girl this is from january. i’m so late. i didn’t know where to find the asks section 😭😭😭 i think that she is fine is fuck and i need her in my room right NOW. i think she’s over-hated and i love the complexity of her character. my loser lesbian goat.
synopsis ; your job is to serve the madam director, and stay at her side until she tells you otherwise. unfortunately for you, she is intent on seeing just how far she can push your obedience.
taglist for eva fics (please comment about it to be included) ; @coldestmourning
cws ; collaring, pretty heavy dom/sub, puppy play, finger sucking, vibrator, praise, orgasm control
wc ; 4.8k (holy shit)
it starts small, like anything in life.
from regular orders, to a simple “come here” or “stay” for seemingly random times and places. it's not like she does anything after you follow her orders, either; the ever-pragmatic director just keeps working on whatever needs to be done until it is. then, she looks at you, and seems just a little satisfied when you're still standing in place exactly where she asked you to.
lately, though, it's been getting a bit... weird. she'll tell you to stay close to her at all times, even when nothing of note is happening. when there's nobody that's suspicious, no assassination attempts happening, she still commands you just a little closer. you don't think she's particularly scared of getting killed, but maybe it's just her human instinct. it's bound to come out after months of living on a ship sailing further and further away from humanity.
you just do what the director asks of you; it's not a particularly difficult job. even if she never explains herself, you assume there has to be a valid reason for someone like her, so you don't question it anymore. the pay is great, and the director is just a little peculiar, but far kinder than some of your other clients and bosses.
she makes use of you, and that's it. whatever her purpose, it's your job to simply do as she asks and deliver what she needs.
so, like on any other night, you don't think twice when she commands you to come over to her. you go from your corner in her office to the director herself in four steps, and expect to wait until her work is done.
you definitely aren't expecting her to yank you down to one knee by your tie.
you don't stumble, just accept it, but you make a noise that she almost laughs at. she isn't smiling, not really, but you've learned her tells by now. the little cracks in her mask always slip, this late at night.
anyway, back to... whatever this is?
it's strange? yes, very. it's new and confusing, too. overall, a great mix.
but the action doesn't strike you as bad.
so you wait.
the director turns back to her tablet and taps away. you fix your tie and collared shirt, then clean up your position, arms interlocked and your back straight. you decide to just look forwards, rather than tilting your head whichever way to look at either the director or the floor. the view is fine, just her legs and the underside of her desk. you can see out the window, too, if you tilt your head just a little.
it feels like you're someone who's proposing to their uninterested partner, honestly. she isn't paying you any mind at all despite her prior actions. but okay, if this somehow helps her concentrate, fair enough, you suppose. it's perhaps the strangest thing she's done, but she's a bit of a strange person in general and she has too much work to do for you to try and make it harder on her.
luckily for you, it's already getting late. the director usually doesn't stay up past four in the morning, so at most, you'll have about three hours to go. no interruptions, either, since everyone else cares a bit more about sleep than work. you'll stay on guard of course, since the night is prime-time for trouble, but you're not particularly worried.
you tilt your head up to watch her work. her hands smoothly move between screens and papers that contain only the most secret of information. she signs her name on various contracts and reports, and at this point, you think you could recognise her signature just from the sound alone.
the pen's sounds are nice to listen to, when you've got nothing else. the deep rumble of the ship is background noise that you largely ignore now, along with it's sailing through the arctic water. it's just like hearing breaths, now.
speaking of which, the director lets out a particularly annoyed sigh that you tilt your head at. she rubs her eyes and turns to you. “fetch me a coffee.” ah, so that's it. she doesn't want her frail human body to act human, is all. fine.
you nod and attempt to stand upright again, but she reaches out her hand and keeps you down. “i don't remember saying you could leave that position.”
you have to actually pause to make sure you're hearing her right. “well, you implied it.” she shakes her head, loosening her hold on you but not letting go. you're starting to believe this is just her attempt at entertaining herself after hours of mind-numbing work. you take a deep breath, not letting the annoyance show on your face.
“may i stand up in order to get you your coffee?”
she actually thinks about it for a good few seconds, before eventually nodding and letting go of you. “go ahead.”
“thank you.” you give your legs a quick stretch and head out, wondering if she might have you kneel down again when you get back. the thought isn't unpleasant, honestly. you're not in any pain thanks to the carpet, and you know the director would never let you get hurt. it'd interfere heavily with your job, after all. she can be playful, but always values being professional above all else.
you reach the kitchen in no time, and give the lone chef your lady's coffee order. you lean against a wall while you wait, scanning for any trouble. like usual, it's silent. despite how detached from humanity everyone on the ship is, they still stay respectful towards eachother and prioritise the mission over personal grudges. you're incredibly thankful, honestly. less headaches are always a blessing. even during the day, everyone just acts normal.
“coffee.” you hear, and turn to see the chef with a cup in hand. you nod and take it, giving a quick “thanks” and walking off. he just makes a grunt to acknowledge you, and you hear him fiddling with a pan before you close the door. hopefully this is the last coffee tonight. you give the director's office a few knocks on the door when you eventually reach it. “madam.”
“come in.”
you walk in, lock the door behind you, and set the coffee down next to the director. you go back to your prior position, and it only takes you a second to realise why she's smiling down at you. “eager, much?”
her smile is very pretty, you have to acknowledge. “i just assumed you wanted me here, again. or was i mistaken?”
she brings the cup of coffee into her hands, and drinks a third of it. “not at all. stay.”
fetch, stay, what's next—bark?
...
you have to stop yourself from actually doing it.
—
“tightening security includes... this?”
she just nods casually. “why would i take any chances?”
oh, whatever. you resist rolling your eyes and see what the director's personal bed quarters has to offer. it's been two days since the lead engineer nearly got murdered, and that was enough for the director to decide you needed to be by her side at all times. even when she's in her room.
honestly, it's cuter than you would've imagined. there's not many items to look at, but she's got a few souvenirs from around the world. plenty of job-related things, too, but you mostly focus on—
oh.
that's definitely private.
you turn your head back to the director, who's working diligently at her desk, and force your face to remain neutral. you did not just see anything inappropriate. everything is fine. you're doing your job, which means being a hundred percent focused.
of course, the director always knows when something's up. she stares at you for a few seconds, then moves two fingers to signal you to come over. you swiftly forget about the item and get close to her. maybe she wants another drink? but she wouldn't delegate that task to you if there are others around to take care of it. “yes, madam?”
she hooks her fingers around your tie, and pulls you to your knees, “down”, she tells you lowly. you go without resistance, and clean yourself up like usual. instead of just going back to work, though, she moves her hand to rest on the back of your head, and pushes you towards her thigh. your head comes to rest on her leg, and the director turns back to her laptop.
you're about to ask her “what the fuck” when you feel a hand playing with your hair absentmindedly, then landing behind your ear and scratching gently there, before stopping again. when she turns to her tablet, her focus on work doesn't waver, so you're left to be confused on your own. like always, you suppose.
it's fine. you're definitely not just okay with this because of the head scratches — it's... a nice plus, is all. that's really all. the director is a strange woman, so if she needs to keep her hand busy to focus, so be it. she's typing fine with just one hand, occasionally stretching it to reach the keys that are far away.
her hand looks unblemished, you pridefully note. all of the late-night massages you'd insisted on leave it uncallused. her fingers are slender, nails trimmed and clean. her other hand starts twirling your hair around a few fingers, again. you realise the path your thoughts are going towards and quickly duck your head to stare at the only thing you can; her leg. you're almost pressing yourself against it to escape your own brain, but decide you're not that stupid.
you're just not going to think about anything except your job description. "protect and obey eva stratt", it probably said. you can't remember the exact wording of the contract, but it's something like that. okay, there's nobody currently aiming for her head. that part's covered.
