#this is a joke from a aggie but still

[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.”

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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.

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[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?”

[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.

NO ONE IS PERMITTED TO STEAL, COPY, OR REBLOG MY WORK AS THEIR OWN

“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.

[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!

[stridoll]

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.

[russo-woso]

->Bold Italics in blue represent what fic is coming next

->Bold italics in purple represent what fic im currently writing

->The writing in pink is a summary of the fic above it.

-> Fics with a ✅ mean it’s completed

-> Did it have to be her? - Laura Wienroither coming soon

Laura likes you, but you’re oblivious and can’t see. Your teammates all try their best to help.

->Argument - Katie McCabe

The aftermath of an argument with Katie

-> Older - Kim Little

Kim thinks you’re joking when you tell her you like her. Now you have to try your best to show her you really do.

-> A long time - Leah Williamson 🔞

You’ve missed Leah and when you see her again, it doesn’t end how you thought it would.

-> More - Leah Williamson 🔞

Leah thinks you can go past your limits, and she’s right.

-> Ibiza - Alessia Russo

You meet your soulmate when you least expect it, in the most unexpected place, Ibiza.

-> Scrunchies - Emily Fox

You’d given full responsibility of your scrunchies to Emily and she looks after them with her life, but what happens when Emily loses one of them?

-> Protective or what? - Leah Williamson x Alessia Russo x reader coming soon

You’re a bodyguard for one of the world biggest singers and your girlfriends still can’t get over you in your uniform

->Compete - Leah Williamson x Alessia Russo x reader

You and Leah compete to see whose better in bed

-> I want to make him proud - Lia Wälti coming soon

You’re dad passes and you dedicate your goal to him

-> I hate you - G!P Lucy bronze 🔞

You and Lucy hate each other, but at the same time, can’t get enough of each other

-> Interviewing chaos - G!P Beth Mead 🔞 ✅

You tease Beth when she’s in the middle of an interview

-> Most of all, I love… - A new adventure universe ✅

the memories made from the chaos of your baby shower

-> Creativity - A new adventure universe

Alessia, Kyra and Vic compete in who can do the most creative celebration, all of dedicated to you and the baby

-> New Feelings - Aggie Beever-Jones 🔞

Some new feelings arise when you see Aggie with a baby

-> Built up stress - A new adventure universe ✅

You don’t listen to your doctor after the birth of your baby, making an argument break out between you and Alessia

-> Mascot mayhem - A New Adventure universe

You surprise Alessia with having bubba be her mascot but bubba has other ideas

-> Trouble maker - A New Adventure universe

Bubba gets into trouble at school for the first time which means it’s the first time you and Alessia have to deal with consequences of bubba’s actions

-> chaotic - A New Adventure universe

Bubba meets the team for the first time and let’s just say… it’s chaotic

-> first match - A New Adventure universe

Bubba has her first match

-> Our bubba - A new Adventure Universe

The long waited arrival of your bubba

[hexarcana]

Relativity Falls Thoughts aka Bones breaks it down

I can’t do a perfect 1:1 translation so Aggie inhabits Olive’s role as the child, and Olive takes over Aggie’s grandma-from-the-backstory role, but to keep her connected to the story I’m borrowing elements from McGucket for her.

(Cutting the post to preserve the dash)

Olive grew up with Dipper and Mabel, and was always closer with Dipper despite her and Mabel being “the girls.” Olive was big into the nerdy shit thanks to her academic parents, who divorced when she was young which led her to spending a lot of time at her friends house when he dad travelled. (Her mom never came back.)

When Mabel does whatever thing she does to “ruin” Dipper’s Life, Olive isn’t there. She was visiting her dad. She came back from her trip to one less friend and her remaining one was PISSED. She only ever really got Dipper’s side of the story, which naturally put Mabel in a negative light.

Olive could have probably gone to any ritzy school in the country (She was a real scholarly type) but she ended up going to BMU, following Dipper. Her reasoning is that BMU offers curricula which can get you multiple degrees (How else would Ford have so many PHDs) but really she’s worried about Dipper being on his own and she (Mirroring Aggie and Stan in canon) has had a crush on him since she was a kid, so she wants to keep him close.

