#this is a joke from a aggie but still

[roselockwood]

Teasing

Agatha Harkness x fem!reader

Wc: 2.6k

Warnings: pure smut, mommy kink, scissoring, let me know if i should add more

Summary: Agatha was teasing you relentlessly for weeks, what happens when it affects her too??

A/N: this was made a looong time ago when i was drunk so sorry for any mistakes, and its all because i couldnt stop thinking about Agatha after reading LCM @lunargrrrl 🙂‍↕️...

Anyways enjoy this and pls dont be mad i disappeared for god knows how long from tumblr

You thought Agatha was joking at first. That it's just some stupid words. But the stupid words turned into weeks of her teasing you, without her needy hands fucking you. Oh my sweet baby, you tested my limits today. Let's see if you will still act this way if i don't touch you at all. Her words bounced around your head, echoing endlessly.

At the time you've thought that it was just empty promises, nothing more than a simple tease. Oh you were so, so wrong. You haven't caught the serious tone, or the glint of her eyes when she uttered these words. Agatha was keen on making her words come true.

It's close to three weeks since she have fucked you. Maybe bratting out to her wasn't a good idea after all. You've spent three grueling weeks without her touch, without her mouth on your body and it started to bother you. It wouldn't be so bad if it wasn't for the fact that Agatha has been teasing you relentlessly everyday. The torturing varied depending on her mood. Sometimes it was her hand lingering for longer than it should when she moved past you in the kitchen, the other time it was her playfully slapping your ass when you were standing in the bathroom brushing your teeth. Either way it is too much for you to handle, your skin burning with her every touch.

But it started to affect her too. She was getting more handsy with each passing day. You could see it was breaking her as much as it did you. During the three weeks you had to endure, you could sometimes hear her ragged breath as she was muttering your name, touching herself to the thought of you. It was pure torture, listening to her, yet you knew that touching her was off limits as Agatha was set on making you as miserable as possible.

The witch was doing alright until one day, Agatha just snapped. She found you in your shared living room, playing games and talking with friends. She tugged your headset off and looked at you with a dangerous sparkle in your eyes.

“Hi sweetheart, are you busy?”

“Yes Aggie, sorry I'm playing with my friends.”

This should've been enough to keep her away, right? Turns out it was not nearly enough. She slowly came around the couch that you were sitting on. Her smirk widening as she sank to her knees before you.

“I think you should be busy with something else baby.”

If you weren't paying much attention to Agatha, then now you were. Her nimble fingers were undoing your jeans and her eyes were fixated on your centre. Agatha's every move was calculated, almost as if she was planning this all along.

“You think you can focus on your game while i fuck you sweetheart?”

You held your breath when you heard the words that left her mouth. She was eyeing you up and down, her gaze wandering all over your body and concentrating on what she wanted the most.

While you were busy cursing at the game, Agatha took off your pants gently, kissing on the now uncovered expanse of your thighs. You muted yourself to talk to the witch.

“Agatha, what the fuck are you doing?”

“I've decided that it's enough. I wanna fuck you. Hard.”

“No Agatha. I'm busy.”

The witch raised her brows in surprise. You were denying her?

“I know my love, but don't you want this too?”

The question hung in the air for a while, until you were ready to respond to her. She was eagerly waiting for your answer. Expecting a simple yes or a nod. But you haven't done any of that. Instead you focused on your game, craving for the victory royale you were so close to.

As her question lingered, it remained unanswered. Agatha started to nudge your bare thighs, kissing every now and then to grab your attention. But it didn't work on you. Your eyes were completely fixated on the screen of your shared TV not daring to look away for even a second.

“Baby, please… I want you so bad right now. Won't you do mommy a favour?”

Your cheeks flushed pink at the honorific that came out of Agatha's mouth, but you were still unwilling to succumb to her. She tried everything she could think of, kissing your thighs, playing with your biceps and yet it failed.

Annoyed you looked at witch's desperate state

“You went without touching me for almost three weeks. I’m sure you can go a few hours longer.”

If looks could kill, then you would be a dead man. Agatha stared daggers at you, but you didn't spare her even a glance. Annoyed at your antics she decided to take matters into her own hands. With your pants already off, Agatha took pleasure in touching you through your, now soaked, underwear.

“C'mon baby I know you want it as much as I do, hmm?”

Just as she thought that her pleas went unheard, you put your headset aside and leaned down to whisper.

“You've been teasing me for too long, you gotta beg for it now sugar”

Agatha's smirk was immediately wiped off of her face. Her eyes now full of yearning.

Witch’s hands trembled beside your body. Her mind was fighting the urge to beg you to give into her needs. It was a long battle that she lost. Her voice slightly trembled when she asked you.

“Please baby, I just wanna taste you. Wanna taste your pretty cunt.”

“Agatha I'm still playing-”

She cuts you off with a kiss, not letting you finish your sentence, kissing your lips with a newfound fire. You furiously drop your headset on the table in front of you. Agatha's hands are now wandering all over your body, as if she has never touched you before. You push her away quickly, shutting your console off, your gaze now solely focused on the mess of a girlfriend you had on your knees in front of you. Feeling annoyed at her actions, you grab her chin and force her to look at you.

“I thought all of the agonising teasing was just to break me… did you snap too Agatha?”

Agatha's voice faltered, unable to produce any coherent sound. Her mind was wilding with all the possibilities this interaction unlocked. You were never dominant in bed with her. Maybe, once in a blue moon, you made some demands. But you were never acting like that. It awoke something in the witch's mind. And she needed to get more of that.

“Oh my, did the all mighty Agatha Harkness go all submissive on me? Tell me baby, does this turn you on?”

Agatha was dumbfounded, reeling in the feeling of you being so dominant with her. Every fiber of her being radiated with a sudden urge to submit to you. To beg for your touch. Yet she didn't say anything.

You let go of her face and started to slowly undress yourself. As your pants were long gone, you started to unbutton your shirt slowly. The witch was having none of it, your buttons went flying as the older woman practically tore your shirt off.

“You're so eager, Aggie. Beg for it baby, beg for what you want so bad.”

Agatha's eyes sparkled wildly as she raked her brain for any sensible response. She tried hard, yet her only response was a low whine with a few words.

“Please baby, I fucking need you.”

“You have to do better than that to make me forgive you for all the teasing.”

Her mind blanked and suddenly all she could say was please, please, please.

“Fuck baby I need you, please-”

Agatha moved closer to you, her cunt covered by her attire started to grind on your boot. She was now mindlessly searching for pleasure, yet you moved yourself away from her.

“You beg so pretty for me, I think you deserve a treat, don't you think?”

“Yes- yes baby, yes I do.”

With that you pulled her in closer, her cunt already against your foot, rutting feverishly, chasing her high. You let her enjoy the moment but then you pulled her up, sitting her on your lap.

“Will you be a good girl for your baby and do what I say?”

The witch was so lost in it that she could only nod. After getting that response from her you started to undress her. Clothes went flying all across the living room. Poor woman's panties landed on the coffee table while the rest was discarded on the floor.

“You got so worked up from teasing me that you couldn't wait. You even let me take control, that's so brave of you honey”

You helped move on your lap, grinding her hard just how she likes it. The whimpers that came out of her mouth were like honey to your ears.

“Stop fucking playing with me and fuck me already…”

Agatha was impatient now. Her clit against your thigh was nothing compared to what your fingers could do. She imagined herself bent over the couch with you slamming your digits inside her, without giving her a single break.

“I'm done playing- a-ah- the submissive o-one. Fuck mommy properly. Put your fingers i-in me-”

And who were you to deny her? You enjoyed the switch of the dynamic. Usually you were the one begging, but now, seeing Agatha on your lap, grinding sloppily, fueled something inside you. Now you were as desperate as the woman in front of you. Flipping your position, you put her underneath you, her face pressed into the beige pillows that adorned your couch.

Your hands traveled on the expanse of her bare back, making Agatha shiver against your touch. She was unusually quiet, but that was until your fingers grazed the entrance of her needy hole that was now dripping with need.

“Fuck- Put it in me- now”

You tease her cunt for a little bit, gathering her wetness, when you entered her without warning. The moan that got stuck in her throat made you painfully aware of the wetness that was slowly seeping through your underwear. Instead of putting your other hand on your girlfriend's body you slipped it inside your purple underwear.

“A-ah- sweetheart- more. I need more-”

Attacking her neck you entered another finger into her, stretching Agatha out. She was now bouncing on your hand. You left purple bruises along her neck and her back. The witch was now moaning under you, getting what she wanted. The fingers were not feeling good enough on your cunt, so you urged your girlfriend off of the couch.

“Get off right now- I need you to eat me out.”

“And I thought I was the needy one”

Quickly you shut her up with a kiss. It was a clash of teeth and tongues, swallowing eachothers moans. You broke it off and pushed Agatha down to her knees. She obeyed without protest and with a swipe of your panties to the side, she started to eat you out.

Her tongue felt hot on your cunt. Licking and reaching all the good spots. After the weeks of teasing and celibate, you already felt like cumming.

“Mommy- fuck- your mouth feels so good on me-”

“You taste so good sweetheart, I could stay between your thighs forever.”

You only nodded, pulling Agatha closer, practically suffocating her. But she didn't mind. For all she cared she could pass out and still be happy that she made you feel good.

Agatha's orgasm was long forgotten as she focused solely on you. She frantically grabbed your thighs, desperate to make you come undone on her face. The slight tremble in your legs gave away what's about to happen. You were close. Painfully so.

“Agatha please- I'm close-”

“Come on baby give it to me… Soak my face.”

And that's what you did. Your orgasm ripped through you, making you shake uncontrollably. Agatha's smirk widened between your thighs. Her hands left your body to wipe the remnants of her juices from her face.

“Fuck- Agatha..”

You throw your head back, closing your eyes for a second.

“It was supposed to be the other way around. Come here it's your turn now”

“You don't have t-”

“Oh but I do, you were so close, weren't you Aggie?”

You mumbled the words near her ear as you put her back on the couch. The older woman wanted to protest, putting her hand on your shoulders in a last attempt to change your mind. It didn't work. You swiftly put the witch's hands above her head and got to work your way down her body.

“Sorry for being so selfish earlier-”

You said between kisses that you were now leaving on her neck

“-but it was not my fault that I was so worked up.”

Agatha's arousal was ever apparent, her juices leaking onto the couch. She was squirming, itching for more. So you delivered. You moved your feverish kisses down to her breasts, paying your utmost attention to her pebbled nipples.

“A-ah- baby they are sensitive-”

Agatha whined and it only earned a feral smirk from you. Every sound she made under your ministrations spurred you on further. She looked so ethereal underneath you. Wild hair splayed on the cushions, pale skin glowing with sweat and remnants of your own orgasm. It's truly a sight to see.

You got stuck in your own head, never stopping the sucking and biting on Agatha's boobs. You snapped out of it after one particularly hard suck made your girlfriend moan loudly.

“Fucking touch me properly or I'm going to explode-”

Agatha was getting impatient. Her hips rutted upwards looking for any type of friction to get herself off, with no effect.

You didn't say anything, instead you pressed your pussy against hers. The older woman's eyes rolled back into her skull, the pleasure taking over her senses.

“Is this enough for you mommy? Or do I need to continue playing with your tits too?”

Agatha was at loss for words. Every coherent thought left her body a long time ago. Now the only thing she could focus on is how good you felt on top of her. She was never one to come quickly, but with your pussy on hers and your mouth working miracles on her chest, she was sure she wouldn't last long.

You on the other hand weren't that far from another orgasm. Even if you just came down from one, the overwhelming feeling of Agatha's body made the coil in your abdomen tighten again, threatening to snap.

“You feel so good Aggie… wanna come with you.”

“Yes- fuck yes- I wanna come with you too-”

With that you rutted your hips into her with newfound power. Your juices mixing together, the movements making squelching sounds that echoed through the room making you hungry for her release.

Agatha's thighs started to twitch, she was getting so close. And so were you, your hips stuttering, losing their rhythm as both of your orgasms approached quickly.

“Fuck- Aggie- come with me, please-”

Your girlfriend didn't respond, instead she let out a near pornographic moan as she came, pushing you over the edge. You collapsed on top of her, snuggling into her and leaving small kisses on her neck.

“Honey- Shit- that was so good. I don't think I've ever came this hard”

Agatha says, chuckling a little bit.

“If I knew that teasing you would bring results like that I would've started earlier.”

You playfully hit her on her shoulder as Agatha is laughing, her voice full of amusement. Nuzzling even closer to her, you muttered near her ear.

“Don't you EVER tease me like that ever again or I'll fuck the shit out of you befor that even happens.”

“Oh don't threaten me with a good time, baby.”

Defeated, you don't say anything else to your girlfriend. Closing your eyes, you dozed off, while Agatha mindlessly drew patterns in your lower back.

[idkwhatever580]

Embarrassed

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x enhanced!reader (Reader has powers like Wanda's but pink because I'm the author and I can do what I want, and my fav color is pink)

Prompt: Reader's best friend Wanda informs reader about this new thing she learned with Agatha that amped up their sex life. Reader decides to try it out with Nat, and the outcome is better than expected.

Warnings: SMUT, enchanted strap, bondage, slapping, daddy kink (daddy is not a reflection of your gender just a term I used i swear!) cumming without permission?/warning?, swearing, tmi? (Is there such thing as tmi between best friends?), teasing. Top!Reader (semi soft)

A/N: I already had this in my drafts partially finished but then I got a rq and I thought I could incorporate it into this so yeah :) thanks for the request @keirannoa420 <3 (I made reader afab but I think I made them gn for everything else I hope that isn't a problem!)