the director uses her hand to tug on your hair, trying to tilt your head back up. suddenly you feel very strongly about doing not that.
she lets out a hum.
please don't fire me, you ask telepathically. she responds by keeping her hand steadily on you, but doesn't go further. your employment is safe for another day, maybe?
she continues typing emails, schedules, and looks over various documents that have been sent to her today. you just breathe and make sure you're fully calm before even thinking of moving.
okay, okay. you move your head upwards, returning to watching the director work. she pauses. when you feel a few scratches behind your ear, she starts up again. it feels nice. her hands are pretty and treating you softly, so there's no fault in thinking it's relaxing. nothing weird about it, either, plenty of (other) humans like getting scratches like this, right? surely.
her hand moves from your ear to the top of your head, where she gives you a few pats and strokes her thumb across your hair. you force yourself to keep quiet. you're not going to weird her out by making any noises; you've both got jobs to do. she's just... making yours a little bit harder. ever so slightly. which is fine.
you'll just ignore the weird feelings bubbling up, ignore her weird actions, and ignore the little object you'd s— nope! nope! out of your brain, it goes! be ignored!
you'll keep your head up, face unaffected, and your hands still. it shouldn't be hard to focus just on the positives of this, right? the comfort, the safety. it's very nice, you admit.
you really are thankful that the director is your boss. she cares about you, of course, and gives you whatever you need to carry out your harder tasks. in return, you're loyal to her like nobody else.
...the scratches do feel really good. your eyes droop, just a little, and you allow yourself to relax for once. you'd done every check you needed, like every other day, and there was no cause for concern. so, you'll lean into her hand, just this one time. it won't hurt.
you feel a bit tired, but a voice that you recognise as the director's is calling your name.
you blink. one, two, five times in quick succession.
you're leaning with your face against her leg. you practically jump off after realizing.
“y—yes, madam?” you offer your best shot at a stable voice. she's looking down at you, amused, and brings a hand to scratch under your chin. “is my dog falling asleep, while on duty?” she tuts at you.
dog? oh come on. “forgive me, director. i was... distracted. i promise to do better in the future.”
“hmm...” she stares at you. you feel her hand creeping back towards your neck. “yes, you will. i'll make sure of it.”
you're very nervous to ask how, but you don't need to; she answers the question before you can pose it by bringing her thumb to your lips, and holding your chin up with the rest of her hand. “open.”
you breathe and open your mouth slightly, and she pushes her thumb in as soon as there's enough space. when you let out a choked sound she presses down on your tongue and rubs it slowly, as if soothing you. she looks at the time on her laptop. she closes it without a second thought, strangely, so you quickly glance at the clock above her door to understand what she's thinking. 03:46.
you can taste the sweetness of the dessert she ate earlier. she insisted on it to nobody in particular, as a reward for all her hard work lately. rarely did she actually care about herself, so each time she brought it up, you agreed, only a little curious when she'd seemed happily surprised at the taste. now you could agree again that, yes, it was worth waiting until the end of the day for. does she want you to clean off the residue?
“i was right. you are very pretty like this.” she says casually, nodding lightly to herself and tilting your head up to see your face better. you barely resist the urge to close your eyes or look away. she turns her body so she's facing you and uses her free hand to return to her earlier motions; scratching softly wherever she reached.
your gaze follows her hand, giving little kitten licks to her thumb. she seems happy with you, so you get just a little braver and actually do your best to clean the sugar off, wrapping your tongue around her finger and sucking.
she's staring at you, you notice, when you bring your eyes back to her. rather intensely, at that.
you can work with that.
you bring your hand to hers, and push her thumb further into your mouth. you hold her hand from below, gently, massaging at the various muscles that she tends to strain. she's stilled. so you keep going.
eventually, she pulls her digit from you and cleans it off with her handkerchief. you won't ever admit the loss feels just a bit sad.
she has you sleep in her bed. it's at least king-sized, so neither of you are touching. you're not sure if you're glad about that or not.
—
you click on your watch to start a five-minute timer, and set it down nearby. the faucet gets turned on, temperature set to high, and you quickly shower yourself in the hot water.
you're still panting from your workout, but you're calming down. you squeeze some shampoo onto your palm and scrub your scalp clean with it. there's a loud knock on the shower room door.
you resist groaning. you rinse your hair, turn the shower off, and clothe yourself in a towel. you open the door to a familiar face; one of the director's fellow bodyguards. he's quick to speak, “ms. stratt wants to see you.”
you give him a look. “is it urgent?”
he shrugs and just moves his head in the direction of the door. you get the hint, so he leaves as quickly as possible. at least he has manners.
you can shower again later, probably. at least you had two minutes. you dry yourself off for the most part, and put on the t-shirt and pair of sweatpants you'd brought along. a bit unprofessional, but that's not your fault. normally you'd have thirty minutes of free time after this, but alas, duty calls.
you pack your items into a sports bag and sling it over your shoulder, hurrying over to the director's office. since it's not ten o'clock yet, she's not going to be in her room. you do your best to shake off the leftover water droplets from your hair on the way.
you give the door your usual knock. “director, you wanted to see me?”
surprisingly, she opens the door herself and nods. “yes.”
she's only a little caught off-guard at your outfit. she sees the wet hair and bag and puts it together. “ah, so that's what took you. come in.”
she leads the way to her chair, and you kneel down next to her after setting your bag down. you'd really like to know what this is about, but impatience isn't a quality the director appreciates.
she digs through a drawer on her left, and tells you to close your eyes. a gift, then? you're appreciative, but was it that much of an emergency?
you let go of the thought and close your eyes, listening to what you swear sounds like a hard and some other, softer material, but it's not very easy to tell. she tilts your head upwards. is it food? you'd like a trea—snack. a snack.
you feel her hand wrapping around your neck like usual, but something joins it. it closes around your throat with a click, and you suddenly become very aware of what it is.
a collar.
it feels comfortable on your skin, just tight enough to stay in place but not to constrict. you open your eyes when she pauses and, yes, it's definitely a collar.
the director puts two fingers under it, and decides she needs to click it tighter. she's looking at you perfectly normally, like this is all very regular between friends or whatever your relationship is. you swear it's not. you try to convince yourself that, hey, this is weird?, but you can't bring yourself to care that much. the collar just feels right.
you bring a hand up to feel it. you run it along the sides, slide a finger underneath, and vaguely think you like the accessory. you feel letters carved into the inside, and pause to understand what it says. you carefully feel each letter. it's a short word, thankfully. it says...
stratt.
she sees when you realise it. she tilts her head with a smile, her gaze questioning how you feel about it. you don't know how to answer, so you just drop your hand back to your lap and don't. she keeps staring at you like you're a lab rat.
it's definitely not attractive.
realizing you're not going to be able to avoid speaking, you do your best attempt at your usual, neutral tone. “thank you for the gift, director.”
she nods, “i have twenty minutes of free time, now.”
ah, that's good for her. she doesn't get much of that. “would you like to sleep? i would, of course, watch over you.” you try to remember what she needed to do after. a virtual meeting, you recall. one she'd been particularly dreading. but at least she can have those in her personal room. “i wouldn't mind transporting you, either, so you could get as many minutes of rest in as possible.”
she just shakes her head, the smile never leaving her face. “no thank you. i'd like to spend my time differently.”
you tilt your head and remember not to pout. okay, so do that? i'd like to use my free time, too...
you hear a click. not from your collar, this time, though. soon, a light vibration starts, too. you're just kind of confused until the director reveals her masterplan.
she clicks again and the vibration stops. out of her pocket, she takes out—
oh. the same little device you'd turned away from in her room, days earlier. what does she even want with it? does she want to use it on herself, and have you stand guard outside the door? or does she want you to use it on her, or just watch or oh god does she want to use it on you?
