#They need to release some pictures of Mary

[minghio]

They drop some photos of the s2 of OFMD and i already seeing myself obsessing over the women that we won this season

[dr-spectre]

I watched this YouTube shorts video which has over 100k likes on it where it basically went "oh the Splatoon fandom is weirdddddd!!! It has weird porn in it guys!!! Isn't that crazy?!?! It's so toxic guys!!! They found ways to weaponise racism guys!! They are so vile about splatfests guys!!!! They are gooning to splatoon characters!!! They are kids!!"

I hate to break it to you dude but.... that's literally every fanbase in existence.

Every single fandom on planet earth has weird porn in it. Splatoon is no different. Is it fucking weird to goon over the player Inklings and Octolings as they are confirmed to be under 18? YES! VERY VERY WEIRD AND THAT BEHAVIOUR NEEDS TO GET CALLED OUT!!!!!! But a large majority of fans who engage in NSFW content are looking at the Idols and other adult characters, not the literal teenagers. Plus adult Inkling and Octoling ocs do exist, i should know BECAUSE I MADE MY OWN!!!!!

Also do not judge people's fetishes unless it's actively harming someone or it's illegal. That's wrong on so many levels. Stop making people feel guilty about what they are into man. If someone wants to make an NSFW art piece with Marie's feet then I'm not gonna judge them publicly for it. That's straight up rude and the guy in the video was basically doing that by showing some stolen fetishy art and adding an "eww" audio clip on it... Fuck off dude. Leave them alone.

He also got the release year of Splatoon wrong by saying 2013 instead of 2015.... Not the worst mistake but still... Kinda paints a picture on how much he truly cares about this franchise you know?

One of his points can be boiled down to "they are using splatfests as a way to weaponize racism." What the FUCK are you talking about? The last time i remember a Splatfest being toxic was in Splatoon 1 with CALLIE VS MARIE! THAT WAS REALLLLLLLL BAD! Other than that it's been friendly jokes and little jabs at the enemy teams. He fucking used this terrible video as a way to demonstrate his point too....

Every Splatoon fan on the planet doesn't like that video, It just comes off to me as so disingenuous.

Also fun fact! SPLATOON 1 TO 3 HAD UNDERLYING THEMES ABOUT RACISM WITH THE INKLINGS AND OCTOLINGS!!!!!! Splatoon 1 was about the introduction of that idea and it was very black and white with hints of grayness found in the sunken scrolls. Splatoon 2 was about making it more gray as Callie joined the Octarians and THE ENTIRETY OF OCTO EXPANSION!!!!!!!!!!! Splatoon 3 was the conclusion to that theme with DJ Octavio helping out the NSBS and Octolings co-existing with Inklings peacefully. But did he bring that up? NOPE!!!!!!!

Trying to paint the Splatoon fandom as some "toxic trojan horse" is just... fucking wrong. There are plenty of fandoms out there that are 100x worse than Splatoon's. The Splatoon community is extremely diverse and sure there are issues that need to fixed and yes there is racism. The Splatoon community is leagues above any other shooter game community by far. Play a bunch of quick play matches of Overwatch or TF2 to see what I'm saying. You're gonna be seeing the n word more times than a Quintin Tarantino movie.

Also he talked about peak character design in the Splatoon games, and the one character he mentioned was.... Big Man... The only male Idol and not anyone else. That just seems a bit.... suspicious to me...

[mymindcreatedthis]

Horny Earps (18+)

Mary Earps x Reader

Word count: 3,957

Warning: smut, Dirty talk, Unprotected sex, Blow job, Throatpie, Squirting, Creampies, Clit teasing, Pussy slapping, Mary getting head, Mary Receiving, positions: Riding, Missionary, on side.

*Y/n's pov*

It was the 4th day of camp. Mary and I are roommates this camp, we've been talking and bonding and getting closer and becoming really good friends. It was game night, we were in our room. It was our turn to host it, I was messing around on my phone scrolling through Reddit. Mary was in the shower.

Fuck Mary's ass looked really good in some of these pictures. I adjust my shorts as I feel myself start to get hard.

"Fuck, not now. The girls will be over soon." I say to myself.

I turn off my phone and try to calm down a bit. After a little while my boner goes away and there's a knock on the door. I set my phone off to the side and get up. I open the door

Ella, Alessia, Lucy, Leah, Millie and Rachel are all standing there. I giggle and move to the side to let them in.

"Come on dorks, get in here." I say.

They laugh and come in, I close the door behind them and lock it, we all sit down. Some of the girls sit on the bed and sit in the ground.

"So what do you have in mind for game night?" I ask them.

Leah smirks. "7 minutes of heaven."

I shrug. "Sure." The bathroom door opens and Mary comes out.

"Oh hey girls." Mary says.

We giggle and greet her. Leah speaks up again.

"But we switched it up though. We wrote down names, the names are in the red solo cup. Rules are simple, we will draw 2 names from the cup. The two names who are pulled will go into the bathroom for 7 minutes of heaven. Someone will set a timer on their phone for 7 minutes. Once the time is up someone will knock on the doors." Leah smirks.

Leah smirks at me and leans over a bit. "Y/n will you do the honors and draw the first 2 names?" Leah asks.

I reach into the cup and pull out 2 names. I look at the two pieces of paper and read the names.

"Rachel and Ella." I say reading the names out loud.

Ella blushes darkly as she hears me call her name. Rachel smirks and gets up, she grabs Ella's hand and they both go into the bathroom they close the door behind them and lock it.

I grab my phone and start the timer. Mary nudges my elbow, I look over at her. She smiles and kisses my cheek.

"Hey love." Mary says.

I smile. "Hey beautiful."

Mary smiles and looks at me. "You think you and me will get drawn here soon?" Mary asks.

I shrug. "I don't know." I reply.

I was hoping that we would be drawn here soon. My dick is throbbing and I really need a release.

"Fuck Rachel, I'm close." We hear Ella moan.

We all giggle the timer goes off. I get up and knock on the door. "Times up."

The door opens and a very flustered Ella appears. Her face was red and she was blushing darkly as she was putting her shorts back on. Rachel wipes Ella's juices off her face and chin and sucks her juices off her fingers.

They both sit down. I hand the cup to Rachel. "Your turn to pick the next 2 names."

Rachel smirks and takes the cup. "Thanks love." Rachel reaches into the cup and pulls out two names. Rachel smirks and looks up at me.

"Y/n and Mary." She says.

I blush darkly, Mary smirks and grabs my hand and leads me into the bathroom. She closes the door behind us and locks it.

Mary turns to me and immediately smashes her lips against mine. I'm shocked at first but start kissing back. I place my hands on her ass and squeeze it.

Mary moans in the kiss, Mary lowers her hand and rubs my bulge over my shorts. I moan in the kiss. Mary smiles against my lips.

She gets on her knees, she lowers my shorts and boxers, my dick springs out once it's freed from its confinement.

Mary kisses my dick. I moan as she does this. "Mmm so big." She says, she wraps her hand around my dick and slowly starts to stroke my dick.

I moan and close my eyes. Once I'm hard Mary takes my dick in her mouth.

"Mmm fuck." I moan as she slowly bobs her head. I moan and hold her hair up as she continues to give me head. "Fuck.... Mmm just like that." I moan.

Mary hums against my dick and bobs her head faster. "Fuck Mary."

Mary words her arms around the back of my legs and pulls me closer to her as she bobs her head faster sucking the soul out of my dick.

I moan and hold my hair up as she continues to suck my dick. I moan loudly in pleasure as I feel myself getting closer to cumming.

"Mmm Mary baby I'm close." I moan.

After another minutes of an amazing blow job I feel my balls tighten.

Throat pie #1:

I can't take it anymore, I bust my load in her mouth. Mary chokes and gags a bit as I cum in her mouth. Mary swallows my load and sucks me dry cleaning up the rest of my cum.

My dick falls from her mouth. Mary giggles. "Mmm that was some good dick. You taste amazing daddy."

I smirk. "Yeah? You like daddy's dick in your mouth?"

Mary giggles and nods. She comes back up and kisses me, I moan in the kiss as I taste myself on her lips.

"Mmm wanna do Netflix and chill and explore the bed sheets?" Mary asks rubbing my dick.

I moan and nod. "Fuck yes, after the girls leave. Your ass is Mine." I say.

"Mmm I can't wait." Mary says and kisses me.

I smile and kiss back, I hear the time go off and there's a knock on the door. "Times up." Rachel says.

We open the door to the bathroom and join the girls. We sit back down and I hand Mary the cup since it was now her turn to draw the next two names.

Mary reaches into the cup and pulls out 2 names. "Lucy and Rachel."

Ella giggles. "This should be interesting they're both Doms." Ella says teasing Lucy and Rachel.

Lucy and Rachel go into the bathroom. They close the door nd locks it, Mary starts the timer on her phone. We hear moaning coming from her bathroom.

"Mmm fuck Rach." We hear Lucy moan.

We giggle when we hear Lucy moaning Rachel's name. After 7 minutes the timer goes off.

Mary gets up and knocks on the door. "Times up."

The door opens. Rachel wipes Lucy's juices off her face and chin. Lucy was blushing darkly and putting her panties and shorts back on. We continue the game after a few more rounds of the game the girls decide to call it a night and leave.

It was 10:30 pm now. Mary follows the girls to the door, Mary says good night and closes the door behind them and locks it. I smirk and move behind her, I Kiss her neck from behind.

My hands slip up her shirt, I scratch and trace her abs a bit roughly scratching them with my fingers. Mary moans as I do this, I smirk and continue to kiss her neck.

My hand slips in her panties and shorts and rub her folds. "Mmm fuck." Mary moans and leans back against me as I slip in a finger and slowly finger her.

"Mmm take off my clothes." Mary moans as I continue to finger her.

I giggle, I slide her shorts and panties down her legs and tosses them off to the side. I pick her up, Mary giggles and squeals as I do this.

I lay her on the bed, Mary spreads her legs giving me full access to her pussy, I lay between her legs. I take off her shirt and bra and toss them off to the side.

I kiss from her neck down to her chest, I kiss and suck in her boobs leaving hickys. Mary moans as I do this, I kiss her boobs down to her stomach/ abs. I kiss and suck on her abs leaving hickys,

Mary moans and runs her fingers through my hair. I playfully tug at her shirts silently asking for permission. Mary nods. "Take them off."

I slide her shorts and panties down her legs and toss them off to the side. I run my fingers through her folds. She moans as I do this.

"You're soaking wet baby." I say.

"All for you baby." Mary says.

I smirk, I kiss from her abs down to her thighs. I kiss and suck on her inner thighs. Mary moans she grabs my head and pushes my head to where she needs me the most. I lick her folds, Mary moans and rubs her fingers through my hair.

I didn't know what Mary was into so I was just winging it. Mary moans as I slip in a finger and slowly finger her as I lick her folds and roll my tongue on her clit.

"Oh fuck, it's so good." Mary moans.

I slip in a second finger, I finger her faster. Mary moans and rests her legs on my shoulders. I stick my tongue deep in her pussy eating her out.

"Fuck....Fuck....Fuck. I'm gonna cum." Mary moans.