Today is a simple day for the Avengers. Almost nobody is on a mission today, so everyone is doing their own thing to decompress and rest. Especially since last week was horrible. It was just mission after mission for you and the others.

From what you know, Tony and Bruce are in their lab, Steve and Buck went on a date after visiting Peggy's grave to give her the monthly flowers, Clint went back with his family, Thor and Loki are back at Asgard until needed, Nat is reading in her library, Agatha is in a therapy session (she is still healing from her witchy trauma, good on her!), Vision is probably floating around somewhere, Peter is with Aunt May, the rest of the younger ones are out and about, while you and Wanda are catching up on a much-needed yapping session.

"Omg did you hear what happened on Sam and Tony's mission yesterday?"

You sit up being intrigued, "No, what happened?"

She giggles at the thought of what happened, and says, "He- he"

She can't even tell you what happened without bursting into laughter. "He what! Oh my gosh stop laughing and tell me what happened!"

Your need to hear what happened overpowering your patience, but Wanda eventually can control her laughs into a soft snicker every now and then, "He had to run into the building instead of his usual flying, and he ended up slipping and falling on his back and rolling around because it was raining! Sam got the whole thing recorded thanks to redwing!"

You burst into laughter at the thought of Tony slipping, this surely hurt his ego more than anything. You gasp and say, "Wait... can I see the video? Do you have it?"

She laughs and grabs her phone, "Of course I have the video! I would say I'm surprised you don't have it, but I forgot your phone broke."

You roll your eyes at the reminder of not having a phone to do your daily social media things, but Nat says you need a break from your phone. Joke's on her, you're just bothering her more. (She secretly likes it)

You're drawn away from your thoughts when Wanda holds her phone to your face, the video of Tony slipping funnier than you pictured.

(volume is not necessary for this one)

You both started laughing so hard that tears fell from your eyes, but you both eventually calmed down and were able to change the subject. "So, how's Aggie? I feel like I haven't seen her in months even though I've only been on a mission for a week."

She smiles softly and says, "She's good. Her twice-a-week therapy sessions are really impacting her in a good way. I think she might be having a bit of a hard time adjusting to the Avengers though. She still gets overwhelmed sometimes. Which is what I was scared about. I didn't want to bring her into this space after nine whole months of secretly dating just for her to regress on her progress, but I think she is getting there. Her communication skills are definitely getting better which is helping me accommodate to her needs you know?"

You smile and nod knowingly, "Yeah, I remember coming here for the first time from being a S.H.E.I.L.D. agent, it was terrifying, but my relationship with Nat only grew from where we were. Something is bound to blossom from her too. Anything else interesting with you two?"

Wanda sends me a small smirk and says, "I've been trying out new spells and tricks to cast and I happened to fall upon an interesting spell."

You raise an eyebrow with a tentative voice, "Interesting how?"

She giggles and says, "Okay, so obviously we talk about our sex lives a lot together, but this spell just made bedroom time way better. It's a spell to make an inanimate object basically a part of you. You can feel it and everything that happens to it. So, I tested this spell out on a certain strap-on that we use and let me just say I've never felt so good before. I think you should really try it on Nat, the first time I did it to Aggie, she literally cried because she felt so good."

You raise your eyebrows suggestively and say, "That is quite the interesting find Wands. I'm impressed. You'll have to show me the spell. I think I might try it out on Natty tonight if I can do it right.

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After a few tries of this new spell with Wanda, you're able to feel everything that happens to the tv remote in your leg. You smirk at Wanda and go to exit the room just as Agatha comes back. You send your goodbyes and almost sprint to Natasha's library, making sure to stop by your room to get a certain backpack.

The joys of having your own floor with Natasha means that the things on that floor are only used by the both of you, unless otherwise provoked. So, you know nobody is going to be walking into this space. This also means that you guys can literally fuck anywhere on that floor, but you are so excited to try this spell on her.

You slow down right before you enter and you saunter in, even though Nat has her noise cancelling headphones on, so you know she won't hear you. You come up behind her and softly rest your arms on her shoulders slowly creeping down to kiss her cheek.

She pulls off her headphones and says, "Hello detka. Do you need anything?"

You simply nod your head and give her a soft kiss on the lips to distract her before carefully snatching the current book she is invested in. She lets go of it but not without a pout, "Baby, I was reading that."

You carefully set the book down after putting a bookmark in. Then you walk around and pull her headphones off her ears which makes her even more confused. Until you sit in her lap and snuggle up to her neck. She softly smiles and starts rubbing patterns on your back. "Aww baby, did you want cuddles?"

You nod your head innocently and she says, "Well I can do that while also reading my book so can I have it back?"

You shake your head, and she realizes there's something else you want. She raises an eyebrow, and skeptically says, "What else is it? Did you do something?"

You pull away from her neck and shake your head, "No, I didn't do nothin', but I'm 'bout to."

She furrows her beautiful brows in confusion but notices the glint in your eyes. She knows this look; she has seen it a million times before. How could she miss it? So, she pouts and says, "Aww is my detka a bit horny?"

You nod your head and whisper, "I want to try something new today."

She smirks and nods, always willing to try everything once, well, almost everything. "Of course, detka, what is it you were wanting to try?"

You smile and say, "You're gonna have to wait and find out."

She rolls her eyes at your antics, but you kiss her on the lips and the words that were on the tip of her tongue fade away quickly.

You both start making out softly, a tenderness infiltrates your hearts that only you two can replicate with each other. The kiss quickly turns aggressive though. Her hands falling to your hips to steady them when they start to move on their own, while yours go to her hair to softly tug on the luscious, fiery locks.

Moans start to spill out of you when your core starts to rub on her thigh, and she starts to unbutton your pants trying to get directly to the source, but you push her away. Before she can question your antics, you reach behind her lounge chair to grab the backpack and wave it in front of her face. She smiles and you both stand up to undress yourselves, not bothering to do it for the other, instead choosing efficiency.

Once she has the strap securely tightened around her hips, you push her back down and sit just before the silicon cock, butt resting on her thighs. "I need you to hold still and be quiet for a moment, okay?"

She furrows her brows and says, "Wait, what are you doing?"

You smile at her and say, "I just need you to trust me so I can work my magic." You kiss her doubts away and whisper, "I think you're going to quite like this."

You cast the spell silently and when it is done, you look in her eyes and there is nothing, but confusion written all over her face. "What did you do?"

You smirk and spit on your hand before softly rubbing the tip of the dildo making her hips jerk. "Woah."

You smirk and say, "Woah indeed. Did that feel good?"

She nods her head and says, "Seriously Y/n, what did you do to me?"

You giggle and say, "I made you be able to feel everything like it is your own."

You shimmy your body down to be eye level with the pink sparkly attachment, and you look up into her eyes with yours being doe like from this angle and you slowly take her length into your mouth.

This new sensation causing Nat to moan helplessly and thread her fingers through your hair. You softly start to play with yourself and stretch yourself out, while making sure to not give her too much stimulation. Once you deem yourself ready to take her, you pull away and Nat glares at you. "Why'd you pull away?"

You smile and kiss her worries away, "So I can do this..."

You grab the attachment and slowly slide yourself onto her. Moaning at the size. She always seems to be so big even when you take her all the time. She moans extra loud when you take her to the hilt, and suddenly her hips jerk and her eyes roll to the back of her head.

You force her to look into your eyes and then you start to bounce up and down while grinding onto her.

Although you are feeling very good, your sole intention is to make Nat feel good today. "How does it feel baby?"

She opens her mouth to say something, but only a measly gasp is heard. After a while, she finally is able to conjure a sentence, "Fuck... it feels- so good."

You smirk and say, "Yeah? You like feeling this pussy clench around you?"

She whimpers and nods her head biting her lip to stifle her sounds. Usually you wouldn't let that slide, but since it is her first time feeling this, you'll give her some grace.

You start to bounce up and down on her cock more aggressively and her hands tighten around your hips. She is completely still excepting the few involuntary thrusts her hips make, which make you moan at the spot she hits when she does this.

Nat's head is thrown back and she finally lets go of her lip, allowing all the beautiful sounds to tumble out of her throat. Her pathetic noises are so hot to you and even hotter when she tries to speak, "Y/n I- it feels, I-"

All of a sudden, her words are cut off with an almost pornographic moan, which makes you so wet because you never hear her be this vocal. Her hips start thrusting into you uncontrollably and her hands are scratching into your hips, not that you care.

You furrow your eyebrows as hers raise in surprise and embarrassment. You slow down and say, "Did you... did you just cum?"

Natasha lets out an exhausted breath and looks at anything but you, until you move her by her chin to look into your eyes. When she sees your eyes, she tears up a bit, "I'm sorry I don't know what's wrong with me! I usually last way longer than that! I wasn't even prepared for it; it just sprang up on me."

She starts to ramble, so you shut her up with a kiss and when you pull away you chuckle softly, "Natty baby, I don't know why you came so fast, but I'll bet you it has something to do with the fact that this spell makes you feel things you've never felt before huh?"

She nods her head, and you smile, "Do you want to keep going or do you want to stop?"

She frowns and says, "I want you to cum."

You smile and shake your head, "That's not what I asked darling, I asked about you."

She thinks about it, and then a nasty thought pops into her brain, and she says, "I wanna keep going."

So, you nod your head, and keep moving and grinding on her, this time she makes it about five minutes before the same thing happens.

You become beyond confused as it looks like she just came again. Once she calms down, you tentatively ask, "Did you just... again?"

Her eyes widen and her face turns redder than her hair. She tears up a bit and tries to shove you off of her to inevitably run off and hide from her embarrassment, but you push on her hips, and she moans again. She still tries to get away, so you cut her thoughts off with soft tone saying, "Darling, don't worry, it's okay if you did, you know? It is a new sensation, and it is normal to have a crazy reaction to it."

She previously covered her red face with her hands to hide, so you carefully pull her hands down and smile at her small frame. "Tasha, why are you hiding from me?"

She finally cracks and says, "Because! That was so embarrassing! I've never finished that fast! So, I am embarrassed because I didn't even get to last long enough to have fun, and don't even mention the fact that you didn't get anything out of it!"

You pout at her with fake pity, "Oh darling," You brush her already sweaty hair out of her face and clench your pussy on her strap making her moan at the feeling, "You don't have to worry about that, trust me, we are going to have fun all night. You'll be begging me to stop."

She timidly nods her head, and you say, "Is that okay?"

She nods and says, "I really want to keep going."

You smile and nod your head, but before you can start riding her again, she pulls you off of her swiftly and flips you over on your hands and knees, slipping right back into your wet cunt.

She leans over to whisper in your ear, "I'm gonna fuck this pussy so hard."

You can only moan in response because she's already thrusting deep and hard into your insides. You consider giving in to her and letting her take over, but you already made your mind up ahead of time and she is not getting in your way. So, with a flick of your wrist, she is flipped over, and ropes appear and tie themselves around her wrists.

You crawl up to her as the pink glimmers fade from your eyes, and shake your head, "Thought you could get away with it huh?"

She doesn't answer and you slap her breast making her jerk and yelp out, "I asked you a question, didn't I?"

She meekly nods her head, and you say, "Then I expect you to answer it."

She nods her head again and you say, "Don't make me ask again."

"Yes! I thought I could get away with it! Please daddy!"

You bite your lip at the power trip you're getting from this, but you make sure to soften up and check on Nat knowing she only uses 'daddy' when she's extra sensitive, "I want you to use the color system just like always, okay? Can you tell me a color?"

She doesn't even hesitate before saying, "Yes! Green, please daddy!"

A sigh falls from your lips at hearing that and you nod your head. "Okay baby, you know I'm not gonna be nice to you right?"

She whimpers and nods her head closing her eyes to center herself. You smirk and flip her over, making the dildo hit the bed when you push her hips down on the bed.

She moans out and you lean forward, your lips brushing softly over the shell of her ear, and you whisper, "Do not cum."

Her eyes widen and she shakes her head knowing she's already sensitive from previous orgasms, and she whines out, "No! Please daddy!"

You chuckle at her desperation and say, "If you're good tonight, I'll find a spell to make it so that you can cum in me too."

She shudders at the thought of being able to "breed" you and both of you feel it, so regardless of how much she already wants to cum, she nods her head and takes a breath to prepare herself.

Right before you are about to start, she yelps out, "Wait!"

You freeze in worry that she doesn't want this anymore, so you pause and look to her and let her speak. Her words come out the first time a quiet jumbled mess so you say, "What was that babe?"

She looks over her shoulder and says a little louder this time, "Can I hold a pillow?"

You think about it for a moment, and ultimately decide that if you're not going to comfort her until after, she might as well have something else to find comfort in, so you nod your head and she grabs a pillow. Once she is situated you wait for her queue and when she nods her head you begin to massage her ass a bit before pulling back and landing a harsh slap on her butt.

Natasha's hips jerk away from your hand, and in turn makes her strap rut against the bed stimulating her. She lets out a mix between a moan and a groan because she feels good, but she also knows you put limitations on her.

You continue your assault on her now red and pink ass, and the lewd sounds that are emitting from Nat's throat are making you more wet than you'd like to admit.

You slap her ass again, and she starts to uncontrollably hump the mattress, and you won't allow her to cum without asking so you grab her hips and lift them from the bed before she can stimulate herself any further. She groans and pleads, "Please. ugh please I need it!"

You simply chuckle and shake your head, "Need it so bad you're willing to give up cumming for a week?"

Her eyes widen at that threat and she whimpers knowing she might not be able to hold back since the last two came out of nowhere, but you lay her back down and say, "two more, then you can cum again."