Since Olive is a girl and I’m imagining the dorms werent co-ed, they weren’t roommates but instead lived above/below each other’s rooms. They’d tap out messages in morse code on the floor/ceiling.

Taking inspiration from a lot of college fiddauthor headcanons, they DO come together at some point and have something of a relationship, though they’re both so swamped with school it’s a very??? Non committal thing, which suits Dipper fine but Olive is ever pining for him.

I haven’t quite figured out what makes them split up after graduation- Olive probably has her own endeavor she’s looking for and after years of on and offing with her best friend she thinks maybe she can try to move on. Reflecting Aggie’s time in NYC, that is where she goes, and where she is when Dipper Calls her for help.

During her time in New York, (pretty early on) Olive had her son, who she named David after a famous German mathematician. David’s biological father is, as Olive Recalls, “The only one who got the math joke I told at a bar.” (Basically it was a one time thing and she honestly doesn’t remember much about him at all! Oops!)

Initially, she was a pretty good mom. A little scattered and overwhelmed being single and trying to get her feet underneath her- Having a child sort of slowed her career to a crawl. But that wasn’t David’s fault. He’s pretty young still when she gets the call to come to Oregon and she drops EVERYTHING go do it bc one she has no prospects and two she’s still burning a candle for Mason (She started calling him that at some point during college.)

She arranged for her dad to look after David while she was away, not thinking she would be gone all that long when in reality, she’d never return to New York.

(note my friend Lye helped me come up with and fix this next part!)

She joins Mason in Oregon and fully throws herself into the project. She’s dedicated and hard working, a real workhorse type. Here’s where there’s a big shift, I don’t think Olive would form the blind eye society, so in order for that to exist I would say that the other McGucket stand in (Pacifica probably) is also working on the project. When the incident occurs, Olive helps pull Pacifica out of the portal . She quits after the incident, but Olive doesn’t. She wants to see this through with Dipper. Her dedication is enough for Bill to take an interest in her. He can see how hard she works and how dedicated she is so he’s keen to keep her around. With this funky little scientist around the portals getting done much faster than he’s hoped!

However a wrench is thrown into things when her son of all people shows up in Oregon. Her dad couldn’t keep looking after him so he arranged to have him sent to her. Initially she’d called and kept in touch but as the portal progressed and Olive became more and more exhausted, her communication skills slipped. By this time, David is really starting to resent his mother, and is incredibly unhappy to be there. Olive struggles to balance reconnecting with her son and working on the portal. To keep David away from the work she used what meager savings she had to buy a scrap of land in the woods where originally, an old camper sat, and that’s where David spent most of his time. Understandably he became extremely bitter and hateful towards Olive, and she was quickly losing her grip on reality.

Around the time David showed up, Bill started to talk to Olive, wanting to get her on his side the way he had with Mason. Trouble is he kind of gave her too much too fast. Instead of pleasant jaunts into the Nightmare Realm, Bill exposed her to the destruction and chaos he has planned, just hitting her with the big madness all at once. He appears in many of her dreams, and he always seems to be whispering to her to keep working. When she starts to have doubts he flips the script, choosing to threaten her instead.

He obviously knows how she feels about Mason, and he uses that to his advantage. If Olive quit, Mason would be building the portal alone, and who KNOWS if he’s even be able to actually get it built without severely injuring himself? Olive is sturdier, more solid. Dipper NEEDS her to help finish the portal or he might not live to see it activated. In addition, Bill makes threats against her son and although she’s losing a lot of her sense of reality and self she knows that she can’t let her not be hurt. I’m sure there’s some possession and some more mild mind-breaking activities but in the spans of a few weeks Olive is barely herself anymore, she just seems to exist to work on the portal.

She didn’t even notice when David finally ran away.

She isn’t herself, and I think her deterioration plays a role in Mason starting to question things. Once he understood Bill’s real goal he tries to figure out exactly what Bill did to her but she can’t articulate it, she can hardly articulate anything at this point. He gives Olive one of the journals to hide, and explains that he called for further backup.

