Hi !! Your writing is amazing and your fics are SO CUTE ! I was wondering if you could write something between Rio and Agatha ? (they’re wives your honor)
Maybe something like they’re on the road with the coven and Agatha wants to prove to everyone that Rio is not as scary as she seems by tickling her ? With flashback to the time when they were together (Agatha can be tickled too I don’t mind !)
You can add whatever you feel inspired by ! And if not, no worries ! Have a good day :)
Soft Little Cinnamon Roll
Thanks for this request! Sorry it took so long to get to 😭😭😭 (I had a random bout of inspiration so I’m writing this on my phone 🤣)
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The coven was currently on the way to their next trial, with a little bit of time to pass. At the campfire, stories were being exchanged.
“So who exactly was your scar?” Billy asked Rio, out of genuine curiosity.
Rio’s eyes shifted a bit, sneaking a glance at Agatha to see if she had permission to share. Agatha gave a small nod of approval.
“Agatha. She is my scar.” Rio said as the rest of the coven gasped.
“Oh don’t act like this is a surprise,” Agatha said, hinting that she was such a catch.
“So Agatha, since you guys dated I’m sure you have stories about Rio?” Alice asked. Rio shot her a dirty look.
“Yeah we need something interesting to pass the time!” Lilia chimed in.
“Agatha if you say one word, just know I can end your life,” Rio threatened.
“But you wouldn’t,” Agatha smirked, thinking back to any embarrassing secrets she had on Rio.
“Well I will start by saying, Rio is not as scary as she seems. Yes she’s technically ‘death’ but on the inside she’s softer than a cinnamon roll!” Agatha said, earning a laugh from the coven. Rio gritted her teeth knowing where Agatha was going with this.
“Yeah and you’re softer than charmin toilet paper,” Rio spat back, but Agatha was determined to continue.
“Anyway, one time we were on a date and she kept being teasy and hinting about the stuff we were gonna do after in bed. And I got so annoyed and wanted to just shut her up. It was a random spark but I decided to tickle her.” Agatha said with a small giggle.
The whole coven gasped in shock, thinking Agatha was insane for even daring to do that.
“And what happened when you did that?” Jen asked.
“Oh she just let out the cutest squeal EVER! I squeezed her side and she jerked away. I had never seen her face turn redder.” Agatha said.
Rio stood up from her seat and lunged for Agatha. Not as an attempt to harm or kill, but just enough to stop her from spilling anything more embarrassing.
Agatha was quicker though, reaching out to tweak her right in the upper ribs, causing her to yelp and lose her balance.
Agatha caught her by the wrist, not fully letting her down but not letting her stand up.
“You have two options. You can face the consequences for trying to hurt me, or you can gracefully accept the fact that you are a ticklish little softie,” Agatha said, as the coven looked on in amusement.
“Option three, I bash your teeth in,” Rio said, as Agatha suddenly dropped her to the ground gently, pinning her arms to her sides with her knees.
“Ladies and the one gentleman, I will now demonstrate my next magic act. How to make Rio submit,” Agatha said, an evil smirk growing on her face.
Rio had too much pride and ego to beg but she really wanted to at this point.
“Any last words?”
“Fuck off Agatha.”
With that, Agatha started to dig into Rio’s sides making her flinch and scrunch her face up. There was no way she would let everyone know her secrets.
“Awww come on cinnamon roll, laugh for me,” Agatha teased, moving her hands up to her ribs.
A smile grew on Rio’s face, but she was desperate to not let her laughter out.
“Do I have to pull out my secret weapon?” Agatha asked.
Rio shook her head desperately, struggling to throw Agatha off of her.
“3…2…1,” Agatha counted down, before leaning down to blow a raspberry on her tummy.
“AGAHAHATHA YOHOU EHEHVIL BIHITCH,” Rio burst out laughing.
“See what I mean guys? Not scary at all. She loves raspberries,” Agatha commented, now giving her a raspberry on her neck.
What followed was a bunch of uncharacteristic begging and squealing, as Rio hated being embarrassed. She was usually the one embarrassing Agatha.
Agatha wormed her hands into her underarms, making Rio spill more giggles against her will.
“She’s not even fighting back,” Billy whispered to Alice.
“Because she loves it!” Agatha commented, reaching down to lightly scratch over her waist.
“ENOHOUGH PLEHEHEASE!” Rio finally begged.
“Did you just beg?!?” Agatha said, grinning wildly.
Rio thought for a moment, knowing that saying either yes or no would not be a good option for her. Rio just shook her head, still hysterical with laughter.
“Okay, well I didn’t want to have to play this card but you made me,” Agatha said, scooting down to sit on her shins.
“AGATHA NO!” Rio pleaded, trying to sit up.
“Billy come make yourself useful and hold her down so she can’t sit up,” Agatha commanded.
“If you do that, you’re next,” Rio threatened, as Billy looked unsure. Facing the wrath of the witches was never pleasant (maybe sometimes).
