

LINGSHA

“Yes, I’ll get back to you as soon as possible once the results come back. How does an appointment in four weeks sound?�� 

“Sounds good! Thank you Miss Lingsha!”

Your girlfriend smiled and waved off another customer coming to her for her remedies. However, despite her calm exterior, her thighs were quivering under the desk, all tension leaving her brow as she exhaled shakily and reached under. There, hiding just below her desk was you, pumping one of Lingsha’s cocks in your hand while your mouth pleasured the other. Just feeling the way you licked and stroked her two members had Lingsha whining and dropping her pen, unable to resist pushing your head down to bob further along her length. 

“You really have no shame, do you?” She sighed, running her fingers across your scalp and moving down to tilt your chin upwards. Your eyes flitted up to meet hers, lips still suckling greedily on her cock as your hand paused its motions. Both of Lingsha’s hemipenes were erect and dripping with precum, spilling onto your lips and fingers as she resisted the urge to just take you on the table. 

“Sawhy…” you said in a muffled voice, mouth too full of cock to respond properly. Lingsha just chuckled at your attempts to apologize, gently pulling you off her length so you could speak. “Don’t talk with your mouth full.” 

You swallowed the saliva and precum that had built up in your mouth and groaned, clearly drunk off Lingsha’s scent now. You tried to go back to sucking her off, opening your mouth to take her in again, but Lingsha playfully pushed you away with a finger to your forehead.

“Ehh?”

“Calm down, I need a break…” Lingsha heaved, her cocks twitching with need while she steadied herself. “I have another appointment soon. I don’t want to make a huge mess under—”

There was a knock at the door, causing Lingsha to groan. “Yes, come in.” She responds, casting a glare towards you so you don’t get any ideas. You simply smile at her and lick your lips, trying to play innocent as the next customer comes inside. As Lingsha is talking however, you knew you wouldn’t be able to keep your hands off her, her cocks throbbing tantalizingly in front of you just begging for you to touch her. 

It didn’t take long for you to grasp one of her shafts again and take the other one in your mouth, causing Lingsha to stutter mid sentence.

“Is something wrong Miss Lingsha?”

“N-No— nngh…everything is fine!” 

Her thighs twitched as she felt your mouth engulf her bulbous tip, biting her bottom lip as she shot a messy load down your throat while the other one completely coated your hands in her cum. It was a miracle she even managed to keep quiet as she did, especially in front of another customer.

“Oh, alright then. So, I was looking for a remedy…”

As the customer trailed off, Lingsha subtly shot a glare at you from above the desk, watching as you licked up traces of her cum and cleaned her cocks up. Nevertheless, it was still quite a mess down there, but Lingsha had bigger things to worry about. 

It will be a long day before her lunch break with you under there.

HERTA

“Madame Herta! Are you in there? Madame Herta?”

Furious knocks rapped at Herta’s office door, but the scientist didn’t utter a single peep. Too engrossed in showering you with affection as you sat on your mistress’ lap, all Herta could hear were the cute whines that left your throat and the lewd squelches of your cunt gripping her strap like it was the last one in the universe. 

“Madame Herta! Your meeting is in half an hour!” 

Herta simply rolled her eyes at her assistant’s frantic words. The other society members wouldn’t dare start the meeting without her, they could wait a little while longer while Herta busied herself with you. Yes, there’s no need to rush. Herta is just going to sit right here and have you squirm on her cock until you can't take it anymore. It had been weeks since she finally had the chance to be alone with you, and she wasn’t going to pull out anytime soon. 

“…Herta?”

“Quiet now.” She tsks and drums her fingers against her desk, not even facing you as she was staring directly at the way her strap sucked deeper into your cunt. She chewed her bottom lip and noted how much slick was gathering at the base of her cock, the white ring surrounding the silicone making her imagine you cleaning it off with your mouth. ‘Her lips would look beautiful sucking me off…’ Herta wonders to herself ‘Maybe I can hide her under the table at the meeting…no, too risky. Ruan Mei would notice easily.’

“Herta…” You whine again, wanting her to pay attention to you. She was, technically speaking, but you wanted her to look at you instead of drooling over your pussy. “What is it, you needy girl?” Herta exhaled sharply, finally looking up at you and pinching your cheek. “I’m just admiring you for a second and you’re already complaining. Honestly, I should leave you here right now and not even bother to make you come.”

