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tateypots · 2 months ago

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Surrender

18+ MDNI

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader (no Tommy in this one but the next part will be heavily Tommy focussed).

Word count: 3.9k (it got away from me, sorry!)

A/N: Part 5 of Collared. Same as before, it’s dark so please heed the warnings and skip if it’s not for you.

Moodboard is for aesthetics only, reader is not described beyond having boobs and a vagina. Please refer to this post for more info on the series mooboards.

I had a few asks to add people to the tag list but it wouldn’t let me tag you, not sure if this is to do with your privacy settings or what but if you asked for a tag and I’ve not included it, that is why, sorry!

Summary: Are you ready to surrender yourself to your captors?

Warnings: Non-Con, dark Joel, kidnapping, daddy kink, unprotected piv, squirting, creampie, restraints, marking, gaslighting, manipulation. Let me know if I missed any.

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Joel opened the door to the cabin and rushed inside, stomping his boots on the mat to shake off the snow that had accumulated on them and removing his jacket. You rolled over to look at him as he entered and just the sight of you had him growing hard. He tried to take control of himself. He needed to play this carefully. You were so close to breaking. To surrendering to him. He didn’t need you to, not really, but fuck did he want you to.

He’d been honest when he said he didn’t like to see you cry but that was only a small part at play in the urgent need he felt within him. The primal need to dominate and own you drowned out almost all other compulsions within him. He didn’t want to beat it into you. Breaking someone with brute strength and physicality was for lesser men, he wanted you to hand yourself over to him willingly. He wanted you pliant and submissive. Obedient. His. Sure he’d loan you out to his brother, expect you to keep him satisfied as well but there was no doubt in his mind who you would belong to. He’d failed to mention this to Tommy, but he‘d be happy enough with the few bones Joel would throw his way that he wouldn’t question it. Like agreeing to let Tommy be the first to take your mouth. To Joel that was just smart logistics. Let Tommy put in the work and train your throat on his smaller cock so it would be easier for you to take Joel’s. But Tommy had been overjoyed at the prospect of claiming a piece of you first.

He took off his boots but unusually, stopped there. He sauntered over to the bed and plonked himself down on it. “C’mere baby, I think it’s time you and me had a little chat.” He pulled you over to his side and wrapped his big arm around you, resting his chin on your head and cradling you into him.

Your heart soared at being held like this while your mind struggled to keep you grounded. You’d spent the last few hours thinking about what he’d said to you. You weren’t so far gone that you couldn't see the manipulation at work. Unfortunately being able to recognise their games was a small defence against their conditioning of you. Your body craved them. Their warmth, their soft touches, the orgasms they’d been cruelly denying you. And your mind needed them too. The reassurances and kind words to soothe the fear and uncertainty. It wasn’t lost on you that Joel had failed to answer the question of what would happen should they tire of you. The fear of it still gripped your heart like iron.

“Now, back when you first arrived I promised that I would take care o’ you and it seems like Daddy ain’t been doing a very good job of it so lets talk it through and see if we can’t get this all straightened out hm?”

“Ok,” you sniffled, unable to look at him, knowing it would be your undoing.

“Ok, good girl,” he planted a kiss on the crown of your head, his thumb rubbing soothing little circles on your arm. Something inside of you swelled at his praise and you couldn’t stop the soft sigh that escaped you.

“Now, Tommy and me, we’ve been tryin’ to hold back the last few weeks to make this easier on you like I said but it’s clear that ain’t workin’ and it got me thinkin’. Maybe the problem ain’t that you don’t like it when we’re having fun with you, maybe the problem is that you do like it. And that’s got you all confused up here hm?” he asked, tapping lightly at your temple.

You chewed your lip, unsure how to respond. He saw right through you. He already knew the answer. He knew, he just needed you to admit it, to him and to yourself.

“Am I right baby?” he asked, tilting your chin up so you had no choice but to look at him. You choked out a sob and gave a small nod.