“Billy, look how easily I can overpower her. You’re fine under my protection,” Agatha assured him. With that, Billy decided to help Agatha, as Rio cursed him.
“Are you ready?” Agatha asked.
“I’m ready to get my revenge on you,” Rio said.
“That’s if I ever let you up,” Agatha teased, now using both hands to squeeze her thighs, making her erupt in laughter and swears all mixed in.
“NOHOHO STAHAHAHAP PLEHEHEASE!” Rio begged again.
“Does that tickle?” Agatha teased.
“YEHEHES NOHOW LEHEHET MEHEHE GOHOHO,” Rio cried.
“Hmm maybe I will if you admit you’re soft and not scary,” Agatha said while pondering.
Rio continued to laugh, refusing to say that.
“I figured,” Agatha said, now running her nails over Rio’s bare feet.
“OKAHAY IHIM SOFT NOHOHOT SCAHARY!” Rio shouted.
“Aaaand scene. Magic act is over,” Agatha said, giggling at Rio’s disheveled state.
“Whose dumb idea was it that we had to be barefoot on the road,” Rio complained.
“Maybe don’t be so ticklish,” Agatha suggested. With that, Rio suddenly jumped up, chasing Agatha down and tackling her to the ground. Rio may or may not have tickled Agatha until she cried and made her admit that she was more ticklish.
summary: Shaun sees a new game circling the internet and decides he HAS to challenge his girlfriend to a round.
warnings: violent play fighting, very brief mention/ joke about DV (no actual domestic violence!!), very brief mentions of Shang-Chi and Readers times as trained assassins, sex joke at the very end.
authors note: I have never written any sort of fight scene or action before so this is very new to me, but it had to be done. Also, I requested this idea to another creator here on tumblr before deciding I wanted to give it a go myself. If they write their own version, I’ll tag them so you can read that version as well!
“BABE!”
“WHAT?”
“COME IN HERE!”
“WHY?”
“JUST COME HERE!”
You sigh, blowing a strand of hair out of your face. You roll off the edge of your bed, clicking your phone off in the process, and saunter down the hall toward the sound of his voice.
Shuan stood in the center of… what used to be your living room? Both recliners and your big green couch were pushed flush up against the walls. You could see your coffee table stacked on top of your dining table in the next room over. All your blankets and knick knacks were scattered throughout the space. On the bookshelf, counters, window sills - anywhere but where they belonged.
He was looking down at his phone with an amused smile on his face.
“Done some… redecorating, have we?”
He glanced up, excitement clear on his face. “I’ll put it all back later. Give me one of your socks.”
You stared at him. “Give you… one?”
He nodded, jutting his palm out. “Yeah.”
“… why.”
“I found this game, it looks super fun!” He said, walking over to where you stood. He held out his phone, which was playing a video of what looked to be a set of twins. Each girl wore one white sock. “The goal is to rip the other persons sock off and keep yours on!”
You watched the girls tickle, tackle, and wrestle each other until one emerged victorious, sweaty sock in hand.
“I don’t know Shaun, I’m not sure I wanna play a game where I have to free your dawgs.” You teased.
“Hey! My ‘dogs’ aren’t that bad. Yours on the other hand-“
You smacked his arm. “Hey-“
“That’s the spirit!” He said, tossing his phone on the couch. “Now, give me a sock.”
“Get your own so- HEY!”
He yanked your right leg up by the back of the knee, quick but careful to make sure you didn’t fall, and slid your sock off. “See, next time, you’ll try to make sure I don’t do that.”
Oh, it’s on.
“Fine.” You sigh, trying to seem unamused. In reality, you were rather excited to play. The game looked fun enough when the girls played, but a round between two ex- child assassins? Things were going to get interesting fast.
Shaun beams at you and slides the sock onto his own foot. He looks at you, then your remaining sock, and raises an eyebrow. “Are you wearing mismatched socks?”
“Do you want to play or not?”
He backs away, hands raised in a surrender motion. “My bad, my bad, I should know better than to question you.” He moves a good three feet in front of you and reaches out for a handshake. “May the best man win.”
You yank his hand forward and flip him over your shoulder, slamming him down hard onto the cushy carpet. You twist and dive, aiming for his pink striped sock, but he rolls away quickly, jumping to his feet.
“That’s totally not fair! We hadn’t started yet!”
“Sorry, I didn’t realize you made all your opponents wait for your mark before fighting.”
He scoffed. “I was trying to be civil with you.”
“Don’t.”
He kicked out with his bare foot, leaving the socked one on the ground. The impact set you back a bit, but you regained yourself before slamming into the TV.
“Watch the furniture!” He teased, diving down toward your feet.
You dove over him, rolling and landing on your feet far on the other side of the living room. You crossed your arms and tapped your socked foot impatiently. “Gee, I thought the great Shang-Chi would find this game tedious. Assumed you would’ve won by now.”