I finger her faster and faster as I eat her out rolling my tongue on her clit adding different pressure sending Mary over the edge. Mary cums on my face and in my mouth and on my fingers. Mary's legs shake and buckle in pleasure.

I help Mary ride out her high. I lick and clean up her sticky mess. I lick her juices off my fingers and wipe her juices off my face. I lick her folds cleaning up the rest of her cum.

Mary moans and lays there panting and trying to catch her breath I come back up and kiss her deeply. Mary moans as she tastes herself on my lips.

"Mmmm you really know how to eat pussy." Mary says.

I smile. "You taste amazing baby."

I make out with her, Mary takes off my shirt and bra and tosses them off to the side. Mary flips us around, I'm now on bottom and she's now on top. She kisses me deeply, I melt into the kiss and moan in the kiss as she rubs my bulge over my shorts.

Mary smirks against my lips Mary kisses and sucks on my neck. I moan and squeeze her ass. I moan as she leaves hickys on my neck. She kisses my neck down to my chest and boobs. Mary kisses and sucks on my chest leaving hickys.

I moan and dig my nails into her ass. Mary smirks, she rubs my bulge over my shorts. She kisses and sucks in my boobs I moan and play with my boobs. She kisses my boobs down to my stomach/abs.

Mary kisses and sucks on my abs leaving hickys. I moan and run my fingers through her hair. Mary kisses to my shorts and stops, she playfully tugs at the waist band of my shorts silently asking for permission.

"Take them off baby." I say.

Mary slides my shorts and boxers down my legs and tosses them off to the side. Our clothes littered and scattered around on the floor around the bed.

Mary kisses my abs down to my thighs. Mary kisses and sucks on my inner thighs leaving hickys. I moan, Mary massage my balls. I moan in pleasure as she does this.

Mary slowly strokes my dick. "Fuck baby you're huge." Mary says checking out my dick.

Once I'm hard Mary takes my dick in her mouth. I moan as Mary slowly bobs her head, my tip hitting the back of her throat.

I moan and hold her hair up in a ponytail as she bobs her head a bit faster and plays with my balls.

"Mmm fuck, it feels so good." I moan in pleasure as she hums against my dick.

Mary wraps her arms around the back of my thighs and bobs her head a bit faster. "Mmm fuck baby. Ah right there just like that."

I moan as Mary continues to give me head and suck the soul out of my dick. She strokes the bottom on my dick as she continues to bob her head and play with my balls.

I feel myself getting closer to cumming. "Mmm Mary...baby I'm close." I moan in pleasure.

Mary hums against my dick as she bobs her head faster and faster than before.

"Ah.... Fuck fuck." I moan my legs shake and buckle in pleasure.

Mary bobs her head faster and continues to stroke my dick as she plays with my balls. I moan as I feel that all to familiar feeling in my balls.

"Mary baby I'm gon-"

Throat pie #2:

I'm unable to warn her in time. I bust my load in her mouth, Mary chokes and gags a bit as I cum in her mouth.

Mary swallows my load and sucks me dry. Mary cleans up the rest of my cum and swallows it. My dick falls from Mary's mouth. Some of my cum drips from her mouth and down her chin.

"Mmm you taste amazing." Mary moans.

I blush darkly. "T-Thanks." I stutter.

Mary smirks and straddles my lap. "I'm not done with you yet. I want your load deep inside my pussy." Mary says seductively.

Fuck that may have been the hottest thing I've heard. Mary straddles me she lines my dick up with her pussy. Mary puts my tip in her and slowly sinks down I. My dick taking my length deep inside her.

We both moan as I'm deep inside her pussy. Mary grabs my boobs and takes a moment to adjust to my size.

"Fuck I thought you were big in my mouth. I feel so full with you deep inside me." Mary moans.

Me and Mary both moan as she slowly slides up and down on my dick. "Mmm fuck, so wet and tight." I moan in pleasure.

Mary slides up and down on my dick faster and faster. "Mmm fuck daddy you're really deep in there." Mary moans.

Her skin slaps against mine as our moans fill the room. I moan and spank her ass. Mary moans and goes faster and harder.

"F-Fuck." I moan in pleasure.

Mary moans and massages my boobs as she keeps riding my dick going harder. "Gah fuck, it feels so good." Mary moans.

"Mmm you Like that baby? Daddy's dick deep inside you stretching you out?" I ask.

Mary moans and grips the top of the head board. As she goes faster and faster. "Fuck daddy, I love it. I love you stretching me out." Mary moans.

I moan loudly as I feel myself getting close to cumming. "Gah Mary, slow down a bit. I'm gonna cum." I moan in pleasure.

Mary cutely giggles and moans. "That's the point baby. I'm gonna drain your balls and collect every drop of your cum." Mary says.

Fuck that may have been the hottest thing I've heard. I moan and watch Mary as she continues to ride me.

"You close baby? You gonna bust your load deep inside my pussy?" Mary asks seductively.

"Mmm I'm gonna pump you full of cum." I moan in Pleasure.

Mary grips the head board tightly and rides my dick faster and harder. I moan loudly in pleasure as I feel myself getting close to cumming.

"Mary baby, I'm gonna cum." Loudly in pleasure.

Creampie #1:

I moan in pleasure. I can't take it anymore, I bust my load deep inside her. Mary moans and cums all over my dick, we both moan as o continue to shoot ropes of cum inside her and paint her walls white. We both moan as I continue to pump her full of cum.

Mary gasps and moans as I continue to cum inside her. "Mmm fuck there's so much." Mary moans.

I help Mary ride out her high, once we both come down from our highs Mary closely climbs off my dick. Thick cum ooze sour of her and drips down her thighs and drips onto my lap, my dick and onto the bed and sheets.

"Mmm fuck." Mary moans as my cum continues to ooze out of her.

I lay her on the bed in Missonary position, I smile and kiss her. Mary smiles against my lips and kisses my back. My dick rubs against her folds and pokes her inner thighs. Mary bites her lip and looks down.

"Put it back in, put it back in." Mary begs.

I smirk. "Such a slut for my dick and cum deep inside you." I tease her as I slide my dick back inside her.

"Mm yes, I love your dick and cum deep inside me." Mary moans as I slide my dick back inside her.

"Mm fuck you're really deep in there." Mary moans.

Mary wraps her legs around my waist and pulls me closer making me go even deeper inside her. We both moan.

"Mmm so wet and warm." I moan in pleasure.

I moan as I slowly slide back and forth. Mary moans in pleasure. "F-Faster." Mary moans.

I smirk, I hover over her and thrust in and out of her faster and faster. I moan and kiss her neck, Mary moans and scratches my back.

"Ugh fuck." She moans, her toes curl.

I smirk, I go at an angle and pound her g spot. "Oh fuck, right there. Right there." Mary moans.

My dick slips out from how wet she is. Mary Cutely groans and pouts. "Put it back in, put it back in." Mary says begging.

I quickly slide my dick back inside her, I moan I go at an angle and pound her g spot fast and hard. My balls slap against her skin as our moans fill the room.

Mary screams in pleasure. "I'm gonna squirt."

Mary screams in pleasure and squirts like crazy. Her legs shake and buckle in pleasure as she squirts like crazy.

"Ahh fuck." Mary moans.

I smirk, I continue to pound her g spot going faster and faster.

"Fuck....Fuck....Fuck." Mary squeaks out with each thrust.

"Mmm so good, I don't think I can last much longer." I moan.

Mary giggles. "Is someone close to cumming again?" Mary asks teasing me.

I nod and moan in pleasure. I lean down and kiss her deeply, I smirk against her lips as I feel her walls clench around my dick.

"Need to cum again beautiful?" I ask her.

"So damn bad." Mary moans.

"Let go baby." I moan as I continue to fuck the daylights out of her. I moan as I feel myself getting close to cumming. My breathing gets heavier letting her know that I'm close.

"Yes cum in me, cum in me." Mary moans.

I lean down and kiss her as I kiss her I feel her juices on my dick and abs. I moan as I continue to thrust into her faster and faster. I moan as I feel that all too familiar feeling in my balls.

"Mary baby I'm gon-"

Creampie #2:

I can't take it anymore, I bust my load deep inside her. Mary moans and cums all over my dick. We both moan as I shoot ropes of cum inside her and paint her walls white. We both moan as I continue to pump her full of cum.

I help Mary ride out her high, once we both come down from our highs I slowly pull out of her. My thick cum oozes out of her pussy and coats her folds and oozes onto the bed.

We both lay there panting and trying to catch our breathes. "Fuck you are amazing in bed." Mary pants out.

I giggle and kiss her. "Mmm so are you." I smile and look into her eyes. Mary smiles and scoots back to her ass to me. She lifts her ass cheek up a bit.

I smirk, I slide my dick back inside her. I moan and rest my head against hers.I reach up and pull her hair. Mary mains as I pull her hair. "Such a good girl." I tease her.

"Mmm fuck all for you. Mmm you can free use me the rest of camp. Make me your personal cum dump." Mary moans. I smirk and look into her eyes full of lust and hunger.

"Yeah I bet you would love that. Huh slut?" I tease her.

"Mm yes I would love it so much. Fuck me whener you want and shoot your massive loads in me." Mary moans.

I smirk. "I like the sound of that." I moan as I lift her leg a bit and hold it up a bit as I thrust into her faster.

Mary moans and looks deep into my eyes "I've been such a naught girl. Mm fuck." Mary moans out seductively.

I moan and thrust in and out of her faster and faster, my balls slap against her skin as our moans fill the room. Mary moans she looks me deep in the eyes as I continue to fuck her brains out.

"Fuck....Fuck.....Fuck." Mary squeaks out with each thrust.

Mary's mouth hangs open her eyes roll to the back of her head as I continue to pound her pussy going faster and faster.

Mary screams in pleasure as I pound her g spot. "Ahh I'm gonna squirt again." Mary screams in pleasure.

I smirk, I hold her leg up and thrust into her faster and harder. Her boobs bounce up and down as I continue to fuck her. I reach down and rub her clit with my thumb. Mary's legs lean against mine.

"Oh fuck." Mary shouts as she squirts like crazy all over the bed and sheets I smirk and kiss her neck and gently slap her pussy Mary moans and shudders as I do this.

I smirk and moan in her ear, I wrap my arm around her waist and continue to hold her Leg up as I thrust in and out of her harder and faster.

"Mmm fuck, it feels so good." Mary cries out in pleasure.

I moan in pleasure and keep going. I moan as I feel myself getting close to cumming. "Ahh I'm close."

"Me too." Mary moans.

I moan in pleasure, my breathing gets heavier letting her know that I'm close to cumming

"Yes, cum in me. Cum in me." Mary moans begging as I feel that all to familiar feeling in my balls.

"Mary baby I'm gon-" I try to warn her in time but I'm unable too.

Creampie #3:

I moan in pleasure. I can't take it anymore, I bust my load deep inside her. Mary moans and cums all over my dick. We both moan as I shoot ropes of thick cum inside her painting her walls white.

"Mm fuck there's so much cum." Mary moans in pleasure.

I moan and lean in and kiss her. I moan in the kiss as the last of my cum oozes inside her.

I come down from my high, once we both come down from our highs. We cuddle together I turn on a movie and we end up falling asleep cuddling each other.