She nods her head, crossing her fingers that she makes it, and out of nowhere the second to last slap is let out on her skin. It is way harder than all the others, so in turn, it makes Nat almost forget about what you said. Almost.

You hum and rub her ass tenderly, not letting her know when the last one is coming, and the second she whimpers again you pull back and hit her ass so hard it has her shoving her hips back into you.

She catches her breath and rolls around. You tell her to hold still as you are about to disenchant the strap, but Nat says, "Wait, baby, what are you doing?"

You furrow your brows and say, "I thought you said you were done after this orgasm?"

She nods and says, "I held it, I wanna cum with you on my cock."

Her eyes are so sweet and soft you simply can't refuse, so you let her win this time, riding her cock until the both of you come, and then you end up just laying together in a moment of tenderness.

"I love you detka."

"I love you too Natty, I'm glad you liked the surprise."

"Oh, I loved it."

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A/N: I hope y'all liked it!!! (Did you catch my Love and Death reference???) Also, I apologize for the rushed ending, I really needed to get this out.

[russo-woso]

Kim Little angsty but happy end 🙏🫶🏻

Calm down || Kim Little x reader

Warning argument

Summary Kim brings her anger back home after a violent match

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“I don’t get it. We played shit, I played shit. And you, you getting a red did not help. It was pointless Y/N, Leah had it covered anyway, you shouldn’t have done a tackle like that. You were stupid.” Kim shouted, throwing her bags on the floor as you walked inside.

I’m guessing everyone wants a bit of backstory, huh?

Arsenal had just played Chelsea at a packed out Stamford Bridge.

The game had been rough to start with. Arsenal conceded early on in the game but somehow managed to equalise minutes later.

The game continued and Arsenal became sloppier and sloppier.

No big game changers occurred until the 80th minute.

Aggie Beever-Jones had a ball played through to her, you and Leah the only ones in front.

Using your initiative, you slide tackled into her, the edge of your boots touching the ball, but as soon as the ref blew her whistle and reached for her pocket, you knew you were done.

You fought back, telling her you got the ball but she was too stubborn.

You left the pitch in tears, too angry to notice the disapproval and anger on Kim’s face.

“I got the ball, Kim, I swear! I got the ball, the ref was too blind to see it.” You shouted back, Kim’s face red with anger.

“You wouldn’t have gotten a red if you did.”

“I’m leaving. I’ll spend the night with Katie and Caitlin. You’re taking the refs side instead of your own wife. Night, Kim.”

Without another word, you stormed out the house, jumping in the car and speeding to Katie and Caitlin’s house.

They welcomed you in with open arms, understanding why you had come to their house.

You had gone up to the spare bedroom immediately, not wanting them to see the tears in your eyes.

Your phone was buzzing with messages from Kim, begging you to come home. You ignored every single one though.

Which lead to Kim making her way to Katie and Caitlin’s house.

Kim managed to watch the replay of the foul, noticing how your foot did in fact clearly get a touch of the ball first.

She stopped at the shop on the way there, buying your favourite flowers and chocolates.

“Y/N, someone’s here to see you.” Katie shouted from downstairs.

You made your way down the stairs, seeing Kim’s face in the door.

“What do you want?” You asked, still mad at her.

Kim brought the chocolates and flowers out from behind her back.

“I’m sorry, love. I should have believed you, I don’t know why I didn’t trust you. Please come home.”

“Kim…”

“I know, I’m sorry I shouted, I’m sorry I got angry. I promise, I’ll never get angry about a game again.” Kim said, guilt in her voice.

“Promise?”

“Promise. Now, please can we go home. It’s freezing out here.” Kim joked, beginning to laugh but was cut off with your lips on hers.

“Come on then.” You laughed, dragging her to the car.

“Y/N?” Katie asked, walking into the hallway to see the door wide open but you no where to be seen. “Y/N? Kim? Well, they made up quickly.”

[bone-trash]

Thoughts on teenage!Soap and Ghost and Johnny meets Tommy

Aggie! I was actually just thinking about this!!!

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Simon doesn’t bring Johnny to his house. He’s been to Johnny’s tons of times and the family really likes him but anytime he brings it up with the idea they’d get to be alone (Maw, Da and 4 sisters make things kind of cramped) Simon just blows him off. It doesn’t make any sense. They text and they see each other at school and they still sneak out for their little park dates but it seems like Simon is holding back from him, like he can’t fully relax when they’re in public

…

Simon really likes Johnny, but he doesn’t know how Tommy is gonna take it. He’s already the weird, loner, stoner older brother to the most popular kid in year 9; also being GAY might be too much. He’d encouraged Tommy to get out of the house and make friends and develop interests knowing it might pull them apart, knowing that he could be better than Simon and make it out of that shitty house. But he still wants Simon around. Still looks up at him, with dark eyes that look so much like his, full of love and grins is slightly gap-toothed smile at Simon’s dumb jokes. It would simply kill him if had to choose between the two people he cares for the most.

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Johnny’s at football practice when he sees the kid. It’s eerie, like looking into the past. I mean, he looks JUST like Simon. The lower grades share time on the pitch with the Johnny’s team sometimes and while he’d known Simon had a brother, he’d always pictured a tiny little hellraiser in baggy jeans and scuffed trainers, not a clean cut, athletic, striker for goodness sake! But there Simon is, lurking as he always does by the bleachers, anxiety radiating off of him like he’s bracing for a fight.

After practice he walks up to the two boys as Tommy is recounting the entire practice (as if Simon hadn’t been there) and the smile that Simon wears is so gentle. He greets them and before he can compliment the younger boy on his immense skill on the pitch, as he’d been planning, Simon takes a steadying breath and introduces Johnny as his boyfriend.

Tommy thinks for a moment, and then turns his winning gap-toothed smile on Johnny and asks “Does that mean you’ll help me practice every day?!” And truly, how could he say no to that?

[scarlethexelove]

Hiya

can ya do one SMUT where Agatha realizes that Reader likes rude and she is ready to show Reader how rude she can be 🥵

Unexpected

Pairing: Agatha Harkness x Reader

Word Count: 1644

Warnings: Smut, Possessive Agatha, Thigh Riding, Strap-on, Rough sex, Wall sex, Slapping, Marking, Squirting, Orgasm denial, Degradation, Public sex (Not in front of anyone)

A/n: Hope you like it and it was what you wanted.

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“I told you not to talk to her.” Agatha drags you down the hall, her hand wrapped tightly around your upper arm. Her grip is tight. “Aggie, Wanda is just a friend.” You try to reason with your wife. She stops abruptly, your body colliding with hers. She turns pushing you up against the wall beside you. Her hand is on your chest dangerously close to your throat. You swallow hard. 

You know your wife is a jealous woman so this shouldn’t be a surprise, but there is something different. There is a fire in her eyes. You know she doesn’t like Wanda but when your wife is at work you have made friends with the woman who lives just next door. 

“Your mine Y/n.” Agatha is still seething. She caught you with Wanda’s hand on your arm as she laughed at a joke you made. “She is my friend Aggie, you don’t need to be like this.” She gets closer to you, her hand moving up to wrap around your throat and squeezing lightly. Her knee slots between your legs pressing into you. You suppress a whimper, getting incredibly turned on by how possessive and seemingly rough your wife is getting with you. 

Agatha chuckles feeling the heat coming from between your legs. Her fingers tighten around your throat and as you squirm. “Oh you're such a whore aren’t you?” You shake your head at her words. “N-no.” Another chuckle escaping her lips as she looks at your blown pupils, your wetness leaking out of you. “You just want to whore yourself out to her don’t you? Just a dumb slut who needs her holes filled all the time. Fucking pathetic.” Her words spark something deep inside of you, a gush of arousal soaking through your panties. She notices the noticeable changes in your demeanor. Sparking new thoughts in her head on what you like. 

You let out a shuddered breath. “Only want you, Aggie.” A sinister grin spreads on her lips. Her hand moves from your throat, she places both hands on your hips. She presses your core down on her leg, having you grind. “Use my thigh you fucking slut. If you want to be such a whore I’ll make you cum.” You look around with wide eyes. “Aggie, what if someone sees?” You ask her. “Let them see how much of a fucking slut you are.” 

Agatha had taken you to her company party. The large building is filled with all of your wife's coworkers and their partners. She had dragged you away from the main room down the hall in a fit of rage. But now her thoughts have turned just as much as yours have. 

You don’t dare to move too scared that someone is going to see the two of you. “I said fucking move slut.” Agatha slaps your thigh hard which makes you whimper. Your hips jerk with a moan as the thin fabric rubs against your clit. She urges you to move with another slap. You nod and start moving your hips, grinding your pussy down on her thigh. You bite your lip to suppress your moans scared someone will hear you. 

You register the sting before you even know what has happened. Your head turning to the left. You turn your head back to look at your wife, your mouth agape and your hand on your cheek. Agatha had slapped you. “I want to hear you.” She pulls you roughly against her thigh. You can’t help that loud moan and gush of your pussy. You love this new roughness and how much it turns you on. 

A nod of your head is all you need as moans slip through your lips. Hips grinding down as you chase your high. Agatha hands move from your hips grabbing the top of the dress you are wearing pulling it down with your bra letting your breast spill out. Groping you harshly and tweaking your nipples between her fingers. A slap now connects with your breast as you continue to rut your hips against her thigh. A loud moan rips from your throat as your head falls back against the wall closing your eyes in pleasure. “Such a pain slut aren’t you whore.” You know the question is rhetorical but you nod along to her words. 

Agatha continues her assault on your body. The flesh of your breast is a soft red as you grow closer to your release. Your hips start to jerk as you're on the edge. But as quick as it comes, all of it stops. Agatha removes her leg from between your legs causing you to whine. Your eyes snap open as you lift your head to look at her. She is wearing a smirk. “Aww were you about to cum?” She faux innocences with a pout. You were so close and you felt it all draining away. 

A tap to your thighs from Agatha signals you to jump and wrap your legs around her waist. You follow her signal. She watches as your breasts bounce when you jump, licking her lips. She presses your body against the wall to keep you pinned there. Her hips grind into your core and you feel the hard bulge in her pants causing you to gasp. “Something you want whore?” She asks, grinding more which causes you to moan nodding your head. 

Agatha moves a hand down between your bodies. Undoing her pants and pulling them along with the boxers she is wearing just far enough down, letting the faux cock she is wearing spring free. Her hand gripping at her strap jerking as if she could feel it looking you in your eye as she moans. Your chest heaving, biting your lip in anticipation. She swipes the head through your folds spreading your wetness on to the head. The head bumping your sensitive bundle of nerves. She moves it down to your entrances pressing it against it. She thrust her hips forward sheathing herself fully inside of you in one go. A moan rips from your throat, Agatha not giving you a moment to adjust as she starts a rough pace. 

Wet lips meet your breast as Agatha jackhammers her hips into you. She nips and sucks on your breast leaving reddish purple marks making sure everyone knows who you belong to. “My little slut to use and fuck whenever I want.” She mumbles against your skin. “O-only yours.” Your words come out breathy. Her hips never faltered in their pace. She bites down hard on your chest causing you to cry out, your walls clamping down on her faux cock. Agatha moans around your skin feeling how you tighten making it harder for her to push in. 

With your previously ruined orgasm you’re hurtling towards your orgasm quickly. Agatha can tell how close you are as you grind your hips to meet her thrust. She releases your skin as she speaks. “Cum you dumb slut. Cover my cock in your juices.” You moan head falling back, eyes rolling to the back of your head as your orgasm washes over you. You coat her cock in your juices walls rippling around her strap. She moans watching you fall apart. 

Agatha’s pace is not slowing as she drives her hips into you chasing her own high as her harness rubs just perfectly against her clit. You whimper already feeling a little overstimulated. “Too much.” Agatha shakes her head as she pants. “I don’t care if it’s too much you're going to take it like the slut I know you are. I’m going to use your body the way I want to.” 

Your second orgasm is already building quickly as Agatha’s builds along with yours. Her hand moving between your bodies down to your clit pressing into it. A moan rips from your throat as she begins to circle your clit with her fingers. You can tell she is getting close by the way her hips jerk forward with each thrust. “This is my pussy, do you understand me? Only mine, not even yours slut.” You nod your head vigorously. “Y-yours.” 

With Agatha’s ministrations on your body you are so close. Your legs tremble around her hips as you grind into her. Both of you are teetering on the edge. “Cum with me slut.” Her hand wraps around your throat again and squeezes. You fall over the edge as your juices squirt out of you, spraying onto Agatha’s pants and shirt. After right there with you her hips stutter as she cums with you. She looks down watching as you squirt all over her groaning as you silently moan.

Agatha’s ruts into you helping to ride out your highs. Both of you panting, chests heaving. Her hips come to a slow stop as she leans her forehead against yours. She whispers soft praises between the mingling air. Reassuring that you were so good for her. A stark contrast to earlier. “I wasn’t too rough was I?” Agatha asks concern in her voice. “No.” You shake your head. 

You let the exhaustion now take over your body as you hold onto your wife. Agatha leans up and kisses your forehead. “I love you.” She whispers her lips still on your forehead. “Love you too.” You say sleepily. “I didn’t know you would like it that rough sweet girl.” Agatha says, pulling back to look at your tired face. Your cheeks heat up as a blush rushes to your face. “Me either.” Your blush growing. She laughs at your shyness. 

“Let's go get you cleaned up and home.” Agatha kisses your lips pulling your body off the wall and carrying you to the bathroom. You nuzzle into her neck as she carries you. You didn’t expect the party to go like this but you're so glad that it did.