He wrapped you in both arms now and pulled you in closer, holding you tight as your tears soaked into his shirt. “Shh, shh, shh, it’s ok. It’s ok to like it baby. It’s supposed to feel good when we touch you. Why are you fightin’ against it? Hm, tell me?”

You took a shaky breath, hands clinging to the fabric of his flannel, soaking in the heat of his body, not sure how much longer he’d hold you once you answered his question. Afraid for the moment he’d pull away from you. He jostled you slightly in his arms, as if trying to shake an answer loose from you.

“You didn’t give me a choice,” you whispered, waiting for him to push you away in disgust at your verbalisation of their crime, as if speaking it would make it more real. Instead he shocks you by squeezing you tighter and telling you, “I know baby but you’re lucky we found you. You ever think what would have happened if we hadn’t come across you that day?”

You had. In great detail, many times. You knew you wouldn’t have survived on your own. You knew you could have ended up in a hundred other situations worse off than you were now. But that stripping of your autonomy was still hard for you to stomach.

“Tell me this baby, if we’d have asked you, laid it all out for you, would you have chosen to come with us?”

“I don’t know,” you told him honestly.

“Exactly. We did what we had to. As much for your good as ours.” You knew that was crap. However much he tried to spin it you knew their pleasure had been the only thought in their mind that day. They’d have taken you even if it hadn’t been the best option for you. But you weren’t about to pull at that particular thread, self-preservation kicking in. You were his captive. Chained and weak, completely at his mercy. Making him mad definitely wasn’t a smart move.

“Is that the only reason baby, that we didn’t give you a choice?”

You shook your head, hesitating for a beat, deciding how much you wanted to reveal to him. But it had been so long since you’d had a proper conversation with anyone and it felt so good to be held by him that you felt your walls crashing down. “No,” you sniffled, “I’m scared what it says about me that I like it. That I’m bad. My dad always used to say that only sluts enjoyed sex outside of marriage, that they were bad people. I don’t want to be a slut. I don’t want to be bad,” you sobbed.

“Hey,” Joel said sternly, lifting your head again to make you look at him. “You ain’t a slut, you hear me. I don’ like that word. Just another way to make girls feel bad about themselves. All that nonsense, making people feel guilty bout the most natural thing in the world. Stupid.”

This you do believe from him. And although you know this whole conversation is laced with an ulterior motive, the fact that he genuinely doesn’t think you’re a slut, doesn’t think less of you for enjoying being fucked warms and calms you. You try not to read too much into why his opinion matters so much to you.

“You think the foxes or the squirrels or the deer are out in the woods are feelin’ bad about havin’ sex? An’ are any of them married?”

You let out a little giggle and shake your head, “no, I suppose not.”

Joel’s cock throbs at the sound of your laugh. He’s close, so close he can almost taste it.

“No. The world is a different place now baby. No religions left to tell us what to do, make us feel bad. No laws anymore. Only thing that matters now is survival. You do what you have to get by and you take your pleasure where you can. Sex is about the only thing worth livin’ for now. So you ain’t a slut for enjoin’ it. You ain’t bad. You’re Daddy’s special girl. His good girl. Givin’ this old man something to look forward to every day.”

He gently wipes the tears from your cheeks and gives you a kiss on the forehead before rolling you onto your back with him on top of you. He gently spreads your legs so he can settle between them, his clothed cock hard and insistent against your seam.

“Daddy’s gona fuck you now baby, no more tears ok. Just want you to relax and enjoy yourself, you can do that for me can’t you?”

You gaze up at him, the weight of him on top of you, enveloped in his heat and scent, his beautiful face and the intimacy of your conversation has you aching for him. But the guilt and the fear and the confusion are still there in the back of your mind, quieted but not defeated.

“I’ll try.”