[nightlyrequiem]

Latrodectus

I. To Be Human

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4

AO3

Latrodectus Mactans, otherwise known as the Black Widow, are known for their uncouth treatment of their partners. The 'widow' part of their name stemming from the common occurrence of the female devouring her partner after mating.

Tags/Warnings: Abduction, Violence, Emotional Manipulation, harassment, A Dabble of Psychological Torture, Drugging, Breaking And Entering, Fem!reader

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There is something wrong with Valeria Garza. Something deep inside of her that went unchecked during adolescence and festered into something rotten. While the other children played manhunt in the woods behind the school, Valeria was pulling apart the carcasses of stray animals. Feeding that part of her that desired to know what went on in the inside of a body. A vulture in her own right. She was born without something her peers had, and that set up the perfect breeding ground for resentment. She didn't quite yet understand what it was that made her so different. Or why it, in the eyes of the other children, meant she was undeserving of companionship.

Rarely did Valeria crave the attention or approval of another. Even with her missing pieces Valeria knew she was simply better than the others. It aggravated her to no end that nobody else seemed to understand that. There are, however, four people that Valeria... fixated on. Marie Sanchez lived only five houses down from her. Little Valeria would follow her around the playground. Making vain attempt after vain attempt to gain her affection and friendship. That flame slowly fizzled out once they reached high school and Valeria's idolization of Marie turned into contempt.  

Her puppy love for Marie grew into a rabid, out of control dog that needed to be put down. And put it down she did. If Marie wouldn't be happy with Valeria, then she didn't deserve to be happy at all. Valeria would take any chance she could get to terrorize Marie. Cruel words and rumours whispered from pink painted lips spread around the small school. Valeria's torment didn't end with verbal abuse. She was having a particularly foul week and Marie's existence only agitated her more. Valeria dragged her into the girl's bathroom and whaled on her. Shattering her cheekbone and breaking her nose. She only spent four months in juvie before being released on good behavior.

There are no certain qualities that draw her to a person. She's not sure what it was about you that reeled her in. Perhaps it was the fact that the first time she ever saw you, you were sobbing. The sound being the most beautiful melody to have graced her ears. Her curiosity was sparked, and she kept tabs on you from then on. Checking up on you for her own entertainment. Her passive interest swiftly evolved into an obsessive need. The thought of you affected her so badly that it made her unwell. She got her hands on every bit of information that she could. Past and present social media accounts. Who your friends were, and who you dated. She saved pictures of you and took some of her own. She absorbed whatever she could into her very bloodstream to be a part of your life.

Pictures and information were never enough. She needed to cut you open and carve room for herself behind your ribs. Remove your lungs so she could take every breath for you. Valeria is a busy woman, unfortunately. Leading a drug empire takes up most of her time and as much as she'd like to, she couldn't spend every hour watching you. There are always workarounds to every problem though, and she's nothing if not a problem solver. When she wasn't able to, she'd send someone in her inner circle to tail you. Take note of everything you do. Where you shopped, where you went. What you ate. Who you spoke to.

In her clean, tidy kitchen she carefully slices through a bright red tomato. Off to the side waiting on a plastic plate is a piece of whole grain bread. Fresh lettuce and bits of turkey arranged carefully on top. She grabs the tomato slices and adds them to the mix then places another piece of bread to complete the sandwich. She cleans up. Putting away the rest of the ingredients for later, washing the cutting board, and wiping down the marble counters. She grabs the plate and makes her way through her home. The floor to ceiling windows shows off the scenic view of the mountains in the distance. The sun is setting behind them, giving the tops a halo-like glow and casting golden beams into her home.

The dark wood floors are polished and clean. Swept and vacuumed every day. She continues down the hall towards the stairs leading to the basement. Admiring the few paintings decorating the ivory coloured walls. Some portraying lush, almost fantastical fields of grass and heather and others with more religious tones. She stops at the basement door and fishes through her pocket for the new key. She had recently installed locks on the door. She unlocks it and switches on the light before descending down. She had the space renovated and took some inspiration from Diego's dwelling. Jutting stones make up the walls with sconces to provide a warm yellow glow. Open doorways branch off into other rooms not yet furnished.

She calmly walks down to the end of the hall and stops in front of a different door. She reaches up to feel along the top of the doorframe. Her fingers lightly brush against a small silver key and she grabs it, pulling it down. She unlocks the door and opens it, just barely catching sight of you crouching in the corner like a scared animal, your chain lightly rustling from the sudden movement. The room is mostly bare. A mattress and a toilet are all she has allowed. For her, and of course your safety as well. The chain connecting to a metal collar around your throat is long enough for you to be able to come close to the door and light switch but not further. She made sure the other end was securely bolted to the wall.

She steps inside and gives you a soft smile, even if your continued fearful behavior is starting to grate against her nerves. You don't return her smile, but Valeria knows you will someday. You'll understand that she's doing this because she loves you. She walks up to your bed - a thick double mattress - and sets the plate down. She turns her head to look at you once more. Just the sight of you is enough to make her feel agitated. Like she has to hurt someone to compensate for the feelings that are too big for her body. Your brows are furrowed, and your lips are downturned into a distressed little frown. Despite the fact that she's the reason for your unhappy expression she finds the sight cute.

When Valeria was thirteen, she spent some time around a man who ran an unlicensed animal shelter. He'd collect stray dogs and cats, and sometimes take pets from yards and demand a fee for their return. If their owners couldn't or wouldn't cough up the money, he'd simply... put them down. He taught her a few useful things regarding animals. They'll be scared of you at first. You just have to be patient with dealing with them. Feed them often, meet their basic needs, and they'll begin to warm up to you. Valeria believes this method can be used on people. You don't even look that different to the starving cats that used to hiss at her from the man's metal cages.

She settles down on the bed, the mattress dipping under her weight. 

"Today was a long day," She begins. She feels a rush of satisfaction at being able to talk to you. "There was some trouble by the border, I won't bore you with the details, but a little gang was making itself a thorn in my side." She runs a hand through her hair. The bodies of the leader and his enforcers are lying at the bottom of a lake by now. Providing nutrients for an aquatic ecosystem. "I took care of it, of course." She says proudly. She wishes you'd share her pride. That even if you don't understand the intricacies of running a cartel, you'd sidle up to her with stars in your eyes and awe on your face. You should be telling her what a good job she's doing. Instead, you crouch there silently, uninterested and unimpressed.

She wants to stay. To talk to you more but she knows she should probably leave before she gets too overwhelmed. She just adores you so much. So much so that you have infected her. Not even in her dreams can she escape you. A part of her hates you for it. Her mood is more volatile than usual since she met you, and she loses her appetite if she thinks about you too for too long. The only solution is to obtain and keep you.

"Valeria." You say softly. Almost so softly that your voice is lost the stone walls of your enclosure. Valeria hears you though. Valeria will always hear you. Her heart leaps when you say her name.

"Mhm?" She replies. Looking at you intensely. Pupils blown wide. 

"Can... can you please take the collar off?" You ask tentatively. Your voice lowered to an unoffensive volume. Valeria narrows her eyes at you. She's obsessive and certainly 'not all there' by a doctor's standards, but she isn't stupid.

"No." She answers bluntly. You're speaking to her instead of screaming at her which is progress as far as she's concerned.

However, she knows you are nowhere near ready to be freed from the cellar, let alone your collar. Even when you are ready, she'll be sorry to see it go. She takes a perverse reassurance at the sight of you in it. It reminds her that she has you. You seem to mull over your words before speaking.

"It's just the collar... is rubbing against my skin and it's starting to chafe," You murmur. Valeria leans closer to hear you better. Her answer will remain the same, but she will let you finish speaking. "Taking it off for a little bit wouldn't be so bad." Your eyes are wide and glossy.

"I'm not taking the collar off." Valeria says firmly. You look like you're about to continue to try and convince her but something on Valeria's face must dissuade you.

Just like that, your wounded-puppy expression vanishes. Replaced with the dark, brooding look she's more familiar with. Valeria pushes up off the bed and stares down you with half-lidded eyes. She loves you so much. 

"Make sure to eat that." She tells you. Gesturing at the sandwich. "If you throw it at the wall again you won't eat for the next week." She turns and leaves the room. Locking the door behind her. You are her most valuable possession and she's keeping you safe, sound, and accessible. 

[m-jelly]

I have a request for gangster/mafia erwin bc i loved your fic extra special guest

Reader is pregnant with Erwin’s twins and someone gets a little to aggressive wanting to know who fathered her babies. Or reader gets some unwanted touches and incurs Erwin’s wrath

Wrath of the King.

Erwin x fem!reader

Modern AU, gangs, gang leader Erwin, married, pregnant reader, protective Erwin, threats of violence, violence, caring Erwin.

While waiting for your husband in a hotel he owns, a man approaches you and starts flirting with you a lot. When you stand your ground and tell him your husband is here, he aggressively asks who it is so he can challenge them. Erwin arrives and saves you from the man's advances.

@mari-zs

"Stay right here, okay?"

You nodded. "Promise."

Erwin leaned closer and kissed you, he was just so big compared to you. He cupped your belly and gently moved his large hands. "Be good for mummy, little ones."

You giggled and patted your bump. "They'll be good."

"I shouldn't be long. The staff here will look after you. Take a seat in the lobby."

You shuffled to the sofa and plopped yourself down. "Way ahead of you, honey."

Erwin blew you a kiss before heading to the meeting room. He checked his phone and sent you a few loving texts. He admired the picture he had of you on his background and the lock screen of the baby scan. He sighed long before turning to a room full of gangsters he had contracts with and worked under him. Erwin was a mighty man.

You rubbed your belly as you sighed. You smiled softly at the lady from the front desk as she handed you a drink and snacks. "Thank you."

She bowed to you. "You're welcome, Mrs Smith. Just let me know if you need anything else."

You sipped your drink and grinned. "Will do." You hummed a little to yourself as you enjoyed your snack and drink. "Well, little ones, I hope you enjoy this snack 'cause I am."

Smart shoes tapped against the marble floor and grew closer. It was clear from the sound it was not Erwin, he had a more confident walk. So, you didn't bother looking up even when they stood next to you and cleared their throat. You were not interested.

"Excuse me?"

You slowly looked up at a man in a cheaper suit than Erwin's, his hair was slicked back with too much product and he had too much gold jewellery on. "Hm, what?"

He smirked at you. "You alone?"

"No."

"You look alone."

You groaned. "Do you have a habit of trying to talk to pregnant women?"

He eyed you. "I'm attracted to pregnant women. It's sexy."

You pulled a face. "Kind of gross saying that to a woman you don't know."

He sat down next to you. "I'd like to get to know you."

"I wouldn't. Please leave."

He frowned at you. "You're rather rude."

You let out a long sigh. "I am, so leave."

He put his arm around you. "Who's your man, huh? What kind of man left you alone?"

You glared at him. "Back off."

"Who is he, huh?" He grabbed your upper arm and squeezed hard. "Who is this man who knocked you up?"

"He is my husband and if my husband sees you grabbing me like this he'll kill you."

"Love?" The two of you look over at Erwin standing on the other side of the coffee table. He had a smile on his face, but the look in his eyes was pure homicidal rage. "What's going on here?"

