#dates agent

[blinddated]

find date, find dates, find dater, find daters, find dating, find datings, global-jobs.com, https://www.global-jobs.com

[technically-human]

Oh my gosh your art is so beautiful!! How do you think S1 Robotnik and Stone would react to seeing their S3/ S4 versions being with each other?

They're judgy

ko-fi

[mustasekittens]

get his ass cindy

[corneredcopia]

That was supposed to be their date.

[valentinebugzee]

Boom!Stone one shot where Stone and Eggman have a fight (pre relationship) and sonic tries to hook Stone up with other villains as their assistant because he truly thinks that he's overqualified to be Eggman's, it just looks like he's going on a bunch of unpleasant dates.

Meanwhile Amy and Knuckles are trying to talk it through Eggman's thick skull that he should be more appreciative of his assistant and make it up to him, through a 16 step "how to please your assistant" montage that definitely looks like a dating course.

[harrisskah]

Just a silly Idea I had to get out lol Some littles sketches of Pretendy, he probably has some lightly crossed eyes

Had to get this one out of my system lmao. Meant to draw a reaction shot of Perry and Doof but got tired :') Anyone feel free to do that

[dubiousdisco]

gerald robotnik: humanity is not worth saving, has anyone ever cared about you in your life? has anyone ever loved you?

ivo robotnik: i literally have a husband

[cumberlocked4everr]

✨Date night✨

[tiredandoptimistic]

Introducing Church and Tex from day one as exes truly was a brilliant take. Partially because I will always be an advocate for the "halfway through a shitty divorce" character dynamic, but also because it's essential to their entire story that they are never an actual couple. Whenever they're in the show together they are not romantically involved. They clearly still care about each other deeply, but their relationship has been dead for years; they just need a bit more time to accept it.

[leederpfucker]

Happy EP 4 premiere

[itsaboutbee]

Rogue: I swing both ways

Rogue: Violently

Rogue: Usually with a sword

Rogue, brandishing sword: Stabby stab stab motherfuckers

[toonirl]

First name Main last name Character

@o-berriesandhotsauce @tofudemaru

[technically-human]

How did Egg learn about Pebble asexuality?

Pebble told him

ko-fi

[demetera-kaziaik]

Day Three: Enemies and Lovers

[pedrospookie]

Hi pookie 🎀

I always think about what Jack Daniels would be like on a first date with reader after his wife’s death, maybe years have passed and he’s ready to start dating again. I could just imagine how sweet he would be when he flirts with you, trying his best to get you to like him 😭 fluffy fluff please 🩷

Hi friend!

Thank you so much for your patience while I wrote this fic— life got the best of me going into the holidays and I had some unexpected international travel on top of it all. I was determined like hell to get this finished for you today. I hope you like it!

Your Song

Jack Daniels x f!reader

a/n: not canon, jack will never be dead in my world, sorry not sorry! it’s also severely unbeta’d and completed while maxed out on mucinex so please forgive me for any plot holes or spelling mistakes. I also fear I went a lil rogue and made it a lil more sexy than sweet (I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry pls don’t hate me)

tw: mentions Jack’s dead wife & child, otherwise it’s just fluff!

As far as first dates go, this one was special. This was the first date Jack had been on since the passing of his wife and unborn son.

Sure, in his time as a Statesman he spent the night in the company of lovely women, wining and dining, gaining intel, passing the time. But Jack was a lover at heart. Beneath this rugged, suave, confident cowboy exterior was a soft, sensitive man who missed coming home to his wife at the end of a long day. His career exhausted him over time, proving to him that he could no longer run from this empty hole growing inside his chest. What was the point in fighting and risking his life if there was no one worth fighting for anymore?

After many years of service and one faked death later, Agent Whiskey hung up his hat and retired from the service. He was ready to start his life over.

And today was one of the many new firsts in this new chapter of his life. Today he was getting back on the horse and going on a date. You had caught his eye awhile back, both reaching for the last heirloom tomato at the farmer’s market. Through a small, yet friendly exchange, in which Jack let you have the last tomato, you realized that there was something there. The twinkle in his chocolate coloured eyes lit a flame in you. It took Jack a moment to accept his growing interest in you, praying that his angel in heaven would forgive him for moving on, let alone help him find the courage to ask you out. After 45 minutes of chatting in the produce section of the tiny wooden booth, and a short mosey to the cash, Jack finally found the courage to ask you on a proper date. The cool, confident cowboy was now replaced with a sweet, simple boy who wanted to get it right. You found his nervousness endearing, the way he fiddled with his moustache while trying to spit out the words to invite you out. How could you say no to those big brown puppy dog eyes? It was decided. The following Friday, Jack would swing by your place to pick you up for your first date: drinks at the local watering hole. If he was lucky, maybe you’d even let him have a dance by the ol’ jukebox.

