theearthwassoup

[theearthwassoup]

reject modernity and embrace tradition. play with jpegs like dolls

[theearthwassoup]

update: i'm sorry i haven't been active recently, life hasn't been kind to me. im going to try to get all my requests done and also my wips. i love writing and i can't wait to share more with you all <3

i just want to add a few more characters to my list of people i write for: ambessa medarda, sevika, mel medarda, tywin lannister, and brienne of tarth

[theearthwassoup]

Wanna be nosy? Here's your chance.

0: Height 1: Virgin? 2: Shoe size 3: Do you smoke? 4: Do you drink? 5: Do you take drugs? 6: Age you get mistaken for 7: Have tattoos? 8: Want any tattoos? 9: Got any piercings? 10: Want any piercings? 11: Best friend? 12: Relationship status 13: Biggest turn ons 14: Biggest turn offs 15: Favorite movie 16: I’ll love you if 17: Someone you miss 18: Most traumatic experience 19: A fact about your personality 20: What I hate most about myself 21: What I love most about myself 22: What I want to be when I get older 23: My relationship with my sibling(s) 24: My relationship with my parent(s) 25: My idea of a perfect date 26: My biggest pet peeves 27: A description of the girl/boy I like 28: A description of the person I dislike the most 29: A reason I’ve lied to a friend 30: What I hate the most about work/school 31: What your last text message says 32: What words upset me the most 33: What words make me feel the best about myself 34: What I find attractive in women 35: What I find attractive in men 36: Where I would like to live 37: One of my insecurities 38: My childhood career choice 39: My favorite ice cream flavor 40: Who wish I could be 41: Where I want to be right now 42: The last thing I ate 43: Sexiest person that comes to my mind immediately 44: A random fact about anything

[theearthwassoup]

dudeeee ik ur reqs are open so why not give this a shot and see what u think abt it! since the new agatha trailer came out I CANNOT STOP THINKING ABT HERRRJDID!! so this is abt her! (plus love ur agatha content!! ive read all of em ALL OF EM)

so.. what abt a AU where agatha is the reader's manager and the reader is a famous actor? this could lead to a dark fic or just a wholesome light one! whichever u prefer ill leave it up to u!

~p.s i hope ur feeling better!! have a nice day and feel free to ignore this if u want to^^

a/n: first off, i love ur energy so much omg, and also SAME! the trailer goes through my mind 24/7 and i’m not mad about it! ooooo i love this idea!! definitely have to take creative liberties bc i’ve sadly never been famous😔 word count: 2.6k warning(s): fun fact: i am making all of these things up, if you're secretly an actor keep everything i did wrong in this fic to yourself - slight jealous!Agatha - friends to coworkers to lovers - agatha definitely knows how to communicate - all movies and characters mentioned in this are worlds/stories i have written- kinda rushed ending but then again i feel like everything is rushed - i really hope you like this! thank you so much for the ask and i am feeling a bit better 🫶🏻 - i really can't write kissing my apologies

i was the saint, you used to adore me

You remember when you first hired Agatha.

You were just beginning to dip your toes into the pool of acting, cautiously testing the waters by sending out your less than perfect resume to anyone who would accept. Agatha was the first, and only, acting manager to respond. She too was new to her field, so far only representing people who specialized in car commercials and medicine ads. She wanted a change of pace and your lack luster resume spoke to her. Some part of you still wanders why she picked to represent you, even though in the end everything worked out incredibly well, you wanted to know why she wanted to work with you.

Because now it seemed like she wanted nothing to do with you.

At the beginning, it was like the two of you couldn't be seperated. Outside of work hours, many movie nights happened, sometimes an excuse for Agatha to show you her favorite directing and acting techniques, sometimes an excuse for you to binge watch Sandra Bullock's entire cinematography. You would fill her inbox with emails of dream roles, she would fill yours with links to acting classes if the number of emails in her inbox from you exceeded 1,000.

She was your best friend.

You missed her.

If you had to pinpoint the time when she started drifting away, it was right after you landed your breakout role of Aerin Fey in the movie Pillars, which became a boxoffice hit, making nearly three times the production cost in theaters. Soon, your portrayal of the multiversal anti hero was on billboards, had sequels and contracts signed, had custom dolls on toy store shelves. It was everything you wanted, seeing little girls inspired by you as you either walked down a red carpet or passed them in the grocery store. You loved signing autographs in the signature Agatha and you spent nights perfecting. You loved taking pictures with fans, almost equally as excited as they were, after all your dream was coming true.