And that must be good enough for him because he reaches down to undo the button of his jeans and lower the zipper, pushing them down his thighs with his boxers far enough to free his engorged cock. He immediately notches himself at your entrance and pushes in, aided by his last deposit from a few hours ago mingled with your wetness.

He slowly sinks inside of you, “that’s it, good girl, let Daddy in.” You moan at the stretch as he parts your walls. “Feel so good baby, always feel so good,” he murmurs as he slides in the final few inches until his hips are flush with yours.

He buries his head in the crook of your neck, holding still to allow you to adjust and to enjoy the feel of your pussy wrapped around him. You’re so fucking tight with no prep, choking the life out of his dick. Fucking perfect. This pussy belongs to him and he’s going to make damn sure it stays that way.

He starts to move, long languid strokes, fucking you deep and slow. It feels good. So fucking good. You feel every ridge and vein of his cock as it slides back and forth within you, hitting that special spot inside that has you keening. You try to focus on that, on the pleasure, on the coil you feel tightening within you, still so desperate for a release. You listen to Joel’s soft moans, to the sound of your wet pussy welcoming his cock with every determined thrust. But you also hear the clank of the chain that keeps you tethered, feel the chafe of the collar against your neck with every movement. The tears come. You can’t stop them. You try so hard to keep them contained but it’s no use. One falls. Then another and another.

He doesn’t notice at first. Too lost in his pleasure with his head buried in your neck. But when you let out a sniffly moan he stills and pushes up onto his forearms to look down at you. You can’t look him in the eye, shame washing over you. He wipes a tear from your cheek and sighs.

You expect him to go back to roughly fucking you, chasing his own high without a care for yours. But he surprises you by pulling out and climbing off the bed. And that is somehow so much worse. Panic explodes within you. You lose yourself to it, no thought in your head but making it right, keeping him here with you. You instinctively reach out and grab his arm, as he starts pushing his cock back in his pants with his back to you, “no Daddy please, I’m sorry, please don’t go Daddy, please!”

“Gotcha,” Joel thinks to himself rejoicing in that name falling from your lips for him finally. Wiping the smirk off his face and schooling his face into a disappointed frown before turning back around to you, his hard cock still poking out of his jeans.

You heave a relieved sigh and throw your arms around his neck, mumbling into his chest how sorry you are. He rubs a big hand up and down your back until you’ve calmed down slightly then he removes your arms from around his neck and leaves you kneeling on the bed as he once again wipes tears from your face and you nuzzle into his palm.

“I’m so sorry Daddy, I couldn’t help it, I tried to hold them in, really I did.”

“I know baby. I know. Maybe we need to try somethin’ different hm?”

You nod at him, slightly more reserved now that the initial panic has waned. But the memory of it lingers and you know you’ll do anything he asks of you right now.

“Ok baby, here’s what we’re gona do,” he tells you as he starts to fully strip off, “you’re gona ride my dick, you know what that means?”

You shake your head as you watch him disrobe, your pussy throbbing with each item of discarded clothing. “It means you’re gona sit on Daddy’s cock. You’ll be on top. That means you have to set the pace, you’ll be in charge, that sound good?”

You give him a timid nod.

“No need to worry, I’ll still be helpin’ and guidin’, you just follow my instructions. Prove to me how much you want this yeah?”

“Ok Daddy,” you whisper. You’re nervous but determined. You can do this.

Now fully naked Joel climbs back onto the bed and settles in a seated position with his back against the headboard. He pulls you into his lap so you’re straddling him, your knees either side of his hips hovering over his crotch. He takes his cock in hand and taps the head against your puffy clit making you moan. He slides it down to the mouth of your pussy and holds it steady with one hand while the other lands on your hip directing you to start lowering yourself onto him. You keen and wail as you take him, he feels so much bigger in this position, the stretch so much more pronounced but you don’t stop. He watches you avidly as you sink down onto him, mesmerised by the sight, inch by inch he disappears inside of you. He lets out a grunt as your quaking thighs give out and you plop down in his lap, swallowing the last few inches with a pained whimper.