At the respectable time of 7pm— sharp —Jack arrived with a gentle knock at your door. The anticipation was slowly knotting in his stomach, him frantically trying to untangle each worry and nerve until his attention turned with the sight of you standing in front of him. Jack could have caught flies with the way his mouth was hanging open, basking in your beauty. The silhouette of your dress flowing ever so gently among the evening breeze, causing his heart to race in his chest and pulse to quicken. The gentle flowers on the fabric trickled down just above where the hem of your skirt kissed your knee. Jack could feel his cheeks redden as he tried to look away, but simply couldn’t.

“Darlin’, you are gorgeous.” He breathes, clasping a firm hand to his chest as he tries to catch his breath, shooting you a look that makes butterflies soar in your tummy and knees buckle softly beneath you. His big brown eyes pooling into you, trying to take you in under the glow of the setting sun and dull porch light.

The hazy bar was filled with the regular crowd. The hum of people murmuring about their day filled the space, loud enough to drown out the music playing the background, but quiet enough to enjoy a conversation with the person in front of you. Jack had grabbed you both a drink, smirking as he asked you to pick your poison and shooting you a cheeky wink from the bar. After a couple of rounds, small talk and a shared bowl of peanuts, influenced by the liquor you’d consumed, you felt brave.

“How ‘bout a lil wager, cowboy?” You chirp, chewing softly on the straw of your drink, eyes focused on Jack’s as his fingers slowly twine themselves in yours, resting on the sticky wooden table top.

He smirks, his moustache following the coiling trail of his lips. Jack had never been one to back down from a bet, he wondered if it was too soon to show his competitive side, this was the first date after all.

You raise a single eyebrow, eagerly awaiting his reply. Jack tilts his head with a crooked smile, intrigued by your proposition and encouraging you to share what plagued your mind.

“If you can figure out how to take these coins off of this bill,” you muse, making the cotton bill taught, “only using only one hand, then the twenty is yours.” You smile, placing the twenty dollar bill on top of Jack’s empty beer bottle and stacking the spare change from the counter on top.

“And if I don’t?” He asks, seduction curling around his tone, like smoke off of a rich cigar. Jack’s dark eyes fall on you, his gazing piercing yours with a focus so intense that it sends a warmth through your belly.

You could feel your mouth go dry, suddenly very aware of your tongue and the words you are trying to choke out. Jack had taken your breath away with this sharp turn, from southern sweetheart to cowboy Casanova. In need of moisture, you clear your throat, averting your gaze from his to try and gain composure over yourself.

“Then the next round is on you.” You murmur, bringing your eyes up to meet Jack’s again, feeling yourself wanting to back away and draw first in this unspoken showdown.

“Hm…I think I could raise those stakes.” he smirks, leaning back on his bar stool. “If I don’t figure out your little party trick, then the next round is on me, darlin’.” Jack says confidently, bringing your free hand up to his mouth, pressing a soft kiss to the delicate skin. “But if I do, then you can keep your twenty.” He adds, shrugging as if it were a matter of fact.

“Keep my twenty? You don’t want twenty dollars?” You scoff, playfully pulling your hand away from his as you reach for another sip of your drink, using this opportunity to ground yourself during this intense kinetic exchange.

“Nah, you keep it sugar.” Jack’s sly smile creeps up his face as he leans in, resting his chin on his hand, supported by his elbow which was now glued on the sticky table.

“Come on there’s gotta be something you want, something to wager?” You instigate, trying to rev that fire growing in your belly, eyes narrowing as you try to intimidate the cowboy. Proving to him that you aren’t going to back away from him now.

He thinks for a second, pretending to come up with this idea on the spot, snapping his fingers to indicate his little eurika! moment. Little did you know, this is what Jack had wanted from the very moment you made this little bet.

“There is.” His dark, raspy tone murmurs, further coaxing your curiosity. Jack slowly leans closer, his scent swirling off of him; notes of amber, leather, musk and cinnamon, a delicious combination that makes your head feel light and knees weak.

“More valuable than twenty dollars? Cause that’s all I’ve got.” You whisper, the facade fading as you feel yourself slowly submitting to Jack and his dark gaze.

“Darlin’, it’s much more valuable.” He says softly, grazing your ear with his moustache. His calloused finger brushing a piece of fallen hair behind your ear.