All you wanted was to share these moments with your closest friend but soon Agatha started only filling the manager role in your life. No longer did she appear at your door bearing tubs of ice cream to celebrate a role you had been offered, no longer did she let you cry when you lost a role you had been desperate for. Your texts and emails became dry, only notifying you of roles she had sent your portfolio in for or sending you calender invites for interviews and late night show appearances.

All this was swirling in your head as you scrolled through your old texts with Agatha, your eyes becoming watery as you went further into the messages. You sat in your living room on your large couch, a purchase Agatha practically had to force you to confirm. You still didn't understand why you needed such a large couch or house for that matter, as you were the only one living in the space. It was damn comfortable though. You let yourself sink into the cushions, your mind running wild with theories as to why Agatha suddenly cut your friendship off. Sure, you two would keep a professional appearance when seen together on the carpet but you were absolutely certain people noticed the tense atmosphere between you.

"Bitch if you don't answer this door right now I'm going to assume you're dead and call every TMZ reporter here!"

The voice of your co-star turned friend Wanda Maximoff interupted your self pity episode, making you realize that the pounding you had subconsciously been hearing wasn't a sad theme song your mind created for you. No, it was the furious knocking of the red head. You reluctantly got out of your comfy spot, slightly taking Wanda's threat seriously. You opened your door, revealing your friend holding a folder with Pillar's studio name printed on the side and a bottle of champagne. You nodded to the bottle.

"Where's the rest?"

Wanda laughed, nudging her way into your home, bumping your shoulder with hers.

"Oh so it's that kind of day."

Wanda took her place on your couch, setting the bottle on the coffee table and crossing her legs with the folder in her lap. She patted the spot next to her on your couch, a smile wide on her face.

"Now come on, we have to make sure we know the answers to questions and what not to answer!"

You groaned at the reminder of your TV appearance tomorrow. Which also meant enduring the new cold demeanor of your be-manager. Wanda seemed to read your face as you made your way to sit back on the couch. She patted your knee once you were sat, her face a mix of pity and a bit of anger for your sadness.

"Is Agatha still acting weird?"

You nodded while staying silent, not wanting to cry in front of one of your only real friends. Not yet at least.

"God that's so stupid honestly. The least she could do is tell you what's going on instead of acting like a fourth grader who's favorite swing is being used during recess. I know you love her Y/N, I'm sorry."

You both laughed and choked at Wanda's words.

She was right, you loved Agatha. You've loved her since the first time you met her and your feelings only grew and intensified as your partnership continued throughout the years.

But you'd never say it outloud. That would make it real. And if it was real, that meant the woman you loved hated you and you had no idea why.

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Agatha was leaning against the wall of your dressing room, her eyes glued to her phone as she typed furiously. You watched her in the mirror as your hair stylist put the finishing touches on the style that was supposed to look effortless. Almost as if she could feel your stare, Agatha looked up from her phone to meet your eyes in the mirror. You felt heat rise up to your cheeks as your own eyes widened, standing up a little to quickly. Realizing once you were up that you didn't have a reason for such a reaction.

Wanda burst into the dressing room, her red dress sparkling in the light.

"They want us to walk on stage together, shall we?"

Wanda held out her elbow for you to hold on to, winking in an exaggerated way. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed Agatha's intense glare at Wanda but decided that you weren't going to let your manager's weird behavior affect this interview. You hooked your arm through Wanda's, playing along.

"We shall!"

Agatha followed behind the two of you, her stare burning into the back of your neck as the two of you walked onto the stage, cuing the raging applause and cheers from the audience. Agatha stayed off-stage, watching with crossed arms and an expression that could take down the toughest of tough.

The lights were burning and bright as you and Wanda took a seat next to each other across from the interviewer. You immediately regretting your choice in seat as Agatha stood across from you in the wings, her stare like ice as it stuck to your skin. Taking a deep breath, you plastered on a wide smile as you were introduced. Purposefully ignoring Agatha, you focused on how the interviewer angeled her body towards Wanda, indictating who she would be asking a question to first.

"Ok, I got to say," Darcy Lewis, the host of this show, threw her hands in the air as if she was giving a confession, "I can't ask any questions about the movie until I get confirmation about something that's happened in your life recently, Wanda."

Wanda smirked, obviously understanding where Darcy was going, You, however, were confused, your eyes flickering between Darcy, Wanda, Agatha, and the audience, hating the feeling. Your smile stayed plastered on, not wanting to reveal your confusion. Wanda met your eyes and reached over to cover your hand with hers, her left hand on top almost purposefully. You looked down to see a beautiful ring with a braided band of gold set with a sparkling diamond of reasonable size.

"Oh my god!" You gasped out, grasping Wanda's hand and bringing it embarassingly close to your face. Wanda and Darcy laughed, the latter clapping as her vague question was answered in a hilarious way.