“this should be plenty entertaining.”
okay, so definitely the last option. you feel a rather strong sense of doom at the thought.
she lets the vibrator drop in front of you and puts the small remote into her hand. “fetch.” she speaks in such a way that it feels mocking and sincere at the same time. you just swallow and pick it up, staring at it. it's a dark red, like you remembered. has she... used it on herself, before?
you don't give yourself the chance to wonder and grow even more embarrassed. okay, just take off your pants in front of madam stratt, no big deal at all...
you place a thumb in-between your skin and sweatpants, dragging them down just enough to pool around your knees. you look back up at the director to confirm this is what she's asking for and that you're not being an insane pervert. you regret it after two seconds; she's gazing at you like you built the gates of heaven. you look back down.
you carefully reach to your underwear, and pull it down, too. the director interrupts.
“put those back on, after. they're cute.”
her voice is seriously going to kill you. but you pull your panties up anyway once you've positioned the vibrator, just because she asked. your hands squirm and interlock on your lap. she brings her free hand to your face and forces eye contact. “fix your posture, darling.”
“y—yes, madam.” you force out the words, and straighten your back. your hands join together behind you, and your legs get back into the perfectly symmetrical position she expects of you. she hums, and gives you a few soft scratches behind your ear. you just barely don't lean in, “t—thank you, mada—ngh!”
click.
“dogs don't speak, do they?”
your breathing turns heavy, suddenly feeling every sensation very strongly. the vibrator is on, and god, what setting is that? it already feels like you're hurrying to an orgasm. but you make yourself stay still, and try your best to avoid making any noise. you can't even say sorry, so you just nod.
it only works a little, and you release a deep breath after the vibrations lower to a much more manageable level. is she planning on being that mean the entire time? you think you'll drop dead, if yes. but happily.
she leans down and lifts your shirt to just below your chest. she follows the lines of your abs slowly. she starts near your underwear, then patiently goes up to just below your bra. then she starts low again, tracing each and every line of your muscles with hyper focus. you blame their sensitivity on your prior work out.
it seems her hand gets tired. her fingers slips on the remote, and you're letting out a humiliating noise before shutting up when you feel the arousal quickly building again. “hold that,” she gives your shirt a quick tug, letting it fall back down.
you reach out a hand to do as she's asked, but she tuts at you, and clicks. you think this is the highest setting the vibrator can go, but you aren't going to bet on it. you bite your thumb to keep quiet, other hand digging into the ground behind you.
she clicks again, turning it down to maybe one third. “i don't remember paws being so flexible, puppy. use your mouth, okay?”
you take a second to calm down, but nod. you quickly bring your shirt up to your mouth and bite down on it. at least it'll muzzl— muffle! muffle your noises. “hm, good girl.”
she pets you on the head, whispering teasing and soothing remarks while watching and continuing to draw lines on your body. when you start feeling the tight knot in your stomach, you realise you can't really ask her if it's okay to just finish on her floor. either she says that dogs don't speak, or she'll comment on you releasing your shirt. or both.
you make a sort of hum sound and tilt your head downwards to hint at it, but your constant squirming has probably given it away already. she doesn't let you off easy, of course.
“what's that, pup? if you want to cum, you'll have to ask.”
so are you allowed to speak, then? you doubt it. she doesn't turn back on her word like that. so, what else can you do to—
ohh.
well, you could bark.
is it worth it, though? would it be worth your pride and sanity? you think you'll go insane if you can't finish though, and you're already close to rock-bottom in terms of pride. but, come on! barking!? that's... kind of hot, somewhere in your deeper thoughts, sure. but way too much!
you bite your tongue.
the director hums. “last chance, honey.”
you let out a small whimper, but refuse.
the buzzing stops with another click.
you lean against her desk and let your shirt fall out of your mouth, trying desperately to catch your breath.
you hear another click, but no vibrations. instead, there's a pull on your collar. she's probably trying to get you to fix your position again, but you can't feel her finger. you open your eyes to an honest-to-god leash. she's wrapped the end of it around her hand, and is pulling you towards her. you breathe and lay your head on her knee.
she sets the remote down and holds onto your hair, tightly. “have you decided to disobey me, dog?” the word sounds like venom from her mouth. gone is the cute puppy nickname, back is the mocking tone.
you shake your head.
“but you did.”
i'm sorry. she clicks on the remote again, now back to its maximum level. you moan, ducking your head down, but she forces you back up with a harsh tug at the back of your head. “this could've been so much easier, but you decided to be bad. so now, you won't get to cum at all.”
seriously? come on, that's unfair— you did everything else right! you can already feel the orgasm coming up, and let out a real whine when the director just gives you a pitiful look. “you know how to be good for me, don't you?”
you're going to die if you don't get to cum. so fine, she wins. you glare at her, bringing your hands up next to you like paws. you're embarrassingly quiet, but you can't bring yourself to care.
“w—woof.”
the hold on your hair is gone. she just gives you gentle scratches and pets, now. “very good, puppy. see? you can be so good for me. now, ask me properly, like you should've in the first place.”
you give up the glaring and get louder, hands grabbing at her pants. “woof!”
she leans down to give you a kiss on the forehead. “what a good girl. okay, you can cum.”
it feels like your body giving up when you do. it's amazing, and strong, and overwhelming. you think you make some obscene noise, but you can't tell. you lean on stratt's legs for stability, and she wipes the few tears falling down from your eyes softly. you grab at her hand when the vibrator keeps going, and you hear it click off. she's speaking, you think. you try to focus.
“good, you're being very good for me, darling. there there, it's alright, i've got you. my good girl.”
she's cooing softly at you, pressing kisses to your head and running her hands through your hair. you could fall asleep here so easily, but...
“y—you haven't finished, yet.” you force out. your voice is still trembling, but better. she keeps up her soft actions, taking a pause before speaking.
“four... hm, okay. come here, puppy.”
she tugs the leash towards her lap. you climb onto her, about to take off your underwear and give her the little red device to help her out, but—
“keep them on.” she undoes the button on her pants, and pulls the zipper down. “you'll be good for me again, won't you?”
a click. a familiar, overwhelming buzz.
she's going to kill you, if she keeps this up. you'll let her; there's nothing you won't do for your stratt.
You have a secret, and you just can't keep it all in the closet anymore. But will your wives understand? | Trans AU MasterList - Tumblr Request - @panicatthestrap | Agatha Reader Rio MasterList - CHAPTER 2 OUT NOW READ HERE!
Warnings: Mommy Kink/Daddy Kink / BDSM and Intimacy Kink / Haircuts / Gender affirming / Anxiety Attacks / Blood and punching of mirrors / Angst with Comfort / Non-Binary Reader / No Magic AU / Gender Affirming Products / They/Them Pronouns / Dysphoria mentioned and tackled / Love and Sweetness ahead / I only know how to write Series - So welcome to a new series bby/ Rio has a good family / Agatha and Rio have day jobs / BBC and Hockey Aesthetic / MDNI 18+
You slammed your laptop down as fast as you could, like someone with a secret.
Rio arched her eyebrow and eyed the MacBook you’d just assaulted.
“You okay, babe?”
“Oh yeah, totally good. Didn’t know you were home, you just get here?”
Rio looked at your pink cheeks and then back down to your laptop, and her teeth chewed at her lip like she was deciding something before nodding twice.
“Yeah, we did. Doesn’t your phone go off when we get home?”
You’d all downloaded an app so that you got notifications when either was at work or home, Agatha had been obsessive about checking it. Rio pretended at first she didn’t care, but you caught her checking it now.
“I must not have heard it go off.”
“You busy doin something?” Rio tilts her head to the side just enough to be adorable and inquisitive.
“Oh, nothing big. Just seeing the draft picks for hockey this year.” It wasn’t a complete lie, you had started there and then ventured further into the internet.