“And what would that be?” You breathe, the words barely coming out louder than a whisper.

“A dance with you.” He nods towards the jukebox towards the back of the bar.

This was the one moment in a long time where Jack was thankful for his training. Without breaking eye contact, he playfully tugged on the dollar bill, pretending to pull it out from the side. For a moment, you thought you had Jack fooled— another man falling for your cute bar trick. The feeling of the last few rounds was already making its way up your body, a warm, cozy feeling wrapping itself around you. There was certainly no need for another round, and who were you kidding? Jack had already paid for every round until this point and you had a sneaking suspicion that regardless of outcome, he would insist on paying for another.

Faking a deep sigh, Jack licks his finger and swipes down on the dollar bill, freeing it from the mismatched metal weighing it down. With a smirk and the tip of his hat, he hands you back your twenty dollar bill, trying to repress a chuckle. The look on your face was priceless and all he needed in return for foiling your trick.

“Pick a song, darlin’.” He says, handing you a handful of quarters, leaning up against the fluorescent machine. You press the cool metal in as you try to think of the perfect song, nothing too cheesy or outdated, but just right.

The melodious sound of a piano playing a familiar tune starts to flow out of the jukebox. Jack’s eyes grow wide with pride as he starts to recognize the song. A flushed feeling floods your cheeks, as he reaches his large, calloused hand out, offering yours a spot in his palm.

It’s a little bit funny, this feeling inside,

I’m not one of those who can easily hide

You slowly find your rhythm with Jack’s guidance, his firm yet gentle grip guiding you around the jukebox, building your confidence and chuckling softly anytime you would mutter a sheepish apology after stepping on his foot.

“I didn’t know you knew how to dance.” You breathe out softly, finally making eye contact with him.

A soft chuckle leaves his lips as he leans in closer to you, your body pressing tighter into his chest. “Then there’s a lot you don’t know about me, darlin’.”

You could feel his smirk against your ear, eyes locking as he pulled away from your close embrace.

And you can tell everybody

This is your song

It may be quite simple but,

Now that it’s done

His gaze was magnetic, dark yet sweet, delicious like molasses with an affinity to coax you in. His thick, rugged hands held yours with a featherlight touch and the gentlest pressure on your lower back as he guided you around the floor. This moment was trance-like, as if you were the only two people in the bar. There was something enchanting about Jack Daniels, his ability to make you feel like the only girl in the world was dizzying. With the faintest touch, or twinkle of his eye, he had you hook, line and sinker.

It was refreshing to be out with a man like Jack — an actual man, one who wasn’t afraid of sharing his feelings with you, a man who was respectful and appreciative of you, a man who found the balance of southern chivalry and the ability to roll with the new age. With every twang of his southern drawl, your heart crept closer and closer to his. You couldn’t take your eyes off of him and those deep brown eyes, the ones that were gazing at you longingly, studying the precious features of your face.

Unbeknownst to you, Jack was drinking you in.

You had kindled something in him, something long repressed from his past and aching to explode to the forefront. The way you smiled at him made him tongue tied, he knew you were beautiful from the moment he met you, but getting to experience your beauty up close was astonishing. He tried to stifle the growing flames in his belly, employing his fear to extinguish these feelings but it only stoked the fire more, sending those flames burning. God, he wanted to kiss you so badly. He had from the moment you opened that door.

You notice a cheeky look across the cowboy’s eyes, his guiding hand slowly pushing you back from your resting place on his chest. Suddenly, the entire bar was spinning around you, once, then twice, and then you were back home in your place on Jack’s firm chest. His eyes asking for forgiveness in a childish, playful way.

I hope you don’t mind

I hope you don’t mind

That I put into words

How wonderful life is while

You’re in the world

Completely enraptured by one another until the sound of a wild guitar solo brought you back down to earth, the song you shared long gone and replaced by the sounds of an 80’s hair band.

A smooth Casanova through and through, Jack slowly presses his hand to your back and he slowly lowers you into a dip, your arm gripping tighter onto the back of his neck, using his taught chest as an anchor. Jack’s lips are now inches from yours, his moustache ghosting over your bottom lip, as if he were testing the waters faintly before bringing you back up to your feet.

You couldn’t decipher the soft look in his eyes, the warm brown tone being taken over by the dark pools of his irises as his thumb traces the contour of your full lips. His hot breath skimming the surface of your face, his mouth desperate and hungry for something.

A slow smile grows on your face, grateful for the liquid courage, slowly pulling his face closer to yours, lips inches from yours.