"I can't believe it's taken you this long to notice!" Wanda laughed out, tugging her hand back to marvel at her ring herself, "I've only been parading it around for a week!"

You flushed with embarassment, a real smile painting your lips as you covered your face with your hands. After the crowd calmed down, Wanda confirmed outloud what the ring symbolized.

"A little over a week ago, my long time partner, who I met on this set by the way, proposed to me in the park we had our first date. Oh, he was so nervous but I couldn't let him finish his speach I was so excited! Obviously I said yes."

You wanted to give your friend a giant hug but decided against climbing over the arms of the chairs, choosing to keep your dignity as you didn't want your dress to ride up too much.

Darcy continued with the interview, the air of the stage light and friendly as you and Wanda evaded questions and made jokes about being trapped in these roles until you're 90. You realized once the interview was almost over that you couldn't feel Agatha's stare on you anymore. Since you had been actively avoiding the spot she was standing in the whole time, you hadn't notice her slip away. A spark of anger lit in your chest as memories floated around your mind. What had you done that she deemed worthy enough to sever your relationship?

You were surprisingly thankful when the interview was over, everything becoming a blur as you made it back home. Wanda had a date with her fiance, Vision but told you that she wanted to get coffee the next morning. You already knew you would be needing that coffee, as you had a few pages of script to begin memorizing for a cameo scene you were doing for a spin-off show of Pillars.

You wanted to just curl up on your couch and binge watch old Disney movies but you forced yourself to walk in circles around your living room, script in hand as you acted out your scenes. A few hours in, you were getting frustrated. Your mind just wouldn't grasp the script, each line entering your mind quickly but leaving even quicker. You were about to learn how to use your fireplace just to burn the papers when your door shook with someone knocking. It was rapid, almost desperate and it sent a sense of urgency pooling in your gut. You practically ran to your door, afraid of what you would see on the other side. Did someone die? Oh god, hopefully Wanda and Vision didn't break up that would be awful-

The door swung open.

It was Agatha.

Her eyes were ablaze with an emotion you couldn't pin point, her hair was a mess but it only added to her beauty, and she was gripping her phone so hard in her hand that her knuckles were white.

You were frozen in the doorway, your eyes wide and your jaw slack. Agatha just stared back at you, her chest heaving as if she had ran all the way to your home. Blinking, you broke yourself from your trance, and against the voices in your head that sounded suspiciously like a specific redhead, stepped to the side to let Agatha in. She barged in, going to stand in front of the couch, arms crossed as she continued to stare at you. Wringing your hands, you decided you wanted to mend what was broken.

"I'm just practicing for the shoot in a week, would you help me? I can't seem to get-"

"Were you ever with Wanda?"

Her sudden question made you choke on your words and you were back to being frozen, the script falling dramatically from your hands. Agatha came to stand in front of you, her face inches from yours. Your tongue was heavy with shock and all you could do was shake your head in denial.

Why was Agatha asking this? Did she like Wanda? That would explain why she wouldn't be happy with you, as you had grown closer to the redhead throughout the years and Agatha didn't.

Something clicked in your mind, reversing your sinking stomach into nervous butterflies.

But if she liked Wanda, why would she be glaring at her? Unless, the person Agatha liked wasn't the now engaged redhead and was-

"Y/N, please, I need you to answer me."

Agatha voice contradicted her body language, her words broken and shaky, as if she was afraid of a potential answer. Her hands flexed in the postition of her crossed arms, as if she wanted to reach towards you. You took a deep breath, preparing your answer.

"Is this why you started avoiding me? Because you thought I was with Wanda? I've only ever been her friend, Agatha and we only grew as close as we are because you stopped talking to me! God, I thought you hated me!"

Agatha's eyes lost their iciness and filled with panic instead. Her hands shot out and grasped your arms.

"Hate? No, I love you! I though the giant annoucment at the interview would be that you were in a relationship with Wanda! I didn't want to ruin your relationship with her because of my feelings!."

You shrugged Agatha's hands off your arms and took a step back.

"So you ruined ours? All because you thought your feelings were unreciprocated?" Agatha's eyes lit up with hope at your words, "Wanda's been with Vision for years, all you had to do was open Google!" You had started to raise your voice towards the end, all your frustration being let out at once. Agatha shrugged sheepishly as she slowly stepped to once again be close to you.

"I didn't want to be right."

Agatha smiled nervously as she brushed a hair from your face.

"I didn't know what to do and I'm terribly sorry for how I acted. God, Y/N, it hurt seeing you with someone who wasn't me. I thought you just wanted to be friends. "

Her whispered apology melted away the ice that had been hardening your heart for protection and you reached up to cup her face in your hands. Agatha leaned into your touch, her eyes closing for a second before opening and almost blinding you with how much hope was shining towards you.

