The Faerie Stirs From Her Deep Slumber, Yawning And Stretching Before Rubbing Her Eyes. Though Her Wife

the faerie stirs from her deep slumber, yawning and stretching before rubbing her eyes. though her wife and daughter were already away at work and school respectively, she decided to spend the morning getting a bit more sleep. what a refreshing sleep it was, too. she goes about her morning routine as usual; brushing her teeth, washing her face, brushing her hair and putting it up in a braid, taking her pills and then getting dressed. she debated staying in her pajamas, but she didn't feel like being quite that casual today. next would be breakfast, but agatha stops when she feels a wintery chill by the front door. strange, it isn't prone to drafts, nor would maren leave it open (never in a million years). now, through the frosted glass, she sees a familiar silhouette. short stature, spiky hair— it could be none other than her dear friend from the soul society, captain hitsugaya, and that alone is enough to bring a smile to agatha's face.

she unlocks and opens the door, an umbrella already in hand and opened up, holding it out over him to keep the rain dripping from the awning off of him. her free hand rests on her hip. " captain. " agatha greets, her smile growing as she gestures for him to come inside. " come in, come in. i would assume it's too cold and wet, even for you! " she laughs softly, closing the door behind him once he steps into her home. " i just woke up a little while ago, so i apologize if i still look a little tired. regardless, is there anything i can get for you? drink, a snack, sweets? i just baked these chocolate chip cookies yesterday, so they're still fresh. "

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━━━━༺ ᵒ ༻ ❖ ༺ ᵒ   A s if the skies, outspread with viscous clouds aloft the earth, had conspired to depredate the entertainment of excursions with unsympathetic acrimony; a tempestuous deluge of objectionable rain unanticipatedly precipitated 'pon the metropolis's residents sans proferring him, as in a singularity, time to compose an assured course of returning to his apartment sans an iota of tribulations --------- wholly disrupting his mundane errand of acquiring noonday sustenance. ---- Prompted by an unappeasable urge to seek and thereupon locate refuge from the relentless downpour of an innumerous abundance of droplets, he unwittingly found himself standing at the entryway of Agatha's abode, a cordial associate he hadn't visited in countless months. Anxiety gripped at his lungs like a serpentine, constricting each breath as he grappled with the uncertainties of trampling over agendas within his endlessly proceeding mind. Conveniently, however, despite internal dissidence, there was an overhang protecting his unkempt alabaster mane, albeit only temporarily for the zephyr only augmented in velocity and vigorousness. Which is to say, the rain will inevitably breach the borders. -With his unoccupied extremity poised to employ a greeting knock, its fingers coiled into a tightened fist, hesitancy seizing it mere inches away from the wooden veneer, he was torn asunder 'tween announcing his presence and sparing those within from any unpremeditated encumbrance. - Exhaling a breath he hadn't realized was withheld, he opted for the latter out of reverence. Hoping the weather will expeditiously dissolve and bestow them anew the unparalleled luminescence of the sun's relieving embodiment.

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𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝: a little assortment of prompts revolving around painful, bottled up affection and endless yearning, as well as the possible result of finally taking action. remember to tag your dark themes. add +reverse to swap the roles.

[ 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 ] : receiver notices sender looking at them longingly. [ 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 ] : receiver hears sender calling their name while asleep. [ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐭𝐡 ] : sender drapes a coat / cape / etc. around receiver's shoulders. [ 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 ] : receiver is hugging a coat / cape / etc. that belongs to the sender. [ 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐦 ] : sender is helping the receiver through a panic attack / severe anxiety. [ 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 ] : sender takes a hold of receiver's both hands. [ 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 ] : sender and receiver are spooning for comfort and warmth. [ 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 ] : sender and receiver are finally about to kiss, but are interrupted. [ 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 ] : sender and receiver are finally sharing a passionate kiss. [ 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 ] : sender has just found the receiver who's been missing for weeks. [ 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬 ] : after being misinformed that the sender has died, receiver is grieving. [ 𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝 ] : sender is expressing anger over receiver's constant recklessness. [ 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬 ] : sender is voicing their negative opinion about a person who appears to be close with the receiver. [ 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 ] : sender has just told receiver "you belong to me". [ 𝐰𝐡𝐲 ] : sender has just asked receiver "why don't you love me". [ 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 ] : sender has harmed someone who threatened the receiver. [ 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐦 ] : sender has killed someone who threatened the receiver. [ 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭 ] : sender has gotten injured protecting the receiver. [ 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 ] : sender is getting frustrated with their repressed affection and asks receiver to leave them alone. [ 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐞𝐥 ] : unable to handle their fondness towards receiver, the sender lashes out and they end up in a heated argument. [ 𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐲 ] : sender is apologising for appearing cold. [ 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 ] : sender is telling receiver they "deserve better than whatever this is".