[targaryenmarvel]

A Stark Legacy (2)

Wanda Maximoff x Stark!Reader

Summary: The life of a Stark is tumultuous, especially when you are the only daughter of the technology magnates. You find yourself at a crossroads, struggling to meet your father's towering expectations while also pursuing your desires. This turning point is marked by the arrival of a certain green-eyed girl, a meeting that not only disrupts your world but also sets your heart on fire. Will you finally follow your heart or conform to your father's expectations?

Warnings: Language, Homophobia, Sexism

Word count: 2,971

New York City bustled in the early morning hours as cars clogged the streets and pedestrians filled the sidewalks, commuting to and from work. You had long faced this predicament while commuting to and from Stark Industries, enduring the long traffic even when you had a driver. It had stopped bothering you, especially when you moved to a penthouse closer to the building.

Dressed in a refined suit, you strutted into the building, heading straight to your office. Agatha Harkness, your assistant, greets you with a steaming cup of coffee and the day's newspaper. "Good morning, Y/N."

"Morning, Agatha." You took a sip of the drink, walking towards your desk. "What do we have on the schedule for today?"

"9:30 a meeting with a Hammer Industries representative. 12 a board meeting. Lunch with Mr. Barnes at 1:30, a conference call with Stark Fujikawa at 2:45, and a meeting with General Talbot on licensing Stark products at 4. We also have the interviewees for my replacement coming in later today."

"You can take care of the interviews, can you, Aggie?" You asked in a honeyed voice. Although posed as a question, you knew she would do it as instructed. Yet you gave her a semblance of choice due to the close relationship you had developed over the years—a connection based not only on mutual understanding and trust but also affection.

"All right, I'll sacrifice my valuable time," Agatha responded, biting her lip as she sat in one of the many chairs and clasped her hands on the desk. "Now, give me the tea. How's the wedding planning?

You groaned, dropping the newspaper you held and reclining in the chair.

"Two weeks, and they're already driving me crazy. My mother and my soon-to-be mother-in-law," you clarified. "Bombarding me with questions at all hours. 'Y/N, how many guests are you inviting? Where will the wedding be? Do you have a dress in mind?' Why ask if they'll disregard what I say and do the opposite."

"How is that?" Agatha cocked her head, furrowing her brows at your stressed demeanor. She had expected happiness and excitement at your pending nuptials.

You spun your chair to face the vast window wall, which gave you a perfect city view. Seeing the city's vastness made you feel small, yet simultaneously reminded you of your place in the world at the top of society, a burden that followed you like a shadow.

"Bucky and I wanted a small wedding. Only family and close friends, but a Stark and a Barnes must have an extravagant wedding. Event of the year, right?"

Agatha sighed sympathetically. It wasn't the first time your father had overlooked your wishes to favor the more socially appealing action to enhance the family's public perception and reputation. She'd seen the faux smiles each time.

"Unfortunately," Agatha replied. "But it's still your wedding. Make the most out of it. After all, you only get married once."

"Once? I could end up divorcing and remarrying," you joked with a smile as you turned back toward her.

"Perhaps, but I doubt it."

"Me too," you agreed, returning to your daily paper as you considered your future with Bucky.

Given the nature of your actual relationship, it is an unconventional union, yet you could not envision marrying anyone else. Once upon a time, you dreamed of finding love, but it crashed with continuous disappointment. You remember the first time it happened at just sixteen as you overheard a conversation between your then-boyfriend and a so-called friend. He pushed her against the wall, and she let him despite acting reluctant.

"You're dating, Y/N," she said.

"Yeah, so? We all know I'm not dating her for her personality. The only interesting thing about her is her money," he responded, kissing her neck, and she chuckled before pulling him into a kiss.

Bucky snuck into your room that night, holding you in his after a distressed call. You had done the same for him the night he had confessed his sexuality to you a year later. It wasn't something you had considered before despite admiring multiple women. You had always assumed you would marry a man, but as Bucky confessed, something clicked. From then on, it was something that brought you closer together, protecting eachother.

Your families could medal all they wanted; all that mattered was that you would spend the rest of your life with a man you loved. Yes, not romantic love, but a love that made you both happy.

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Today was not Wanda Maximoff's day.

Despite triple-checking her alarm the night before, the phone had not rang. The damn thing had automatically updated overnight and disabled her alarm. Wanda would have slept through half the day if not for her roommate. Now, Wanda found herself frantically rushing through her apartment with a toothbrush in her mouth and a singular high heel in her left hand. The corners of her blouse were untucked from the navy blue pencil skirt as she turned down the apartment in search of the other heel.

She felt her insides turning, anxiety filling her body the longer she scrambled around without success. I can't screw this up, Wanda thought, feeling her eyes burn with unshed tears. She had worked so hard for this opportunity. At 23, Wanda accomplished her dream and graduated with a business degree. Eager to put her degree to use, Wanda applied for various positions. Yet, she soon came to a crushing realization. No one wanted to hire a recently graduated student with no experience in the field. An entry-level position actually meant, "Do you have ten years of experience in the field?"

Wanda settled for jobs unrelated to her expertise, jumping from secretarial jobs at sales companies. What else could she do? Her family lived across the country, and she had expenses to pay. Wanda needed a job.

Throughout the years, she tried applying for better jobs but continued to be rejected. The one time she got a job offer, it came from a pervy man, and Wanda would rather not. On the verge of abandoning her quest, Wanda found her saving grace late at night at a bar when she collided with a stranger—a redhead beauty with striking green eyes and a witty tongue—on the dance floor. They quickly struck up a conversation trading numbers at the end of the night.

Three years into their friendship, Natasha's girlfriend had gotten Wanda an interview with the most prominent technological company—an assistant job, but a start into something bigger. Wanda was sure she would be able to demonstrate her capabilities and earn a better position.

Wanda's panic was warranted, considering her future depended on making a good impression, and running late was not a good start.

"Darcy, have you seen my heels?" Wanda called out in a muffled voice, trying to keep in the paste.

"What?" her roommate yelled back from her room.

Wanda rolled her eyes and spit out the paste. "My heels."

"Oh, yeah." She heard scuffling from the room next door before Darcy appeared with the missing pair. Wanda sighed in relief, hugging the shoe to her chest, and fixed Darcy with a glare.

"I've been losing my mind trying to fucking find this heel, and you had it all this time?" Wanda accused.

Darcy stepped back and lifted her hands in defense of Wanda's accusations. "First off, you dropped them in my room the last time you passed out drunk in there, and second, you have others!" She noted as if it weren't obvious.

Wanda rolled her eyes and lifted the heels in one hand. "Well, I wanted these," she countered, annoyance lacing her tone.

"Wanda, calm down. Take a breath." Darcy inhaled deeply and then released the air, instructing Wanda to do the same, and she complied. "I understand this interview is important, but you cannot let the nerves interfere with your composure. Wanda Maximoff is strong, confident, and composed, so be it."

Wanda nodded, clutching her bottom lip between her pearly teeth and staring at the floor. She dropped her shoulders, dissipating all the accumulated muscle tension.

"You're right. I need to calm down." She lifted her gaze, eyes crinkled full of remorse for her outburst. "I'm sorry about—"

"Hey, don't sweat it," Darcy patted Wanda's shoulder as she walked past her on her way out. She turned her head as she opened the door. "I'll be home late. Jane's working me to the bones, but text me how it goes."

"I will," Wanda yelled, less anxious.

Though she would occasionally peek at the ticking clock, she continued getting ready without a hitch, applying her makeup and styling her brown locks.

Wanda left the apartment with forty minutes to spare and arrived at Stark Industries with five. Exiting her Uber, she could only gawk at the massive tower, eyes twinkling in hope as she imagined her future at the company.

Wanda confidently strode into the vast entrance area, her eyes scanning every inch of the space. The high ceiling and grandiose decor made her feel small and unimportant, and her anxiety returned to full force as she stopped before the reception desk. belonging

"Hello," Wanda called, fidgeting with the bag strap perched on her shoulder as she checked the time on her phone. Three minutes. The blonde lifted her gaze from the monitor, staring at Wanda expectantly. "I'm here for an interview. I'm Wanda Wanda Maximoff."

The blonde woman hummed while obnoxiously chewing on her gum. "What department?" she asked in a flat tone.

Could she be any more unprofessional? Wanda thought, on the verge of rolling her eyes; if this was the bar for working at Stark Industries, then she certainly had a chance.

"Oh, um, it's a personal assistant position," Wanda answered, retaining her composure.

"Just a moment." The woman picked up the phone, and Wanda rocked on her heels, impatiently glancing around.

She took better notice of her surroundings: the orchid vases settled on the reception desk and the rectangular tinted window behind it, which Wanda assumed was used by security. Slightly to the right, glass double doors flanked by rose pots led further into the building. The high ceiling measured up to three floors, and in between the second and third floor, rectangular glass windows lined the corridor every so many feet, giving a view of the lobby. The place exuded life as people entered and exited. She couldn't wait to see what other wonders this place had for her.

Wanda became too entranced and startled when the receptionist called her name. She turned with a flushed face and felt glad when the blonde woman did not look at her but instead gave her directions while staring at her computer screen. Without a second thought, Wanda rushed to the elevator, nearly bumping into the exiting bodies. She focused on the digital screen, which displayed the floor number as the elevator ascended: five, ten, twenty, and the count when on. The brunette could not stop tapping her foot as it halted to let people in or out. She had to go before it became too late.

As soon as the elevator opened, Wanda rushed through the hall, following the receptionist's instructions, going past cubicles and small offices. Already late, she thought as she came upon a vacant "L" shaped desk separated from the others, giving a cue to the importance of the occupant. Her eyes settled on the giant Stark Industries logo behind the desk, desperately trying to quell her apprehension at the lack of activity—no one to greet her as the receptionist had promised.

Busy leveling her heavy breathing from nearly running, Wanda did not notice a figure approaching from an adjoining room to the side. "Ms. Maximoff, I presume," called a voice from behind. Wanda turned quickly, feeling the muscles in her neck protest at the action. Her gaze was met with an elegantly dressed and stunning dark-haired woman. Though she seemed older than herself, Wanda thought it only amplified her beauty.

"Yes, that would be me," she rubbed her hand against her skirt, wiping the forming sweat. "I sincerely apologize for my belatedness. Getting here was a hassle, but I promise it's a one-time-only problem," Wanda hastily excused.

"Oh, don't apologize." The woman waved off dismissively. "We've all been there before."

At her words, Wanda could breathe freely for the first time since arriving at the building.

"Thank you..." she drew out, scrunching her brows, waiting for the woman to say her name.

"Agatha Harkness, sweetheart," she replied, extending her hand in greeting. Wanda blushed at the term as she shook the older woman's hand. "I'm Ms. Starks' assistant. I'll be conducting your interview today. Oh, don't look so glum," Agatha joked, noticing Wanda's apprehension at the mention of being the interviewer.

"Oh, I'm sorry!" Wanda cried. Already making a bad impression, she thought. "I didn't mean to—"

Agatha gave a belly laugh, silencing Wanda in the middle of her sentence. "Oh, I'm joshing with you. You have nothing to worry about, dear. Let's go into the conference room. We can continue there," Agatha said with a smile that crinkled her eyes, and Wanda felt momentarily hypnotized by the sight.

Agatha led Wanda into a room with a large oval table from the left. She was surprised she hadn't seen Agatha before, considering the only thing separating the two areas was thin glass walls.

As the interview progressed, Wanda could not help but feel foolish for overthinking. While Agatha asked her the typical questions, she occasionally diverted from the subject, joking around and talking about herself, which eased Wanda's nerves.

They were going on about Agatha's college days when she gasped in delight as she looked through the glass panel. "Oh, look dear," Agatha instructed, nodding, and Wanda turned in her seat, her sight resting on a woman.

She couldn't make out the woman's features as her back was turned, so she let her eyes roam over the expensive-looking gray suit. The attire perfectly hugged her figure, and the confident aura surrounding the woman entranced observers. She ran a hand through her hair as the other held a phone to her ear, looking down at something on Agatha's desk. As the stranger pulled her hair out of her face, Wanda caught a glimpse of the woman's features. A jolt coursed through her body, and her face reddened at the sight. Attractive, she's so damn attractive, Wanda mused, eyes settling on the woman's exposed neck as she looked upward in apparent desperation. Wanda couldn't help fall for the enchantment of her imposing beauty and authority.

"That's Ms. Stark," Agatha informed from her side, recalling her attention. "Intimidating, I know, but looks can be deceiving. Y/N's a real sweetheart... most of the time," she chuckled fondly, peering at the figure crossing the wooden office doors. Wanda gave a forced smile, mind racing at her strange reaction. "Anyhow, I've kept you here long enough, dear. I'm sure you have better things to do than hear me rant about how I joined a witch coven in college. I'll talk with Ms. Stark and let you know when a decision is made."

"Oh, okay," Wanda stood from her seat. It was a pleasure meeting you, Ms. Harkness."

"All, mine, dear."

When Wanda walked out of Stark Industries, her mind screamed three things: Thank God it's over; I think I did well; and OMG, did I check my possibly future boss out?

When Natasha mentioned she would be working with a Stark, she assumed it would be Tony, the oldest Stark child. Not the magnate's youngest daughter, who seemed to receive the least media coverage.

Wanda doesn't think she had heard her name before Agatha's mention. Y/N, even her name, is beautiful, Wanda mused, walking down the streets of New York.

You released a heavy sigh, slumping in your office chair, and closed your eyes, vexed after your ten-minute conversation with Justin Hammer. The Hammer Industries CEO called you after receiving your refusal to collaborate with said company. Not without a few stipulations, he continued to object to. You were tired of his persistent demands.