“No!” You exclaim desperately, clinging to her shoulders and looking up at her with big, teary eyes. Herta could be so mean to you sometimes! You just wanted her attention, and it didn’t help that she kept edging you instead of moving like she promised. “Oh, don’t look at me like that. Now you’re going to make me look like the bad guy.” Herta sighed and cupped your face, giving your cheek a small pinch. “I am merely teasing, little one. But I can see when you’ve had enough.” 

She kissed your pouting, plump lips and shifted her hips, the snuggled strap on starting to plow into you at a shallow pace. The tip of the faux cock pounded relentlessly against that little bundle of nerves that had you arching your back. Oh how pretty you looked whining in front of Herta…your girlfriend had to hold herself back from reaching for her phone and taking a few photos of you bouncing. Tits in her face and your pussy creaming around her cock, Herta was starting to lose her cool. 

“Mm, that’s right…bounce on my cock little one, you need to come don’t you? Come for me…” Herta gave your rear a tiny pat and pulled you in for a kiss, lost in tasting your tongue and swallowing up any moans you let out. 

“Miss Herta!”

“Mmmph…five more minutes!” Herta pulled away from you with a growl in her tone, glaring at her assistant through the door as the string of saliva connecting you broke. “Tell the other members to wait just a little longer, I am finishing something important.” 

Right on top of the papers that Herta needed for her meeting, she grabbed your waist and hoisted you up to sit at her desk, pounding you into the table and soiling her precious reports with your cum. She didn’t care, honestly. So long as she had proof of your private time together, Herta was satisfied. 

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Glasses

Pairing: Agatha Harkness x fem!reader

Summary: At your covens bi-weekly game night, Jen points out that Agatha may be having problems with her eye sight…

Word Count: 3.7K

A/N: I recently saw a post about Agatha resisting her need for reading glasses and couldn’t get it out of my head… which led to this mammoth of a one shot. Bonus points if anyone can tell me what book Agatha is reading 😏

The soft glow of candlelight flickered across the living room as the evening wore on. The coven had gathered at yours and Agatha’s cozy, sprawling home in the quiet suburbs of West View, where coffee cups slowly became wine glasses as the night continued, and the magic was tempered with laughter. Game night had become a regular thing—one that Billy had insisted on, for "coven bonding". The table was crowded with the usual suspects: Billy, Lilia, Jen, Alice.

You were curled up beside Agatha on the couch, feeling her warmth and a possessive, secure hand draped across your waist as Billy shifted the cards in front of you. Agatha, in her usual domineering manner, commanded the space with her presence, even in such mundane settings. The power she radiated was more than just the centuries of magic she had at her fingertips; it was in the way she looked at you, the way she spoke, and the way she held herself.

“Alright, Agatha your turn,” Billy said, grinning as he shuffled the cards for Cards Against Humanity, a new game he’d brought to spice up game night after Lilia’s pick of Monopoly ended with Agatha putting Billy in a headlock and announcing she would never again play a boardgame with the coven again for a witch as powerful as she was above such things. Then after two days of you not putting out she caved and agreed to host the next game night.

Billy wiggled his eyebrows. “Okay Agatha you have to pick your worst, most inappropriate card. Show no fear.”

“I’m aware,” Agatha muttered sarcastically, crossing her arms and leaning back on the couch, her lips curling slightly into a smirk. “I’m sure I can manage without your help pet.” she teased as Billy pouted at the degrading nickname Agatha liked to use to irritate her student and coven member.

Alice chimed in, a playful glint in her eyes. “Is that so, Agatha? I thought the big bad witch was above coven bonding game night.”

Agatha huffed, clearly unfazed. She always liked the banter, but her eyes narrowed when she picked up her cards to read.

“Ugh, what is this?” She muttered, leaning forward slightly and squinting at the small print on the card. “This print is way too small for anyone with decent eyesight.”

Billy leaned forward, inspecting the card. “No, no, it’s fine, Agatha,” he said, shaking his head.

“You’re just getting old.” Lilia teased, having succumbed to wearing reading glasses herself a couple of hundred years ago now.

Agatha’s eyes shot up in a flash of fiery annoyance, her voice sharp as she snapped, “Excuse me?”