[ PALM ] toshinori squeezing agatha's titties through her shirt and bra uwu

the dirty kind of teasing. / accepting!

[ PALM ] ― your muse palms my muse’s penis / breasts through their clothes.

secretly, the two decided to stay in for the day. it proved to be a pretty good idea when neither were really needed for anything. they could just spend time with each other and catch up on the time when they couldn't. they spent most of the morning in bed, laying beside each other and simply holding hands and talking. not about any subject matter in particular, just... talking. it felt nice and good and agatha loved every minute of it. eventually they got out of bed and agatha changed out of her pajamas so she could cook a late breakfast for them. scrambled eggs, maple sausage links, toast with butter and strawberry jam with glasses of orange juice on the side. it was very good if she may brag.

they talked more and agatha soon got up to set the dishes in the sink to soak so she could do them a little later. she doesn't hear the chair toshinori sits in creak when he gets up, nor the approaching footsteps. she just feels when he wraps his arms around her, his chest pressing against her back. " what, c-can't stay away from me? " agatha teases, assuming he simply wanted to be near her and hold her but she quickly finds out his intentions are less innocent.

" t-toshi— " she moans his name, arching into his hands as they squeeze her breasts. a shiver runs down her spine, her heart flutters against her ribs. biting her lower lip, he leans back against him, head resting against his chest as she moves slightly to gaze up at him. " here, toshi? d-do you want me here? you— y-you c-can have me. "

🎤 if u don't say nice things abt ur wife, i will cry

hello? 911? i'm being bullied/j

Ichimatsu presents the birthday girl with 2 things: A strawberry ice crema sandwich that was in the shape of a cat. And a singular strawberry cupcake decorated to look like a cat.

" oh, ichimatsu, these are adorable!! thank you so much! " she exclaims, her eyes wide and sparkling as she gazes down at the delicious treats. they smell so good, too! " how about we share it, hm? you can have half of both! " agatha's smile grows and she cuts both treats in half, offering the two different halves to ichimatsu as she sits beside him, enjoying the sweet treats together.

[ WATCH ] muri 2 aggie

the dirty kind of teasing. / accepting!

[ WATCH ] ― my muse starts to masturbate in front of your muse.

" ah, ah, ah~ sit. " she puts a hand to the god's chest to keep him from coming closer and then points to the bed. she smiles when he does so and moves to the armchair near the bed so it's more within his line of sight. standing just out of reach, unties her robe and lets it fall, revealing her bare form. she sits in the chair, laying back a little as she gets one foot propped up on the edge of the cushion, her gaze focused intently on muri as she spreads her legs. the excitement is getting to her and she's already noticeably wet as she begins to touch herself.

she can't hold his gaze for long, eyes fluttering closed as she gets into it and begins to lose herself in the pleasure. it doesn't take for agatha's imagination to run wild, imagining muri's fingers there instead of her own. is he seeing it in his mind, too? she hopes so. she hopes it's driving him crazy while he has to sit there and watch her. except... this is also driving agatha crazy. so much for holding out.

" m-muri. " the faerie whimpers softly, gaze flickering to him. she looks pleadingly at him as she spreads herself for him, hoping to entice him. " muri, please, i-i need you. "