He pulls you forward into his chest, holding you close and lavishing you with praise, “such a good girl for me darlin’, you did so good, I’m so proud o’ you. I know it’s a lot, I know.”

Your whole body shakes as you adjust to the overwhelming fullness. It doesn’t take long for the sting to dissipate and the pleasure to return. When he feels you relax and sink into him he grabs the tops of your arms and pushes you gently out from his chest. He drinks in the sight of you, eyes still red and puffy from your tears but now glassy and unfocused as well, your mouth hanging open as you pant, your chest heaving with each inhale, your body connected to his, your little pussy swallowing his cock whole.

His hands drop to your hips and he guides them back and forth, letting you grind down on his dick. You release the loudest moan he’s ever heard from you and your head tips back, lost in the pleasure.

“Nu-uh baby, you look at me. Look at me and tell me how good it feels.”

With obvious effort you raise your head and force your eyes open, moans dropping from you with every rock of your hips.

“Ohh Daddy! It – oh – it feels so good. Oh so so good!”

Your hips speed up of their own accord, his hands now no longer guiding just gently gripping the flesh of your hips.

“Good girl baby, that’s it, bein’ so good for Daddy. Take what you need pretty girl, use me to make yourself feel good.”

And you do, you rock back and forth on him, feeling the pressure building within you. Everything is forgotten except the way his cock feels inside you. Your clit grazes across the coarse hairs at the base of his cock with every movement. You let out a wail of joy at the sensation, it feels like sparks being tossed into a powder keg, just waiting for one to catch and detonate the explosion of pleasure you so badly need.

He watches you, so blissed out and cock drunk it almost tips him over. To distract himself he reaches out and grabs your arms that have been hanging limp by your sides the whole time. He guides your hands to your tits, his hands engulfing yours and squeezing lightly to indicate what he wants. Watching you fondle yourself as you grind on him is the most arousing thing he’s ever seen. He can’t stop the slight buck of his hips and this is what finally sets you free, your pussy contracting and pulsing on him, gripping so tight he think he may pass out. You scream for him as the pleasure consumes you, the weeks of build up, frustration and anger all released in that one unholy noise.

You collapse into his chest, panting and grunting and shuddering as the aftershocks run through you. His hands are back on your hips, resuming his guidance of them back and forth to prolong your high.

When you whimper out a small “Daddy!” he finally stops, wrapping his arms around you and giving you a moment to rest, planting kisses on your temple and neck.

As you start to come back to yourself he once again pushes you out from his chest. “Did so good baby, made me so proud, knew you could do it,” he praises, taking note of how your pussy squeezes him as he does, “now it’s Daddy’s turn, you gona help me feel good too?” It’s a rhetorical question. You know you don’t really have a choice but you nod and whisper a soft, “yes Daddy,” anyway, keen to keep him on side.

“That’s my good girl,” his hands return to your hips and start their guidance once again but the motion is different this time, up and down instead of back and forth. You feel tired and boneless after your gargantuan climax but you do your best to mimic the movements and keep a solid rhythm. He guides your hands to his shoulders to help keep you steady.

“That’s it baby, bounce on Daddy’s cock, doin’ such a good job,” he pants out, breathless with his excitement. He knows he’s not a good man, but right now, watching you ride him as your beautiful tits bounce in his face he finds it hard to care.

His hands abandon your hips now that he’s confident you won’t stop, they make their way to your chest, squeezing your tits together as his head falls forward to capture a nipple in his mouth, suckling and teasing as his thumb rubs and flicks at the other. You moan as you feel pleasure shooting from your tits down to your pussy, working through the sensitivity from your first orgasm and starting to build you back up.

His cock is hitting you so deep, deeper than you’ve ever felt it and you feel it dragging over that spongy spot inside that drives you crazy, you feel the pressure building again and you chase it, increasing your pace and bouncing on him with gusto making him grunt with each impact of your hips on his.