You tugged your arm but you couldn't get free. "This guy won't leave me alone. He has a thing for pregnant women. He was demanding to know who knocked me up. I said, my husband!"

Erwin walked closer to the man. "Mind releasing my wife?"

The man let you go but stood up, he was smaller than Erwin and failed badly at being intimidating. "I want her and I'll take her."

Erwin grinned wide as his eyes got much darker, he wanted to torture and kill. "That so? Fascinating. Tell me, just how are you going to do that? Hm?"

You fiddled with your dress. "Honey?"

Erwin looked over at you. "Love. I need you to be a good girl and go to reception, okay?"

You rose to your feet and hummed. "Should I get anyone?"

"I'll take care of it."

The man grabbed you. "She's not going anywhere."

Erwin softly called your name. "Close your eyes, love. Don't open until I say."

You closed them tightly. "Done."

First, you heard the scared stammering of the man next to you. He released you from his hold as he tried to reason with Erwin, but it was too late. Soon after the pleading, there was the sound of a big fist meeting flesh. Bones started cracking and gargled pleas began.

Blood spat on the floor and had a nice patting sound to it. A fumble and a bang happened which you assumed was the man falling over. The hitting sounds didn't stop though, they just continued for a while until it was clear the man wasn't going to fight back at all.

Erwin's pants made you shiver. His voice was deep and laced with a commanding dark tone. "That woman there is my wife, mine. She is having my babies, do you understand me?" He spoke louder, so you assumed there was a crowd. "You all hear me? This woman here is my wife! She is having my babies! You touch them and I'll rip your fucking spines out."

That shocked you. Erwin rarely swore, so to hear him be pushed to say something like that excited and aroused you. The man was incredible. He demanded respect and easily got it. He was a fair and kind leader, but his dark side was frightening to anyone who came across it. Erwin Smith had a dark and twisted mind, so no one dared wrong him. Most people didn't want to because he was a great leader.

"Love?"

You smiled. "Mm?"

"Open your eyes." He smiled when you did, his hair was messy and there was blood on his face. "So gorgeous. You were a good girl."

"I always am."

He hummed a laugh. "Except for the bedroom."

You pouted a bit as your heart raced. "It's fun there." You rummaged in your bag.

"It is What are you looking for?"

You pulled out some wet wipes from your bag. "You have umm..."

He raised a brow. "Ah, blood. I went a bit too rough and got it on me, correct?"

"Yes." You wiped his face. "Messy." You giggled. "All better."

"Thank you." He leaned closer and kissed you. "So precious." You peeked around him to see the broken man was being taken away and the blood cleaned. The crowd he'd spoken to were his own men and those who'd been in the meeting. No one would dare touch you after this. "Love? Why are you distracted? Pay attention to me."

You cupped his face. "So cute. Shall we go home?"

"Yes, please." He pulled you close. "I want to hold you in my arms for hours on end."

[emojellyace08]

Lookism Men x Singer/Musician! Reader 🖤🥀 🤟 🎶

A/N: I'm making the reader in the subculture of pop-punk smth like that for the most part but feel free to pick your own music genre. Genre: fluff ☁️, and slight angst 🥀 pairing: character/s x reader (romantic ; reader is gender neutral) Warnings: slight mentions of personal problems Picture/character name: Nana Osaki

Daniel Park/Jay Hong/Duke Pyeon/Eli Jang/Jake Kim/Jerry Kwon/Lineman/Sinu Han/Young Jinyoung Park/Jace Park/Kwak Jihan/(add in: Mary Kim! because why not she slays)

They really loves your voice. You're not only kind and helpful, you're also very talented and he feels very gifted to have someone like you :).

They also finds it a new interesting thing about you. If you're shy about your singing/music skills please don't! They're willing to listen to your beautiful voice and amazing talent. So there's need to gatekeep on what you can do (but they wouldn't pressure you too much they know boundaries).

They also wouldn't mind if you collaborate with them! They thinks it's a good bonding time in your relationship. Whether it's singing to other musicians' songs or composing your own they find it really enjoyable.

They would also be you personal manager or your bandmate if you asked me. I'm pretty sure that they at least know something about music or they're just also really good at it but they're also shy about it (whether if they're a good vocalist, knows how to play musical instruments or a composer they will do a good job with it and he'll appreciate it if you help them gather more ideas for new projects). You just gotta keep your relationship in private if both of you ever got famous because of some fans (y'know what I mean).

If you play musical instruments, they would blush when you insist to teach them the basics. Or, if you want to learn how to play and they know how to (please I want someone to teach me how to play the guitar it's so hard lol), they will spend their free time teaching you. Nonetheless if both of you are patient with each other, it can form a strong bond and connection.

They are willing to protect you especially when excited fans tries to touch you when they get a bit too thrilled to finally meet both of you. You even got to scold them while patching them up for being careless about themselves since they get hurt trying to shield you a bunch of times. But don't blame them, they want to make sure you and your privacy is safe (and they'll get flushed and a bit concerned when you also do the same for them).

They will be willing to listen and know about the meaning of your songs/covers. They will find a bit upsetting if you're ashamed of what you can do or if you are using your talent to vent out your negative emotions and personal problems as a coping mechanism. Nonetheless, they will be willing to reach out and talk to you about it. Besides they know that spending your time doing your hobbies/talent can be really healthy to release your stress. But next time don't hesitate to talk about your personal issues because they're your partner and they want to see you better, despite being a bit embarrassing on your part.

If you suffer from stage fright, don't worry if you don't mind they will sing with you! They find it a bit stressful for you to feel like this because they really believe on what you can do and also you as a person. So, they will cheer you up and give the best and genuine compliments.

1000/10 power couple vibes.

Zack Lee/Vasco (Lee Eun Tae)/Goo Kim/Jiho Park/Warren Chae/Tom Lee/Olly Wang/Kuroda Ryuhei/Vin Jin/Yuseong/Kwak Jibeom/Gongseob Ji

Do I even need to start? He will be your number one fan.

Not really good in terms of singing/music? (sorry Vin I do like you but Duke is just better lol). They're probably out of tune most of the times but he will practice almost every hour just to impress you lmao. But with practice and hard work (along with your help), he can keep up with you!

He is willing to give up his training just to stay beside you. They might be a little bit obsessed over you, but they do know boundaries. He'll respect it if you want your free time, but he will still cry inside because he really wants to spend his extra time with you.

He will not admit it, but he thinks that he enjoys spending his time with you teaching him your interests? It's not necessarily that he's super passionate with music (except for Vin). But he finds it a good hobby when he's bored. He would also find it enjoyable if he teaches you his body training techniques (but he may unconsciously push you to your limits so you gotta tell him what you like and what you're not comfortable with). He would also force you almost every night (especially Yuseong, Goo, and Ryuhei) to hum him a lullaby before he sleeps, bastard. But like I said, he would stop if you're not comfortable with it. But if he has puppy ears it would surely droop down the moment you turned off his offer.

He thinks that playing musical instruments is so damn hard. Like how the hell can you play *your instrument of choice* so smooth? Almost perfectly if you asked me. Now he wanna learns how to play too! Be patient with him because he may accidentally break it (for example strumming the guitar so hard lmao).

He will also whoop someone's ass if they ever tried to touch you. But he may misunderstand the situation with someone who's just excited to ask for an autograph 🗿. Now don't blame him, he's really cautious with any potential danger (especially when you became famous). Now you gotta scold his ass off telling him to be nicer to your fans and he'll be crying and sniffing pleading for your forgiveness. But still, his preservative demeanor will still be active especially when you're out for tours. He's also a great body guard even when he's super a blockheaded person at times.

He's the type to look really tough but cries at hearing emotional songs? You can see the tears that threatened to fall on his now red-glossy eyes as he doesn't know why he feels like this every time you sing a meaningful song with your beautiful song. You're like a goddess given life, his princess if you asked me.

He will scream like the biggest fanboy he's ever been when you're feeling nervous for a stage performance. The only thing missing at this point is him holding up a board with your pictures plastered with colorful/*color of choice* on it to cheer you up lmao.

He' a chaotic crackhead and also pretty dumb at times. He wants to guard and almost babysit you on rehearsals.

Gun Park/Johan Seong/Jiho Park (villain arc/James Lee/Daniel Park (post-gun training/Jay Hong/Jake Kim/Samuel Seo/Taesoo Ma/Kwak Jichang/Hudson Ahn/Yoojin/Mandeok/Cheon Taejin/Xiaoleoung/Jason Yoon/Brad Lee

He doesn't really care if you can sing or make music? But he does find it an interesting fact about you though.

He would be honestly feel a bit blessed if he have a partner who's not only strong willed, helpful and emotionally intelligent/logical but also talented (his type might be a too unrealistic but I guess as long as you're a positive or a good person he might catch feelings for you especially Daniel).

Doesn't really care about one's physical appearance in some aspects (some men in this list have preferences but he's not too picky either except for Samuel and Jiho lmao). But he would find it hot and appealing if you wear your own preference in clothing that matches your music style. He thinks that it can also catch your audiences' attention to be presentable not only talent/skill wise but also in your fashion sense.

He might not admit it but he loves your voice. He finds it calming since he's either having troubles with his sleep schedule and he's really tired. Anything you sing is okay for him, hearing your voice is enough as you ruffle his hair to help him take a nap. But his cold-stone heart will slowly melt if you sing his favorite song/s for him in a soft and calm manner.

He's not really a singer but he does hum at times either when if he's bored or in private all alone because he's too focused on his work or either he's embarrassed by it (Daniel has a very exceptional singing skills we all that). He might reject or skip your offer of him helping you out for your project since he's either busy dealing with his enemies, him getting a bit shy and unsure, or him just not being in the mood for it. But after some forcing persuading, he might accept your offer but he still have doubts about it lol. He might prefer doing some back-up vocals though. He will find it annoying if you keep forcing him to sing with you. But he can't resist to you as his partner. So you might hear a low (yet beautiful tone) voice of his singing along with you especially on karaoke bars.

Though I headcannon that he prefers being your bodyguard/manager (something along of the lines like that). Since he's super strong, cunning, fast and a very outstanding fighter he wouldn't hesitate to kick your stalker's ass the moment he catches up on them. He wants to make sure that your privacy and personal life is secured and safe as much as possible. And he will get his job done.

Not the best in comfort because he's mostly serious at times (especially Gun and Samuel), but he will still try his best to cheer you up before your performance. You're precious to him.

He will not admit it but he does find it enjoyable to spend time with you on what you like to do/hobbies especially when he's free. He might be interested to play your instrument of choice or practice his vocal skills more with you as his coach and lover. Who knows?

Bonus! DG (Kang Dag Yeom)/Daniel Park/Duke Pyeon (sorry I might come out as a bit of a biased person lmao)

He's a singer/musician as well! So no need to be embarrassed by your music skills.

Though he can't help to admire your beauty, he's most likely act professional in times of work. You got lots of projects to do that must be done on time, so he'll most likely put his feelings aside first.

He's very attentive about your ideas for your new projects. If you don't mind he might even recommend some tips and his thoughts for that additional flair on the music. Not only him working with you is organized, it's also very enjoyable while still being focused.