When Mabel arrives she hardly recognizes Olive, since she’s definitely not the confident spunky girl she once was. She’s a somewhat haunted shell of herself. She is too freaked out to go down to the basement with them, so she sits alone upstairs. When the portal activates and the anomalies start up, Olive is terrified and is overcome with horrible visions and hallucinations- a total psychotic break. When Mabel finally finds her upstairs and she’s nearly catatonic. Mabel is able to shake her out of it but Olive is like an injured animal, initially desperate to know where Mason is and when Mabel tells her, and begs Olive to help with the situation, Olive becomes very aggressive and frightened and before Mabel can really stop her, she runs off. The two wouldn’t speak again for a good long while. Mabel doesn’t even known Olive is still in the area, frankly.

Mabel goes on to set up the Mystery Shack. She’s heard rumors about there being a woman in the woods, and she does eventually investigate and confirms it’s Olive. She once again tries to get her help but Olive inset interested and she threatens Mabel with weapons. By this point most of Olive’s “bunker” has been built from scrap she stole from the dump. (As an aside bc I forgot to mention it, Olive did end up hiding the journal, and it’s the one that the boys find when they visit.)

Olives reputation as madwoman only grew with time, she’d make wild claims about the end of the world as well as being abducted by aliens. This is how she sort of??? Processed her trauma? Like she was very plainly explaining what happened to her she didn’t keep it bottled up but it made no sense and seemed so insane that no one really pays her much mind. This goes on for a good while.

Mabel eventually gives up on Olive, and resigns herself to rebuilding the portal herself. The two have virtually nothing to do with each other for some time until someone shows up at the Shack, looking for Olive. It’s David, (Who Mabel never met) looking for his mother. Mabel doesn’t initially believe him but when she sees the kid he’s got with her she knows he’s serious. Little Aggie is about five or six years old, and a pretty spot on lookalike for the little girl Mabel knew as a kid. She agrees to help David get to Olive.

She leads him out there, and then opts to stay back, not wanting to scare Olive. As she’s heading back home she sees David’s car leaving, but the little girl isn’t in the car anymore. Mabel looks back towards the bunker in the woods. She gets a weird spooky feeling so she leaves.

From there, there’s virtually no contact apart from extremely random chance encounters. Olive seems less afraid/angry at Mabel but she still doesn’t stay around her for long. Mabel does eventually ask about the little girl and Olive DOES assure her that Aggie is fine, and thanks her for asking. At some point when Aggie starts venturing out, she ends up at the Shack a few times just exploring. Once the boys show up and befriend her, she’s there alll the time :))

So that’s most of Olives story, but there are some details that Mabel doesn’t know about (David related) and neither Yearling will talk about but I will talk about it!!! Just not now on this post bc I have a few kinks I gotta work out.

[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.

[honeybeezgobzzzzz]

💄 Anomalous: Chapter Eleven

Anomalous: You are attending a make-up artist convention in London, England for your work as a MUA yourself. Little do you expect to meet a handsome stranger at a bar, proceed to ditch your friends with him, have a one-night stand, and then flee because you are late for a convention event. Unbeknownst to you, that will not be the last time you see that handsome stranger, and now that you think about it… you really should have gotten his number. 

Warnings: UNEDITED, Language.

To Note: Tom Sturridge x MUAFem!Reader, Respect The Actor! (This is Fiction), Reader has long hair for reasons, You can thank @pinksirensong for this lovely mini series.

Word Count: ~2.5k

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“No, Agnes, I don’t think that this is an appropriate outfit for the theatre or dinner.” You stated with your hands on your hips while you scowled at your grinning friend. Agnes need you up and down.

“Hmm, perhaps a private dinner in the future then?” She offered, not the least apologetic for forcing you into the monstrosity of a dress.

“No,” You enunciated, your eye twitching slightly. “Now, could you please help me find something that is appropriate for the theatre and a dinner afterwards? This is serious, Aggie.” Her eyebrow rose and her childish expression disappeared.

“Oh, so you two are really serious about this?” She perked up.

“Serious about getting to know each other, the whole boyfriend and girlfriend is kind of a running joke between us at this point. But yes, we are seriously trying to get to know each other.” You explained, wrinkling your nose at the dress you wore. “So, is there a serious dress in the mess of clothes you pulled out?”