"I loved being your friend and it really hurt me when you took that away but," you smiled at Agatha, shifting to be even closer to your manager, "I would love to be even more."

Agatha smiled softly, her eyes saying everything her words couldn't. Her smile melted into a smirk as she leaned in, your hands falling from her face so your arms could wrap around her neck.

"I would really love to make up for lost time."

You barely had finished nodding before Agatha's lips crashed into yours, consuming you. Her hands now cradled your face as you kissed, her tongue battling with yours. She started walking, directing you towards the stairs, where the door to your bedroom taunted you with it being far. As the two of you stumbled up the stairs, laughter breaking the kiss, you felt Agatha tugging on your dress, the one you still hadn't changed out of. Soon, there was a trail of clothes leading to your bedroom and once you hit your bed, from the look in Agatha's eyes, you wouldn't be leaving it anytime soon.

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a/n: please tell me u liked this bc i loved writing it :) i love this AU idea and would love to expand on it in the future! i wanted this to be a one shot but the potential in this pairing could lead to a series 👀 thank you so much for reading!! hopefully my writing slump hasn't affected my writing too much but i'm going to keep practicing to get better!!

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Oh, Agatha Harkness. The things I’d let you do to me

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i bled for free, your wretched victory (1)

a/n: timeline? who's she, don't know her. i just wanted to get this idea out before i focused on my requests and WIPs lol, hopefully y'all like it! i might be beefing with marvel rn but my brain won't stop giving me ideas. also i apologize for how bad this is but it is something i want to post <3 word count: 1.3k warning(s): blood; injuries; i can't not put reader through hell sorry; really slow paced, sorry i want this to be a slowburn series prompt: when meeting a friend for coffee doesn't go to plan, you realize you've been caught up in a scheme much larger than you could ever have thought

Leaning against the wall, you listened to the footsteps behind you. Blood dripped in between your fingers as you clutched the wound at your side. The pain kept you focused, aware of your surroundings. You were tense as the footsteps passed you, the heavy falls of your attackers boots echoing through the hall. Sliding down the wall, you allowed yourself to breathe. Each breath sent shooting pain through your ribs, making you stifle your gasps with your fist. You couldn’t remember how you got here, how you went from the crowded streets of NYC to the cold sterile halls of this facility. All you remember was waiting for your friend Yelena, who you had met while serving drinks at a Christmas party, in a small cozy cafe. She wasn’t late, you were just early. You didn’t know if she ever showed up as your memory had gone blank. The gap filled with nothing opened in your memory to when you had woken up, surrounded by tubes, plastic and metal. 

“She couldn’t have gotten far, keep looking.” A male voice echoed down the hall, sending shivers down your spine and freezing you in your spot. His voice haunted your mind, fear lacing through your thoughts. You couldn’t remember why but this man was dangerous. Waiting until you couldn’t hear any words, footsteps, or even breaths, you stood up again, staggering slightly from the pain. Something told you to follow the path to your right, running was a struggle, every part of you fighting against the action. You left bloody footprints for your captors to follow but you wouldn’t let yourself think about that. A door was in front of you. A door busted wide open, the metal bent and contorted, slash marks surrounding the frame. You could’ve cried with relief. But before you could take a step outside, you felt something graze your thigh then searing pain followed. Some words were called out, a name that brought back the fear. You could feel people surrounding you from behind, slowly advancing like one would a wounded animal. 

“Now, let’s not be dramatic-” That voice. He was behind you. A burning smell filled your nostrils as you spun around, screaming and throwing your arms in front of you. The man and his men flew backwards, hitting the walls with sickening cracks. Turning back towards the door, you ran out, ignoring the feeling of rocks and broken branches piercing your feet. You clung to your side, your eyesight blurring at the edges as your blood stained your hand. It felt like centuries had passed before you saw a road, the happiness overlooking the fact that armored cars blocked it off. Panic clawed at your throat. How far did his reach go? How far would you have to run before you could escape this nightmare? You thought about staying where you were, letting your body become one with the woods but something in you pulled you to a part of the forest where you couldn’t see the cars or the militarized camp. You couldn’t see anything special, making you wonder if the blood loss was finally making you go crazy. But then you saw the static. Looking up, your eyes followed the glitches towards the sky. 

“Oh, I’m definitely going crazy.” You muttered to yourself, turning away from the wall of static, removing your hand from your side so you could hold your head in both hands, ignoring how you were getting blood on your face and in your hair. You sat on the ground in a slump, shaking your head as you continued to ignore your pain. 