Jen couldn’t help but pile on the teasing. “Is the witch killer getting old? Maybe you need some glasses, Agatha. What’s next? A walking stick?”

Agatha’s posture stiffened, and for the briefest moment, you saw a flicker of something in her eyes—concern, maybe? Something more vulnerable than the powerful woman she always presented. Her hand tightened around your waist, pulling you closer as she huffed.

You leaned back into her, trying to keep the mood light. “You don’t look old, ignore her,” you said softly, feeling her tense form slowly relax as you pressed a gentle kiss to her temple.

Jen, ever the instigator, kept prodding. “Worried you won’t suit glasses, Agatha? It’s not like it’ll make you less powerful or something.”

Agatha glared at Jen, a flash of purple crackling in the air, and for a split second, you could feel the tension between them—something on the verge of too much. But then, as quickly as it appeared, she relaxed again, laughing darkly. “Are you really talking about power, Kale?” she drawled, eyes narrowing. “You’d have to stop using your magic for something more than selling cheap hand cream and jade eggs before you speak to me about power.”

Jen rolled her eyes and went back to the game at hand, muttering something about Agatha needing a chemical peel. You could feel Agatha’s mood shift, though, something more protective and possessive edging into her tone. She pulled you closer still, wrapping an arm tightly around your waist as if daring anyone to challenge her. “I may be older than you, but I’m not about to let something so trivial make me look like a relic.” She murmured in your ear before kissing your hair.

You blinked, realizing what was happening—Agatha was genuinely concerned about looking old in front of you.

With a soft smile, you leaned in and whispered, “You’re perfect Agatha.”

The comment seemed to soothe her, her hand gently smoothing over your side as she looked at you with an unreadable expression. "You don't mind that I'm an ancient witch, huh?" she murmured, almost sounding insecure, though she’d never admit it.

You shook your head. "Not at all. You're everything I want and more. I’m gonna love you forever till we are both old and wrinkly. Now, let's work as a team for this game night, hmm?”

She nodded and smiled, burying her face in your hair as you whispered what the cards said in her ear, but you could tell she wasn’t fully convinced.

~

A few nights later, you were lying in bed together, the quiet of the room filled with the soft rustle of pages as Agatha read in comfortable silence while you curled up against her body, placing occasional kisses against her skin. You had noticed, though, that Agatha seemed to be squinting at her book, holding it closer to her face. The sight was so endearing, and yet, it was clear something was off.

“Agatha,” you said, putting your book down with a soft sigh. “Why don’t you just get reading glasses?”

She stilled at your words, the briefest flicker of annoyance crossing her face. “I don’t need them,” she said firmly, not looking at you. “I’m still more than capable of reading fine print.”

You raised an eyebrow, seeing right through the act. “My love. It’s just a pair of glasses. It doesn’t make you any less beautiful. In fact, I think you’d look pretty sexy in them.”

Agatha glanced at you, her lips pulling into a slight smirk. “Sexy, hmm?”

You grinned. “Yeah. It’s like... you’re ready to teach me a lesson. Like a smart, sexy professor.”

Her eyes softened for a brief moment, the steely edge of her usual demeanor faltering as she considered your words. She let out a low, reluctant sigh. “Fine. Maybe I’ll think about it,” she muttered, glancing back down at her book.

But you knew the truth. Agatha had always been proud, and no matter how old she was, she would never admit to needing anything. It was part of what made her the captivating, powerful witch she was—and also part of what made her so vulnerable, in her own quiet way.

“Want me to read to you?” you asked softly, worried about her straining her eyes any further.

“I’m not a child,” Agath furrowed her eyebrows. “And I told you, I don't need glasses.”

“I know, I know” you cooed softly and gently took her book out of her hands. “I just thought it might be nice, I could read to you while you hold me” You smiled innocently, and despite you not being very subtly in your approach, Agatha decided to play along and pulled you up into her arms, caged between her thighs as you rested your head on her chest and began to take over reading for the evening. “You will think me cruel, very selfish, but love is always selfish; the more ardent the more selfish. How jealous I am, you cannot know….”

~

The afternoon sun filtered through the wide windows of Agatha’s home a few days later, casting warm light over the comfortably cluttered space. Books, ancient artifacts, and plants you had carefully tended were scattered throughout, blending the mystical with the homey. At the center of it all sat Billy, cross-legged on the floor, a shimmering orb of blue energy floating between his hands.