Agnes rolled out of her bed and trotted over to the pile of clothes she’d pulled. You watched as she tsked and made noises as she messily pawed through fabric. Eventually, she pulled out a dress that looked like it was a navy blue color. Turning around, Agnes held up the dress, it wasn’t long, but it wasn’t short either. Probably knee length, the dress was a navy blue, short sleeves, with a v neckline. It wasn’t overly formal, and it wasn’t too simple. Jut the right amount of formal, without being too casual.

“I like that one,” You commented. “But is it my size? Cause I am never wearing a dress too small for me ever again.” Agnes smirked at you before tossing the dress at you. You caught it against your chest.

“It’s about your size, Libby wore it for her grandmothers luncheon… but we both know she’s never gonna wear this dress ever again. She likes mini skirts and leather.”

“I’m surprise that she even humored putting it on,” You mused, turning in place and heading for the bathroom to change. Shedding yourself of the dress you currently wore, you unzipped the navy dress and pulled up the new dress. You slipped your hands into the arms and wiggled your shoulders until the dress was on. It felt nice. The neckline was respectable. It wasn’t too short or too long.

“So? How does it look?” Agnes probed from her bedroom. Exiting the bathroom, your fingers twisted behind you to zip up the dress while she looked you up and down. “Okay, I’ll admit that you look nice and respectable, perfect for the theatre and a nice dinner… but I still think you could look hotter.”

“Aggie,” You enunciated, giving her a look. “Would you please just zip me up and help me find a pair of heels that won’t kill my feet tonight?” She made a face at you but did as you asked, zipping up the dress with a hum.

“Okay, I’ve got some black wedges that’ll fit with the dress. Shouldn’t be too hard on your feet.” Agnes mused, patting your shoulder. “Besides, worst comes to worst? Just get Tom to carry you, I bet that he would do it in a heartbeat.”

“I am not having Tom carry me because my feet hurt!” She rolled her eyes at you and went to retrieve the heels. You took a moment to glance at Agnes’ mirror, picking at a strand of your hair that had fallen in your face. You didn’t need to stress over this, you didn’t need to fuss or preen. It was just a chance to see a play and then dinner… with the guy you’ve fucked… twice…

“Shit,” You muttered to yourself, resisting the urge to push your hands into your face and ruin the makeup you had on. So you dug your nails into your palms and stressed that way, trying to wrap your mind around this absurd situation. “Get a grip, Y/N, get a grip.”

You weren’t rushing things. You were just getting to know Tom… while fucking him on the side… well at least the ice was broken between you. Agnes came back with the heels and you sat down on the side of her bed to put them on.

“So considering that this is Passionfruit Milkshake Man, I don’t think I need to worry about an SOS text or call from a bathroom?” Your friend offered with a chuckle. Your own lips twitched as you wiggled your left foot.

“If I need an SOS with Tom, there is something seriously wrong with me,”

“Pretty please?”

“Really’d rather not…”

“Not even for me…?” Tom broached, batting his long eyelashes at you while he held up a forkful of food that you had never tried before, and were hesitant to do so. You sighed and rolled your eyes. The man really had the pleading look down pat and could coheres you into doing almost anything. At least this was just a tiny bite of food you’d never tried. It wouldn’t kill you, and you knew that by doing so, a blindingly beautiful smile would appear on Tom’s face because the man simply couldn’t help how happy little things made him.

“Alright,” you relented, smiling at the instantaneous beam that appeared on his face. “I’ll try one bite, just for you.”

“I swear it’s nothing weird, but I think you’ll like it!” Tom exclaimed as he moved the forkful closer to you. Bending forward, you let him feed the forkful to you. It took you at least thirty seconds to formulate a response.

“So, it’s not something I would have ordered for myself… but it’s not bad and I can see why you like it,” You said to Tom while running your thumb beneath your lip. “How often do you get it?”

“Not as much as I’d like, with the filming of Sandman, I am on a strict diet.” You eyed his plate of food nervously. He wasn’t going to get in trouble because of you, was he? Tom could see your thought process. “I’m allowed cheat days, no naked Dream this season so I don’t need to be that fit.”

“Fit?” You repeated while reaching for your wine. “You looked like an alien.”

“That was the idea!” He grinned, happy that you were describing him in the way he had wanted to portray. Reaching for your glass, you gave him a curvy smile.