“Hey! What are you doing? Get out of the way! Are you okay?” A loud shout caused you to jolt backwards, your back hitting the wall of static. Before you were pulled in, you saw a woman with glasses running toward you and a FBI agent following her, their eyes full of horror. 

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Every part of your body cried out in pain, the feeling of being torn apart and being put back together adding to the disorientation. When it stopped, you found yourself in the middle of a road. Collapsing on your knees, you started to cry, no longer able to ignore the pain. It took a minute to realize the oddness of where you were. There was no color. Everything was black and white, like the reruns of shows you used to watch with your grandparents. But when you looked at your hands, you saw tendrils of color under your skin, weaving between your veins. Orange, pink, purple, glowed until it settled into the monochrome you found yourself in. A sense of danger lingered around you, furthering your tears. 

“What the hell is happening to me?” You cried out between sobs, struggling to once more stand. Looking around, it hit you that you had nowhere to go. You had no idea where you were, no idea how long it had been since your last clear memory, you had no idea if you were even in the same state. The air around you was quiet, eerily so. You convinced yourself to start walking, heading towards the first house you saw. It looked old, it’s architecture one that you normally would admire, but now it just added to the uneasy feeling in your stomach. You headed up towards the door, your head pounding, eyes blurry with pain as you felt like your body was finally about to give out. Before you could pass out, you raised your hand to the door and knocked as loud and hard as you could. The door opened surprisingly fast, causing you to stumble backwards a bit. The woman in front of you had a look on her face you couldn’t describe, the only thought in your mind being your pain. 

“Please,” you stuttered out, gasps of breath interrupting your words, “please help me, I don’t know what’s-” 

Before you could finish what you were saying, your mind gave into the pain. Everything went dark as you collapsed. The last thing you saw before you closed your eyes was a cloud of purple wrapping around you. 

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Agatha felt the disturbance in the air before she heard the knocks on her door. She made her way up from her lair in the basement, her magic curling around her hands. It couldn’t be Wanda, she told herself, this felt like something else. Her magic sang as it felt power but quickly the excitement died down as she realized this wasn’t a magical power. This was something else, something she didn’t know. The loud knocking at her door shook her out of her confusion, but adding more to it. Surely Wanda couldn’t be making a storyline in her sleep, she couldn’t be that aware just yet. Agatha opened the door quickly, her eyes widening as she took in the image in front of her. A young woman stood barely holding herself together, blood staining her skin and matting her hair. She begged Agatha before falling to the ground, Agatha’s magic just barely catching her. Agatha brought the girl into the house, snapping her fingers bringing the two of them to the basement. Wanda wouldn’t be able to sense the disturbance here. Agatha watched as color came back to the girl's skin, gasping as tendrils of orange and pink mixed with her magic, working together to mend the injuries that riddled her skin. She knelt on the ground, pulling the young woman closer to her, watching as the wounds closed and healed. Agatha brushed her hand on the girl's face, magicking away the blood and tear tracks. A low humming noise filled the air, causing the witch to startle as she watched the runes protecting her basement thrum. They could sense the power but couldn’t contain it. Agatha’s eyes returned to the girl in her lap, running her hands through the tangled hair, an attempt to calm whatever storm she had brought into her home. 

“Who, or what, are you?” Agatha whispered, her mind racing for any explanation the Darkhold could give her. The book would’ve laughed in her face if it could, answerless as Agatha realized Westview was in more danger than she thought.

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DONT STOP TALKING ABOUT PALESTINE! DONT STOP TAKING ABOUT GAZA!

DONT LET THEM MAKE YOU FORGET!!

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don't blame me

a/n: I think this one was requested in the comments! hopefully you enjoy it! also, i made up villains sort of because my brain broke warning(s): mention of blood and injury word count: 283

Agatha looked on to your crumbled form lying still on the ground. The two of you were surrounded, asailants smirking as they continued to close in on what they thought would be a clean kill. Agatha's mind kept replaying the last few minutes, hours, taunting her with the vision of you collasping.

It was supposed to be a peaceful evening, with you and her meeting up for coffee before going to your apartment for a marathon of the original Barbie movies. But now, she watched as your blood trickled onto the pavement, staining the grey a gruesome red. She couldn't understand why you would take the blow for her, why you would risk your precious life for someone of her nature. The air surrounding her crackled with energy, encompasing the attackers. With your image burned into her eyes, Agatha conjured magic to wrap around their throats, rage fueling her energy.

Everything went dark.

Your eyes flickered open, vision blurry.

You couldn't comprehend what you were seeing.