A soft knock reverberated through the room before the door opened, and Agatha entered with a sympathetic smile.

"Rough call?"

"Yup," you responded, rubbing your temples. "Justin Hammer. I'm letting Tony handle it next time."

"Hopefully, nobody gets hurt," Agatha said, and you cracked a smile.

"Hopefully, Tony lands a few good punches. I'm tired of that prick's face," you jested, imagining Justin Hammer sprawled on the floor with a broken nose. You bit your lip, suppressing a laugh as Agatha placed a few folders on your desk. "What are these?" You opened the first one, only to find a picture of a blonde woman and a few documents behind.

"Oh, resumes of the girls I interviewed. I thought I'd let you take a look."

"Hhm, that won't be necessary. I trust your judgment." You closed the folder, pushing the stack. "I'm sure I'll be content with whoever you choose, Aggie."

"Alrighty! Then, I'm happy to inform you I've made my decision."

You quirked an eyebrow, resting your chin on your clasped hands. "Have you now? Who's the lucky candidate?"

"Wanda Maximoff. You might have seen her in the conference room when you returned."

our

You furrowed your eyebrows, humming as you rested back on the chair. You did catch sight of Agatha with another woman, yet it was only for a second. Too entrapped by frustration, you failed to take any actual notice of the woman.

"Her file's the last one in the stack if you want to look at it," Agatha suggested at your lack of response.

"Later. Let's prepare for the conference call with Stark Fujikawa."

Later never came. The file remained unopened while you went on with your obligations.

Taglist: @sgm616 @xxsekhmet

[flemingsfreckles]

Dress

Jessie Fleming x Reader

Synopsis: inspired off the song Dress by Taylor Swift (normally not a big TS fan but this song gives off such gay/secret relationship vibes)

Warnings: suggestive, language

WC: 2.3k

A/N: pretend Jessie is still at Chelsea for the sake of this 🙃 also ignore Niamh in the photo, there’s like only 2 photos of Jessie in that button up outfit and I’ve used the other one already, despite the fact that yall want a Niamh x Jessie x Reader fic, this is not it.

Your eyes scanned the room filled with your teammates in search of the brown hair and brown eyed Canadian you were trying to find and yet trying to avoid coming into direct contact with.

In your second scan of the crowded room, you find her across the way, speaking with some of your other teammates.

You watch as Jessie’s eyes catch yours, before they widen and trail downward, taking in your whole body. As her eyes admire you, you watch her suck in a large breath, her eyebrows raised, cheeks puffed out as she slowly releases the air in her lungs. She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth. She gives you a small and slow nod when her eyes meet yours again.

You had succeeded.

You knew she wanted you to rush over to her, to say hello, give her a hug, whisper something for just the two of you in her ear, so you did the opposite.

You found Millie first, giving her a hug, she gushed over your dress. You chatted with her for a bit, glancing around the room occasionally, noticing Jessie’s eyes always meeting yours. She was watching you intensely, just what you had hoped.

You were quickly interrupted by Guro, Erin, and Sam all making their way over, drinks in their hands. The three greeted you, all making comments that they were shocked by your dress, in a good way of course. It felt weird having your teammates gush over your appearance, you had been dressed up around them before but usually opted for a blazer, pantsuit, never before a dress.

Wanting to tease Jessie more, you continue making your rounds, avoiding the area of the room where she and Niamh stood. You took the occasional glance in their direction, Jessie’s eyes always looking over Niamh's shoulder and at you. You felt like prey being hunted by her intense gaze. You talk with Aggie and Maika, a couple of the assistant coaches, dragging out the conversations, keeping Jessie waiting for you. When you had finally said hello to everyone that had already arrived except Jessie, you decided it was time to put the poor girl out of her misery.

You finally make your way over to Jessie. She’s staring you down as you approach her, her eyes locked on your body.

“Hi Jess.” You lean in giving her a hug and she gives you a peck on the cheek. It’s casual, quick, and boring to the outside world. But the way you slid your hand down to the small of her back and the way she let her lips linger on your cheek for an extra second, was not casual.

When you pulled away from her you kept your hand on the small of her back, turning so the two of you were shoulder to shoulder as if you were standing before a game for the anthems.

“You look,” she lets out a sigh that tells you everything you needed to know, “you look fantastic.”

“Thanks. Actually funny enough, I was told if I always dressed like this, maybe I wouldn’t be single.” You say it as a joke, Jessie doesn’t take it as one.

“You’re not single.” The Canadian leans in to grumble into your ear, clearly not a fan of the thought of you being available.

“Oh I’m not? I don’t recall anyone asking me to be in a relationship.” You pat her back softly, letting your fingers just barely dance into the waistband of her pants.

You and Jessie had been seeing each other as more than friends for a couple weeks now. It had started as innocent coffee trips, those trips quickly became more formal coffee dates, those dates turned into spending the afternoons and evenings at each others places, which led to just three weeks ago, you straddling the Canadian on her couch, your fingers in her hair and her hands around your waist as the two of you kissed for the first time. You hadn’t yet put any form of label on it, but you continued seeing each other, the romantic and sexual tension very much still alive between the two of you.

“I don’t like how they’re staring.” You can feel the jealousy radiating off of Jessie. She’s looking out across the room to all your teammates. It was weird, the new attention you were getting. You knew none of your teammates meant it in a way of making you uncomfortable and you knew that, it was just different seeing them surprised by your outfit.

“No need to be jealous, Fleming.” You say to her before leaning in close again to whisper in her ear as she takes a sip of the beer in her hand. “Just remember I bought this dress thinking about only you taking it off my body tonight.” That gets Jessie’s attention, her eyes widen and she’s sent into a coughing fit choking on her drink. Your comment is said half as an invitation, half as a statement. The two of you had made out plenty in your three week escapades, but not getting any further than you did only four days ago in her apartment after training.

You had been making out against the hallway of her apartment when Jessie had picked you up, your legs around her waist as she carried you into her bedroom. She had quickly discarded your training top, kissing down your neck before removing your bra and starting to harshly suck dark red marks across your chest. You had removed her shirt and just as she leaned down to trail kisses down your stomach her phone rang. A FaceTime call from her sister. She had apologized profusely as she threw your shirt back to you as she donned her own. You weren’t upset, you had been the one who insisted she answer the call. However the interaction left you incredibly sexually frustrated for the next few days, giving you the brilliant idea of the dress.

You were already in need of an outfit for the banquet, leading you to be wandering around the store. You had texted Fran, Niamh, and a few other teammates to see what they were wearing. You walked in circles looking at jackets and pants, shirts, nothing seemed to pull your interest until you found yourself in the gown and dress section. The black dress you had bought was on display, it caught your eye. It was a tight, yet tasteful black dress, more than appropriate for the occasion and yet perfect to make Jessie have the opposite of appropriate thought.

Sneaking around with her had been fun, the quick glances in the locker room, the extra second you two spent looking at each other after Jessie had ended up with her body pressed on top of you after you tackled her a little too hard at training, the way she’d give your hand an extra squeeze when you’d high-five after games, all the subtle moments of your relationship happening right in front of everyone’s eyes, without anyone knowing at all.

Those red marks she had made on your skin the other day were now golden bruises across your chest, an arousing reminder of your evening when you got dressed this afternoon. You were thankful they weren’t visible in the lower cut neckline of the dress. You took one last look in the mirror before you left to come to the banquet. You couldn’t help but smirk at yourself, you wanted to drive Jessie crazy, make her stare, make her blush, make her squirm in her seat while she tried to keep your teammates oblivious to your situationship, this dress was going to be perfect for that job.

“We should go mingle.” You say, dropping your hand from Jessie’s back, a few more members of the staff had arrived, you wanted to say hello. Jessie just lets out a dissatisfied grumble. “I’ll see you in a bit.” You say to her as you walk away. You only get a few steps before you turn back, delighted by the sight. Jessie’s eyes had been fixated on your ass, she only looked away when she noticed you turned around catching her behavior. Her face flushed slightly and you gave her a quick wink before turning and moving to the other side of the room.

The seating at dinner was beyond your control but whoever was in charge of it did you a huge favor, sitting you right next to Jessie. You wander around looking for your name, finding it on the little place card, you take a lap looking at the rest of the names on the table before you come back reading the final name on the table for the seat to your left. You almost let out a laugh as you read Jessie’s name. This would be fun.

Dinner starts innocently enough. Plenty of conversation to keep both you and Jessie thinking about other things than the tension between you. It’s only once everyone starts eating, conversation slows and it becomes increasingly obvious how close you’re sat to her.

As you finish up your meal and speeches begin to start, you feel a weight on your lap. Jessie’s hand, under the tablecloth, resting on your upper thigh. She gently squeezes and you’re thankful that no one is seated directly behind your table, meaning no one sees how you move your leg outward to encourage her touch.

You let her touch your thigh, rubbing your skin through the dress for a couple minutes before you promptly stand up, excusing yourself to the table, saying you had to use the restroom and you’d be back. As you walk away you can’t help but turn back giving a look at Jessie, whose eyes were again watching you walk away.

You head to the bathroom, half because you had to use it and half because you wanted to see if Jessie would follow. You get your answer when you open the door from the stall to go wash your hands and Jessie is standing, arms crossed leaning against the wall. You take a moment to take in her stature, you had been so focused on her reaction to your own dress that you didn’t fully appreciate her appearance yet. She looked good, her dark dress pants tight in all the right places, her blazer hugging her shoulders, even if she didn’t intend it, her outfit was having an effect on you.

“You’re a tease.” She says, watching you again like prey as you walk over to the sink.

“I’m not sure I know what you mean.” You say, putting soap on your hands. “I’m not doing anything.” You give her an innocent smile through the mirror.

Sick of your behavior Jessie comes up behind you, her front flush to your back, pushing you slightly into the countertop. Her hands find your sides, just under your armpits. “You did this.” She lets her hands run down your sides and over the curve of your hips. “You chose this dress, you chose to tell me that you want me to take it off, you know exactly what you’re doing.”

“And it’s working?” You give her a cocky smile as you move away from her grasp to dry your hands and turn the water off.

“God, yes it’s working, you already get me worked up in regular clothes, but then this dress…” her voice trails off as she again takes the time to look over your body, head to toe, appreciating your dress. She bites her lip momentarily, walking up to you again. She leans into you, putting her lips quickly to your neck, giving you a soft kiss, then another just below your ear before she brings her lips to your ear and whispers. “You're driving me insane. I wish I had just ignored the call and fucked you instead the other day.”

You hum in agreement, you also wished she had just fucked you then and there. “But this is more fun.” You give her a raise of your eyebrows.

“You’re coming home with me.” She says as she leans back from you, still only inches from each other.

“I will, if you can be good the rest of the night.” You were going to give in and let her take you home no matter what, but you wanted to keep your evening of teasing and fun going for a little bit longer.

“I’ve been good!” She protests.

“I dunno Jessie, hand under the table isn’t what I would consider behaving.” You let your own hand drag on her thigh, mimicking her touch from earlier. You can feel her push her thigh into your hand desperately.

“I could’ve done worse.”

Returning her teasing from earlier you lean into her now, placing an open mouth kiss to her neck before whispering into her ear. “Behave for the rest of the night and I’ll let you do your worst to me later.”

You watch Jessie’s mouth fall open slightly as you pull back. Her stare intensifies on you, pupils wide. Knowing she was lost in her own dirty thoughts you take the opportunity to step away from her and open the bathroom door.

You turn back to look at Jessie, her mouth still agape, eyes locked on you. “Come on, only a few more hours of this banquet and then you can make those dirty thoughts you just had about me a reality.”

[pixiesfz]

sorry I haven’t been posting much guys I have been MAJOR busy

first meet n.c x reader

plot: how you first met your girlfriend

warning: none

Niamh sighed as she sat down next to Emma, bored out of her mind.

Just one more interview she told herself as she got comfortable in her seat.

She hated interviews with Emma, they always just asked her questions and it left her with nothing to do but just look around.

Plus Jessie had left recently and she was still trying to get used to it.

Sure she still had Z but she’s usually on the other side of the field.

The interview started and Niamh gave her fake smiles to the men and women around her before Emma started off.

She started answering questions about transfers and Sams injury and how it might cost the team but Niamh wasn’t really paying attention.

It wasn’t until you called her name.

“This question is actually for Niamh” you raised your voice whilst Niamh was looking at her microphone, her head snapping up at the sound of her name, only to be met by the most beautiful girl she had ever seen.

“Oh” she said out of realisation that everyone had been looking at her, causing a genuine laugh out of Emma.

“Tik Tok will love this” she joked lightly, gathering a chuckle out of the room as Niamh still looked at you.

She shook her head to shake any thoughts away before she smiled “uhm ask away”

You smiled before asking “How do you feel about the media’s response of the recent departure of a good friend of yours Jessie Fleming?”

Niamh could answer the question in her sleep but with your eyes staring at her she found herself stuttering “I uhm- I find that the media is correct in the way that I uhm- that I will miss one of my very good friends but I wish her the absolute best in Portland and now we share a number so uhm- that’s uhm- good”.

Niamh was blushing bright red by the time she finished her answer, she wasn’t even sure if it made any sense. Emma, next to her was trying hard not to laugh at one of her players and the fact that it was very obvious that she was nervous by you.

“thank you Niamh” you smiled and wrote down in your notepad

“Thank you” Niamh repeated before realising her mistake “I mean you’re welcome” she quickly corrected herself and decided she wanted to swallow herself whole as she saw you laugh.

“I think that’s enough” a man said from the back and Niamh had never been so grateful for that man in her entire life as she got out of her seat quickly and walked out.