He drops a hand between you, rubbing your engorged, aching clit with his index and middle fingers as he marks his way over your tit and up your chest, biting and suckling at your soft skin. The mix of sensations leaves you dizzy, you don’t know what to focus on. You feel your pussy pulsing around him and that only heightens the overwhelming pressure. A steady chant of “Daddy, Daddy, Daddy,” falls from your lips.

His lips are on your neck now, continuing their assault on your skin, sucking a deep purple bruise just above the collar. This one will be permanent he thinks. He’ll renew it every day, another sign of his ownership of you. As he nips the now tender flesh you jerk in his arms, but he holds you steady and returns to the same spot, his fingers still going to town on your clit.

“Daddy, please! Something’s wrong… I – I Daddy, I think I need to pee!”

With a jolt of excitement Joel realises what’s about to happen, “don’t stop baby, keep goin’, let go for me darlin’, you can do it.”

The pressure builds within you to an unbearable level before the coil snaps and an unfathomable wave of pleasure and heat take over as you feel liquid gushing from you, splattering over both your legs and groins. A scream tears from your throat as you collapse forward once again into his chest, your body completely spent.

He leans back with you and plants his feet on the mattress so he can continue to fuck up into you. “Such a good fuckin’ girl, squirtin’ all over her Daddy, making a big ol’ mess. You got the best fuckin’ pussy in the whole world baby!”

You’re dazed and confused, you barely register his words. You have no energy left to contribute to this fuck session so you lounge against him, letting him use you. You nuzzle into his neck and your lips find their way to his skin. You feel his pulse right beneath them and it feels strangely intimate, more so than anything else you’d done with him. You don’t know what comes over you as you kiss the spot gently before sucking the patch of skin into your mouth, like you’ve felt him do to you so many times.

The feel of you trying to mark him is his undoing, with an almighty roar he releases his load deep inside you, feeling the warmth of it as it begins to seep back down your pussy and over his cock. He collapses, exhausted, sated and so fucking pleased with himself. If he needed any more convincing that you were his, the mark on his neck would be it. It was so unexpected, not even he thought you that far gone.

He shuffles down the bed so he is lying flat with you fully on top of him, holding you tight and rubbing gentle shapes into your skin.

“Will you stay with me Daddy?” you ask timidly, afraid that if he rejects you now in this vulnerable moment you may never recover.

He hesitates a beat. He doesn’t want to spoil you. But he’s so fucking tired and you do deserve a little reward. “Yeah baby, I’ll stay for a little bit, but don’ get used to it. Close your eyes and rest now, you earned it.”

You murmur out a quiet, “thank you Daddy,” before closing your eyes and drifting off to sleep almost immediately, covered in your shared release and still impaled on his cock.

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spiceofvy · 5 months ago

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yo here's a soft one: skz as shopping partners. Domestic fluff. Maybe more paragraphs per member for this one? If you like, that is.

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Shopping with SKZ

a/n: i do not know why this took me so long, i finished the first draft for this almost 6 months ago and just never edited it because i was super unsatisfied. but now after stepping away from it i actually really like it and editing it was so much fun...

cws: gender neutral reader, sfw, fluff, one hint to something sexual (jisung), honestly this is just fluff

Chan: Honestly, is always just super excited to go out with you, loves to spoil you when you go shopping together. Isn't the best at giving advice, while he does have an okay idea of fashion himself, he just loves everything you wear and wants to get all of it for you. Also likes to take candid pictures of you, while you look around, smiling fondly the whole time.

"I missed going out with you." "Hey babe, look over here really quick." "You look so amazing. How do I deserve you?"

Minho: Number one when it comes to acts of service. Holds all the bags for you, carries the clothes hangers as you look around, gets you clothes in a different size so you don't have to leave the changing room. Also gives really good advice about the clothes that you are trying on. Overall just a really good shopping companion. Wants to go lingerie shopping afterwards with you.