He might know how to play a musical instrument (DG for sure), but for Daniel and Duke they're more of a vocalist and composer. So teaching him how to play or you studying together to play your musical instrument of choice is also very entertaining. DG will be willing to teach you the basics first if you asked him for help when he's free. So you don't need to feel shy about it.

He also cares for the meaning of the songs you're composing/making a cover for. He really believes that music is not only something catchy on our hearing, but also it needs to be a beautiful and meaningful masterpiece. He might get concerned if your song of choice might be a bit personal on your side, but he'll make sure that he'll talk about it with you (in a good way ofc). Nonetheless as long as you're happy with the song, he'll be fine with it too.

He'll also try his best to protect you. Daniel and DG can kick some perverted people if needed. As for Duke, I'm not really confident that he can fight back but I'm sure he'll still try his best to take care of you in his own ways :).

They feel stage fright at times but he'll get a bit more anxious when you're the one that experiences it. He wants you to know that you can get through it. So if you don't mind he will sing with you too.

1000/10 couple vibes (again lol).

[somedaylazysomeday]

A Special Case

Just some writing I did trying to nail down Soap's character. Lots of backstory, some smut, and the beginning of what will probably spiral into another series. (Damn it)

Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish x Private Investigator!reader (gn, no use of 'y/n' or pronouns)

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 3,300

Warnings: Private investigations, accusations of infidelity, lies about identity, voyeurism, male masturbation, background Ghoap, hints of future Ghoap x reader, author has only watched other people play CoD.

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Gathering information on Johnny ‘Soap’ MacTavish was the easiest job you had ever taken. 

As a private investigator, you were used to long hours, exhaustive searches, and tactics that bordered on illegal to get the information you had been paid to retrieve. Everyone left a trail, but some trails were harder to trace than others. 

And then there was MacTavish. 

The only mystery that remained for you was where his nickname had come from. In everything else, the man was a disconcertingly open book. 

It had been several weeks ago that a stunningly beautiful woman had walked into your office. Like most private investigators, you had quickly tired of the film noir jokes or references that many customers made. But something about Marie had made you think in terms of grayscale and overly descriptive narrators. 

Marie Bernard had struck you immediately as a false name, though you gave her credit for trying to keep her alias as French as her accent. She paid in cash, so you didn’t press the issue. 

“I need your help,” she had told you, eyes glistening. “It is my boyfriend, Johnny. I think he is cheating on me. I need you to follow him and take pictures of where he goes.” 

“And who he meets, I assume?” You were taking notes on your phone as Marie spoke. “Especially women?” 

She had waved her hand dismissively. “Women, men, anyone. Johnny is not particular about such things.” 

Your momentary embarrassment about your assumption made you write even faster. When you had finished, you had glanced up at Marie again. “I’ll warn you: my case load is heavy right now. I won’t be able to start working on your case for another week, maybe week and a half. I won’t charge you until I start working on the case, but there will be a wait. I want to be upfront about that.”

Marie had nodded agreeably. “Very well. Will you alert me when you begin?” 

That made your internal alarms ring just as her name had. If she was worried enough about being cheated on that she chose to have him followed, Marie should have given you more pushback about the delay. 

But a customer was a customer, so you agreed to text her when you started following MacTavish. You quoted her your daily rate, warning that expenses were extra, and watched as she counted out the correct number of bills for your advance. 

You also had her sign an agreement to pay the remainder before you would release the full information when you were finished, and she did so without hesitation. You almost changed your mind about the potential false name, but her signature was just a little too neatly written for someone who had been signing it for twenty five years or so. 

You had finished the previous case roughly on time. You had been hired to infiltrate a local business, posing as a new hire in training in an attempt to uncover potential corporate espionage. The moment you had passed that evidence on to the business owners, you had turned your attention to the Bernard/MacTavish case. 

Soap had been easy to tail and even easier to observe. If he had a single set of drapes or blinds, he didn’t use them. If you parked outside of his modest home, you would have been able to observe him clearly without leaving the front seat. 

Of course, you were more professional than that. And smarter, you liked to think. This wouldn’t be the first time a seemingly easy mark turned out to be luring you closer so they could fire off a shot or two. And you dearly hated being shot at, so you parked several blocks away. 

Working your way closer to Soap’s house in your dark hoodie was easy with your phone in your hand. If anyone asked what you were doing there, you had Pokemon Go on standby as an excuse for wandering the neighborhood at night. But, with a little luck, no one would ask. They would either see you and move on or assume you were someone who lived in the neighborhood. 

Your camera and a few lenses were tucked into the slouchy tote bag on your shoulder. The bag was misshapen with age, which actually worked in your favor, since it was much more difficult to tell what might be inside a non-uniform bag. But you rarely needed the camera. A handful of cell phone pictures or a few seconds of video were usually enough to confirm suspicions in a personal case like this one. 

Soap’s life was one of constantly being on the move. He spent a fair amount of time on the military base, just as you had expected for a soldier. But he also met friends, went to a gym, jogged in a park, ate at a new restaurant you had been dying to try. You were exhausted trying to keep up without being spotted. 

And after a full week of observation, you had yet to see Soap with anyone other than Marie herself. (That had been an eyeful you hadn’t asked for, but Marie hadn’t warned you that she was going to visit her boyfriend.) You hadn’t seen her since, and she hadn’t answered the text you had sent earlier that day, but there were good odds that she was avoiding what she thought you would tell her. That happened, sometimes.

You were starting to wonder whether it was time to tell Marie that she had nothing to worry about when you caught sight of Soap walking up to his house. 

The neighborhood was small without being desolate, homey without looking downtrodden, and inexpensive without being cheap. Soap’s house fit right in. It wasn’t overly large - you had looked it up on a real estate website and found that it had two bedrooms, two bathrooms, and a small garage. Big enough to bring someone over, but small enough to make sure they knew you didn’t want them to stay. 

Apparently, that hadn’t worked on Marie. You wondered if she had assumed that she would eventually share this comfortable house with her boyfriend. She seemed a little upscale for the neighborhood, like she worked somewhere far more sleek and bustling, but you didn’t know her well enough to say for sure. 

Soap walked inside, and you could track his progress by the lights that came on in the house. In the light of the hallway’s light fixture, you could see him smile as he walked into the living room. He seemed to be speaking. You couldn’t read his lips, not from that distance, but the exaggerated motions of his mouth made you think he was calling to someone.

Had Soap finally tripped up? Did he bring someone home only to be caught on your last night on the job? He turned to leave the living room, stripping off his shirt before he left. Your mouth went dry at the sight of his exposed torso. 

The moment he was out of sight, though, you swore to yourself. You had to follow to see what was going on, but there was no way to be a subtle potential neighbor taking an evening stroll when you were crawling through his shrubbery. 

You hopped down from the small half-wall where you had been perched and glanced both ways before crossing the street. Safety-conscious and it let you check whether anyone else was outside. Apparently, the unseasonably cool evening had kept everyone else indoors, because the street was utterly empty. 

You still kept your head on a swivel as you rounded the edge of Soap’s yard, sticking to shadows and whatever cover you could find as you worked your way around to the yard at the back. Fortunately, there was no fence and the house backed up to a small section of forest. You simply chose the tree that seemed least likely to be claimed by woodland creatures and settled against it to disrupt your silhouette. 

The camera did have to come out, though. You were too far away for cell phone pictures, not if you wanted any detail in the photographs. 

You carefully removed your camera from its case - it was the most expensive thing you owned, and you didn’t want to risk dropping it - but your attention was divided. Soap had stepped into his bedroom, turning on a small lamp at his bedside table. 

Even as your hands put the correct lens on the camera, your rapt gaze was trained on the square of golden light shining through the window. To see who else was in the room, of course. 

Soap’s lips were still moving, but the motions looked softer. He was speaking more quietly than he had been in the living room. You still couldn’t figure out what he was saying. It could be because his accent gave the movements a different look, but the truth was that lip-reading had never been your best thing. You promised yourself that you would work on it the future, then you turned your attention back to the task at hand. 

You tried to guess at the design of the room, but it was tricky based on the small amount of it that you could see from your place outside. Was there room for someone to be standing between Soap and the wall? To one side of the large window? You didn’t think so, but maybe there was a space you simply couldn’t see. 

Even so, your certainty began to grow, because Soap smiled and took a few steps forward, unlatching and opening the window. 

You frowned - it wasn’t the coldest night you’d ever experienced, but it was undeniably chilly outside. Winter was approaching quickly and the house had stood empty all day. There was no reason he would need to open a window… unless he was planning on making some heat.

With the window open, there was nothing to block your view of Soap as he stripped off the boxer-briefs he had wearing. He was facing away as they came off, leaving you staring through a lens at a surprisingly rounded ass for a soldier. 

Then he turned and you pushed away the sight of his bobbing erection long enough to snap a few pictures. 

You didn’t enjoy this part of your job. Capturing people in a vulnerable moment was a necessity, not a pleasure for you. And showing Marie these pictures would be something you did to complete a job, not for any other reason. 

Even so, you had to admit that there was something glorious about the way these pictures were turning out. The bottom frame of the window was low enough to show everything from the knees up, and all of it was lovely. 

Soap’s skin was golden in the light of the bedside lamp, throwing shadows over the dips and swells of muscle that made up his body. A thin line of dark hair traced downward from below his belly button, gathering in a thatch around his thick cock before thinning to a light dusting on his muscular thighs.

You shook your head in irritation as you realized you had stopped taking photos. He may have belonged in a damn art gallery, but you were there to do a job. And that job was not lusting after your client’s unfaithful boyfriend, no matter how gorgeous he was. 

“Like what you see, bonnie?” 

Soap’s voice made you jump. You hadn’t realized you would be able to hear him from that distance. It was faint, but if you strained your ears, you could hear his voice. It was confirmed, then: Soap had someone in his room. 

You took another few pictures, zooming in to focus on the way Soap was talking to someone behind the edge of the window. His light eyes were focused raptly on one place, a flirtatious smile curving the corner of his lips. 

If it was Marie again, you were going to be furious. 

Soap’s hand drifted downward, framing his hard length for a second that felt like it lasted a lifetime. Then he grasped himself, fingers wrapping in a loose fist. Your lips parted as you tried to focus hard enough to take pictures and breathe at the same time. 

It was hot as all hell, watching Soap work himself. You snapped pictures mindlessly as you watched him. In reality, you had everything you needed - you wouldn’t get anything else from watching and continuing to take pictures of the same scene over and over. The only thing you needed was a clear picture of Soap with whoever was behind the edge of the window. 

You took pictures anyway, too distracted by the frustrated clenching of your body to worry about the hundred extra photos you would have to delete later. 

At first, Soap’s efforts had looked good, but also seemed unsatisfactory. The way his curled fingers created a frame between the dark thatch of hair at his base and the reddening skin of his length. But it also couldn’t be giving him much in the way of friction. 

But as he kept going, Soap seemed to decide that it was better to sacrifice some aesthetics in exchange for more pleasure. His fingers tightened, head tipping back in response to the increased stimulation. When his thumb teased at the slit at the head of his cock, Soap gave a hoarse groan. And when he spat into his own hand, the next touch made his hips kick so hard that you could see it from where you were standing. 