Agatha paced slowly in front of him, her long, dark coat swishing behind her, every inch the commanding mentor. She gestured with a pointed finger. “Focus, Billy. The energy needs to flow, not stutter. Let it move through you, not against you.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Billy said, his brow furrowed in concentration.

You watched from the cozy armchair near the corner, sipping tea and enjoying the sight of Agatha in her element. Her sharp, confident tone had softened just a bit for Billy, something you’d noticed more often lately. It made your heart warm.

After a while, Agatha clapped her hands. “All right, let’s take a break before your brain turns to mush. I need my students to be alert, not fried.”

Billy let the orb dissolve with a sigh of relief, slumping back against the sofa. He pulled out his phone, and moments later, his face lit up.

“Yes!” he exclaimed, thrusting the phone into the air. “I just got the notification—I've won it!”

Agatha raised an eyebrow, amused. “Won what? A new magical trinket, or are we talking about The Wizard of Oz action figures again?”

Billy rolled his eyes. “No, something actually cool. I won this old tarot deck on eBay—it’s perfect for Lilia’s birthday! She’s gonna love it.”

At the mention of Lilia, Agatha turned to you. “Speaking of birthdays…” She cocked her head, narrowing her eyes slightly. “Have we gotten her anything? Or am I about to look like a neglectful witch in front of my own coven?”

You smiled, setting your teacup down. “Relax, baby. I’ve got it all handled.”

Agatha’s lips curved into a sly grin, and she leaned her weight onto one hip. “Oh, do you now?”

“Of course.” You counted off on your fingers. “I found some antique jewelry with her birthstone. Very classy. And I’ve potted her a set of plants I know she’ll adore.”

Agatha hummed approvingly. “You do spoil her. Remind me to put you in charge of all our gift-giving.”

“Baby, I already am” you flushed red at her praise.

Billy, meanwhile, was practically vibrating with excitement, clearly convinced his gift was still superior. “Yeah, yeah, jewelry’s cool and all, but wait until you see this deck. It’s vintage, from the 1800s, with hand-painted illustrations. Check it out.” He handed his phone to Agatha.

Agatha took it, squinting at the screen. “What am I looking at here?” She held the phone closer, then farther away, frowning. “Is it damaged, or has this thing seen better days?”

Billy blinked. “Uh, neither? It’s just a normal phone. Agatha… I think you might need reading glasses.”

The air went still for a moment. You covered your mouth with your hand, trying, and failing, to stifle a laugh.

Agatha’s head snapped up, her expression caught somewhere between insulted and utterly appalled. “Pardon? Reading glasses?”

Billy raised his hands defensively. “I’m just saying, you were holding that phone like two feet away from your face. That’s a sign, y’know?”

Agatha’s offended gasp was theatrical. “Right. Fun’s over. Break’s done. Back to work, Kaplan. Maybe try focusing on your powers instead of my supposed eyesight deficiencies.”

Billy groaned. “Come on, I was joking!”

You stood from your chair, walking over to Agatha and resting a hand on her arm. She still looked put out, her lips pursed as though she was already plotting some sort of mild retribution. Gently, you leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to her cheek.

“Don’t be too hard on poor Billy,” you said, your voice sweet and playful.

Agatha turned her stormy blue eyes on you, her scowl softening. “No promises,” she said over her shoulder as she turned back to Billy, though her tone held a trace of humor.

Smiling, you headed toward the kitchen. “I’m going to grab you both some fresh lemonade. Try to behave while I’m gone!”

Billy snickered. “You hear that, Agatha? Behave.”

Agatha leveled a mock-glare at him. “Keep it up, and you’ll be working on energy manipulation until the sun comes up.”

You shook your head fondly, leaving the two to their banter. The sounds of their voices followed you into the kitchen, a comforting reminder of how much Agatha had changed since you’d come into her life. She wasn’t just a powerful, commanding force; she was your partner, your protector, and, sometimes, even a little vulnerable.

As you squeezed lemons and prepared glasses, you couldn’t help but chuckle softly. Reading glasses, huh? You’d have to keep an eye out for a stylish pair—after all, Agatha could pull off anything.