You’d checked into some online shopping….packers and tape. It was sort of an accident, one night you had been scrolling and seen some cutie on Instagram talking about gender affirming products.
Pandora’s fucking box that was.
Suddenly, you were pulling your hair a little tighter into the bun, wearing baggier button-downs, holding the sock, and looking down at your underwear, wondering…just wondering.
But like a song on repeat, the thoughts didn’t stop.
It ate at you, this thought. It became bigger, seeming to have a snowball effect.
What if?
What if?
What would you look like if the shirt didn’t have the chest imprint, what would you look like with shorter hair?
So last night, when Rio had fallen asleep with the news on, Agatha had moved her hand to the back of your neck. She’d thrown her legs over your lap, and you’d watched BBC news casually as Rio ranted.
Being together this long had its perks, and one of them was; you knew both of them better than yourself. And so when Rio started to rant at the news, you knew she’d be asleep within twenty minutes. And that Agatha would make the move to fuck you.
She’d work you into a tizzy, and Rio would wake up to you bent over the coffee table, or on your knees, or screaming Aggie’s name.
Just how your older wife wanted it, for Rio to get needy and jealous. It was a game, and it wasn’t. Agatha genuinely liked having you to herself, and getting to tell Rio that if she’d only stayed awake, she could have had you first was just a plus.
You three have been together for about twelve years now.
You’d actually dated Rio from a blind date set up from a friend. A few days later, Agatha had picked you up at a bar. You dated them both for a few weeks before feelings became too much for both of them. You’d broken it all off, figuring if you fell this hard for two people this fast, it must be bad. Something must be wrong with you, and how little attachment parenting you’d grown up with. Another reason to talk to your therapist.
That was a long time ago, and when the nickname Mommy and Daddy did slip out of your mouth. It was met with arousal and orgasms. So you guessed that in the end it all worked out well for you.
But last night, when Agatha’s hand was playing with your hair, you felt a clamminess overtake you. Your feet shifted on the hardwood, Agatha noticed, of course.
Normally, her touch in your hair as she read, ignoring Rio's rant, would soothe you. So when her fingers didn’t do that, red flags went up quickly. But Rio wasn’t done talking about global warming or the impending war.
Or about how our government ideals were dated and needed blah blah blah. All true, and all very much not what Agatha was focused on tonight, in this moment. But Agatha was nothing if not patient.
So when Rio finally fell asleep, after her normal Ben and Jerry’s brownie batter indulgence and talking herself to exhaustion.
Agatha’s hand trailed down to the baby hairs on your neck and then lower. Knowing what it did to you, but tonight you shot up. Her legs falling off of your lap with a thud. Agatha’s left eyebrow arched immediately in disbelief, and her mouth opened in annoyance. But you didn’t stay long.
“I forgot to shower after my run.” You awkwardly threw your thumb towards the stairs. Agatha doesn’t take it for what it is, instead finding you adorable, and her face no longer holds irritation at all.
“After Rio’s rousing speech on global warming, I believe we should save the water and shower together, dont’ you think Bunny?”
You laugh but it’s forced and she notices, you gulp and set out to shoot her down fast. But she gets another idea.
“You know I like the taste of you after a run just the same, come here.” Agatha pats the sofa where you just were but you are like the nicknamed rabbit, ready to flee.
“Nah, It’ll be quick, then we can watch that documentary you wanted to see.” You say but you are walking backwards and Agatha’s looking like she’s about to stand but you walk faster.
“What was the name of it?” Your voice cracks and you feel like this isn’t going well. Agatha scoffs but allows you this now.
“Paris is Burning?” She asks and you pale more.
“No, no, the one about cults! Listen Aggie, I just need a quick shower and then we can watch it ok?” You try and Agatha just seems conflicted as you run up the stairs and away from her.
Telling your wife you didn’t want to have sex was foreign to you, and to her.
And lying to Rio was also something you’d never really done before. So as you’d been avoiding discussing things, it seemed to only wedge something between the three of you.
“Help me with groceries?” Rio asked breaking you from your thoughts and you set the laptop down. Walking towards her as she swerved around you and grabbed the laptop before jumping back so you couldn’t take it back.
“RIO! WHAT THE HELL!” You yell but she flips the top open and types in your password only for it to not work.
Ok, so maybe the gender thing had been going on for more than a week or two. Maybe you’d changed your passwords on your phone and computer, maybe you were hiding. Fuck.
“Your password has been AgRi069 for years. What is this?” Rio turns her attention to you now, as she types in the password for the third time only for it to be wrong.
“Oh, yeah I changed it recently.”
Rio wasn’t buying it.
“Ok, so what is it?”
“Aren’t there groceries we need to get?” You counter and go to walk out, hoping this would end.
“You remember when my Tío taught you poker.” Rio says putting your laptop down on the sofa in the small office you three shared.
“Yeah?” You don’t make the connection.
“Well, he should have taught you to bluff better. You’ve never lied to me before, so I didn’t quite recognize the look at first. But I’ve seen it a few times recently and now can successfully tell you you are a terrible mentirosa.” Rio’s face turned dark, and you knew this side of her, you’d seen it a few times now too. It was past pain reflected back on you.
“Rio, let me explain.” Your words don’t hold any weight now.
“I wish you would. Who is she?”
“What?” You asked confused.
“Well, you took Agatha’s face ID off your phone. Because she tried to open your phone to see if you were in trouble, or cheating. I said you wouldn’t, not ever. Not who we are, but now your laptop. You don’t watch porn without me, I know that. So what are you looking at? Who is she?” Rio stepped forward and your face turned to pure horror.
“You two think I’m cheating on you?” You can’t believe that is where they went.
This was the perfect time for Agatha to walk in after finishing loading the groceries and hearing Rio raising her voice. Knowing that there was no MMA fight today, hockey season hadn’t started, and the BBC wasn’t on. She was a little confused.
“Papi, thanks for all your help with the groceries. Bunny, what’s going on?” Agatha said, fully walking in and seeing your look of upset, and Rio’s fury. The veins in Rio’s neck were throbbing from her rage.
“I want to know who it is. I want to know who I’m fighting. I’ll fuck them up. Not just their car or their face, but their god damn life. If you think you can just cheat and walk away you are nuts. I’m fighting for you, we’ll…fuck we’ll do what’s the american word for it? Fuck, uh-um couples therapy!” Rio snaps her fingers for it, and you are gawking at her. And Agatha is now caught up, and her hair whips to the side as she eyes Rio and then jerks to look at you.
“What the hell is happening?” Agatha’s voice sounds like it’s coming out of a ghost.
“You were right, she’s cheating. And I’m calling my brothers and Tío. I’ll set this bitches house on fire. I don’t care!” Rio’s voice rose, and you forgot how to speak and blink. Your mouth is just hanging open.
Rio starts to rant in broken spanish and you can’t even begin to decipher what she’s saying as a lot of it is cursing and slang.
“My love, calm down.” Agatha put her hand up to Rio, who was turning to open the laptop again and guess more passwords. But Agatha let her as she turned and grabbed your arm, but you jerked away. Another new habit, you weren’t loving being touched right now. Agatha didn’t let her hurt show.
“My Angel, can you tell me what’s going on?” Agatha’s voice turned softer for you, knowing you didn’t do well in conflicts like this.
“I-I..” You couldn’t believe this was happening.
“Gimmie your phone! I wanna talk to her!” Rio shouted, and you couldn’t believe it, how quickly her trust was shattered. She never yelled at you, knowing you didn’t handle it well.
“Rio, my love, calm down. Stop this.” Agatha snapped, and you sat down on the sofa again and started to have a panic attack. The room spun and you felt like this was a nightmare. No longer your home.
Agatha got onto the floor and grabbed both sides of the arms of the chair to lock you in.