Bodies flying, their armor and weapons being stripped from them, disentragrating in front of your eyes. A thump sounded by your ear, startling you to sit up. You scrambled away once you saw what it was. The body of one of your attackers, disfigured beyond measure, purple magic weaving beneath his skin. A booted foot kicked him away from you, your girlfriend looking down at you, concern glowing in her blue eyes.

Blood was splattered across her face as she kneeled next to you, arms reaching out to comfort you.

You'd never been more attracted to her.

As she brought you into her warm arms, she whispered in your ears.

"Don't blame me, love made me crazy."

a/n: i apologize for the cheesiness of the end and the overall writing but i thought i should come back to this series!!

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here’s weirder asks

who is/are your comfort character(s)?

lighter or matches?

do you leave the window open at night?

which cryptyd being do you believe in?

what color are your eyes?

why did you do that?

hair-ties or scrunchies?

how many water bottles are in your room right now?

which do you prefer, hot coffee or cold coffee?

would you slaughter the rich?

favorite extracurricular activity?

what kind of day is it?

when was the last time you ate?

do you love the smell of earth after it rains?

are you a parent? (all answers qualify)

can you drive?

are you farsighted or nearsighted?

what hair products do you use?

imagine we’re at a sleepover, would you paint my nails?

do you say soda or pop?

something you’ve kept since childhood?

what type of person are you?

how do you feel about chilly weather?

if we were together on a rooftop, what would we be doing?

perfume/body spray or lotion?

a scenario that you’ve replayed multiple times?

about how many hours of sleep did you get?

do you wear a mask?

how do you like your shower water?

is there dishes in your room?

what type of music keeps you grounded?

do you have a favorite towel?

the last adventure you’ve been on?

is there a song you know every word to by heart?

what’s your timezone?

how many times have you changed your url?

someone in your life, other than a relative, you’ve known for 10+ years?

a soap bar that smells good?

do you use lip balm?

did you have any snacks today?

how do you take your coffee?

an app you frequently use besides this godforsaken site?

what’s your take on spicy foods?

you get a free pass to kill anyone, who is it?

can you remember what happened yesterday?

favorite holiday film?

what was the last message you sent?

when did you first try an alcohol beverage?

can you skip rocks?

can i tag you in random stuff?

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It's my 1 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

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PLSPSLSSOSLOSSL I NEED KATE BISHOP AND SPARKS FLY the thought of us not being able to get with her for some godforsaken reason but us having undeniable chemistry makes me����🥰🥰🤣🤣🤣🤣😡😡😡😡😡👹👹👹👹🤓🤓🤓🤓🤓🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹THANK YOU SO MUCH!!

sparks fly (kate)

a/n: hi! thank you so much for this request!! I absolutely love every song on Speak Now so I hope I wrote this okay! please enjoy :) word count: 240

You felt her gaze on you as you crossed the room, navigating your way through the crowd of people. The party was something for the history books, except for the storm raging on outside. But for you, that just added an extra sense of excitement.

You could feel the music pumping through your veins, the rhythm of your heartbeat in tune as Kate appeared in front of you, holding out a hand. Taking it without a word, Kate led you to the dance floor, pulling you close to her as you danced.

As you moved to the rhythm of the music, Kate's eyes never left yours. You weaved your fingers through her hair, pulling her even closer. Your lips were almost touching before she pulled away, taking your hand in hers. She dragged you outside, where the rain was pouring. Immediately, your dress was soaked, sticking to your adrenaline pumped form.

Only a second passed when your eyes met, then Kate's lips were on yours, a dance of desperation and longing.

It was like a moment from the movies when you both pulled away, leaning your foreheads together, electricity still radiating off both of you.

Ignoring the idea of what tomorrow would bring, you let Kate once again take your hand and lead you back inside, up the winding staircase and into a secluded room.

You knew you couldn't have her, but for now you would let the sparks fly.

a/n: im sorry this took me so long! hopefully it was alright

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I forgot about my drabble series....

whoops

but hey im back now so 💀

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hi lovelies!

im sorry ive been so absent but ill be back to my drabbles and my fics in a little bit!!

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there'll be one more 'long' fic posted before I get back to my drabble series!

requests are always open! just make sure, either by checking my rules or just asking me, that im comfortable with writing what you're requesting!

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Hello 👋

hi!

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any natasha romanoff requests?