Your mouth was dry and you realized that your lips had parted so you could take in more air. It was no matter - the instant you thought about taking Soap into your mouth, it watered so hard that you had to swallow before you started to drool outright. 

“Oh, bonnie,” Soap moaned, and you fought not to moan with him. 

It was frustrating that he wasn’t saying a name. That would have been an excellent piece of information to include with whatever photos you ended up taking… but you didn’t mind too much. No, unhealthy as it might be, you were fine with Soap being vague. The pet name let you pretend, for just a moment, that he was talking to you. 

“Ah, so good for me,” he said in a rough murmur that managed to carry across the yard. “Gonna make me come…” 

Your legs were trembling. You leaned more heavily against the tree you were standing beside, because your lust-addled brain was loudly insisting that you could always catch your balance by taking a few steps closer. 

“Oh,” Soap said, the note of surprise in his voice driving you dangerously close to actually stepping forward. “I’m… Bonnie, you-” 

And then he came. You were infinitely grateful that you had managed to keep the camera halfway aimed toward the window, because you wanted a way to remember that sight for the rest of your life. 

Soap’s back arched slightly, as if he were trying to push his cock more firmly into his own hand. Cum trickled over his fist in rhythmic pulses that seemed to last forever and you just managed hear the soft gasps that fell from his parted lips. Soap was silhouetted against the backlight of the lamp at his bedside table, but you could still make out the bliss of his expression, eyes closed under brows that had furrowed slightly. 

When Soap finally released himself and started to clean up, you were left with the unpleasant realization of how strongly that had affected you. Your heart was pounding in your chest, and not because there was a chance of being caught. Your breathing was ragged, and you could feel the damp cling of your panties every time you shifted your weight. 

Yeah, you needed to get laid. 

Before you could ponder your options too deeply, Soap finished cleaning the last of the cum from his fingers and - still sans a single stitch of clothing - leaned forward on the windowframe. With a pensive expression, he looked out into the night. 

“Was that as good for you as it was for me?” 

He still wasn’t using a name. For a final moment, you let yourself imagine that he was talking to you instead of whoever was standing patiently beside him at the window. 

Your fingers flexed on your camera, adjusting to frame the window more precisely. You needed to get this shot and get out while you still had some dregs of your sanity remaining. Just as soon as Soap’s lover stepped forward enough for you to get a picture…

Then he looked at the treeline, light eyes sharp as they scanned over the darkened forest. You held your breath as he looked directly at you for a moment, but his eyes tracked further before one corner of his mouth lifted in a smirk. 

“Not very nice,” he said, a little louder. “A show like that deserves a round of applause.” 

You froze. 

“And if you’re worried about ‘Marie’, don’t be.” Soap shook his head, ruffling his mohawk with a charming smile. “She was a spy, trying to gather intel about a highly-classified team. She’s in our custody. You won’t be seeing her around your office again.” 

Even if you had been stupid enough to willingly reveal yourself, you couldn’t have moved with the shock of that revelation. Marie wasn’t a spy… even if that would explain several things. Like why you couldn’t turn up any relatives or friends. Or why you couldn’t find any of her prior addresses from longer ago than six months. And why you had seen her with Soap the week before. 

Shit, she hadn’t been answering your texts or calls, either. 

As if he could hear your frantic train of thought, Soap smirked again, standing upright behind the window. It framed his bare form perfectly and you forced your thoughts back into some semblance of focus. “Alright, I won’t force you to talk if you’re feelin’ shy. See you later, bonnie.”

You watched as Soap disappeared into the bathroom, then settled into bed. After his light switched off, you gave it a full half-hour before you ran back to your car in a half-crouch that left your thighs screaming. When you had turned on your car and were safely out of the neighborhood, you allowed yourself one loud swear. 

You weren’t getting paid for this, you could feel it. 

—

“Morning,” Soap greeted, walking into the room where the 141st did most of their planning. Ghost nodded back, the first to spot any new arrivals. As always. 

“You talk to that PI yet?” Price asked, cutting through Gaz’s friendly greeting. 

“Of course, Captain,” Soap assured him. “We had a meeting last night.” 

“You went to the office?” Gaz asked, sounding more than a little surprised. “I just found the address this morning.” 

“Did you?” Soap asked, plucking the paper from Gaz’s hand as Price watched him suspiciously. “I managed to track it down myself.” 

“Tell me next time,” Gaz complained, snatching the paper back. “Would have saved me an hour of overtime.” 

Gaz crumpled up the paper and chucked it half-heartedly at the bin. It bounced off one side, settling forgotten on the floor. Soap met Ghost’s eye for a long moment, offering a smile, a wink, and a nod. The masked man reached down to silently retrieve the paper and tuck it into a pocket. 

Soap grinned approvingly and turned his attention toward whatever new mission Price had found for them.

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Author's Note - Like I said at the top, this was supposed to be a one-shot for writing practice. But I am being plagued 27/4 by visions of this turning into a Ghoap x reader fic and I'm not sure how long I can hold that off.

Anyway, I'm already working on a second chapter, featuring Ghost. I'll link it to this chapter when it's done!

Now, about Soap's accent: someone made a poll on here about whether people prefer to read stories where accents are written out or not, and 'not' won by a large margin. I'm ambivalent myself, but I thought I would try writing Soap without the accent, though I'll still try to incorporate Scottish speech patterns and slang as they come up. Let me know if you have any strong opinions either way!

Thank you for reading!

[hooked-on-elvis]

"HOT DOG"

"THE DAY ELVIS BLEW HIS TOP!"

Elvis' photo shoot for "Loving You" (Paramount 1957)

Elvis Presley: Loving You album, released in June 1957

Written by Jerry Leiber and Mike Stoller for Elvis' second movie score, "Hot Dog" was recorded at the Paramount Scoring Stage on mid-January 1957. According to Ernst Jorgensen in "Elvis Presley: A Life In Music", the song "lasted all of a minute and twelve seconds but took seventeen takes to record".

Recording it must have been tiring, but the hard work with this track wasn't over at the end of the recording session. It would follow to the filming of the movie (from January 21 to March 8, 1957).

(1) Elvis' during filming of "Loving You" (Early 1957). (2) Page from article for the Silver Screen magazine (1957)

HERE'S A LITTLE BIT OF HOW IT WAS FILMING THE COUNTRY FAIR SEQUENCE FOR "LOVING YOU" — THE "HOT DOG" PERFORMANCE — ACCORDING TO A 1957 MAGAZINE ARTICLE:

THE DAY ELVIS BLEW HIS TOP! When he's restrained by strict demand of movie-making, Elvis has got to explode somewhere, somehow - and explode he did! By Viola Swisher "Hot Dog!" That's how the lyrics go. Singing them, Elvis Presley spun into a forward lunge, one arm out-thrust, eyes afire. Hypnotized... hypnotizing. Hot dog? What did the words matter? Elvis exploded them as if some overwhelming earth force had hit him right in the heart. He hunched over to hug the sensation to himself. He swayed with the eternal rhythm of nature. Elvis was blazing through the action of his pre-recorded song "Hot Dog," featured in a country fair sequence of "Loving You," his new Hal Wallis picture for Paramount. Director [and co-writer] Hal Kanter called for a full rehearsal using about fifty extras bouncing and juggling to Presley's music at the fair. "All right" shouted an assistant. "Places, everybody." "Let's try it," Kanter nodded to the star. "Well, here's where I get censored," quietly commented Elvis in his understated, off-screen manner. But only a few alert ears caught the remark. He gave an experimental leg-quiver and looked at the director for an okay. Kanter shook his head in a pantomimed "no". What followed was a running series of dilutions, deletions and compromises for Elvis. Charles O'Curran, a top-rated dance director staging the routine, tried to make up some "typical Elvis Presley" action for the number. Only he kept getting nowhere. The more he struggled to gear the Presley-style to Hollywood's cameras, the more static and inhibited Elvis became. Things grew just a litle bit tense. Head lowered, the singer rolled his velvety eyes upward to level off at Charlie. Not a word exchanges. None was needed. Elvis remained quiet and courteous. No throwing his weight around. No acting big-big. Only his eyes making the polite plea: "Don't tell me how to do my stuff." Presley and O'Curran tried over and over again to get together on the routine. Elvis was aware of what he wanted, yet because it wasn't natural for him he couldn't get with it.

Excerpt from article on the Silver Screen magazine (1957 issue) , pg. 45.

More was written in this article about the filming of "Loving You", possibly something more about how the filming of the scene went on until the final result but I, unfortunately, haven't found the following pages online. I guess the most important story was told by this excerpt anyways. They got the scene. We know they did. I wonder tho how Charles O'Curran had imagined the number. What we see Elvis doing onscreen while singing "Hot Dog" is more Elvis acting like himself or something like Charles wanted him to look like?

Pictures of the outfit Elvis wore to perform "Hot Dog" and, below, the King performing the song in scene featured in his second movie, "Loving You" (1957).

Scene from movie "Loving You" (Paramount Pictures 1957), starring Elvis Presley, Lizabeth Scott and Wendell Corey. Directed by Hal Kanter. Screenplay by Herbert Baker and Hal Kanter. Story by Mary Agnes Thompson. Produced by Hal B. Wallis.

"HOT DOG" — LYRICS

Hot dog, you say you're really coming back Hot dog, I'm waiting at the railway track Hot dog, you say you're coming home for good Hot dog, I'm going to keep knocking on wood And baby, I can hardly wait I'm gonna meet you at the gate, hot dog I fell in love with you and then you went away But now you're coming home to stay Hot dog, soon everything will be all right Hot dog, we're gonna have a ball tonight I've got a pocketful of dimes It's gonna be just like old times, hot dog You went away and every day was misery But now you're coming back to me Hot dog, my heart is gonna go insane Hot dog, when you come walking off the train Oh how lonely I have been But when that Santa Fe pulls in Hot dog, baby, baby, hot dog

Lyrics by Jerry Leiber/Mike Stoller

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FURTHER INFO - WHAT DOES 'HOT DOG' MEAN?

I'm not American, and that's why I don't get slangs in English right away (and that's also why you'll find typos in my writing, sorry 'bout that). So, until this very moment, I never understood why the song was entitled "Hot Dog". I found it so silly... I thought about the food, not gonna lie, but I just googled the word and, in slang, it seems 'hot dog' can mean someone who's dangerous, a daredevil or something. So, the poetic persona in the song is calling out the lady for leaving him for a while. I guess that's it. Probably many already got it from the start (and if I got it wrong, please, correct me) but this note is here just in case someone needs an explanation. Oh, I also found an article about the meanings of "hot dog" as a slang, over the years. It's really interesting. Like I say, Elvis is always directly or indirectly teaching me something. Read more about the meanings for 'hot dog' here: today.com/food/hot-dog-meanings.

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UPDATE - May 22, 2024: @thetaoofzoe and @lookingforrainbows helped us with this one. THANK YOU SO MUCH, BABIES. ♥ According to dear @thetaoofzoe, "I'm under the impression that 'hot dog' here means he's expressing delight or excitement about the girl coming back. Like a 'yay! I'm so excited'" and then I read @lookingforrainbows with: "hot dog in this case might mean ‘I’m so excited’. It was a saying in the 50s to mean something like ‘wow! that’s awesome’" -- There you go, friends! Solved!