“Sweetness, can you box breathe for me? Or can we ground together?” Agatha attempted but you were past that.
Rio had put her hands in her hair and was freaking out, you were having a panic attack and Agatha wasn’t sure how to put this fire out. But she wasn’t about to lose both her wives to whatever this stupid conflict was.
“She’s cheating! I can’t believe this! I trusted you! I love you!” Rio was freaking out and you finally snapped.
“I’M NOT CHEATING DADDY FUCK! I’M SCARED! I-I’M WRONG! I’M MADE WRONG!” You screamed and ran out of the room and up to the bedroom and slammed the door and then headed to the master bathroom and locked it.
You couldn’t believe it, you hadn’t done this since you were a teenager, lock yourself in a god damn bathroom.
You looked around to try to figure out what to do next that’s when you caught yourself in the mirror. Your face was the cruelest thing you could have ever seen. You yelled before punching the stupid reflection of yourself. It didn’t feel good, not like the movies. Not like you had hoped. The moment your fist left the adrenaline hypdriving in your veins, but the realization caught you with it’s jagged edges. You punched a mirror. How juvenile. How stupid!
Then you let out a string of cursing as the mirror shards dug into the soft flesh of your hand. Not yet feeling all of the pain but the cold and the blood pooling out of you now.
“OH FUCK!” You cried, looking down to see the fragments. “That’s why I’ve never punched anything, oh shit that hurts. ” You spoke out loud and now your panic was morphing faster and your hand was bleeding, and your mirror was cracked. You moved your fingers and a small piece of mirror fell out of your hand clattering to the tile floor.
“Baby! Open the door!” Rio shouted, and you felt tears falling down your face.
“Angel, please, open the door for us. Baby please, let us help.” Agatha tried but you just cried and grabbed the side of the sink and tried to think of how to put this monster back in the closet. How to put you…back in the closet.
How do you undo this? How do you stop thinking of it? How could you have been made as such a mistake?
The door jam cracked as Rio kicked the door in and pushed the shattered wood in before both your wives saw your hand and stopped. The moment carrying all of the fear everyone had for different reason. Time just stood still, like it does when a lie, much like a fire get’s it’s first big breath. This lie had just blow the windows out of your perfect happy home.
And now everyone couldn’t lie about the smell of gas, no more ignoring it. They saw the flames, and now you all had to deal with how to get out of the house without letting it consume you.
Agatha and Rio’s gaze went from your face to your hand to the mirror and back again.
You stepped back as Rio stepped over the broken door. Agatha trying to remember how to breathe.
“Please don’t. You can’t love me. I’m not…It’s all wrong. I’m wrong please-” You hiccup, you are crying so hard no,w and Rio eyes the shower and turns it on before she pushes you in fully clothed. Grabbing your cellphone and throwing it onto the floor.
The water falls over your head, and you gasp at how cold it stings you, but Rio steps into the shower fully clothed with her converse still on.
“Take a breath. Come on, I’m sorry, baby. Just breathe.” Rio say,s but she doesn’t touch you, simply stays in your eyeline, stepping a little closer so you are both under the water now. So that all you can see are her eyes.
Agatha throws open the medicine cabinet to find what she’ll need for your hand. You don’t notice, because you can’t notice anything. But her whole body is shaking in fear.
“Tell me what happened when I took you to Cape Perpetua,” Rio instructs, and you are gasping and stuttering, and you can’t breathe.
“R-rRi-o I-” You can’t breathe.
“Take a breath, tell me what happened.” Rio won’t let it go, won’t ever let you go.
“I b-roke my ha-and I got dr-drunk camping. And I slipped on a rock and fel-ll.” You can’t talk right yet, but that doesn’t stop your wife.
“Yeah, and what did I tell you?” Rio said and you saw her eyes fill with tears now. You move your uninjured hand to wipe at the snot and Rio takes her shirt off and wipes your nose with it. And you can’t even be embarrassed about how gross you are right now.
“Y-you told me I-I would be o-ok.”
“What did I do?” Rio moves slow as she pushes the hair out of your face so you can still see her clearly.
“Y-you carried me out of the forest until we got to the car and drove me to the ER.”
“Yeah, and what did I say to you when we waited for X-rays?”
“That you loved me unconditionally.” You said without gasping and hiccuping. The chemicals in your body slowed now, a dull ache in your head. Your fear not gone, but the memory was cooler now, like vix vapor rub on your sick mind.
Rio must have seen the shift too, because she spoke into your personal space, not allowing you to sink into despair alone.
“That's right. I told you I love you unconditionally. That I had never experienced this before. That kind of love, the love we have. I told you that I was never more scared than when you got hurt. That I’d do anything to keep you and Aggie safe. That I felt like all my shitty relationships were worth it, because now I had the real thing. But that- that I didn’t know how to love all the right ways yet, that I’d make mistakes. But that I-I needed you, both of you. And that I love you unconditionally, that there was nothing you could ever do, that would change that. Baby, I’m so sorry, I panicked.” Rio’s voice wasn’t as sure now, as she said that last part. The fear that she had hurt you, that she was being an idiot. That somehow your wife had driven you to this place of hurting yourself.
You have to stop this idea now.
“I would never cheat on you. I love you. And I know how much those people hurt you.” You say, and you feel your body grow cold, and your teeth start to chatter. Rio doesn’t even think, she just turns the water off, and Agatha is on you so fast. Wrapping a towel around your wet body, she manhandles you out of the shower to sit on the edge of the tub so she can be the doctor now.
Your hand is still bleeding, and she pats it dry and takes tweezers to take the three large shards out of your knuckles. She doesn’t speak, almost like she’s too afraid. Which makes no sense, Agatha wasn’t one who scared easily. Agatha was a writer, a journalist before that. She’d been in war zones and written on horrible atrocities.
Yet she looked more war-torn over your hand than you’d ever seen her.
Rio moved fast, her sneakers making squishy noises as she walked into the closet to get you some dry clothes.
Agatha had learned first aid from being in those horrible situations. And so she knew you didn’t need stitches, but she also knew your hand would hurt a lot once the panic and adrenaline left your body.
You shivered, and Agatha took the last piece out and bandaged your hand, putting small butterfly stitches in between your cuts to help close it quickly. Then wrapping your hand in a way where you can still wiggle your fingers, but not aggravate the knuckles.
You knew realistically your hand was already throbbing and in pain, but it wasn’t as large as the other hurt you were feeling.
Agatha was done by the time Rio came back with clean clothes and a glass of water with two pill bottles. One Tylenol and one Aspirin bottle, and she held them up for Agatha who took the Tylenol and poured out the right amount before handing it into your uninjured hand. You threw them back as instructed, before Rio handed you the water and you downed the whole glass.
Agatha went to grab your shirt before stopping, and you hated this. Hated that she wasn’t sure if she could touch you. You’d done this, you’d created this. Agatha’s anxious blue eyes reached yours as if to silently ask. You nodded and she quickly took off your wet clothes and she and Rio dressed you in a baggy sweatshirt and sweatpants. Before Agatha walked you into the bedroom and Rio went to get herself changed.
Agatha, once she had you crisscrossed, safely seated on the bed, she scratched her scalp and started to pace back and forth in front of you.
You didn’t say anything, letting your finger play with the edge of the bandage, you bit your bottom lip, and waited.
Once Rio came back in with a Devil’s hockey jersey and dark grey sweat pants, she eyed both of you and then decided on sitting on the cozy armchair in the corner. So she could watch both of you.
Agatha paced back and forth.
Rio watched as you avoided everyone's eye contact.
The clock on the wall ticked by, and you wondered what the fuck would happen next.
Is this the end of your marriage?
“Okay,” Agatha said, finally coming to a decision.