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Okay so I saw that you write for Hela and in my opinion there isn’t enough hela fics out there so could you maybe write some Hela smut? 😳 Any kinks or whatever that you think fits her

Throne

a/n: hfivgeiwryfiuehgiuhw I definitely agree with you there, it’s a crime how little fics there are for hela! Thank you so much for this request, hela could hit me with a truck and i would say thank you (also, apologies for how late this is lol)

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warning(s): |minors DNI this is smut| heavy sexy times | dom!hela | sub!reader | first time writing dom/sub dynamics (so it might be bad) | thigh riding | oral (r giving and receiving) | strap on (r receiving) | fingering (r receiving) | overstimulation | choking | soft!hela makes an appearance towards the end | im not great at writing dialogue in smut fics | hopefully this is a good read

You could die like this, you thought in a haze, as your goddess’s thighs trembled around your head. Quickly, you were loosing the ability to breathe but you found that didn’t bother you. All you could focus on was Hela’s rapid, almost frantic, movements as she ground her heat against your face, getting herself off. Occasionally you flicked out your tongue, passing through her folds with ease, basking in the soft grunt she would gift you. When you felt her thighs clench tightly, you prepared yourself for what was to follow. Soon, your goddess’s pleasure spilled onto your face, your tongue desperate to catch as much as possible. Help leaned back, lifting herself off your face, running one hand through your hair as she smiled down at you. You took in deep, sharp breaths, air filling your lungs.

“What a pretty throne you are.”

She whispered, leaning down to swipe her tongue through the cum on your cheek, the action making you whimper as heat shot down your spine. Hela kissed her way across your face until she reached your lips, devouring you, stealing the air you had just recovered. You rubbed your thighs together, whining into the kiss. Hela leaned back and raised an eyebrow.

“Do you want something?”

Her voice was sickly sweet, condescending but you merely bit your lip and nodded. Hela moved her head so she was hovering over your neck. A pale hand came to lightly squeeze as she nibbled the skin that she wasn't touching. Her lips dragged up your neck until they reached your ear. You felt her warm breath fan over your skin and you whimpered, lust forming a haze in your mind.

"Then beg."

You let out a moan as her hand tightened around your throat with her words, your thighs clenching even tighter.

"Please, please, my queen, please let me come."

You heard Hela's dark chuckle as she sat up, removing her hand from your throat. You found yourself missing the pressure.

"Hmmm, does a pretty, naughty, thing like yourself even deserve to come?"

Her teasing tone made you bite your lip as you held back a whimper and rolled your hips.

"Please, m'lady, please."

In a moment, you were pulled off your back, your face inches away from Hela's. She leaned forward and bit your bottom lip, pulling it slightly with her teeth.

"You'll come once on my thigh or not at all."

Her tone was firm but warm as she navigated you to straddle one of her thighs. You mewled slightly at the feel of your panties sticking to your skin, reaching down to pull them off. Hela caught your wrist, shaking her head.

"They stay on, now move."

You obeyed, slightly grinding your folds on her thigh, leaving streaks of your juices on her pale skin, making her thigh glisten in the light. Your moans were gentle and quite as your rocked yourself back and forth on your goddess's thigh, feeling a warm coil in your stomach after a few minutes. Hela seemed to notice the increase in your movements and lifted your head with her hand, pulling you in for a fierce kiss. You moaned into the kiss, the coil in your stomach threatening to break at any moment. Her lips were soft against yours, her tongue licking along the seam of your lips, opening them so she could devour you. When she pulled away, she smirked at the glossy look in your eyes, bringing a thumb up to brush away a strand of spit that was threatening to dribble down your chin. She leaned forward, pressing her thigh hard against your heat, whispering in your ear.

"Come."

You let out a loud moan, your hips moving frantically as the coil broke, flooding Hela's thigh with your cum. It took a few minutes for your heart rate to calm down and the aftershocks of your orgasm to stop shaking your thighs. You had leaned your head down on Hela's shoulder as you took deep breaths, her hands tight on your hips. After a few minutes, you felt one of her hands reach under your panties, swiping through your folds. She brought the fingers up to her lips and swirled her tongue around them, her eyes lighting up at your taste.

"Oh darling, I want more of that."

Her voice rumbled through her chest, making you shiver. You felt her lean you back on the bed, your body still limp from your orgasm. She nestled herself between your legs, pushing your thighs apart. Her fingers ran down your panties and she leaned forward to give a little kiss onto your folds. She peeled the cloth to the side, revealing your glistening pussy. Hela took a deep breath of your mouth watering scent before diving in. Your moans were music to her ears as she swiped her tongue between your folds, gathering your wetness on her tongue as she moaned into you. She covered your pussy with her mouth, sucking lightly as her tongue pierced into your hole, fucking you. Sadly, she moved away, to both of your disappointments, using her fingers to part your folds, revealing your sensitive nub covered by a little hood. Hela cooed before swiping her tongue over your clit, flicking it over and over as your moans grew louder. Your body was still sensitive from the previous orgasm and you felt the familiar coil growing tighter and tighter. She moved her tongue along the entirety of your pussy, stopping every now and then to fuck you on her tongue before returning her attentions to your clit. When she felt your thighs start to tremble, she smirked, pressing kisses all along your folds before wrapping her lips around your clit and sucking hard.