~

Later that evening, as you both curled under the sheets, Agatha nestled into your chest, content but still brooding about her pride. “What are you doing?” She pouted as you scrolled on your phone instead of lavishing her with attention.

“I’m looking online at glasses for you” You told her softly, aware of how badly this might go so you tried to keep it light “What do you think of these?” you joked as you showed her an image of outdated spectacles that would usually be found in the possession of somebody’s grandmother.

You couldn’t help but laugh as she shifted, the power in her demeanor slipping just enough for you to catch the slight unease in her eyes. She shot you a look as if to say, Don’t you dare tease me about this too. “If I’m old enough to be your mother, I’m certainly not going to let you see me in spectacles,” she muttered.

You chuckled, brushing a lock of her hair behind her ear. “You know I don’t care about that.” you placed your phone down on the bedside table and shifted to lay across from her in bed, her hands finding your hips and giving them a gentle squeeze. “And remember I think you’d look hot in a pair of reading glasses.”

Agatha finally met your eyes, her eyes softening just slightly before she gave a reluctant, but genuine, smile. “You really still think I’d look hot in glasses?”

“Absolutely,” you replied, a playful gleam in your eyes. “But I think you look sexy without them too. You don’t have to prove anything to me.”

She held you tighter, her usual bravado melting for just a moment as she buried her head in the crook of your neck. “Good,” she murmured, her voice a little softer than usual. “Because you're all I need to prove anything to.”

~

The coven had gathered once again, back in your living room for your bi-weekly game night, where the flicker of candlelight cast dancing shadows over the group. The atmosphere was familiar—lively banter, wine glasses clinking, the occasional burst of laughter. The table in the center was covered with snacks, playing cards, and a half-finished board game that had devolved into spirited bickering. It had become a beloved routine, the start of a tradition even, but tonight there was something different.

You were sitting beside Agatha on the couch as usual, feeling that quiet sense of contentment that only being near her could bring. She was the center of attention, as always, but there was something about her tonight that was subtly changed—her sharp, commanding presence tempered by something softer. For the first time, Agatha was wearing glasses. The sleek, dark frames sat neatly on her face, enhancing her already striking features, giving her an air of intellectual allure that you found endlessly attractive.

She’d finally caved. After a week of gentle teasing from you and a few pointed remarks from Billy, Agatha had purchased a pair. She hadn’t been thrilled about it, of course—her pride wouldn’t allow that—but seeing her wear them now, a slightly smug smirk on her lips as she flipped through a book, was all the confirmation you needed. She looked... well, even more stunning than usual. And after catching at your staring at her with a lustful haze in your eyes whenever she wore them certainly helped her adjust.

The coven members gathered around the coffee table, playing some old-fashioned board game this time, when Jen couldn’t hold back any longer.

“Okay, okay, I’ve gotta ask,” Jen said, her voice dripping with teasing amusement. “Is this really what I think it is? Agatha Harkness wearing... glasses?”

Agatha didn’t miss a beat, her lips curling into a smug, satisfied smile. Without hesitation, she pushed her glasses up her nose in a single fluid motion, looking every bit the domineering witch she was. You clenched your thighs together at the subtle action, biting your lip to prevent a needy whimper. Agatha glanced sideways and smirked, placing a possessive hand on your thigh.

“Glasses, yes,” Agatha replied coolly, her voice dripping with a mix of pride and playfulness. “A small concession for the sake of clarity. But don’t get too excited.”

Jen’s eyebrows shot up. “Really? I was starting to think you were above the need for such things, Agatha.” She grinned,

Alice chuckled, leaning forward as if to inspect them more closely. “You know, it’s kind of... cute.”

“Cute?” Agatha’s eyes narrowed slightly, but there was no venom in her tone. If anything, she was enjoying the attention.

But before she could respond, you sat up straighter in your seat, your usual soft demeanor hardening just slightly.

“Hey,” you said firmly, frowning at Alice. “Stop it. She’s mine.” The room went silent for a beat, the surprise evident on everyone’s faces. You were known for being sweet and gentle, never one to raise your voice or stake a claim so boldly.

Agatha’s eyebrows shot up, but her smirk turned into a full grin, her eyes gleaming with delight. “Well, well,” she drawled, leaning back in her chair. “Looks like my kitten’s got claws.”