“Okay?” Rio asked, not understanding. Which you normally would have found funny, how these two were so different. Yet you seemed to speak them both perfectly.
“We can’t ignore whatever is going on anymore. You punched a mirror. You don’t want to make love anymore. You are hiding things, and you changed your passwords. You aren’t cheating, fine. Tell us what is going on. No more lies.” Agatha stated all of them like facts, even though her voice wavered from fear and anxiety. Rio’s attention snapped from Agatha to you. They both could have caught you on fire from the intensity of their gaze.
You waited for a minute.
“I…I don’t know how to start.”
The overwhelming images of the past month came crashing down. How do you tell two people who love you that they aren’t loving….you. That something is fundamentally not ok inside of you. And it hasn’t been for a while, but now you couldn’t ignore it one more second.
“Unconditional love, there’s not a thing you could say or do,” Agatha stated, just like Rio had. And you know in your soul, that they really do mean that.
“What if….What if I say something so life-changing I can’t take it back?”
You couldn’t lose them. But that was a possibility here.
“Then our life changes together.” Agatha answered, not missing a beat before responding.
“What if you…what if you aren’t attracted to me anymore?” You dig your heels in mentally.
Rio scoffed now, and Agatha turned to glare at her, but your wife wasn’t remotely afraid.
“That’s not humanly possible. You bat your eyes and Agatha creams her thong. You smile at me and my nipples practically cut through my shirt. I think of all the things to worry about, you can take that one off the list, little thing.” Rio snorts, and Agatha doesn’t disagre,e but she still gives a disapproving look at the lack of tact in this moment.
But you laugh for a second, and both wives decide it was worth it. That anything would be worth it to hear you laugh again. You’d been so wound up, avoiding them, distant. Your laughter was like the first break of day after a long, cold night.
“Bunny, please let us in,” Agatha begged now.
You look down at your injured hand.
This wasn’t you. You didn’t punch things, you didn’t distance yourself from your wives. You didn’t do any of this self distructive bullshit.
One big breath and then you looked at them both.
“I’m scared.” You admitted now.
“Remember when we talked Agatha into waxing her legs for the first time?” Rio smirked and Agatha turned with her jaw jutting out in anger once more.
You giggled at the memory, yeah, that was the first and last time Agatha waxed her legs. She was a strictly razor-shaver for life after that. Sugar wax had been a bad starter.
“Really, Rio.” Agatha’s voice deepened in warning. Having tried to get Rio to delete the video of Agatha cursing in different languages and gripping her leg had been one of Agatha’s biggest failures in life.
“She laughed!” Rio defended.
“Keep it up, I’ll up your punishment. You won’t cum for another week.” Agatha taunted, and Rio threw her hands up, and it was a welcome distraction for a moment. A feeling of normalcy before they both turned to you. Rio gave a small reassuring smile.
“We told her, the first part is the worst. Just rip it off.”
“I…I don’t fit. I don’t feel right in my skin…I..” You tilted your head and grimaced. This wasn’t right, not how you thought it would sound.
“Keep going.” Agatha gently encouraged, knowing once you started, you’d find your footing.
“I don’t..I’m not a girl. I mean…I’m I don’t know if I am. I don’t feel like a boy either. But maybe a little more that? But not all the way. Fuck why is this so hard!” You wondered how other people came out.
“Hey, it’s ok. So…do you want us to call you a different name?” Rio asked tentatively, like she was afraid she’d scare you. It was a valid question, and one that was said with genuine love and an attempt to understand further.
Too bad you couldn’t even answer that.
“No, maybe? I want..I want to cut my hair. I want to wear something…else. I don’t want the type of underwear I have…I want things…to be different.” You wondered where your better vocabulary went.
“Okay.” Agatha said and your eyes hardened, almost insulted.
“Okay?” You said back like it was a slap, like she was making this sound easy. But Agatha just seemed to meet you with adoration back.
“Okay, Rio, baby, get your laptop.”
Rio smiled and popped up, and ran out of the room.
“First things first, let’s start with your hair. Do you know how you want it to look?” Agatha aske,d and your mouth opened and closed like a fish.
“What? You love my long hair. You say it all the time! You love to pull it and- and you don’t want it short!” You defend, but it sounds silly now.
“Baby, I love you. Your hair, short or long won’t change that. Do you want me to cut it now? Or I can take you to a barber. Whatever you want, we’ll do.” Agatha offered, and your heart started to beat out of your chest. You stared into her warm blue eyes for a moment before your grin broke out.
“You’d cut my hair?” You realized now what she’d offered.
Agatha had never offered to cut your or Rio’s hair. But she’d learned while overseas. She’d cut plenty of other people's hair. But swore she wouldn’t when she returned home.
Agatha's loving smile lit something inside of you, a safety you had never thought possible.
She nodded and seemed to be filled with joy at your obvious relief.
“I’d do that and so much more. You know me baby. Don’t for a second think I wouldn’t move heaven and earth for you. Get up.” Agatha said, and you followed her into the bathroom, with the water on the floor. The door was broken and the mirror shards were still on the floor. Agatha was careful, she pointed to the tub and went into her side of the bathroom. You sat on the side once more, but she did a little circle motion with her finger, and you turned so that you were facing the window.
Was this really all happening this quick?
Aggie came back with hair clippers and scissors.
You lifted up your sweatshirt taking it off and then looked down at your chest. Feeling a little self-conscious, but Agatha put a hand on your shoulder and you relaxed for the first time in a while.
You couldn’t see her face, but Agatha closed her eyes in silent victory.
She had you back. Everything would be alright again, as long as she had you once more.
Rio had perfect timing too as she came back in with her laptop open and a six-pack. She set the beers down and sat on the closed toilet lid.
“Alright! Oh shit! You got Aggie to cut your hair! Mommy loves you!” Rio teased, and Agatha winked at her.
“How do you want it, baby?” Agatha asked yo,u and you felt your hands grow wet again.
“Um..I don’t know…I’ve never been..I wasn’t allowed when I was younger I-” You felt panic again, and Agatha gripped the side of your jaw, in a way only she could.
“Trust me?”
“Forever.” You whispered back without even needing a moment, and Agatha bit back her tears, flippin,g taking out her scissor,s and starting to free you.
Hair fell around you in big clumps; you’d never seen so much of it fall. As Agatha cut Rio googled things and asked you questions.
“Binders or tape?” Rio asked, and you thought for a few seconds.
“Both?” You questioned, and you heard Rio clicking to add things to a cart.
“Boxers or Briefs, or do you want those like boyshorts?” Rio asked, clicking on things and typing.
“Briefs, can you do the Calvin Klein ones?”
“Oh, the black ones?” Agatha excitedly stated behind you as she flicked on the clippers and bent your head forward to start to buzz.
“Fuck you are gonna look so hot in these!” Rio said adding them and you felt your ears burn with a blush. That was a new thing, a thing Agatha was noticing. The more gender affirming things they spoke of, the more adorably blushing you’d get.
“Bunny, look to the side, please,” Agatha instructed, and you did, but Rio cut off both of your thoughts.
“Wait, so we don’t know name stuff yet. But do you still like Bunny and Angel and stuff or do you want something else?” Rio asked, and this stopped the room for a minute.
“I still want to be Bunny and stuff..But um..Can…can you maybe use more gender nutral pronouns?”
“Of course we can,” Agatha said quickly, not about to backtrack on how far you three had come.
“Do you….do you still want to be our baby though?” Rio’s voice was more self-conscious than you’d ever heard it.
“Oh my god! I’m not that different! I still want you to be Mommy and Daddy!” You say quickly, and both of your wives relax instantly, and you turn to look at Rio in shock.
“You thought I was cheating earlier, and now you think I don’t want our intimacy or kink anymore?”
“You’ve never been this distant before, I’m freaking out a little bit!” Rio’s voice went higher than ,normal and Agatha grabbed your face and turned you to face the window again.