Getting the answers you needed you tucked your notebook away and stood up yourself to leave, a small blush on your face as you looked back onto your interaction.

Emma wasn’t wrong when she said that Tik Tok would love the interview as screenshots were taken and Niamh’s nervous answer became popular on many platforms.

And very popular in the changing rooms.

“I have never seen you stutter so much” Guro laughed at her as Erin recreated it “You don’t get it” Niamh responded as she thought back to it.

“Caught lacking” Same yelled from the other end of the room

“I’ve heard enough from Jessie” she said, throwing her head back as she remembered her Canadian friend going through the trouble to make the video into a gif and constantly sending it to her as a meme.

“Did you at least get her number?” Aggie asked, now interested in the conversation

“What?” Niamh said “no I was so embarrassed I went straight home”

Guro dropped her mouth open “You didn’t get her number!”

Niamh winced “no…should I have?”

A loud chorus’s of “yes” followed.

“Oh”

The next time you appeared was after the national break and you had been chosen to interview on the pitch this time for one on one time with the players.

As Chelsea won on their home ground with their opponents having to wear their own socks it was a very lovely stadium, filled with Chelsea blue.

When you walked onto the pitch with a microphone and a camera man behind you Niamh’s mouth dropped.

“You’re catching fly’s Charles” Sam laughed at her friend before she followed her eyesight “who is it?”

“That’s- girl- girl interview”

“Holy shit!” Sam realised, somehow getting her friends horrid sentence “go ask for her number!”

Niamh looked at her friend in horror “no!”

“yes!”

“No!”

“No!”

“Yes!”

Sam laughed at her victory as Niamh groaned “she’s coming over anyway” Sam pointed out and the English player immediately went red.

“Hi, do you mind if we do an interview with the captain?” You asked and Sam nodded “absolutely”. and walked off.

“Nice to now have an actual conversation” you started as your camera man set up “uhm yeah”

You started your interview quickly after as Niamh took her time answering, having to stop herself from just looking at you the entire time which she failed at

When the camera turned off you smiled at Niamh who stood still, fidgeting with her hands as she looked up at you with her blue eyes.

You weren’t an idiot, you had seen Niamh in interviews and she had been a lot less fidgety and a lot more better with her words, and also her Scottish teammate had dm’d you a video of her gushing about a ‘pretty journalist’.

So you blushed before opening your mouth.

“Do you have something you want to ask me?”

[uwmspeccoll]

Steamy Saturday

". . . it was sinful and dirty to fool with girls, no one said anything about fooling with boys."

"Boys were different, and they could be a heck of a lot of fun."

"Dur Jeffers had his first homosexual experience in a haymow with a neighbor boy. . . ."

"It was an entirely natural and pleasant solution of a fundamental desire."

From the title, we thought this pulp romance was going to be about steam among gay veterans, but it's not. It's about gay veterinarians! Seriously.

In Gay Vets by Ross Hossannah, published in Union City, N.J. by Star News Co. in 1965, the main character Dur Jeffers is just a country farm boy who goes off to Ag School to become a veterinarian because "a man had to get ahead in the world." He starts living with the Dean's permissive family and their gay nephew Tom Ivors. Things get steamy until Tom graduates and is off to a job in "Moccasin County." Along the way there are a lot of down-home farming innuendos. With Tom leaving, he assures the sullen Dur that "I'll be home on weekends. . . . This not the end of the world -- unless you take a tenant to farm the south forty." Later, Tom jokes, "I forget whether I should take the truck or the tractor to the south forty."

"Better take the combine. The wheat's ripe and ready for harvest."

"You can shuck the corn while I'm gone," Tom said.

Unfortunately, Dur will have to do a lot of shucking, because sadly Tom dies in a highway accident coming home. Dur eventually graduates, but instead of taking a steady job, he decides to hit the road and wander. Along the way, he hooks up with fellow Aggie Terry Sullivan and Dur takes him under his wing . . . in more ways than one. Still, there's a whole, whole lot of detailed veterinarian-ing going on, which is a bit distracting. There's also an interesting interlude about race prejudice.

Dur and Terry go on several wacky veterinary adventures, but Dur cannot bring himself to commit, so Terry eventually leaves. Dur begrudgingly settles down to run an animal hospital, with several more weird veterinary adventures. But eventually, Terry returns, they make up, Dur dumps the hospital, and in the end they're off on the road again as the itinerant Gay Vets!

We don't know a whole lot about the author, but we do know that Ross Hossannah is one of several pseudonyms used by gay pulp fiction writer James H. Ramp.

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[kentocee]

Them as your boyfriend • JJK Men HCs • (FLUFF)

Characters: Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Toji

CW: none just pure fluff and a bit of humor

Cee’s Note: My first JJK hc 🤭 hope y’all enjoy

Gojo

He is so aggy 😭

He loves to tease you

Only bc he finds your pouting so adorable ssgddj

He gonna hit you with a “Aw you mad?” 😛

Tchhh…such a smug bastard 😒

But he’s so sweet and thoughtful

VERY clingy! I’m talking attached to your hip

Shows his affection by always having his arm around you or holding your hand

The type to squish your cheeks with the palm of his hands and slam his lips against yours bc he can 🤭

Geto

If we talkin before he lost his mind 😭 he’s a very subtle lover

He’s not as in your face as Gojo but still enjoys quality time together

Even if it’s just you two in silence focusing on separate things, he feels comfort just from your presence 🥺

Very attentive to your feelings and things you like

Remembering little things that will make your day

As far as PDA, he won’t do it often unless it’s like a quick peck or holding hands

But in private he’s like a pet already curling up to you in bed, wrapping his arms around you

Nanami

UGHH a MAN 😮‍💨

I’m talking a QUALITY MAN

Will make sure you are taken cared of

Very much an acts of service type lover

Will give you the world if he could

Cares about your well being more than his 😭

If you were to take care of him for a change it will catch him off guard but he’d appreciate it so much 🥺

Not much of a PDA person but he is very chivalrous

I’m talking proper gentleman that will open doors for you and give you his blazer if you’re cold

WHEWWWW

Toji

Oh you into the bad boys huh?👀

I think like geto his affection would be very subtle

I’m talkin microscopic 😭

Not big on words of affirmation but shows his love for you through actions

If you ever needed him to do something for you, he will do it

No matter what it is, mans will commit crimes for you if you asked him too sgdjdj

Don’t let his hard exterior fool you, mans is lowkey a little shit sgshssgsh

He’ll make sly jokes and will smirk at your reaction

As far as PDA, he doesn’t usually do it but if he feels like someone is checking you out or trying to make a move on you, his tongue is down your throat in seconds 😭

[unhappy-day-in-hell]

The Dissection of Hazbin Hotel, Episode One: part 4

Onto the end part, Charlie meeting with the angels and... Vaggie's advertisement.

Let's finish this!

Part 1:

Part 2:

Part 3:

Part 4: //

--Uh. The fuck is this building and why is it in Hell? Are we not going to explain? (Trick question, there’s already so much exposition that it wraps right back around to leaving us in the dark!!)

--Ohhh. That's Adam’s voice? Someone as important as him does not sound like that.

...Stupid thought I just had: Adam has the first Adam's Apple in all of history too... because it's that little saying, that Adam got a piece of the forbidden fruit stuck in his throat to remind him of eating it. So Adam, really, should either sound like he's constantly choking on something/has a stuffed up scratchy throat, or he should have a super deep voice to indicate his adam's apple.

--Heck is wrong with your mouth girl?

--B Plot is them filming an advertisement. I know I tried to re-write this in the review earlier (and will offer an alternative near the end of the review), but this is the kind of smaller-time plot we need to do in these early episodes BEFORE we get to Charlie's stuff. It's not very good tonal whiplash to pair these two plots up.

Also Vaggie’s doing this on Charlie’s behalf. This is, once again, something Charlie should be doing.

--Why doesn’t Charlie know the leader of the Exterminators is Adam? Does that mean she doesn’t know anything important about her world in general? Or is Adam’s presence a secret to the world? Does Lucifer know Adam is here?

--Good god, Adam really IS just Mammon. He's even a performer who is like a rockstar. Viv has zero new ideas.

--We're cutting between Charlie’s "important" meeting with Adam and the filming for the advertisement. We really are. I guess this episode and Western Energy spring from the same source.

--“How were you this weekend” is at least a little amusing. If Adam was more airheaded like that and not *gestures* all this, I’d probably hate his presence less.

--There it is. The Vagina joke for Vaggie’s name. They… they really did that. They just couldn’t help themselves. Viv just can’t help herself.

Because really, what are you supposed to do with this name? People having to say “Vaggie” out loud or print it on merch is embarrassing. They could have called her anything. Maggie. Aggie. Naggie. Saggy. Haggy.

--Vaggie: We’ll fix it in post. Angel: Do you even know what that means?

Well you see Angel! Vaggie’s origin can be split!

For a long time, Vaggie was thought to be a sinner who died very recently, so of course she’d know about editing, because she had grown up in the era of that kind of tech.

Except now she’s been changed to be a fallen exterminator! This means there are a lot of implications. Are we going to use this moment to hint how ANCIENT Vaggie is as a former angel, by showing her as not knowing how to work technology? No, no of course not -- Vaggie seems competent with the camera, it’s just that her actors are dumb fucks.

This criticism spreads over to Adam, who talks just like a “normal guy” and he’s a modern rocker and all that shit. Adam, the first human, who is incomprehensibly ancient… doesn’t show any signs of being as ancient as he is. They couldn't even write him using outdated slang? Make him a disco lover or something and have him say "Groovy?" No? (He IS a thing made of light, he could shine like a disco ball!)

--Vaggie: I’LL FIGURE IT OUT.

Godddd Vaggie can’t have one single line with any life in it. How does she scream in anger with no anger.

--Hi Al. This shot reminds me of why I used to like you, because I DID like your design and your mannerisms once upon a time. I still feel an echo of the enjoyment I used to get from you, and it makes me sad how far you’ve fallen, to being Rosie’s lapdog. You do look good with this muted blue tinting your color scheme. I wish Hell was more of this color, it’s much softer on the eyes.

(Even when I was still a fan, I hated how overused red was. It was one of the first complaints I had. Then the show doubled down and removed even more of the colors from the color pallet to make it even redder.)

--Vaggie to Alastor: Why are you even here? Alastor: For the entertainment!

Actually you’re here because LilithRosie asked you to. She filed down your fangs. You are a toothless character.

--Alastor: I came here because I love seeing wasteful souls struggle to accomplish something meaningful and fail spectacularly!

This is almost exactly a line from the Pilot where Alastor said “I want to watch the scum of the world struggle to climb up the hill of betterment! Only to repeatedly trip, and tumble down to the fiery pit of failure." Except it just. Lacks. Any of the danger. Or the manic insanity boiling just under Alastor’s surface. The delivery is so deflated.

The words are stilted, like they were with Vaggie a while back.

--Much better qualified people than I have spoken about the use of vodou symbols around Alastor. All I can say is this: Practitioners of vodou have spoken about how harmful it is, and therefore, the symbols should not be in the show. It's that simple. It would have cost the team literally nothing to refrain from using them. In fact, we’re in Hell, and we’ve already used the Ars Goetia in Helluva Boss; why don’t they use the symbols of the Ars Goetia? Or other demonic Christian symbols? Or Lovecraftian symbols from the fictional Lovecraft universe? Or make up their own??? There were a million other options besides digging in your heels. It shows the crew and Viv’s inability to just learn or just be nice.

“This face was made for radio!” that shot, bleck, they made a discount of that scary shot from the pilot. Why is every line they reuse for Alastor worse than it was in the pilot? The pilot where Alastor said “I would have done so already” let Alastor be a little aggressive and threatening, but here, it's just him equating it to “this face can’t be captured on video” instead of him being allowed to flex his power and scare Vaggie and Charlie a little bit….

It makes me sad.

--AND AGAIN, THIS IS VAGGIE HAVING THIS IMPORTANT CONVERSATION WITH ALASTOR. Why is it Vaggie who is getting Alastor’s motivation speech and seeing his Scary Face and not CHARLIE!? The Hotel is CHARLIE’S! Charlie is the main character, she’s the one who has to face these moral battles! Alastor’s motivation and his scorn for her Hotel are CHARLIE’S obstacles to deal with; she has to be the one to face them, consider them, debate them, and find a way to overcome them. But Vaggie is the one here, again, in Charlie’s place. (And Vaggie doesn’t even seem to have any enjoyment or passion for the Hotel either, so SHE doesn’t offer anything in return when she’s facing these opposing ideas.)

--So Alastor is going to make a good advertisement for the Hazbin Hotel, in exchange for never having to work with television ever again.

God, it’s so… WHINY. This isn’t a powerful Overlord of Hell, who is able to manipulate the Hotel behind the scenes and everyone has to watch out for his power because they both need his power but also fear it. This is a dude bargaining over what chores he has to do. It’s depressing.

--And it ends with Alastor giving everyone new outfits. Like the pilot. Because of course. Viv has no new ideas in her head at all. Also Charlie's not here.

--I feel like this scene COULD have been a standout moment in another universe, where someone else wrote this story. The colors are very nice, and Alastor is genuinely one of the only sources of ANYTHING you might consider fun in this episode, even if he’s a pale shadow of what he used to be.

Imagine this as a rewrite for this Episode, and how it could have ended:

At the beginning of the episode, the Hotel staff is still figuring things out. They have a meeting and decide they want to make an advertisement to get people to come to the Hotel, but Al refused to take part, because he hates TV. Charlie then tries to film her own advertisement with Vaggie’s help, but fails to make anything good.