[a1ecmcdowell]

ㅤㅤ SHARDS OF MEㅤㅤ . . .ㅤㅤpt 1 !!ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ( 🍒 )

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤor, ben mcdowell's dna made TWO clones . . . one just got to live, while the other got locked away.

NOTES. this will have three parts!! i rly hope i wrote alec somewhat ok bc despite loving and adoring him... i've never done it until now ik... so if it's wrong b gentle. dean's not introduced ( yet! ) but baby sammy is!! and i hope tht makes up for it at least a lil < 3

it was raining the day that x5-494 was born. 

sheets of drizzle and droplets clung to the trees and their leaves outside of the wyoming facility, falling wave after wave – a perfect mimicry of the screaming cries of the baby just born inside of its walls. 

and he was not a special baby, that one. the doctors and the overseers realized it quickly enough as the baby wailed on and on throughout the night, desperate for care and comfort that he would not be given. 

the others created from the dna of x5s did not cry. did not wail. and surely, if they ever were going to, certainly would not have done it throughout the entirety of the night onwards. 

they had to think fast, you see, because a genetically crafted baby could not just be dropped off on the doors of an adoption facility in a box with a blanket and a note. unremarkable as he was, this baby was still handmade and not just a mistake or a regret. no, the only regret that came from x5-494 was the fact that he held no purpose to their greater picture. 

they had a filing cabinet for the list of mothers who birthed their children in the facility’s main office – for the ones who could have been released back into society, that was, and did not kick a fuss and need to be dealt with – and so that was where they started. some of those mothers wanted babies, after all. that was why they’d volunteered to be the vessels for the x5s. 

it was settled, then, and perhaps a bit cruel, that x5-493’s birth mother would get the baby she desperately wanted that day. mary mcdowell. now married, now living in lawrence, kansas. 

mary winchester came back to gillette, wyoming, in an instant, however, when she got the letter. a baby. a baby that, while not directly birthed from her, was genetically hers. technically speaking. 

she whisked away the failure that was x5-494. x5-494 died that day, and became dean winchester. 

9 months later, another x5-494 was born, and he was perfect. so perfect that, once the time came that he was old enough to function on his own, he was thrown into psychology operations as a precaution — project manticore could not handle another 493. 

x5-494’s first mission was to hunt down dean winchester. not engage, not attack, but monitor. it was something that the higher-ups at manticore did often – check up on those they’d set free. the escaped x5s were proof of that, though they were a special case on their own, but the mothers, and now dean, needed to have tabs kept on them. 

and it was weird, wasn’t it? autumn had turned the leaves to auburns and umbers and maroons, and, well… 494 did not see a lot of trees. nor did he see a lot of families, who held small children’s palms in between them as they walked up and down sidewalks, as those little ones chattered mindlessly about god knew what. 

until then, all he knew were concrete walls and no windows. no windows, he remembered this specifically, because sometimes he thought it’d drive him crazy. hearing the sounds of cars outside, rumbling down roads and pavements he couldn’t see, wheels turning over rocks, and he would never see it. 

and now, here he was. outside. sun shining down on his skin, wind chilling the same skin that the light toasted, and cars drove on the pavement right there next to him, he saw it. 

weird, weird, weird, how free a life could be, and how solitary another was. 

494 doesn’t even realize that he is standing in the middle of the pavement until a child runs up to his leg, and he expects some snarky little comment, or maybe a soft voiced sorry! but the kid just stops. he’s got this floppy brown hair, and a coat about three sizes too big on him, and a gap between his two front teeth. 

and he’s saying nothing, but looking up at 494 with that toothy grin, and this was not a part of his training — dealing with children. 

“what do you want?” he asks, and it’s a bit harsh, sounds it to himself, too, when it spits out of his mouth, but. oh well. the most he can do is wipe the irritated, confused sneer off of his lips.

this is all just – a bit too much for him, really. 

the kid doesn’t even fucking falter though; that smile just widens. one of his littler hands shoots out and grabs 494’s and starts to yank. 

“dean! you came back!” 

the kid doesn’t falter, but 494 does. 

he plants his feet, and of course he’s stronger than this little guy — genetically altered dna and all, and plus, he’s double his size — so of course the kid stumbles backwards. 

his face contorts into confusion, pinched eyebrows, pinched lips, everything pinched. “what’s wrong?” 

and, like, what’s he supposed to say? honestly? his orders were do not engage. the kid engaged him. that’s not his fault. they should have had some sort of protocol prepared for–

“i know y’wanted to go t’that halloween party with casey,” the kid starts saying, and he’s got a lisp because of that gap in his teeth, which really just makes 494 feel a bit softer for him – surefire sign he needs to disengage, “but thank you. for comin’ back and all. i like trick or treating with you the best.” 

the kid loses him again, because what the fuck is a trick or treat? 

luckily, he starts to tug 494 along again, turning his back before he can see the sheer befuddlement morph onto his expression. and, that means that he doesn’t have to look him in the eyes when he– 

“i’m not dean.” 

weird, too, that is. giving something a name. he’s used to numbers and labels and codes, not humanizing things or people to keep it easy and simple. 

the kid skids to a stop, little shoes scuffing on the pavement. he doesn’t say anything for a moment, but the silence is enough. the only thing 494 can hear is the fucking wind whistling through the red and orange leaves, the giggling toddlers with their parents on the other side of the street, and it’s a bit suffocating, and now all he wants is for this one to go back to talking his ear off. 

“you… that doesn’t…” the kid stumbles over the words just like he stumbled over his shoes, and before 494 can let him turn around again and see that this entire thing is fucking killing him, he rips his hand free from his small grip. 

he walks at a leisurely pace, refusing to look over his shoulder, hoping that the kid will lose interest by the time 494 chooses to leap into the trees. he has to dodge around the even littler kid, a girl, being bounced up and down between her parents by their grip on her hands as they walk, her squealing loud even as they disappear out of sight. 

and it’s all too much, really, isn’t it? 

so he decides fuck it, and jumps up into the nearest tree, his hands closing around a branch of umber and maroon leaves, climbing higher up it until he can’t hear the sound of cars skating by on the road below, to make the journey back to his home of stone walls without windows.

[labselkie]

MORE CANON MARITHA WHAATT,, happens in the middle of her show’s pilot, just before she finds teen in tha closet. and the first part happens the day before, maybe just after rio leaves

“Detective, hey..” Officer Herb knocked on Agatha’s door before stepping in. As usual, they couldn’t look more different- The tall man seemed to loom over Agatha, who was slumped over her desk and feverishly tapping her pen on a small notepad.

Agatha let out a faint groan, running her free hand over her cheek. “What is it, officer,” She grumbled, her sharp blue eyes dulled with exhaustion. She was stuck on this case, it was so recent, but so petrifying, and she wouldn’t let herself rest. Herb stepped in, a small tupperware bowl in one hand.

“You can take off for lunch, Agnes, that angel brought in some food again.” He slid the still warm container forward, making sure not to let it touch any sensitive papers. Agatha glanced up, not moving an inch. Her nose scrunched, and her face twisted with a hint of disgust.

“How nice.. Heaven sent, isn’t she?” She snips, sarcasm dripping from each word. She still finally sits up and moves to pop the container open. Even the top was warm, releasing a clearly savory scent when opened. It was spaghetti, a simple meal, but the effort put in was visible. Agatha recoiled a bit, sighing quietly and trying her hardest not to roll her eyes.

“Yeah, she is,” The officer slid forward a plastic fork and handful of napkins, “I won’t make you come out, just take care of yourself, ok?”

“Mhm…”

• [EDIT!] The second half of this fic is No Longer canon to my general lore. I’m still proud of it, but disregard this half if you’re trying to just digest their story.

Agatha threw on a silk robe, its floral patterns doing nothing to distract her from the idea that her work files were nothing more than garden pictures. Señor Scratchy laid behind her feet, finally freed from his little home in the basement.

She paced around her home, over discarded trinkets, past torn paintings, and she just couldn’t help but lament. She would get those three years back, even if the rage boiling in her blood consumed her. Her head still rung faintly, but it cancelled out when a small knock sounded from her front door. Agatha froze, hands curling into a claw as her hackles rose. The last thing she needed was a distraction.

Maybe if she just stayed silent… She took a deeper breath, attempting to slow her heart and calm her nerves. It had to just be one of her neighbors, one of many concerned after her little freak out earlier. So, she didn’t answer. She crept a bit closer, sneaking to the door to try and steal a look through the peephole, but the jingling of keys on the other side caught her off guard.

A key slid into the lock and turned with a small click. In the midst of her worry, Agatha didn’t think to grab a weapon of any sort, rather, she just stood frozen. The door was pushed in, cracking open quietly, and the first thing Agatha’s eye was drawn to was a pair of grand dark blue wings on the back of a young woman, just a few inches shorter than her.

That angel… Heaven sent.

The bird-girl lights up, those yellow eyes as bright as the sun. Even the little wing structures that replace her ears lift and flutter a bit. “Agatha!”

“Nope-“ Agatha’s brows furrowed immediately, her nose scrunching as she quickly slams the door shut. The mutant on the other side is quicker, though, as she’s able to push through and enter the home. Agatha was reluctant, stepping back and fumbling with her hands, trying to make any motion to push this neighbor away.

“No, no, get out-“ The witch stammered, her hands stiff as she waved them to the door. “I set you up to leave! You weren’t even supposed to remember.. Marie, I don’t want you here.”

Marie’s wings settled down, and she leans against the door when gestured to go. She doesn’t look much different than before, from 25 to 28, she barely gained an inch, and her fashion sense was still a bit limited because of her wings. Her brows rose, her lips pursed, and she speaks quite calmly. “Mrs. Hart caught me up… She said she saw how close we were, so she talked me through it.”

Agatha’s face twisted, a hint of disgust clear on her features. The witch turns with a flourish, scoffing quietly. “I’d rather see anyone else right now.”

Marie stepped behind her, wringing her hands by her stomach as she kept up pace. “Well- I understand that, but you didn’t turn any of my cooking down.”

Agatha waved her off again, before reaching the kitchen and using its island to separate them. She holds onto the counter edge, leaning onto outstretched arms. “That was you…” She mumbles.

“Most of it, yeah,” Marie answered kindly. She was taking her time, she didn’t want to worry Agatha any more. “The spaghetti sauce was a family recipe.” A small smile graces her lips.

“And when Herb said you were an angel-“ The witch groans, lowering her head in front of her and letting her hair fall in front of her face. She’s silent for a few more seconds, her breathing heavy and slow as she tried to take it all in. If Marie is back, that means she remembers, which also means she remembers Agatha saying she loved her. Just once, but it stuck around with both of them.

Agatha couldn’t find any words, but thankfully, Marie found some for her.

“We stuck together through that Hex… And I chose to come back- I chose that because I wanted to stick around again. I want to help, Agatha.”