Your vision went white as you came into her mouth, your hips held down by her superhuman strength. When you came to, you felt her mouth still on you, not stopping for a second. You felt two of her fingers slip into your pussy, your breath catching in your chest.

"Please, m'lady, I can't-" You were cut off by a particular thrust of her fingers, the pads of them brushing lightly against your g-spot.

"You can and you will." She whispered as she brought her free hand up to pull back the hood of your clit, revealing the sensitive, throbbing organ. Smirking, she breathed lightly against it before lifting her eyes to yours, making intense eye contact. In a flash, her mouth was on you, sucking and flicking your clit as her fingers thrusted in and out of you with intense speed. You didn't even have time to feel embarrassed as your third orgasm ripped through you, your vision going dark as your back arched off the bed before slumping into the soft sheets. Hela leaned back, gently pulling her fingers out of you and giving your clit one last kiss before licking her lips. She crawled up your body, brushing sweaty hair off of your face as she pressed a kiss to your lips. Your eyes fluttered with exhaustion as you gave your goddess a small smile.

"Give me one more, my darling, and we can sleep the day away."

You wanted to protest but you felt Hela's hands caress your body so gently, letting yourself relax even further. Nodding, you turned to nuzzle yourself against her warm body. Most people would assume the Goddess of Death would be as cold as her moniker but she was a blazing furnace, a comfort of the chilly nights in Asgard. Hela pressed a kiss against your temple, rising from the bed. You let yourself rest as you waited, listening to the noise of Hela rustling through your toy box, anticipation rising within you as you wondered what she would choose. When you felt her weight once more on the bed, you opened your eyes to see Hela wearing a thick strap, black a sleek like her swords. It was just wide and long enough that you wouldn't be too sore but just long enough to hit you in all the most pleasurable places. You made grabby hands at your goddess, who chuckled as she grabbed you ankles, dragging you closer to her. The tip of the strap pressed against your opening and you whined, desperate for Hela's cock. The goddess smirked as she pressed into you, her fingers tracing ancient Asgardian texts into your skin. She let you get acquainted with the feeling of being filled for only moment before thrusting into you. It was powerful yet gentle, it wouldn't be so overwhelming if you hadn't come three times already. Hela smiled at your thriving form, tracing her hands down your body.

"I love it when you're all sensitive for me, you make the best noises." She accompanied her words with sharp thrusts, her strap hitting your spot square on. You let out a high pitched moan as Hela pulled you into her lap, into a sitting position, the strap never once falling out of you. Your mind was foggy with pleasure as you wrapped your arms around her neck, burying your face onto your arms. Hela wrapped her arms around you, thrusting up once and twice before she stopped. She ground the strap into you, rubbing against your g-spot in utter pleasurable bliss. Your moans went straight to her core, the breathiness of them hitting her ears. She rocked the two of you back and forth, grinding her hips into you. You knew the strap was also rubbing against her own pussy and you pressed your hips down, making the grinding even more pleasurable for the both of you. Hela let out a moan, gripping you tighter. You felt the familiar coil within you, burning hot from your previous orgasms and overstimulation. Hela thrust into you powerfully, one, two, three times before she reached down and pressed her fingers against your clit, rubbing it intensely.

"Come with me, my darling, come with me."

You could only follow the orders. Your body shook against Hela's as your orgasm rolled through you in pleasurable waves, exhaustion wracking through your body as you slumped against her. You felt her own body tremble slightly as she too reached completion. For a few minutes, you both sat there, taking deep breaths to calm yourselves. After a while, Hela pulled out, making you whine from the sudden emptiness. She shushed you gently, kissing your forehead and cheeks as she took off the strap. She went into the bathroom and came out with a warm, damp, washcloth. She seemed to have cleaned herself off previously as she gently cleaned between your thighs. You sighed against the gentle ministrations, sinking into the soft sheets. You felt Hela leave the bed once more before she returned, pulling you against her as she pulled the comforter over the both of you. You felt the dwindling hands of sleep pull you deeper into the bed, your eyes growing heavy. Hela pressed a kiss behind your ear, nuzzling her face into your neck as her arms wrapped around you protectively.

"Sleep, my love. I'll be here when you wake up."

a/n: wow. idk how I feel about this but I hope it was ok and thank you so much for reading! this was my first time writing for Hela so she was probably a bit OOC but anyways I hope to write for her more (if anyone would like that)