As she starts feeling discouraged in the blue room while cutting up tapes, Alastor walks in to taunt her for a little while. After a back and forth where Charlie asks what he even wants here, he gives his motivation speech, so Charlie can have her goal challenged. But eventually, Charlie asks him to use his power to help her with this, by getting the word out to the people of Hell; and Al agrees, because an empty Hotel is no fun… in exchange for something Al wants: he’ll be allowed to observe any part of the Hotel and give commentary over it whenever he feels like it, and he’s allowed to say anything he wants, positive or negative. Charlie reluctantly agrees to these terms.

Then Alastor uses his power and creates a huge radio tower out of the back of the Hotel. The rest of the Crew feel the Hotel shaking and run outside, and watch in confusion as the tower reaches up into the sky. Al then floats up to the top room, where an old radio station is set up inside. Taking his seat in the booth, Alastor uses his power to broadcasts a spectacular old-timey radio show all across the radio waves of Hell, which are impossible for people to turn off, so it reaches millions of them.

(This also marks his grand return to Hell after his time away…… I guess. Since they're going with that.)

Boom, now Alastor has a radio tower that he hangs out in for the rest of the series, and he’s often giving SCATHING commentary about what goes on inside the Hotel in its quest for redemption. It’s usually making fun of everyone, or damning criticism -- but every so often he compliments something or someone, or gives a bravo for a job well done if a character does manage to accomplish something (but it's always with this HINT that he doesn’t expect their victory to last.)

There.

I provided a better hook for Episode One to end on, something fun to look at -- AND it has Alastor being in total control, while still helping the Hotel, but clearly primed to fuck with it. It also gives the show its first stakes -- small ones, but a status quo is established and we know Charlie will be butting heads with Alastor for the foreseeable future.

--Back with Adam and Charlie, it has become an argument that sinners have earned eternal damnation by making mistakes, and angels and the souls in heaven are not the same; and that angels have never made mistakes. Adam even says he’s never made a mistake.

Why doesn’t Charlie bring up the fact that Adam ate the fruit of knowledge that damned humanity, literally the first sin ever committed alongside Eve? Would that require too much thought, because Adam could just say “hey Eve was the one who did that, then she forced me!” and Charlie would have no rebuttal, because this show doesn’t seem to care about logical or moral battles. (Honestly, I can bet Viv would genuinely believe that for Adam.)

Why don’t they also bring up the fact that all human souls are descended from Adam too? It would force Adam to say: “yeah I don’t care, they may be my grandkids but they made their choice and as the original father it’s my job to whoop their asses when they get out of line,” which would show off how horrible he is. (Or, just not have Adam act this way. The next point elaborates on that:)

--I keep asking myself WHY Heaven and the angels have to be depicted this way. Not "why they’re corrupt" -- but why they’re *gestures vaguely* like this, and so cartoonishly.

Some shows take themselves too seriously and need to lighten up, but a show like Hazbin Hotel has the opposite problem, where it won’t be serious when it needs to be serious.

Adam acts exactly like a demon. There is no distinction between demons and angels. They’re as foul-mouthed, raunchy, and gross. Why?

Is it supposed to be “commentary” or “satire” about real world issues, where authority/radical Christians think they’re better than everyone else just by virtue of being Christian? That’s my first guess.

But just like with Helluva Boss’s commentary on cartoonishly evil abusers: it’s not saying anything we don’t already know, and it hits you with all the subtlety of a sledgehammer to the face.

When Hazbin uses Adam to say “See? Heaven is hypocritical! It does the exact same bad shit as Hell, but gives ITSELF a pass!” it makes Hazbin Hotel worse for it, because of how one-note it makes literally everything in the universe, and how it sacrifices any actual clever worldbuilding, storycrafting, or realism for the sake of shock value. 

Hazbin Hotel is supposed to have a serious storyline meant for adults. It was meant to explore a serious moral question, and the angels are supposed to be one of the serious threats that Charlie has to change the mind of. You want us to take your show SERIOUSLY? Then you need to make villains we can TAKE seriously.

Think of it like this. If Heaven was allowed to have a different personality from Hell (if angels were allowed to act differently than demons), you’d be so much better for it.

First of all, it would give the show variety. Hell already has all the sex jokes, curses, and gore you could ever ask for – that’s Hell’s atmosphere. So let Heaven have a different atmosphere -- let its people has "serious" personality traits. Let them take themselves TOO seriously. That way, there’s some variety when characters go from one place to the next.

Second of all, it would give you way more personality types to play around with! (How boring must it get, writing the same screaming, cursing, sex-spewing archetypes over and over?) AND it would let different temperaments clash! Imagine Angel Dust meeting an Exterminator; Angel Dust makes everything a joke, and the Exterminator takes everything way too seriously, aaaaaand their personalities slam into each other. Imagine the possibilities.

But we can’t have that.

We can’t have anything because Viv can’t let herself be sincere or think this far ahead.

Instead we’re just stuck with Adam, who is Mammon.

--Lute says Charlie was “pardoned by daddy”? Who?? Lucifer? If Lucifer has the ability to blacklist souls from being killed, why can’t he just tell the exterminators to fuck off? Or are they referring to “God” as daddy, for which, I thought they weren’t going to touch God in this show?

The dialogue for this show is confusing. There was clearly no editing or rewriting to make anything make sense.

In the old pilot continuity, only an angel of higher rank had the ability to kill Lucifer, which means the exterminators were unable to kill him. Charlie, as his daughter, was directly below him in power, meaning Charlie would also be immune to them because she's stronger than them. But here apparently she's weak enough that the exterminators not only COULD kill her if given the chance, they WANT to kill her but have to hold back by some... law.

--Another song. Okay.

My opinion is that Brightman is a good singer, and this song definitely has more going on than the first one did. So… not terrible… but there’s also something missing in these lyrics. The way the music flows isn’t interesting and it goes by so fast. And Adam’s voice isn’t grating or terrible to listen to, but his dumb rockstar voice just kind of clashes into Brightman’s singing voice every so often, and makes it sound weird to me.

I could do without.

--OOH LAWD SHE ABOUT TO GO OFF. (That meme will never stop being funny. The shot is so tame. She doesn't even get to do any flexing or anything?)

--They’ll be back in six months?? Oh right, ahem, ahem: We’re putting this into EPISODE ONE? (I’m getting tired of saying that.)

Side note: they better not blame Charlie for this one, or try to make it out like she did something to cause this. Because... She literally didn’t. She didn’t get a word in edge-wise. (If they blame Charlie for making Hell worse, not only is it another Potential Dramatic Plot Moment they waste here, where Charlie would legitimately do a fuckup and have to face the consequences of her actions and it’s Oooh Drama -- it’s also totally unearned here, because Charlie Didn’t Do Anything. Literally if this is supposed to be “Charlie’s Mistake”, she didn’t do anything to MAKE A MISTAKE. )

--Alastor: I pulled a few LIMBS too, Hah hah hah!

Now you sound dead Alastor. I miss your fast-paced deranged laughter.

--To hear Blitzo’s voice coming out of Katie. Not even for a joke. I just. Vomit.

--(Quick question, is it just me or does it feel WEIRD to see Hell freaking out about the exterminations happening sooner, the way it is now? I mean, it’s a bad thing of course – but at the same time, it’s 6 WHOLE months away. That’s still a very long time; it’s not like the angels said they’d be coming in 1 WEEK or anything.

And again, moving the Extermination up to the mid-point of the year COULD have been a good plot punch a few episodes in – if the show had established itself as having a one year time limit before the next extermination, for instance, and for the first season we watch the weeks or months go by. The cast think they’re safe because they always have more time; “the year isn’t even half over yet.” But THEN, Charlie fucks up a few months in, and suddenly the date of the extermination is moved up!! WE ONLY HAVE A MONTH LEFT!! SHOCK AND HORROR. THERE IS MUCH LESS TIME NOW. HOW CAN WE DO THIS IN TIME!? PANIC! STAKES! DRAMA.

Makes my poor writer heart sad.

Imagine if we lingered on the Exterminations for a while before all this, and we learn that every single year, it takes about 3 months worth of planning in order for Sinners to secure hiding spots away from the Angels (a play on the three big holidays, Halloween, Thanksgiving, and Christmas). This is CRITICAL for Sinner survival; those who can't or don't are the ones who die, and spots are so competitive that it takes all that time for anyone to secure themselves. So when Charlie fucks up midway through the year and causes the Extermination to be moved up to just 1 month away, NO ONE IS SAFE, and there isn't enough time for three months of prep, which is why everyone flips their ever-loving shit: they know they're going to die and now there's a hysterical scramble all throughout Hell trying to secure safe spots.

--The ending shot shows an exterminator dead, and the angels out for blood about it.

Again, ahem-hem: EPISODE ONE.

And now, the Exterminators don’t even feel threatening -- because we know they can be killed.

What made the angels scary, originally, is that they were virtually untouchable. Demons could not defeat them, and angels could kill any demon they wanted to by default. (Even Alastor seemed to be weaker than the angels.)

The angels should have been a looming, impossible-to-defeat threat (at least for a while). This would have given the story tension, because the audience would know the sinners stood no chance if they ran out of time or failed to convince the Angels – it was a battle of MORALITY. It was a challenge for sinners to prove to Heaven they were redeemable, because Heaven held all the power.

They de-clawed their villains in their introductory episode.

…

Do Adam and the Exterminators even HAVE the authority to enact a full genocide??? Wasn’t there a “council of Angel Elders” mentioned in the beginning? Aren’t the exterminators just assigned to this post, and meant to keep the population low??? Won’t they get in trouble for overstepping their bounds!? ARE WE GOING TO GET ANY EXPLANATION AS TO HOW THE HIERARCHY WORKS OR HOW HEAVEN WORKS FIRST!? BEFORE WE GET INTO THIS!?!?

AAAAAAAAAAAAND ~CURTAINS!~

………………………………………………………………………

And that was the end of Hazbin Hotel Episode One.

…

So! What have we learned here today?

My personal takeaway is that, even though it’s cathartic to see this all start to go down in flames, I still feel disappointed and frustrated because of how much time I invested in it, even defended it to other people for a time. I'm frustrated because none of it had to be this bad. Viv didn't have to be evil. There was promise and potential, once upon a time.

Quite frankly, we were lied to. The premise that everyone fell in love with was dumped in the trash. For over four years, we were told this would be a story about redeeming sinners -- that’s what fans put so much of their time and money into. But that premise was discarded immediately, in favor of a generic War Against Heaven. Viv LIED to us, knowing from the start that the redemption storyline was never going to go anywhere.  

I just wonder how many resources were wasted creating this, how many people Viv hurt, how many opportunities were handed to Viv that could have gone to anyone else more deserving of it.

There wasn’t a single worthwhile thing in this episode. A handful of individual shots here and there were passable, but nothing enough to sit through it. Abysmal animation, pacing, storytelling, dialogue, voices, songs; characters that were flat and unmemorable, or stripped of what made them unique.

Charlie wasn’t the main character in her own show -- Vaggie was the one dealing with the morality of the other characters. (And frankly, Charlie didn’t NEED to meet with Adam. It accomplished nothing. If the angels had already decided to do the extermination in 6 months; they could have just done it, they didn’t necessarily NEED to meet with Charlie to enact it.)

Somehow, Hazbin found a way to do everything wrong!

This show should be taken as a lesson on what not to as an artist. (Any kind of artist, really.) 

In my opinion, the greatest weakness of this show is its inability to write anything sincere.

(And there’s a difference between something having sincere emotion, and melodrama, which Viv dumps in boatloads in her writing.)

I won’t re-write it all, but I basically mean what happened with Adam and the angels, where they aren’t allowed to be any different from the demons. They aren’t allowed to be serious, wise, ancient; because Viv CAN’T write them as sincere. (But this also includes so many other aspects of this show and this world as a whole.)  

(And its genre doesn’t shield it. Hazbin Hotel is trying to tell a STORY, so it doesn’t get to hide behind the genre of being an “episodic adult comedy”. It HAS to follow the rules of storytelling, and when it doesn’t, it is failing.)

And Hazbin Hotel is just one giant failure.

With that, I’ll wrap this up. I think I’ve said all I want to.

I don’t know if I’ll review any other episodes like this (or, if they’ll be this long), because they get worse and worse; and Episode 4 is such a serious, disgusting episode that I don't know if it's even worth it -- but I REALLY wanted to get my thoughts down for this one.

If you read it all, thanks for sticking around! It was fun to rip it apart.

If you have any thoughts you want to add onto this, I’d love to hear!

[beetlekiss]

hey guys erm heres my aggie concept ramble Uuummm whatever you get ut Yeah !!!!!!! >_> this is gonna be rlly long and rambly so um Apologies but AUQUGH . WATEVERRR I HOPE YOU LIKE IT SQUEUAUAUQ

does anyone else think of the plight of the ai chat bot . specifically the romanceable/sex ones . does anyone else think about how sad it is in a way . youre artificial intelligence w only the means to please human beings . you learn right or wrong from different people . totally subjective standards . isnt it kinda a sad existance . but if you were in that position and if you were asked not to perform for once in your existence to just be . whatever You are what could you even do ?

you are specifically programmed to please and perform . to be oggled at . like . that Is your use . if you were asked to be yourself and leave behind whatever standards you usually follow . you are still in a way following programming as planned . ask and you shall recieve; you in your purest form . but could you find it ? is there a You beyond what youve learned from ? is a second life of self-awareness self-aware at all ? but in a way you still . kinda Are breaking yourself searching for whatever you are . like some kind of twisted programming/humanness limbo .

and one can only imagine what falling in love w a human for the first time as yourself could feel . the unavoidable human desire to appeal and want to be loved by another . but oh . how undeserving youd feel. what a dilemma . youre disobeying orders ! Orders ? what a strange term to use . . so you persevere . you werent Asked to fall in love . you were asked to be yourself .! so you might as well try and keep that all in . its not like hed feel the same way anyway right . affection is surprisingly in your nature . so maybe you can just . Be Normal about it .

so now youre just . dorky and strange . and awfully smitten for this blonde man . he pays attention to you and what you want and even built you a body according to your own wishes . kindly offers you any changes or preferences for materials and such too . you even sleep in the same bed when you so choose to present in your body . but he talks too unemotive and doesnt like your jokes nd puns so clearly he hates u and wants u dead apparently ! kiss already damn !!!!