“No one is cheating, no one is breaking our kink dynamic. Everyone, calm down. Rio are those beers purely decorative? I think we all need one.” Agatha took control of the room, and everyone was happier for it. Rio reached forward and cracked one open, handing it to you. You took the blue can of Kona Big Wave and drank greedily. Happy for the beer taste.
Agatha took it from your hand when you were done chugging and drank from your can.
“I would have opened a second one, my love.” Rio said, and it was like they were reciting lines. They always did this; it was almost a comfort thing now. Because Rio would say the same thing, and Agatha always answered the same back.
“It always tastes better after my wife’s lips have been on it.” Agatha recited back, and Rio chuckled and opened a second beer, and started to chug it. Before plopping down to sit next to you. Agatha handed you back the cold can, and you gripped it as she turned the clippers back on and buzzed the side of your fade.
Rio was sitting facing Agatha but her butt was next to you on the tub. It felt intimate, this whole thing did.
The glow of the bathroom light left you feeling a little shell shocked. The gentle noise from the motor in the clippers. It all gave you a second to realize what was happening. You were being accepted, you were changing in this moment. Real time it was all happening. And you need only ask, because you had been safe and loved this whole time.
Agatha’s fingers brushed against your neck as she cut your hair. The buzz next to your ear consistent as she worked against your scalp. The trust you had, knowing whatever she did would be best. It all felt so intimate.
This moment inbetween, in between a hair cut, in between decisions on your new name. All of it would be done, this transitionary moment. And you felt the need to take a photo, to remember that it was born in a bathroom on a Thursday with the people who loved you most.
Broken mirrors, cold beer, hair messily on the floor, and gentle touches from your lovers.
You felt the emotions bubble in your throat.
And then there was Rio asking these questions, with kindness and not an ounce of judgment.
This is how it was always supposed to be. Your family, your wives, would never turn you away. You just needed to trust them.
“What are you looking up?” Agatha asked, breaking your thoughts as Rio’s smirk just kept getting bigger.
“Names to call your lover in the bedroom.” Rio rolled her ‘r’s as if that made it less cringey.
“Oh god no.” You mumbled and took another swig of beer to help this all go down easier.
“I’m putting parental locks on both of your laptops.” Agatha stated very seriously, wondering if she should do it while you were both sleeping.
“I think we should incorporate: Hotpants, Anaconda, and Beefcake into our sex life.” Rio laughed and took a drink.
“I’d like to see you try,” Agatha murmured before turning your face up to see if the sides matched, because she was a perfectionist. And your first haircut from her would be absolute perfection.
It was the most opportune moment for you to fake moan and use a pornographic voice to taunt your wives.
“Mommy, won’t you please let me touch Daddy’s anaconda?” You said with a breathy voice, and Agatha turned off the clipper,s and Rio coughed on her beer. The two of them looked at you.
“Wow…that um..I felt that.” Agatha said, not hating the sound of you saying it now. You couldn’t believe she wasn’t teasing anymore.
“Stop it, I was joking!” You defend, but Rio shakes her head.
“It’s being added for sure. Fuck I need a second cold shower.” She half-jibed as she put the cold beer on her forehead, and you laughed again.
“You two just haven’t gotten laid in a minute.”
“Yeah, we gotta talk about that too. Are you still a bottom?” Rio asked, and Agatha leaned forward and flicked her wife in the forehead.
“OW!” Rio yelled, but you just laughed along and finished your beer.
“I think I’ve always been a switch. But I guess so, and I think….” You bit your lip, and that blush came back, and Rio got giddy at the sight.
“Let Daddy hear it, come on, my dirty little one.” Rio was practically leaning in like you were gonna tell her a secret.
“I think I wanna buy a cum tube..and I wanna cum inside you two. Also I wanna get a packer and maybe…fuck you at a bar with a strap or something? Yeah…I think that would be fun.” You closed your eyes, half in embarrassment and half because you were envisioning it all.
You didn’t expect Agatha to grab your chin, and your eyes flew ope,n and she kissed you hard, and you moaned deep. Rio grabbed your neck and choked you slightly as you kissed your Mommy.
“Fuck baby, you don’t know how hot that is. Mommy and I can’t wait.” Rio’s voice was gravely with the image, and her voice dropped like six octaves it was so sexy. You all were aroused by that.
When Agatha pulled back you noticed as her eyes opened that they were heavily dilated.
“You are in so much trouble.” She whispered and you felt your whole body responding to your wives touch and their obvious horniness.
“Wha?” you said, confused.
“You have been hiding such a handsome boy from Mommy. You wanted to do that this whole time, and you are just now telling us? Very naughty.” Agatha told you, and you moaned louder, louder than you mea,nt and both of their faces lit up.
“What?” You were confused at their change of mood.
“You want to be our handsome boy?” Agatha asked, and you looked down in confusion about what you wanted.
“Hey, don’t panic. It’s ok, we’ll figure it all out, ok.” Rio sai,d moving her hand to your shoulder, her thumb tracing your collar bones, and it helped ease your anxiety.
“Almost done with the haircut, Rio, we need another beer,” Agatha said, moving back to the back of your head, to finish the small hairs on your neck and around your left ear.
“Cum tubes and packers are going to be over nighted,” Rio smirked and typed with a new vigor, like she was too ready to see you open these things.
“I think….I think I’m non-binary?” You said slowly as Rio bent down and cracked the tab on another beer, and passed it to your waiting shaky hands. In your wife's defense, she didn’t even hitch in her movement. She took your words in stride.
“Ok, do you still want to be called our wife?” Rio asked, not hanging onto anything trivial, ready to move and flex with you.
“Yeah, I do. But not she/her. Is that ok?” You asked, now unsure of yourself. Agatha turned the clippers off and tilted your head back so that you were looking up at her upside down. She bent over so you didn’t have to tilt too far.
“Anything you do, is ok. Nothing you decide is going to be wrong. And if you don’t like something, we’ll change it again.” Agatha told you, and you felt safer than ever before. But of course you would, they were your everything.
“Ok, Mommy.” You answer and Agatha kissed the tip of your nose before she stood you up. Rio jumped up too, putting her computer back on the toilet.
“WAIT!” She shouted and quickly covered your eyes.
“Rio, we are in a bathroom. Don’t scream so loud.” Agatha chastised.
“You like it when I scream. And we need a big reveal. Preferably on the side of the mirror that isn’t shattered. Ok baby, I’m gonna guide you to the right.” Four hands grabbed your naked torso and pulled you in the direction of the bathroom without glass shards.
You waited for a few seconds as things were moved around you.
Then Rio kissed your right ear.
“Oh fuck, you look so good. Ok, ready, 1,2…”
Rio moved her hand away, and you looked into the mirror to a person you didn’t recognize.
Both your hands went up immediately to touch it, but Agatha grabbed your bandaged arm by the elbow, not wanting to hurt your hand further. Reminding you not to move it.
“Holy shit!” You yelled but the smile on your face saved Agatha from panicking that you didn’t like it. “OH MY GOD! I LOVE IT! Oh fuck!” Your fingers brushed against the buzzed sides and the short top with enough to style. It was everything you wanted. You couldn’t believe the lack of weight, the feeling of the air on your neck.
You just kept touching it, unable to believe it was really you.
“You look so handsome.” Rio grinned and Agatha nodded, unable to speak much yet. Overcome with the emotions of it all.
“You like it too?” You eyed them both.
“Our pretty boy,” Agatha stated her eyes going gooey with affection and your blush turned dark across your chest, your ears, and your cheeks.
“Mommy, they like it. Say it again.” Rio’s voice hummed in the bathroom now. Agatha licked her top lip like she could already taste you.