“A very beautiful one at that,” You added, fulling enjoying the way red creeped up his cheeks and even to his ears. Unable to help yourself, you reached across the table and brushed your fingers along his jawline. “It’s a good thing you’re covered up this season, I think I’d get jealous if Dream gave the audience any more film to drool over.”

“Liked what you saw?” Tom leered at you. You snorted.

“I believe you know the answer to that, Thomas.” Your words make his leer turn into a smirk and widen, and you rolled your eyes. “I can appreciate a physique but I’m more interested in personality than looks… though I wouldn’t have minded the chance to trace those muscles with my tongue.” Tom choked on the wine he was sipping as you grinned and swiped your tongue across your lips. Then you added a final blow. “Though I might have a chance to appreciate some of it later…”

You thought Tom actually inhaled the wine with the way he started coughing and full on laughed at him. It was music to his ears and such a beautiful sound to hear… but it was hard to enjoy when he was coughing so hard because of your dirty minded remarks. That he would definitely be indulging in soon. Nonchalantly handing him your napkin, you smugly smiled as he took it and the snickered when he gave you a narrowed look. You just blinked innocently.

“Are you alright dear?” As Tom’s coughs subsided, he stared at you and wondered just how much of you-you had held back that night. Plenty it seemed.

“Are you trying to make me indecent?” Tom hissed at you. You laughed again and ate your last bite of dinner.

“Just enjoying myself,” You explained, leaning back in your seat while your eyes dropped to the clothes Tom wore. It was just a nice shirt, jacket and pants, but you were convinced that he made anything look good. Tom flushed beneath your gaze and spent the rest of the dinner fitting against a raging erection from the picture you had painted.

You were walking back from dinner, desserts in hand (which were from Jelladrome of course), walking about what had been going on in your lives for the last 7 months.

“No, but really, I spent at least two months helping the designer work the designs into the shows with the paint and then figuring out how to maintain the look while under the lights. Between the moving body parts, potential fabric chafes, and the chaos of chasing back stage…” You sighed deeply and stared up at the dark sky, wondering how you had managed to keep that show running properly. “Let’s just say there were five of us running around constantly fixing things with extra paint and nitrogen. It get’s so sweaty backstage.”

“Did you at least enjoy the process of designing the makeup? Surely you got some sort of enjoyment out of a furry runway show.” Tom asked, thinking over the kinds of things you’d have seen backstage at such an event.

“Making the designs work with the human body and movement were pretty fun,” You agreed, taking a sip of your milkshake. “But at the same time, naked bodies, everywhere.”

“Naked bodies?” Tom repeated, looking at you with a raised eyebrow. Where did naked bodies factor into a runway show? You chuckled and smiled up at him.

“We don’t use changing rooms when switching out costume.” You explained with a scrunched face. “I’ve gotten flashed more times I ever cared for… but it’s part of working backstage to a runway show. You learn to ignore it, we’re all too busy to care about nudity.”

“That make me feel like my scene for The Sandman was nothing.” Tom mused, his head cocking to the side in consideration.

“I wouldn’t say that,” It was hardly comparable to you. Your eyes met Tom’s and you smiled. “Unlike the backstage of a runway show, everyone is looking at you in that scene. That takes a whole different kind of bravery and self confidence to pull off a scene like that.”

“Well it was part of my job and I agreed to the contract.” Tom pointed out. “Plus I did work hard to create a body that people would believe was Dream of the Endless’.”

“You achieved that,” You said, eyeing him once more before taking a long sip of your milkshake. ‘And more,” You added, wanting to make him squirm again. Well Tom didn’t squirm but he did groaned like you were torturing him quite mercilessly. Well to had been. The entire night actually. “Don’t make that sound, I’m not even trying yet.” He stopped short and stared at you, your face plastered with innocence while a simmering tease was hidden behind your eyes. He was about to make a return that would surely bring sweet payback for everything you had caused since he picked you up earlier in the night, when a ringtone went off.

“Who is calling me now?” You sighed, digging into your purse to find your phone.

“Is it the set?” Tom asked, squinting at the phone you pulled out and worrying that you were going to get dragged in on your off hours.