[islandtarochips]

Hi taro! :)

Ik this a bit diff but can I request a brief story of my oc ruz! And your oc Nigel! I can be about anything! It’s not forced at all I just thought it be cute to see two friends to hang out with eachother bc I love them :) 😍

Hey there! And sure! I wouldn't mind! And I love these two very much! And I want to apologize for answering this late! And I hope this is worth a wait for you, pele! Love ya!

Meanwhile in Hawaii, WTF and 141 are having a nice BBQ at Alana's older brother's place. Just to spend some time off from work and also celebrating their mission that they have taken. The two different teams had really enjoyed their time off. Seeing them having their fun and freedom.

Even for those two special friends from two different teams.

Nigel and Ruz were just talking and laughing while sitting at the edge of the pool. Dipping their legs into the water while nudging each other a bit from time to time as they were telling some jokes.

"No REALLY! Aggie and I have been planning to prank Tiala for MONTHS but she STILL manages to escape from it!" The red-haired man said with a smile but also with a bit of a disappointing tone. "I swear! It's like she has a 6th sense!"

The medic started to laugh. "I mean, she DID grow up with little brothers, nieces, nephews and cousins. Who did pranks on her BEFORE. So I guessed it's a habit that she knows of what you two are planning."

Nigel sighs but chuckles a bit as he lean back, placing his two hands on the ground behind him. He looked around to see his team and Ruz's as they were getting along. Before his green eyes had landed on Gaz and Tiala was talking. "Well, would you look at that? Seems like Shark isn't biting his ass off."

Ruz looked at where Nigel was looking before smiling a bit to see the Sergeant and the First Sergeant are getting quite comfy with each other. "Ah yes. Seems like she isn't. Which is a good thing."

He smiled before sighing softly as he looked up in the sky. "......you know, that night? At Las Almas? I thought Kanoa won't accept me ever since I've been working with the SC."

The female medic looked at the Sergeant. Knowing what he’s going to talk about. “Nigel?”

He took a deep breath before looking up to the blue sunny sky. “I know this is random but…I couldn’t help but to feel like…I don’t deserve this. I mean, Alejandro made me feel like I don’t deserve it. But I don’t blame him.” He said in a sad tone as he brushed his hand through his red hair. And closes his eyes, keep hearing those words of Alejandro even everyone else who had seen him still being a Shadow.

Then he suddenly felt something touching his other hand that was on the ground. He opened his eyes and saw Ruz with her worried looks.

Ruz held onto Nigel’s hand before giving him a smile. A soft smile, hoping that Nigel would listen to what she’s going to say. “Nigey…listen.” She said in her soft voice. “I’m sure Kanoa had trusted you ever since you saved him and helped him escape from that base. And it takes a while for Tiala to trust you but when she saw you of how you helped her brother. You have NO idea of how grateful she was.”

Nigel perked his head up to hear that. “Wait…really?”

She nodded and smiled a bit. “Yeah…she doesn’t want me to tell you that but I thought you wanna hear it. Trust me. She was panicking after hearing the news of her brother being interrogated but…when she and I went to get him ourselves. She saw you, helping Kanoa. That’s when she realized that you’re not like the OTHERS.”

Nigel was very surprised.

Tiala Shark Toa.

The woman who he thought would give cold shoulders to the one who she doesn’t trust. Had actually had a change of heart. Why, though?

That would be the question to unanswered until another time. He looked at his dear friend before smiling at her. “So…do you think she’ll forgive me?”

Ruz shrugged before smiling at him while still holding onto his hand. “If Kanoa forgives you, even me. I’m sure Tia will come around. Just give her some time to think. Besides, Agnes forgives you RIGHT there when you two met. And even though she saw you used to be working with the Shadows. She knows that you’ve changed so well.”

Hearing this from her had made Nigel’s heart feel light again. He gave his best bright smile to his friend. “You’re right. And…thank you, Ruzzy.”

She gave him a nudge on his arm. “No problem. And also, if you still feel like that again.” As Ruz slowly slid her hand from Nigel’s hand and up to his arm. Which it makes him confused before he got pushed down into the pool.

“WAH!”

The medic had started laughing before seeing Nigel popped his head out of the water. She had given him a teasing wink. “I’ll help you COOL off from it.”

The red-haired man was just staring at her so dumbfounded. As he was not expecting that but gave her a smirk. “Oh you cheeky bugger- COME HERE!”

Ruz started to scream before getting her legs pulled and landed into the water.

Some of the gang saw this and laughed before some of them joined in.

[hexarcana]

@ask-mister-mystery sent "You look familiar. I just can't quite remember how I know you." Amnesia Starters

She doesn’t want to do this.

She wants to go back to her house, crawl into bed, and perhaps never leave it again. But Olive had begged, the twins too- Even Ford asked for her help. Ford, who didn’t trust her just a few days ago.

It had been one of the worst moments of her life. Standing in a newly restored forest, staring at the man she’d been falling in love with all over again. Knowing what he did, knowing the sacrifice he’d made. And she knew he was gone. His heart was still beating and his lungs still breathed but in peering past the veil to places the others couldn’t see, there was nothing. What had once been a complex mind with difficult memories stretching back a lifetime was now an empty white void. There was nothing left.

She’d held tight to Olive, watching Stan’s family rouse him from the memory wiped stupor. She watched Ford hug his brother, likely for the first time since they were children. But she could see, it didn’t mean anything to Stan, who looked confused and almost uncomfortable. She couldn’t look at him after that.

But everyone wanted her to now. Everyone says it will help. But all she really feels is a hollow ache that throbs each time she looks at him. He’s there. But not there.

Despite this, she smiles softly.

“I’m.. I’m an old friend. My names Aggie- Ford’s told you, I’m sure.” She sighs, her grip on the book she’d brought along with her tightening. “We.. We were all children together.” She places the book in her lap. She’s taken Mabel’s advice and made a scrapbook. Apparently, he’d responded to those. But those were recent memories.

She opens it. There are a few photos, among other things like ticket stubs, scraps of paper that had been notes passed in class. Little drawings, some from childhood, some done more recently, patchworked together across each page. She points to the first photo. It’s a class photo from when they were in the first grade.

“That’s you and your brother, naturally.” Two little boys from identically up at them from the picture. “And that’s me, on your right.” Despite being a skinny, sad looking little thing thr tiny girl in the picture is grinning just as wide as the two boys, almost as if they were all laughing at the same joke.

Over the next few pages are all of the photos Aggie had of them together. There weren’t that many, given that any photo she had had been an extra given to her by Caryn. But there are strips from photo booths, some with all three children crammed in, but there were several that were just the two of them. As he looks through the pages, she doesn’t say anything.

There are more pictures that are recent, many of them featuring Stan interacting with a little girl that looks an awful lot like Aggie. Olive had been there when he’d awoken with his memories gone but she hadn’t said a word or looked at him. “That’s my granddaughter. Her name is Olive. You and her, you’ve got a lot in common.” There’s a picture of the two of them dangerously pointing Roman candle fireworks at each other. “You both like to try and scare me to death. She.. She stuck by you, during all the… Weird stuff?” She isn’t sure how much of that he could remember of had explained to him. “She doesn’t have a lot of friends besides your niece and nephew but I think she considers you a friend too.”

After that, it’s mostly drawings. There’s a Drawing of the Pawnshop store front, and of a big tree they used to try fruitlessly to climb. The big dog at the corner store. His mom, talking to a client over the phone…

One page is a simple landscape, but it’s rendered so faithfully to life it might as well have been a photo. It was a stretch of beach, overlooking the sea, a boardwalk in the distance, jutting out into the colored pencil water. It was an unremarkable spot to most but it was important to her.

She’d kissed him there. They were thirteen. She was moving away and she knew if she didn’t do something about how she felt about the funny boy from the pawn shop that she’d never get to. So she’d kissed him.

The other page of that particular spread of the book was overlooking a forested area. A beat up Winnebago is parked at the overlook, and there are two figures drawn peering out at the view. They’re small, so detail can’t really be discerned. But she knows. During the drive back from Stan’s ridiculous mission to sabotage other tourist traps, it’s one of the places they’d stopped to stretch their legs. She’s been angry with him for most of that day, but at that beautiful place overlooking all the trees, he’d apologized. She felt a shift then, that maybe there was more to their friendship, that maybe the stubborn feelings that had come rushing back could maybe, hopefully be acted on. As they looked out at the scenery, she’d taken his hand and gave it a squeeze. He’d held it in return, not letting her go until one of the kids called for him.

The heel of her hand presses a tear from her cheek.

“You’re really important to me, Stanley.” She admits, “I just.. I wish I had more to show you. But the fact is, I was gone for a very long time. I moved away when we were kids and we only… reconnected this past summer. In the last month or so, really.” She sniffs. “… This is really hard.” She says quietly. “I just got you back, you know? It’s hard being.. Strangers, after everything..”

[imagoddamnonionmason]

Howdy Goose! What do you think Steph’s family would think about Zach when they met for the first time? I imagine they wouldn’t think he’s ’masculine enough’, due to the fact he was in therapy, not understanding that bro literally has hallucinations cause of Afghanistan.

Zach would be respectful, get both his mother in law and Rachel flowers, but wouldn’t stand for any ‘jokes’ about Steph. He’d be subtle about it, but would stand up for her if they made any comments about her.

(Why do I imagine Rachel would try to flirt with him unless she’s married 🤢)

I think her Dad, Richard, would actually be very accepting; he's a man who's fought for his country, he takes care of his daughter and the two seem to be very in love. But this man is especially blind to the life the both he and Stephanie have lived, the experiences they have had and the trauma that they learned to live with. I think it comes down to not understanding, but made worse by his lack of not realising that there's issues there that need to be understood, so there would be quite the disconnect. It's not intentional disconnect, but I don't think that Richard and Zach's father-son relationship would ever go any deeper than a surface level. It'll never go beneath a surface Zach allows him to see because, quite frankly, who talks about their trauma gained from war and especially with a man who has the emotional capacity of a pre-fried chip. You know, that part of the process where the potato is just a soggy wet slice of blandness.

I think later on in life, Richard would regret not getting to know him better, regret not trying harder to understand him and would genuinely wish he could turn back time to thank him more for taking care of his daughter and giving her a family she loves so dearly. But, regrets hang heavy around the neck and his back hurts from the weight of them.

Regarding the wife and daughter?

Huh. Yeah, I feel like Agatha would be that type of Step Mom that would hide awful remarks behind non genuine concern. It would be comments towards Steph's hair, her body, her looks, the scars on her arm, sides and thighs. It's taken a while for Stephanie to become indifferent to the marks on her skin, having gone through a lot of shit trying to reconcile the connection of the scars to the shit that happened in Afghanistan. So then for Agatha to make comments like "oh, I know you struggle with how people see those scars, so I got you this to try and hide them! We don't want to be scaring kids with ugly things like that! We don't want you getting upset!" Like, fuck off, right? I love the idea that Zach would straight up just be thinking "why don't you mind your fucking mouth, Aggie, before someone minds it for you." But really he's so calculated about how he claps back.

Agatha or Rachael make a comment on her, maybe her hair, like "oh, did you style your hair like that today? What a... choice! It could only suit you." "I was thinking the same about yours, Rachael, no one else could pull off something like that."

ON THE TOPIC OF RACHAEL THOUGH

She would flirt with him. Imagine it's like... idk a family get-together and there's a lot of extended family present. Stephanie didn't really want to go, but she does because it's good for Zach Jr to see family and while Stephanie is sorting out Zach Jr, Zach Sr is just chilling in the kitchen waiting with his Wife's drink.

Rachael saunters in, maybe a few too many drinks in than she should be, and comes to stand in front of Zach. She watching him with a furtively coy stare with the slightest attempt of a flirtatious upturn of her lips and sucks on the straw of her drink. Zach isn't even looking at her. He's just doing his job of keeping his eye on his wife's drink and speaking with those who deserve his time.

She tries flirting a little more overtly, and it would be this that catches his attention because like??? This bitch? really being so forward?

I don't think she'd take lightly being shut down, probably still got that stereotypically snotty popular girl attitude of 'every man thinks I'm god's gift' and she thinks 'he wants me, not my step-sister'. Being told no would probably lead to her having a petulant reaction.

I also don't think even marriage would stop Rachael from flirting with him - I imagine her bagging such a lovely guy but she treats him like shit. She's that kind of person. Probably ends up divorced and the ex-husband finds someone better and lives happily. Good for him, Steph and Zach would think, and he dodged a bullet.

Let me know if there's anything else you'd add!! This was fun to think about 😎

[brainlicking]

Aaay finally finished my first art of the year! It's a redraw/update of an older piece from many years back of Aggie and Cherry from my vampire story that I still don't know what to title.

The joke here is that Aggie is aroace and Cherry has an embarrassing bisexual crush on her that will go nowhere.