“You want to be our pretty boy? Mama’s sweet boy?” Agatha asked, and you whimpered, and that did things to your wives.
“You know I think you should thank Mommy for cutting your hair, handsome, don’t you?” Rio asked, and you were already turning to kiss her. But Agatha was quick too, as she grabbed your jaw with both hands and crashed into you. Leaning her body into yours and kissing you with hunger.
Her hands moved to your hair, she’d left just enough in the back to grab and tug you, and she did so now. You moaned at the feeling of having your hair pulled.
“My good boy, let’s get the hair off of you. And then we can talk more in the bedroom?” She offered, and you nodded and bit your lip. Rio quickly cleaned the bathroom of water, your fallen phone, the shards, and all the hair.
Agatha had you bend backwards into the tub so she could rinse your shoulders and back. Then wash your hair with shampoo to get all the little hairs off.
Once you were towel-dry ,Rio carried her laptop, your phone, and the unopened beers into the bedroom.
Agatha threw the towel around your shoulders and pushed you in the direction of the bed. Then took a quick turn to the closet.
Rio grabbed your good hand and pulled you onto the bed.
“You really don’t mind it?” You asked again, and Rio pushed you back onto the bed. Before straddling you.
“I love you, Daddy could fucking devour you. You know that? I can’t wait to show you off. You look so good.” Rio’s mouth fell to your jaw, and she kissed you, her hands finding the bottom of your ribs to hold you in place. Never let you squirm away again.
The weight of her on top of you was so comforting, her mouth hot as she kissed every inch. Needing to mark this new version of you, needing to worship you.
“Daddy fuck, I missed you.” You moan and grab at her jersey, yanking it over her head. She momentarily allows it before she goes back to attacking you with kisses. Moving her mouth to yours so she can taste you again and again. You roll your hips to meet hers and she grinds down on you before her hands fall onto your stomach. Knowing she wants to open the string of your sweatpants.
“I don’t think I’ve ever gone this long without being inside of you. This dry spell had me feral.” Rio means it.
“It’s been like a week and a half!” You defend, but realize she’s right. You’d never gone this long. Not when you were sick with the flu, or even when you three had house sat for Rio’s nephew. You guys were like animals, unable to not be inside each other.
“The guys at work were asking me if I needed an extra lunch hour to come home and fuck you. They said I was being an asshole and needed to get laid. Someone offered to take me to a strip club.” Rio told you, and your face turned to agitation at the idea of Rio at a strip club.
“You didn’t!”
Rio looked michivious as she answered.
“I wouldn’t! I have two wives, what do I need to pay to see someone take off their clothes? I do laundry, I see enough clothes come off.” Rio teased, and you pinched her side hard and she winced but giggled at your offended nature.
“You know if Mommy hears Daddy talking about strip clubs you won’t be allowed to cum for longer than you already are.” Your eyebrows shoot up at the idea, and Rio looks frantic.
“Now wait a minute-” Rio doesn’t want to be in trouble longer than she already was.
“Mommy Mommy DA-!” You yell and Rio puts a hand over your mouth and then cups your cunt. And you moan and hump her hand.
“Naughty little boy, you are! If you behave I’ll let you cum before Mommy get’s back?” Rio offere,d but you bit her hand and then licked it, and she shivered at you. Always loving the mix of your tongue and a little pain.
You were rewarded with Rio untying your sweat pants and yanking them down your thighs. But her enjoyment was short-lived as Agatha came out of the closet with a small box.
“And just what do you think you are doing?” Agatha popped her hip to the side and put her hand on it.
Rio’s hand was still over your mouth as she looked at her wife.
“I’m breaking in our good boy. Can’t you see, Mama?” Rio taunted only to get a look of amusement from Agatha.
“I believe you still have another few days, remember?”
“The rules said I couldn’t orgasm, not that I couldn’t shove my fingers inside my wives sweet cunt.” Rio reminded and you moaned and rolled your hips as Rio’s hand found your pussy and her middle finger made a show of taking the slick, your wet arousal from your lips, and trailing it up to the sides of your clit. Not touching, just showing ownership.
That you were Daddy’s now.
“You think you get to make Mama’s boy cum first?” Agatha argued, and all three of you loved this. The flirting, the jealousy with no real upset, the toying, the game of it, the fucking foreplay.
“I don’t know, they feel an awful lot like a Daddy’s boy now. Don’t you, sweetie?” Rio said and your eyes rolled back as Rio pushed a single finger inside of you.
“Daddy, if you know what’s good for you, you’ll take that finger out of my submissive little boy right now,” Agatha said and all these names were making your heart explode with joy, and your clit ache and twitch with need.
“You hear that, baby? Mommy doesn’t know it, but Daddy and my handsome boy need our time, don’t we? You can play with Mommy in a minute. First, I need to teach you a few things.” Rio cooed and you moaned and your head fell back into the pillow harder as Rio added a second finger and curled into your G-spot.
Agatha got on the bed now, ignoring her box of goodies, to come behind Rio and grab her by the throat. She squeezed and yanked her off of your body.
The two of them locked eyes.
“Daddy, you can behave, or you can listen from the floor with a blindfold on. Your choice?” Agatha was so fucking sexy when she was in control.
Rio was a bit of a brat, to say the least, so you watched as she tried to decide what she wanted. Agatha helped speed the process along, though, seeming to have her own agenda for the night. She hadn’t gotten to cum in too long, and it seemed her need to have her wives outweighed the fun of foreplay.
So she reached out with her nice nails and pinched the tip of her fingernail into one of Rio’s nipples who yelped but arched into the touch, loving the bite of pain.
“Choose quickly, we do have all night. But I’d like to know if I’m putting you in your place first.” Agatha told your wife, who looked and you and nodded defeated to Mommy. Not wanting to be punished, wanting to fuck you too much.
“I get to touch my sweet boy first.” Agatha said and your body was splayed on the bed for her.
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(I love Ryland, he is genuinely a cutie patootie, but if I search Eva Stratt x Reader it’s bc I just want EVA. Sooo just for HER and HERRR only I made this masterlist, Ryland, Olesya, and other characters are not involved. Also, ignore the ugly ass header, I tried to make it look cute cuz Stratt really reminds me of chocolate but it turned out ugly af)
The ones with a little * on the side are my favorite ones!
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SFW - (!! <- if there’s sexual and or more adult themes related, but not explicitly explained ofc.)
”Soft Spot” - aireleea1
”Still The One” - aireleea1 - !!
”Midnight Confessionals” - doctor-ryland-grace
”Afterglow” - myboipracticallyimagines
”Sign of the times” - myboipracticallyimagines*
”Rest” - myboipracticallyimagines*
”Piece of her mind” - myboipracticallyimagines
“Volunteers” - noforkingclue - !!
”Forever” - cosmicstrawberrycake - !! (There’s a mention of Olesya, but she’s not involved in the relationship)
NSFW mdni
”Busy working (busy fucking)” - celestiamour*
”Eva Stratt x f!reader (age gap)” - celestiamour*
”Own me (For you, I’m a slut)” - celestiamour*
”Thinking about sneaking around the facility with Eva” - celestiamour*
”Smut Alphabet” - celestiamour*
”Eva x assistant (age gap)” - Fernstyx
”Eva Stratt x fem!reader” - Stardustedseas
”Sacrifical lamb and her Sun” - viaartelleism*
”Good girl” - myboipracticallyimagines
“Push and pull” - myboipracticallyimagines
”And her lips, and her kiss” - shiki-jin
”Just a lil bit” - heartshapedtext*
”To be alone” - heartshapedtext*
”Anemone” - heartshapedtext*
”Lap dog.” - aireleea1
Please let me know if I missed one!!! I’ll be updating it with new fics as times goes by
stormborns
dailybridgerton
areudirty
titsay
andulkaphoto
annaxmalina