"This shirt in a different size? Sure, let me get it for you." "Hm, that's cute, but I think I liked the first one more." "Wait, give me that bag."

Changbin: The worst partner ever. Because he just thinks that everything looks perfect and amazing on you. Great for your confidence but terrible for your wallet. But definitely offers to pay. Even if you decline him paying for everything he will still buy you extras, or the same thing in different colors so you can have some variety.

"Wait, you look so great. Try another one." "Uh, I love how you look in both of them." "Okay, how about you pay for the red one. And I get you the blue and the purple one?"

Hyunjin: Absolute opposite of Changbin. He is soo critical. Not of you but of the clothes and how they don't do enough for you. It's nothing personal, just his amazing fashion sense. You look great in the end, but he still takes you out for dinner afterwards as an apology for making you go through the hassle.

"No." "You look great, but the shirt doesn't show it." "Okay, let me treat you. You were such a great model for me."

Jisung: Gets bored super easily. But you can easily get his attention back by letting him pick out something for you to wear. Low key picks really good clothes for you, somehow matches you aesthetic perfectly without thinking too much about it. Jokes about joining you in the cabin while you change. But gets flustered when you actually call him in.

"Another store? Are you suuuuure?" "Okay, I picked this and this and this and this." "Wait? Really? Right now? What if someone sees?"

Felix: Shopping with Felix often turns into shopping for Felix. No matter if you are in the mens or womens section, he always finds something that suits his taste. Loves getting couples outfits together. Compliments you the whole time, and needs to take photos of you in his favorite outfits. Also takes a ton of selfies with you while walking from one store to another.

"Oh that would look so cute on us." "I love how you look in that." "You think that would suit me too?"

Seungmin: Looks uninterested but is really invested. Always sneaks clothing he would like for you to wear into the cabin, acting innocent when you question it. Very honest with his opinion, positive as well as negative, but it's actually super helpful. Gets you both coffee afterwards. Will put the clothes away into your closet when you get home, he has a very strict system for that.

"What? No you picked that shirt. You don't remember?" "Ah, I don't love the shirt. But the jacket is amazing." "Okay, lets get some coffee into you."

Jeongin: Gives amazing advice, maybe he spent too much time around Hyunjin or the Stylists rubbed off on him but he somehow became a fashion guru. Carries your bags and offers to pay for everything. You get a lot of jealous stares, which makes him a little bit cocky and makes him spend even more money on you. Gets suuuper shy when you get kinda naked-y.

"Okay, but I think the purple one suited your undertones more." "That would go really well with that new pair of jeans we just got." "Put your wallet away, it's on me today."

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rootspiral · 3 months ago

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Agatha All Along deep dive: episode 5 part 2

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(AAA entries: ep1 [1][2][3][4] ep2 [1][2][3][4] ep3 [1][2][3] ep4 [1][2][3][4][5][6][7][+1] ep5 [1][2][3][4][5] ep6 [1][2][3] ep7 [1][2][3][4][5][6] ep8 [1][2][3][4][5][6][7][8][9] ep9 [1][2][3][4][5][6])

I was so looking forward to brighten this particular scene, it's the darkest yet and it's such a beautiful one it's a pity to miss even one detail

oh no lilia stop being so cute????

have you ever seen jen with a bigger smile? and she's quiet as usual, it's almost like more than the ride she's enjoying how much fun her friends are having. especially lilia, those two have been forming a bond that is equal parts bickering and a growing respect

I'm just glad alice had this moment of pure unadulterated joy before it came all crashing down

agatha is very, very quiet. despite never letting herself feel anything freely, she takes a moment to close her eyes and enjoy the beauty of it all

she looks back at rio, so sensual and confident

how can kathryn hahn convey so much with so little time? her breath catches at her sight. and then worry and fear take hold and she gives the tiniest shake of her head, as if she's forbidding herself to entertain any kind of thought about rio. she looks away. the blood moon behind her spells disaster

meanwhile billy is that kid who has the time of his life hanging out with the teachers during a field trip