“Not sure, I don’t have anything on the schedule…” You trailed off when you say the number on your screen. “What the hell do you want now, Ryan??” You growled in exasperation before giving Tom a look. “Sorry, this will only take a minute.”

Stepping away so Tom didn’t need to hear your full blow up, you hit accept (because he wouldn’t stop calling until you picked up).

“Hello, this is Y/L/N,” You spoke robotically, trying to set the tone of the conversation as no nonsense and so Ryan would finally get the hint that you had no interest in him whatsoever.

“You’re in the tabloids, with a man, who is Tom Sturridge?” You pinched your forehead, knowing exactly why he had called. he always had jealousy issues, even after you had broken up.

“Does it matter?”

“Of course it fucking does!”

“Do explain to me how it matters to you when you are not my boyfriend?” You reiterated, already fed up and you hadn’t even been talking to Ryan for thirty seconds. “Look, I’m kind of busy right now so if that’s all you have to complain about I think I’ll be hanging up.”

“Don’t be a bitch, Y/N, you know dating a celebrity never ends well for anyone. You’re no different.”

“Resorting to name calling, real original and welcoming Ryan. I may be a bitch, but at least I’m a faithful bitch.” You said, calling out the very reason you had broken up with him in the first place, before hitting the end button. “Jesus Christ what do I have to do to get it in his thick head that I don’t want anything to do with him anymore?”

“Delete his number? Block him?” Tom offered, moseying on over to where you stood. You let out a half hearted chuckle.

“I would if I could, but he’d just annoy my mother who would then annoy me until I unblock him. I had hoped he would just get the hint, but for some reason Ryan seems to think he’s still got a chance with me.” You sighed and rubbed your cheek. “He always manages to ruin my day in some shape or form…”

“I wouldn’t consider today, ruined,” Tom corrected you. “The nights not even over yet.” You looked into his face and smiled.

“You are correct in that, he just— he puts a bad taste in my mouth and ruins my mood.”

“Don’t answer him next time,” Tom said as he took a step closer to you.

“He’ll keep calling,” You countered. He shrugged.

“Turn your phone off.”

“But work—”

“Will not be calling you at ten thirty at night.” Tom reminded you. “If you’re not on the clock, you’re not on the clock and you don’t need to make sure your phone is always on.” You blinked and then shed. Tom really was a different kind of man.

“Okay then,” You replied, taking your phone an losing at it for a moment. Then you turned it off and put it away.

“Now,” Tom started, taking your hand a pulling your body against his. Your free hand ended up pressed against his chest, and you leaned in closer. “The night is far from being over, let alone ruined.” Your eyes were sparkling with happiness again, and that made Tom very happy. “I believe you mentioned something about wanting to appreciate?”

You took that as a challenge.

Date Published: 7/6/23

Last Edit: 7/6/23 (UNEDITED)

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[thedaughterofadam]

Alright so time for the rest of the Agatha and Canon characters head canons, let's go!

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Joyce Byers the overprotective mom figure

- Aggie and Joyce had a very strange meeting. How many moms can say they picked up a random six year old girl because she baby napped the youngest Byers. (The Henderson parents were busy talking and didn't notice Aggie walking off with baby Dustin while he was in his stroller, couldn't tell the difference between him and Dustin when she went to grab a pumpkin so tried to take both.)

- Joyce used to take all the older kids trick or treating and Aggie would leave candy treats around the Byer's house because she knew Joyce had work the next day.

- Aggie used to bring wild flowers to the Byer's residence because Joyce had said she liked how the Henderson household always had fresh flowers.

- Joyce would pick up Aggie for school after Mr. Henderson died, letting her sit in the front because seeing the deer as they left for the woods made Aggie happy.

- Aggie learned how to sew from Joyce, (Joyce called it a belated birthday gift.)

- Joyce taught Aggie to do makeup, it wasn't like Ms. Wheelers but it was still pretty all the same.

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Hopper the Girl Dad

- Hopper was friends with Aggie and Dustin's Dad. He's been a part of Aggie's life forever.

- Hopper taught Aggie how to play poker, he figured that one Henderson should be good at the game.

- Aggie would watch Sarah sometimes, and when Aggie would braid her own hair Sarah insisted that Hopper had to braid hers. So Aggie had to teach Hopper to braid hair.