Alice blinked, then held up her hands defensively. “Whoa, I wasn’t trying anything. Just a compliment.”

“Good,” you replied, still holding her gaze for a moment before glancing at Agatha.

Agatha’s expression softened, her grin melting into something warm and fond. “Come here, baby girl.”

Without hesitation, Agatha guided you onto her lap, wrapping her arms securely around your waist as she nuzzled into your neck. The rest of the coven chuckled softly, the earlier tension dissolving into affectionate teasing.

“Looks like someone’s feeling protective tonight,” Lilia quipped, nudging Alice with her elbow.

“Can you blame her?” Agatha said smoothly, resting her chin on your shoulder. “I am quite the catch, after all.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t suppress a smile. “Don’t let it go to your head, Miss Harkness.”

“Oh, too late for that,” she murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple. Agatha kept you close, her hands resting possessively on your hips or lightly trailing over your arm as the game continued. Every now and then, she’d steal a glance at you, her gaze filled with pride and adoration.

Jen couldn’t resist pushing further. “Yeah, I’m just shocked that Agatha Harkness is admitting she’s getting older”

The playful taunt hung in the air, but before Jen could get too cocky, Agatha smirked, her eyes flicking to you, then back to the group.

“Oh, Jen,” Agatha drawled, leaning back into the couch and crossing her arms, her voice smooth with a certain satisfaction. “You’re not entirely wrong. I am getting older. But my baby girl here”—she gestured lazily toward you curled up in her arms, her eyes glinting—“happens to like the glasses very much.”

You blinked, caught a little off guard by her boldness, but when you met her eyes, you saw the familiar glimmer of mischief. You felt your cheeks warm as Agatha continued, her tone playful but edged with something deeper.

“In fact, she made it very clear last night just how much she finds them... appealing.”

Jen froze for a moment, her teasing smile faltering as the implications hit her. She blinked, a blush creeping onto her cheeks as the other coven members exchanged glances, their eyes widening in surprise. You could see Jen’s eyes flick from Agatha to you, and then back again as if trying to process what Agatha had just implied.

You, on the other hand, tried your best to suppress a grin. Agatha’s protective nature had flared up again, but this time it wasn’t out of insecurity—it was pride, pride in herself and, somehow, in you, too. The room had shifted—what had started as playful teasing from Jen had somehow turned into a subtle reminder of Agatha’s deep affection for you.

Agatha wasn’t just powerful. She was proud. Proud of her magic, proud of herself, and—dare you say—proud of you. It was rare for her to show such vulnerability, but tonight, with the glasses perched on her nose, she allowed herself a little indulgence, teasing Jen and the others about the private, intimate moments she shared with you. It was a side of Agatha that few got to see.

You smiled, feeling an overwhelming sense of warmth. “I just think Agatha looks incredible in them,” you said softly, leaning into her. “Not that she needed them to look good, she’s just…” you voice trailed off as you gazed lovingly in her eyes, making Alice and Billy pretend to vomit all over the carpet.

Agatha looked down at you, her lips curling into a smile that made your heart flutter. “That’s right,” she murmured, brushing her fingers through your hair. “I didn’t need them to look good. But if they make her like this I’m prepared to keep them around.” She said in reference to your reverent gaze.

Billy snickered. “So you didn’t get them to see, just to make y/n not be able to finish sentences?”

You couldn’t help but laugh at Billy’s comment, but Agatha’s gaze never wavered from you. Her eyes softened as she looked at you, almost like she was savoring the moment, the way you always made her feel seen—not just as the formidable witch she was, but as the woman you loved.

“Thank you,” Agatha murmured when the game started back up and everyone went back to their playful bickering, barely audible over the soft laughter of the group.

You met her gaze, feeling the love in your chest swell. “You don’t have to thank me,” you whispered back. “I’ll always think you’re perfect, with or without the glasses.”

She pressed a kiss to your forehead, pulling you closer against her chest once more as she returned her attention to the rest of the coven.

You simply smiled, resting your head against Agatha’s chest, feeling her heartbeat against your ear as she let her arm drape around you protectively.

Tonight, Agatha might have been wearing glasses, but it was clear: she was as powerful, as captivating, and as loving as ever. And for you, that was all that mattered.

[tankymama]

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