I want to personally thank aubrey plaza for every acting choice she made as rio, but ESPECIALLY for this witchy laugh

(I just brightened the salem seven witch vomiting bees and it's actually pretty impressive! but I don't want to trigger any insect haters around here) (I love insects though so please talk to me about spiders if you want)

they couldn't get a good look at the cabin before rushing in and I couldn't either until now, do we know if it's something from Agatha's past? did she use to live there?

I'm salty that alice had to die in these stupid clothes

So. I think this trial is the most fucked up and humiliating yet. Billy knew nothing about jen except superficial facts, so he put her in a scenario that matched her work aesthetic, more of a personal insult than a wake up call (compare it with the broom lilia just made for her: roots and flowers, something that speaks about jen's work, beliefs and traditions.)

Alice's trial was entirely based on lorna, we know billy is a big fan so he ran with that concept creating something that really shook alice, and not in a good way. she was forced to sit in her dead mom's house and wear her clothes for god's sake. she took it as the Road wanting to teach her a lesson, when it was just a teenager with the grace and subtlety of a newborn puppy.

Now, agatha. billy doesn't know a thing about her because she's private to the point of paranoia. he has gathered that there's something in her past about a dead child and that's probably what makes her grumpy, so he... tried to make her talk to nicky. with a fuking oujia board. Despite having had his share of shock and trauma billy inevitably has a kid's point of view re: death, and even more so because he's functionally immortal. death is something that happens to other people, or far far away in the future. he thinks he's giving agatha much needed therapy, when he actually put a grown woman in child's clothes and made her relive her traumas for everyone to see.

btw I'm not in any way saying that the trials are bad writing. they are brilliant writing. they're just tragic and fucked up behind the funny exterior, just like agatha herself. sorry for the rant.

I mean I wouldn't be opposed to that. we could put billy back in a closet for a little while and get down and dirty with it. and ooh there's a little leaf on rio's shirt, I hadn't noticed it!

jen's retainer always SENDS me

agatha's face when she realizes it's her trial

agatha is irrevocably, eternally linked with death in all its forms

looks like rio is playing along and setting the scene, but she's also doing something more subtle that only agatha understands: she's provoking her, and it's becoming more personal and hurtful. she's testing and punishing more than she used to. she is growing angrier.

agatha wants to tell rio to fuck off but knows she deserves it. agatha is NOT happy to be in this trial for reasons that go beyond what everyone present (except rio) assumes, but she'll bite the inside of her cheeks until they bleed before she shows any of it

the way he says it with a straight face too (again, NO PUN INTENDED. forgive me joe, I would never)

oh great alice has only thirty minutes to live

everyone looks worried and on their guard, rio has her whole knife out, playing along. agatha is STILL trying to look cool and casual, it's painful to watch. girl is panicking, hard

meanwhile billy is always bringing a whole different energy, he's playing and having fun! think back to the second episode when they met lilia and then jen and alice for the first time. billy had no clue about the tension, the fear and hate between them and agatha. right now he's still more excited than scared. he's about to have a rude awakening.

do not taunt the spirits, AGATHA.

lmaooo. this motherfucker.

another moment when billy sounds chillingly cruel. being jigsaw without realizing it

I'm not pointing it out every time but whenever agatha does this with her arms she's really, really really nervous

what does agatha do when she's scared or overwhelmed? she puts on a show. like clockwork. and rio has already guessed what's about to happen

I really want to continue this so there will be more later today, stay tuned!

go to episode 5 part 3

#agatha all along #agatha deep dive #agatha harkness #billy maximoff #rio vidal #alice wu gulliver #lilia calderu #jennifer kale #character study

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