- Hopper used to drive Aggie to school after her dad died, it was a way to keep an eye on his old friend's family.

- Aggie would bring him baked goods and casseroles while Sarah was in the hospital. It was a sad time but a time where he wasn't a full asshole.

- After Sarah's death it wasn't long before Hopper and Aggie stopped talking, the pain of loss between them both did not make for good conversation.

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Johnathan Byers our favorite homewrecker

- Johnathan and Aggie had been best friends for years, after his dad left they got closer. (Daddy Issues in all its forms)

- Aggie used to take a lot of pictures of Johnathan when they were younger, mainly because he took a lot of pictures in general. (Some of said pictures have been used as blackmail.)

- Johnathan isn't a touchy person but he does show affection in other ways, like making Aggie lunch.

- Aggie is affectionate but she does respect the fact that Johnathan isn't, so she gives him gifts like a new camera strap, or a new photo album.

- Johnathan has old photos he took of Aggie holding Will, he keeps them in one of his older photo albums.

- Aggie used to make bird noises whenever Johnathan would stare at Nancy too long.

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Nancy Wheeler our favorite bad bitch

- To say the least Nancy doesn't know how to express her affection, so meeting Aggie who did was quite the experience. (Just picture two eight year olds screaming while playing tag, one snacks the other tackle tags.)

- Aggie and Nancy both learned makeup from Mrs. Wheeler after getting caught trying to do it themselves.

- Before Nancy started dating Steve her and Aggie barely hung out except for the occasional sleepover, and that's only because Mrs. Henderson wanted Aggie to help chaperone.

- Aggie latched onto Nancy after both her and Johnathan pulled Aggie out from the Demigorgon's clutches.

- Nancy never felt more embarrassed than when Aggie laughed after being asked the question of if her and Johnathan were dating.

- Aggie calls Nancy and Johnathan lovebirds and makes bird whistling noises whenever the three of them are together.

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Steve Harrington how the fangirls wanna get you pregnant...

- (All jokes aside), Aggie and Steve didn't start talking until the Demigorgon attacked. They got along easy enough because of their mutual love of Nancy. (Aggie loves Nancy in a friendly way, Steve loves her and doesn't know how to show it because he's touch starved and used to people recoiling away from him)

- After the Halloween party happened and he left Aggie by herself by accident, he couldn't stop apologizing. Offering her rides home and buying her lunch.

- Aggie is a hugger and when she gets excited she hugs people, Steve does not know this and when she hugs him,( being touch starved) he wants to do anything to get another hug.

- The most cuddly people out of the older kids, both of them act like the kids babysitters when the kids plan on doing something they shouldn't.

- Aggie started karaoke in Steve's car because she found his cassette of an uptown girl. (Yes she sings it to him)

- Steve sings I wanna dance with somebody in his car by himself when he's waiting for Aggie after she finishes babysitting.

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Eddie Munson The Freak

- Aggie made friends with Eddie during her Freshman year because Dustin was really into DND, she wanted to try to understand what her little brother was interested in. (She liked the fantasy aspect and the numbers, hated the luck aspect.)

- How can I mention Eddie Munson without mentioning the fact that he got her into Metal. Aggie still loves her sweet little records, but she loves metal.

- Aggie absolutely tried to braid Eddie's hair, and it works sometimes not all the time. Eddie likes it on some DND sessions otherwise his har his rules.

- Eddie doesn't know how to braid hair but he does have a lot of clothes that he no longer fits and he knows that Aggie wears a lot of guy clothes. (She wears her Dad's clothes but it's the thought that counts.)

- Eddie may not do the braiding thing but he does enjoy flowers in his hair. (Makes him feel like an elven prince.)

- Aggie is an honorary Hellfire club, Eddie made it so because she was one of the few people that didn't play DND, who was actually nice to him.

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Chrissy Cunningham the best cheerleader ever...

- Chrissy and Aggie have been friends for years, (started with trading a tuna sandwich for a PB and J, now they are inseparable.)

- Aggie has cheered at every game she could for Chrissy, and it makes Chrissy all the more happier because someone she loves is there.