“You know, Jack…this is the part where you’re supposed to kiss me.” You whisper softly, granting the old fashioned man permission, subconsciously knowing what his eyes had been asking. Within milliseconds, his plush lips crashed onto yours, wrapping you into a passionate embrace. The taste of mint, whiskey and something inherently Jack on his lips. You couldn’t get enough of it.

Jack slowly breaks the kiss, pressing his forehead gently to yours as he catches his breath. His stomach filled with butterflies, dragonflies and ladybugs, anything lovely and sweet that reminds him of you, going absolutely wild from the simple touch of your lips. You were magic, like a drug Jack had so deeply yearned for all of these years, and he couldn’t get enough of you. He said a silent prayer of gratitude, in complete and utter disbelief to have this second chance at love in this life. He wasn’t going to take you for granted.

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[ragnarockz]

Agatha All Along Week Day 2: Fake Dating/Marriage

Summary: It doesn't hurt to lie about your wedding anniversary to get a free dessert does it? It doesn't hurt to keep pretending you're married to celebrate your anniversary night does it?

Pairings: Detective Agnes O'Connor/Agent Vidal

Rating: Mature (NSFW)

Inspo: White Wedding by Billy Idol

*Italicized parts are lyrics from song inspo above*

@agathaallalongweek

"I hope you two have a wonderful anniversary!"

Agnes stopped mid-chew of her steak as the waiter placed down a plate with expensive looking cake and two dessert forks for them to share. There was a lit sparkler shoved right in the middle of the dessert; Vidal beamed up at the waiter and gave him their thanks. Agnes waited for them to be alone once more before swallowing the chunk of meat in her mouth.

"Oh, come on...free cake!"

Vidal whispered as she picked up the dessert fork to dig in. She waited for the sparkler to die out before removing it and placing it onto her napkin. Agnes finished chewing and swallowed her dinner, nodding her head as her eyebrows rose up questionably.

"Anniversary of?..."

She put her fork down and stared at the dessert fork in front of her, wondering if she should play into whatever little game Vidal was playing here. The restaurant was highbrow enough and now for sure, they were going to be deemed suspicious if they ever came back here and pulled the same stunt again.

"Of us, silly...come on, have some of our anniversary cake...we are celebrating oh...how long as it been, my handsome wife?"

Vidal smiled before scooping up another little piece of cake and popping it into her mouth. She closed her lips around the fork and smiled again. She loved nothing more than to push Agnes' buttons and make her squirm just a little; filling her mind with thoughts that were usually borderline inappropriate. She knew 'wife' would strike a different nerve altogether and was right about it as she watched Agnes adjust the collar of her shirt.

"Depends on who you ask, doesn't it?"

Agnes finally picked up the dessert fork but hesitated as she continued to watch Vidal enjoy herself. Obviously this was more than just a ruse to get free cake; Vidal always had other motives for doing things like this. Usually, Agnes mused as she swiped up a piece of cake with her fork, it meant that Vidal wanted to push some sort of limit they had never pushed before.

"Well...we should finish up and head back home, shouldn't we? Anniversary nights and whatnot..."

Agnes scoffed as she set her fork down and nodded her head; mind already churning with what could possibly await them when they got home. Vidal was without a doubt up to something and now Agnes was burning to know exactly what.

There ain't nothin' sure in this world/There ain't nothin' safe in this world

Agnes parked the car in their driveway and waited for Vidal to get out before she got out and locked the car behind them. Vidal was making her way up the walkway to the front door; taking care not to trip on the stones with her heels. Agnes was right behind her with a cautious hand outstretched just in case Vidal stumbled back.

"Let me get the door for you..."

Agnes quickly offered as Vidal stopped in her tracks, letting Agnes move by her to fish her keys out of her pocket to open the door. Vidal eyed Agnes up and down; smiled at the thought that the woman standing in front of her with her dress pants and dress shirt was all hers.

"You should carry me inside, Romeo...it is our anniversary after all..."

Vidal was only half teasing with her words as Agnes half turned just enough to allow Vidal to walk past her and inside. But, Vidal stood there and sized up Agnes instead. The detective could feel her face flush as she took the liberty now to glance over Vidal and the always beautiful, always stunning dress and heel combination she would piece together for nights out like this. Agnes swore it was her superpower to always look so fucking good without even having to try.

Agnes moved swiftly back to her position behind Vidal but closer; close enough to bend her knees and lift Vidal up into her arms. Vidal fell into it with ease, with knowing. She allowed Agnes to carry her bridal style into the house. She watched over Agnes' shoulder as the detective used the back of her foot to close the door behind them as they now stood in the hallway. Vidal turned her head so that she was looking at the side of Agnes' face. The agent leaned in and gently pressed a kiss to Agnes' temple.

