miss covenofagatha i return for my monthly tiny brainworm... I've been thinking of desperate! agatha non-stop, you know how we all say we've been conditioned to get turned on by your notifications? what if instead of notifications, it's just the look of you. hear me out:
(warnings: daddy!g!p agatha, sensory deprivation (sight), masturbation, cumming untouched because we love that,
imagine agatha, blindfolded and tied to the bed. perhaps it's a punishment for allowing rio to get so close, or maybe you just think she's due for a punishment for a change. she's desperate already, senses heightened by the lack of sight, and everything is so, so sensitive. a shiver runs through her body at every touch and she whimpers under you, dick dribbling pre-cum everywhere.
her back arches as you trail kisses across her skin, whining for you to "don't tease, baby, please." you click your tongue in disapproval, humming out a "can't you control yourself, daddy?" while sticking two fingers in yourself. agatha whimpers, voice strangled and desperate, "i can hear you," while you coo back, "that's the point, daddy," to her chagrin.
she doesn't know what you have planned. you've riled her up, edged her over and over, and she thinks the slightest bit of attention to her cock will make her cum. "need you, baby, please, please let me cum," and you decide to make a game of it. for every time she gets edged, you remove the binding off one part of her.
by the time the ropes are off her legs, she's using her newfound mobility to buck into nothing, seeking some form of relief. agatha is nearly delirious, babbling out "please" and "need you"s as you edge her one more time. rather than going for the rope on her arm, though, your fingers, still damp from your juices, reach for the blindfold on her face.
she groans at the moist feeling, eyes fluttering open, and agatha can't hold it. just the sight of you, with the shean of sweat from edging her (and yourself), lips parted, gaze so loving -- with a loud keen of "baby, fuck-", her eyes roll back, and in a split second, your tits and tummy are entirely, utterly, drenched in strings and strings of her cum.
agatha whines as you urge, "open your eyes for me, daddy," and you swipe a large glob of her cum with your fingers, swirling your tongue over it needily before gulping it down. she spasms, before you watch in complete awe as she blasts another load on you.
having your wife cum to the sight of your face might just be the most effective compliment you've ever gotten.
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this thought has been wrecking me for DAYS. I'm so glad to get it out my system, but it's your problem now...
do take care of yourself and hydrate, dear! i loved the latest fic with detective agnes, so consider this your reward for amazing stuff 💜
-lots of love, worm anon
OH MY GOD??? I am obsessed...part two for "a different kind of workout" anyone? (or maybe the hustle? idek but GOD this is so good)
I don't know how you constantly come up with these magnificent ideas but please never stop because they are so hot
It certainly is my problem now 🥵 not complaining though and your rewards are always top-notch (I think I'm becoming conditioned to them so how's that for a turning of the tables)
Take care of yourself too and I always look forward to talking to you 💜 lots of love right back