- Chrissy does Aggie's makeup and takes her shopping whenever either of them is free. (Aggie pays for lunch and clothes, Chrissy pays for the makeup with her allowance and some babysitting money.)

- Chrissy has some jewelry she never shares the same goes with Aggie. For Chrissy it's really expensive lockets, pearls, old family heirlooms. For Aggie it's her dad's dog tags, Chrissy has let Aggie wear her jewelry and Aggie has let Chrissy wear the dog tags for good luck during tryouts.

- Aggie and Chrissy would play fairies in the woods behind the Byer's house. They braided each other's hair and put flowers in each other's hair.

- Chrissy has tried to straighten Aggie's hair, never again, because of the amount of time and energy it takes. Curly hair takes a lot of effort to straighten.

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Billy Hargrove how the fangirls also wish to get you pregnant...

- (All jokes aside.) Billy, before he tried to run over Dustin he almost ran over Aggie. He was lucky that Aggie doesn't wear her glasses while riding her bike.

- If Aggie didn't watch kids for a living, (or have plans for her future.), she would have rocked Billy's s**t and I mean that whole heartedly. He tried to run over her brother she wanted to take out his tires, and legs.

- Aggie went to the Halloween party, when Steve and Nancy left her alone at said party, someone slipped something in her drink. Billy helped her to his car and because she was slurring he took her to his house. He helped her into the house, tucked her into the bed and layed beside her to make sure she didn't lay on her back.

- Aggie left him a twenty for gas since he let her borrow one of his shirts and he dropped her off at school.

- Does Billy obsess over the fact she's wearing his shirt while he's confronting Harrington at the Byer's home? Yes

- "You're wearing my shirt.", he looked at her, trying to play it cool despite his heart going a mile a minute. Aggie crossed her arms over her chest, "You're on my friend's driveway.", she sounded cold and he liked it. The small redhead next to Steve Harrington wearing Billy's shirt was enough to get his blood pumping.

[solarwynd]

I’m sorry if you find it strange but u want to share this with someone.

Today was so eye-opening day for me actually. You know, I’ve been a fan of BTS for 1,5 year now, but three months ago I followed pjm accounts and started this path. Today I’ve tried to recollect why did I choose to be like this?

I’ve remembered that it was when I argued with old adjuma about Jimin and his talent on YouTube. She said so many disgusting things about him under each good comment about him, it made me so angry.

And I got that you cannot be an army with Jimin as your bias. It’s only one way - if you really, truly love Jimin the only way of sincerely loving him is to be PJM. I tried to be army and biasing Jimin, but it failed because you have to live with trashy nasty taekookers that hate on Jimin 24/7, have to deal with hate from fans of hyung line that diminish Jimin’s talent - Jimin is not the best dancer because dance leader is Hoseok, Jimin means nothing for Serendipity because Rm wrote it etc. they don’t even care for him enough to DEFEND him from antis, pushing weird narratives about him without even knowing about the actual plot and busy with making those stupid jokes and videos that harm Jimin. Not to mention their weird obsession with seeing him as a weak girly-boy

“Oh look omg Jimin changed so much😭 he said that boys don’t kiss and now he said what the heck is man” they are full of lies, making this all just to get attention not even knowing the real plot behind the scenes. They set him up by himself and he still has maturity and kindness to say thank you to those who act like this.

There no way to be army and loving Jimin sincerely, you only have to become PJM or be really strong warrior and handle those fandom weirdos who shit on him every single day

The labeling of army isn’t the issue. It’s that it became synonymous with people who don’t care about jimin. There’s a lot of jimin biased people that I know of from twitter who broke away from armys and still despise solos stans. So labeling yourself as a pjm is necessarily the only route. (plus there’s a chunk of pjms who are aggy too) They just detach and refer to themselves as some other third thing. I refer myself as a “pjm” but labels don’t matter to me. I’m just a jimin stan. There’s varying degrees of how we all navigate it, but overall, we all had to get away from armys to not feel persecuted for just wanting to support jimin since they’ve made that fandom such an unwelcoming place to do that.

I do know of a few army accounts in particular who’ve been loud about being jimin biased and aren’t fake at all about it. They call armys out on their bs and everything, but they also get accused of being solos all the time so honestly there’s no winning for us. I’ll never go back into that environment.