Deny ( Marggie Hehe )

deny ( marggie hehe )

spicy action. / accepting!

[  DENY  ] ;  the sender denies the receivers orgasm.

there aren't any moments quite like these where the faerie is absolutely sure maren takes great pleasure in making her squirm and beg to let her cum. it drives her crazy, being continually brought to the brink, only to be pulled back from the edge by her wife stopping whatever she's doing. every time she does this to her, agatha ends up a whimpering, trembling mess. this time was certainly no different.

with her wrists and ankles bound, she can hardly move, save for squirming and writhing from the overstimulation. it was just too much! and she knows maren knows that because she's the one that holds her orgasm in her hands, and she was the one that would eventually decide to let her cum.

even with the blindfold, agatha still tries to look at her wife, managing to lift her head from the bed only a little. " p-p-please, my love, i-i— i can't t-take m-much more. " she pleads, pulling at her restraints as she desperately tries to move against maren's hand for any ounce of friction she could get. " i-i-i b-beg that you l-let me cum. p-please? please, maren, i-i w-want to cum s-so bad. "

regardless of whether or not she owed someone something, she still does her best to pay it back in full. she couldn't think of anything other than buying a meal for the two to enjoy together, and perhaps however many drinks either might like to enjoy before heading home. " i-i know, i just— p-please? humor me, a-at l-least just this once. " her smile grows a little and she asks for menus from the bartender now. she didn't get much of a chance to eat the meal she had with her... 'date', so she's still a little bit hungry.

agatha taps the pad of her finger against the edge of the bar as she looks the menu over. maybe she could splurge a little tonight, at least to make up for its horrible start. she orders a soda, a burger and a side of steak fries. hopefully a meal she could get through without feeling guilty about it. she looks to john as he orders something for himself, her smile returning now as they hand the menus back and remain at the bar.

now that that terrible experience is really over and the guy doesn't seem intent on coming back and settling things, she more visibly relaxes, a sigh leaving her. " i-i d-don't know why i let my f-friends set me up on b-blind dates. n-never again after tonight. " agatha shakes her head. do blind dates even work in the long run? she isn't sure. after how poorly the last ones went for her, she has severe doubts. maybe she'll just end up alone with a house full of cats and a couple of dogs. would that be so bad? maybe, maybe not. agatha glances up at john, head canting to the side slightly. " d-do you have anyone s-special in your life, john? "

   she  seems  pretty  set  on  doing  something  in  return  -  it  feels  a  little  off  for  him.  most  of  it  was  selfish  -  he  had fun  throwing  hands  with  assholes.  maybe  he's  a  little  fucked  up.  probably  too  fucked  up  for  someone  like  her.  she's  too  nice.  especially  to  a  man  like  him.  blood  on  his  hands,  fangs  in  his  mouth  -  always  wanting  to  rip  a  throat  out  at  the  drop  of  a  hat.  feral mutt.  attack  dog.

   but  the  heart  on  him  tells  him  he  can't  say  no.  it's  a  problem  he  parses  over,  furrowing  his  brows  for  a  moment.  just  let  her  do  it,  let  her  be  happy  about  it.  he  should  know  about  feeling  like  you  owe  someone  something.  he  owes  price  everything,  doesn't  he?  he  closes  his  eyes  and  lets  out  a  soft  exhale. jus'  go  with  it,  soap. 

   "aye.  john  mactavish."  he  offers  his  name,  flashing  a  grin.  "am  tellin'  ye,  dinnae  do  it  fer  any  thanks.  did  it  fer  myself  as  much  as  ye."  he  lets  out  an  easygoing  laugh.  "bu'  i  get  it.  i  do."  he  nods  to  her.  "dinnae  like  feelin'  like  i  owe  someone  as  much  as  the  next  lad."  he  offers  a  smile  her  way. 

   "if  yer  dead  set  on  it  lass,  then  aye,  i'll  take  ye  up  on  it." if  only  to  make  you  feel  better  about  the  whole  thing.  "jus'  be  aware  i  don't  need  nothin'  in  return,  aye?  ain't  expectin'  or  holdin'  ye  to  anythin'."

❛ there’s nothing you could have done. ❜ (from matteo, for agatha!)

" no, i-i know, but it— i-it m-must be difficult, l-losing o-one of your parishioners. " as many times as she's been here, delivering flowers for decoration, weddings, funerals, et cetera, she knows that particular man had been coming here for a few decades. " i imagine it t-to f-feel like losing a friend o-or family member. " agatha says, smiling sadly at the father as she places a bouquet of white lilies in a vase, setting it near the casket. with the funeral being held here, of course she offered to provide the flowers for it.

she steps back and gives a firm nod. " i-i think this looks beautiful, a-and i think the family will love it. " looking back at the father, her smile grows a little. " d-d-don't you, father matteo? "

don't think i'll be here today. helping dad take care of some stuff

the faerie's eyes widen at the sight of the blood on his palm. well, that wasn't good, was it? she knows this would work in her favor, in all of their favor, and they could make a clean escape, but... she has to help, doesn't she? it's in her nature, it's always what she's liked to do, even if it could get her killed in this instance.

" i-i want to. " it's all she can manage to say, trying to push her fear down, even if for just this moment. " y-you can a-a-and i expect you to. i-i w-won't be upset if you kill me. you... y-you're h-here to do what the entity wants, after all, r-right? " agatha asks softly, gazing into his eyes, still keeping his focus on her. " j-just keep breathing, okay? slow, d-deep breaths. th-think about... a-about s-something that makes you happy, l-let it calm you. "

Hand cupped over his mouth his gaze shifts to the blonde as she speaks calmly to him. Plum did as she told him, steadying his breathing before pulling his hand back to show the blood in his palm, the result of pushing himself so much. He didn't get it…. Why was she willing to help him? He was there to kill her and the others.

"Wh…. why are you helping me..?" His words were hoarse but still hushed. "I can still hurt you…"

i'd yet to post this here, but i lost my mother in april. due to it being sudden, we have no way of paying for cremation, which will cost us around $1800. my dad had to beg for a payment plan and the funeral home expects $500 by next month. i would ask for the full amount but if i can just at least get the $500 as soon as possible, i would truly appreciate it so very much. thank you for reading this far, anything helps and my paypal is allfr0gs