Shaun rolled his eyes before running toward you again. You attempted to jump out of the way, but he snagged you by the waist. He tackled you to the floor as carefully as he could. Sweet, but his mistake. He only held you with one arm, using the other to stop your fall, making it easy for you to wiggle out of his grip.
You rolled slightly to the left and knocked him face first into the carpet. You crawled toward his foot, forgetting to keep your own feet away from his hands. You yelped when you felt him grabbing at your ankles and started kicking violently. He managed to tug your sock a bit, but lost his grip quickly.
You yanked yourself away from his hands, curling your feet under yourself into a crouch position. Shaun wasted no time crawling toward you, laughing as he went. You scuttled backward but came to an abrupt stop when you slammed into the couch.
He was closing in. You didn’t have anywhere else to run, so you took the offensive route and thrust yourself forward, sending the two of you sprawling across the carpet. The force of you landing on him was unexpected and totally knocked the wind out of Shaun. While he laid there catching his breath, you swung around and reached for his sock.
Of course, he regained his breath too fast. He sat up and grabbed you, pinning your arms to your sides. “Not cool y/n.”
“I can be less cool.” you panted. He started to say something, but you thrust your arm back and elbowed him in the ribs. You snaked out of his grip and ran across the room yet again.
Shaun stood up slowly, rubbing his rib. “Come on!”
“Sorry baby.” You laughed. You stuck out your bottom lip in a teasing pout. “I’ll kiss it better after I win.”
“Oh no, I can’t let you win after this.” He chuckled.
But you had a plan.
…Hopefully, the TV wouldn’t pay the price.
You ran at your boyfriend, gathered at much momentum as you could, jumped up, and wrapped your legs around his neck. He stumbled, but managed to regain his balance.
“Aw dude!” His voice was muffled. “Can a guy get a warning before getting a crotch to the face?”
He started smacking his own back, desperately trying to grab at your sock. But ultimately he couldn’t reach your feet at the angle. You laugh and let yourself fall backward. You dangled yourself from his shoulders and looked through your eyebrows to locate which foot had the striped sock.
Honestly, there were a million ways Shaun could have escaped this position. But all of them would’ve been pretty painful for you, and you knew he would never actually hurt you for a game. Or anything, for that matter, but especially not a game. So he continued to reach and grab for your sock.
You reached down and tickled his right leg. He kicked out a little, as that was the last thing he expected from you. He stopped reaching for your sock and grabbed your thighs instead, trying to keep you from falling while he lost his balance.
You took the opportunity to snatch the sock off his foot.
“BOO!” Shaun complained.
“Whats that?? I can’t hear you over the sound of me WINNING!”
You reached your hands down to the floor and unhooked your legs from behind Shaun’s head, gracefully kicking down as if out of a handstand, and waved the sock around in victory.
Shaun stared at you. “I can’t believe you just black widowed me.”
You shrugged. “I can’t believe you talked such big game just to be taken out by a little tickle.”
“And a crotch to the face?”
“Whatever.” You rolled your eyes. “So… what do I win?”
A mischievous grin spread across your boyfriends face. “Who said you won? We gotta do best two out of three.”
“What? No! I won fair and square-“
Shaun ripped the sock out of your hands and took off down the hall. “BEST TWO OUT OF THREE!”
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You padded into your bedroom with a glass of water and a handful of ibuprofen. Shaun was already under the covers, but you could see bruises sprouting up around his exposed upper body. You weren’t much better — you had a nasty spot right on your cheekbone, as well as littered all over your body.
“Hey,” you greeted gently, sitting on the edge of the bed.
He set his phone down and looked up at you with his beautiful brown eyes. “Hey.”
You took his hand and dumped a few ibuprofen into it. “Maybe we should play a little gentler next time.”
He smiled before popping the tablets into his mouth. “Maybe.”
You passed him the water glass and he took a swig before passing it back to you. You took your own dose and set the glass on the nightstand. Shaun pulled the covers up for you to crawl under, to which you happily did, curling right up against him.
He ran his fingers over the forming bruise on your cheek. “Aw dude. Does it hurt?”
“I’ve had worse.”
“People are gunna think I hit you.”
“You kinda did.” You laugh.
“Not on purpose!” He defended. He moved his hand to cup your face before sending you a pointed stare. “You, on the other hand, had malicious intent.“
“And who won all three rounds?”
Shaun glared at you but couldn’t argue. He leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss to the bruise. “Thanks for playing with me.” He said softly.
You reached up and rested your hand over his. “Anytime. Thanks for putting the couch back.”
He chuckled, closing his eyes. “Anytime.”
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“Dude, what happened to you?” Katy asked gawking at Shaun, who had stiffly shuffled into work covered head to toe in bruises. “Bad guys?”
“Y/n.”
Katy curled her lip in disgust. “Didn’t need to know that dude.”
“What? Oh my god Katy, no, we were playing the sock-“