"Take me up to bed, handsome..."

There ain't nothin' pure in this world/I look for something left in this world

Agnes put Vidal down when they got to their bedroom. She set her down and stood there still, watching Vidal stare into her eyes with nothing but love. Agnes bit her lip as she didn't dare pull her gaze away; some different spark had been ignited between them and Agnes wanted to see now where it would go.

Vidal slipped her heels off before turning herself around so her back was to Agnes. Silently, she brought her right arm up behind her back; signaling silently for Agnes to help her with the zipper. The detective sucked in a breath as she took a step forward and took the metal pull between her fingers before slowly sliding it down. The zipper ended just past the small of Vidal's lower back.

Agnes watched as Agent Vidal slipped out of her dress; watched it slink and bunch to a heap on the floor around her feet. She stepped out from it with her heels still on and turned back around to face Agnes.

"I thought white would be appropriate..."

Agnes' eyes went wide as she realized the underwear set Vidal was wearing. White lace that was purposefully revealing and purposefully see-through in all the right places. Agnes licked her lips without thinking about it as she soaked Vidal up. All of this for a fake anniversary?

"Hey..."

Vidal nodded as she watched Agnes' facial expression change from confusion to realization; watched as the detective's face went from uncertainty to full blown lust. Vidal smiled as she took the opportunity to walk backwards slowly until she felt the back of her legs hit their bed. She hoisted herself up slowly; shoes and all and brought out her right hand with her pointer finger curled. She beckoned Agnes to follow.

And Agnes did; of course she did.

She walked towards the bed until she stopped right in front of it; her shins hitting the frame. Vidal sat up on her knees as her other hand came up to join her right to undo the buttons on Agnes' dress shirt. Vidal started from the bottom and worked her way up until she was at Agnes' neck.

Agnes felt Vidal's finger slip in between the notch of her tie before loosening it so she could yank it apart with one pull. Vidal collected it in her hands before she threw it around Agnes' neck. Agnes shrugged her shirt off and felt Vidal yank down on the tie; pulling Agnes down closer and at the same time, making the silk around her neck tight.

"You like that, handsome? You like that feeling of..."

Vidal's words slipped away as she quickly used both of her hands to tie a knot and pull the ends until it pressed hard against Agnes' throat. She watched as the detective's eyes widened and her fingers curled and grip the sheets besides Vidal.

"...me tying the knot? Oh, I bet you do..."

Vidal pulled even tighter and watched Agnes' eyes close and mouth open. The two of them weren't that big into choking or being choked but when the opportunity arose; Vidal was there to take it so long as Agnes was willing to receive it.

"We should do this more often...you and me, posing as a married couple...we could even get rings to wear when we go out...to work..."

A choking sound filled the bedroom as Agnes tried to reply despite her neck being compromised by compression. She felt like her nails were going to burrow holes through the sheets with how hard she was gripping onto the fabric; trying to get some semblance of balance as she hung over Vidal.

It was sudden but Agnes felt the ease around her neck for a hot second before it came again. She opened her eyes to see that Vidal had made one end of the tie longer that was still in her hand and the other end short and almost knotted around her neck. Agnes was going to open her mouth to speak until Vidal beat her to it.

"Kneel."

And Agnes did; of course she did.

She moved down as much as she could before she watched Vidal shift herself and slink off of the bed to stand in front of Agnes; the toe of her heel against Agnes' knees. She pulled on the tie which forced Agnes to look up at her; Vidal's dark hair and the stark white of her underwear set. Agnes felt like her brain was going to explode with so many different sensations and emotions rushing through her.

"Do you like being my wife?"

And Agnes nodded without a second thought.

"Do you like belonging to me?"

And Agnes nodded a second time and felt the burn of the carpet on her knees.

"Do you like it when I use you?"

And Agnes nodded for a third time as she felt the tie get tighter around her neck as Vidal started to move her legs.

Agnes would have to follow and she knew it.

Nothing but hot shame filled her and then a quick release of desire as she crawled along the carpet. She knew Vidal was smirking at her as she led her around the room; around the bed to the other side. The corner of the room where the standing mirror was placed; Vidal wanted to show her off this way.

Agnes lifted her head to look up at herself in the mirror, to see her position. She could see the flush in her cheeks and felt the burn behind her skin. The length of the tie was up and behind the back of her head to where Vidal was holding onto the other end.

"Do you see that, Agnes? How handsome you are when you're down on your knees for me and only me?"