[respectthepetty]

GMMTV 2024 Part 1 - Hot Tops

I did this last year, so I guess I'll do it this year too even though I'm salty like the Great Lakes in Utah about not getting JoongDunk, release dates for the remaining 2023 shows, nor Midnight Museum 2. Even though I have questions like if High School Fremeny is gonna be queer and why GMMTV is determined to make Earth seem old (Ossan's Love, really?!), there was a lot that I liked about this lineup like . . .

#1 - ON SALE Peaceful Property

I don't know if this show is a BL or not or what its name is, but I don't care. I'm gonna watch the hell out of it regardless. After enjoying New in The Warp Effect act wild, then Tay in Midnight Museum (thug tears!) be unhinged, I'm excited to see them play to those strengths in the Thai edition of one of my favorite shows, Los Espookys, because we have the rich kid who needs the help of the poor ghost hunters. It looks like a funny (and heartwarming) take on los espookys, so I'll be scared, but it has color coding which makes it a HOT TOP for me. - For the Heart

#2 - Wandee Goodday

Great was queer in Manner of Death. It was canon to me, so I followed him to Catch Me Baby where he clearly wasn't queer, but NetJames as the support were, so it was a win. So I'll be damn sure to follow this fine man on this wild adventure with Inn where he is playing an actual queer. Like he knows "he is queer and is already having casual sex with a guy" queer. It also features THOR, DRAKE and POND, while being directed by GOLF with the possibility of color coding, so who am I to argue with perfection. - For the Kinks

#3 - My Golden Blood

I don't like vampires, but I love camp, and nothing gets campier than this pilot trailer even if was unintentional. I laughed so many times during it that I'm going to treat this as a comedy whether it is or not. It had Neo and Mond while also saving some space for potential "older" vampires to show up (Papang anyone?). Fluke Gawin continues to take one for the team, yet stays winning, so thank this babygirl for his service, while Joss serves body. Amen. - For the Laughs

#4 - The Trainee

Everyone looks miserable in corporate America Thailand, which is realistic because it is soul-sucking and never-ending, but OffGun are getting to play adults AGAIN, and like I wrote last year - They are Kelly Clarkson. Even at their worst, they are better than every one else, performance-wise, and they have View, Piploy, and Sea with his beautiful side profile as supports. Because it is an office BL, I'm already rooting for it, and it features Gun crying which is only rivaled by Khaotung tearing up, meaning it's marvelous. - For the Adults

#5 - Kidnap

Both Ohms are in it with Title and a newbie, but I'm only showing up 42% for them and 58% for PAPANG! That's it! That's the reason. - For the PAPANG!

Honorable Mention - Pluto

It's really shitty of me to put a picture of the bully, played by THOR (again!), as the image for this when it is a GL, but the entire reason it isn't even ranked is because . . .

WHAT WAS IT ABOUT?!

There are twins? One gets in a car accident with her husband right after the wedding or on the way to the wedding? The other twins takes her place to figure out what happened? But falls back in love with her bestie? Or were they already in love? Or did the chick actually love the other twin? Make it make sense, Mary! All I truly understood was Thor & Baseball Bat. Everything else was confetti. - For the ???

Everything Else

As usual, I'm showing up for everything queer, so even if I'm not looking forward to them I'll watch them.

But Ossans' Love . . . really, GMMTV? *eye roll for making me sit through it again in another language*

[ninja-muse]

September was a good month! Nothing I read was bad, which means my ranking this month was done by hairs and vibes and I definitely recommend everything. Even my DNFs were good, objectively. They just weren't for me. And my library has finally, finally, started to put June and July releases into circulation, and Seanan McGuire knocked it out of the park again, and I found out I won an ARC by getting an email that effectively said the parcel had been delayed, and I managed to read two-thirds of a book in a single day because I had public transit adventures on purpose.

My expected book haul didn't happen, though. My birthday yielded one book (the Tolkien), but also two bookish puzzles, one bookish shirt, and two bookstore gift cards. (Yes, I have already preordered something, never fear.) (No, I'm not complaining. I do not need more books. And the shirt's perfect.) And once again, I feel like I didn't read enough, but I had some freelance work come my way and that ate into my reading time. Oh, and uh, GBBO is back so there went another evening….

I managed two books off my physical TBR this month. The Trixie Belden is one I "accidentally" bought online a few months ago. I loved these books as a kid and I'm determined to one day own them all. (I think now I'm missing six.) I was pleasantly surprised by how well it held up and would love to see Trixie get a reboot or rerelease for modern kids. She is hands-down better than Nancy Drew and I'll fight people about it. The other book is a Philip Pullman short story I liberated from work and which has been sitting on my shelves for something like six years. Lee Scorsby gets his own prequel story! It's great! And definitely improved by my inability to picture him as anyone but Lin-Manuel Miranda.

And A Natural History of Dragons was exactly the sort of book I imagined it being, and I think it's going to be a near-binge series for me. I have the second book coming in for me at the library now, and I'm pretty sure I'll be requesting the third once I'm done with that.

I'm going to have work in October at reading more dark or complicated things, or striking more of a balance. Five cozyish books this month was a little much.

Oh, and one last thing: due to recent news, I've purged my library of all Neil Gaiman works I don't have a sentimental connection to. I've yet to take the stack to my favourite new used bookstore for credit, but as far as I'm concerned, they're already gone.

And now, as usual, here’s my list of everything I read this month, in the rough order of how glad I was to have read them.

Tidal Creatures - Seanan McGuire

Somebody is killing incarnations of the moon and the remaining moon gods, lead by Chang’e, must stop them before the cosmic balance is upset.

8/10

major Chinese-American POV character, 🏳️‍🌈 secondary character (lesbian), South Asian secondary character, 🏳️‍🌈 author

library book

The Disenchantments - Celia Bell

During the Affair of the Poisons, a baroness and her female lover are thrown deeper into the underworld of lies and secrets after a vicious murder.

8/10

🏳️‍🌈 protagonist (sapphic), 🏳️‍🌈 secondary character (sapphic)

warning: domestic abuse, misogyny, beating

reading copy

A Natural History of Dragons - Marie Brennan

A memoir by Lady Trent, renowned natural philosopher and adventuress, covering her childhood, first expedition, and the troublesome dragons of the Vystrana highlands.

8/10

warning: death, murder, animal death

library book

Once Upon a Time in the North - Philip Pullman

Lee Scorsby arrives in Novy Odense and finds a conniving politician, a beleaguered captain, and a hired gun—not necessarily in that order.

7/10

warning: blood, gun violence

off my TBR shelves

Shoestring Theory - Mariana Costa

After everything goes wrong under King Eufrates, Grand Mage Cyril decides to turn back the clock and prevent disaster. Unfortunately, his plan for fixing things was “wing it” and he’s never been good at politics. Out in October

7/10

🏳️‍🌈 protagonist (gay), 🏳️‍🌈 secondary characters (multisexual), major dark-skinned characters

warning: suicide, animal death

reading copy/won

Buried Deep and Other Stories - Naomi Novik

A collection of fantasy short stories.

7.5/10

🏳️‍🌈 secondary characters (achillean)

reading copy

Dreadful - Caitlin Rozakis

Gav wakes up with no memories in a dark wizard’s lab. He quickly realizes he is the dark wizard and if he doesn’t figure The Plan soon or play to type, there won’t be a Gav at all.

7/10

🏳️‍🌈 secondary character (achillean)

library ebook

Trixie Belden and the Mystery at Saratoga - Kathryn Kenny

When Honey’s groom suddenly goes missing, Trixie and Honey naturally start working on the wheres and the whys and whatever else they need to bring him back.

6.5/10

warning: attempted animal cruelty

off my TBR shelves

The Village Library Demon-Hunting Society - C.M. Waggoner

When Winesap’s amateur sleuth realizes her town’s per capita death rate, she grows convinced that something supernatural is afoot. And that’s before her cat starts talking.

7/10

Black secondary character, 🏳️‍🌈 secondary characters (gay, bi man)

borrowed from work

The Forest City Killer - Vanessa Brown

An account of a number of unsolved murders in late-1960s London, Ontario, with a bent towards there having been a serial killer.

7/10

🇨🇦

warning: murder, sexual assault

library ebook

Picture Books

The Bakery Dragon - Devin Elle Kurtz

Ember wants a gold hoard like the big dragons, but he’s too small to get one the normal way. One night, he follows a golden glow to a bakery and everything changes.

9/10

DNF

Garden of Earthly Bodies - Sally Oliver

When thick hairs begin to grow on Marianne’s back, her doctor diagnoses grief and trauma and sends her to a New Age center, where strange and unsettling things are happening.

borrowed from work

Goth - Lol Tolhurst

A history of goth music, from a musician who was there at the beginning.

reading copy

Currently reading

The Disappearing Spoon - Sam Kean

An entertaining history of chemistry and the elements of the periodic table.

library ebook

Music from the Earliest Notations to the Sixteenth Century - Richard Taruskin A history of early written European music, in its social and political contexts.

The Penguin Complete Sherlock Holmes - Arthur Conan Doyle Victorian detective stories

disabled POV character (limb injury), occasional Indian secondary characters

warning: racism, colonialism

Monthly total: 10 + 1 Yearly total: 92 Queer books: 2 Authors of colour: 1 Books by women: 9 Authors outside the binary: 0 Canadian authors: 1 Classics: 0 Off the TBR shelves: 2 Books hauled: 1 ARCs acquired: 1 ARCs unhauled: 3.5 DNFs: 2

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Double Duty Fantasies

Pairing ~ Jin Grandet, Sariel Noir x Reader

Word Count ~ 4483

Author's note ~ This fic truly turned out to be quite the monster. Once I got inspired (thank you to @aquagirl1978 and her Ikevil Victor fic), I just couldn't seem to stop. Thank you also to this anon for your lovely request, and @maries-gallery and @kissmetwicekissmedeadly for the motivation to finish (pun absolutely intended)!

This fic is for Mo's event Late Summer Rendezvous, using the prompt "Sunset to Sunrise"!

Warnings ~ Sex toys, masturbation, cunnilingus, fingering, praise kink, voyeurism, blowjobs, size kink, vague dom (suitor)/sub (reader), spanking, bdsm, anal, inanimate object penetration, penetration, double penetration, overstimulation, nipple play, creampie, double creampie, ejaculation, double ejaculation, mmf, no sexual interaction between mm

You stretched into the hum of your toy as it vibrated against your sensitive skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake as you trailed it over the soft, supple nipple of your right breast. “Mmmm,” you purred, arching your back off the mattress as you chased the pleasant sensations. A whimper broke loose as your nipple began to harden under the pulsing of the soft tip of your toy, a sign it was time to travel downwards to meet your awaiting core. You urged the toy down your body, along the soft planes of your stomach, tracing each curve and dip as you made your way to your plush folds, and allowed your mind to wander as you pushed the toy between your lips and gasped as you reached your clit. 

"J-Jin," you whimpered softly, picturing the 1st Prince's large hands encompassing your body, worshiping it with passionate reverence, dipping his deft fingers between your folds and working you open to fill your hole with his tongue. But Jin wasn't the only one in your fantasy. Another figure lurked in the shadows, tall, slender, mysterious. He watched with diligence, as if memorizing every move that drove you wild, before stepping into the light and brandishing his whip.

 You moaned long and loud as you pressed your toy against your hole, the vibrations filling you with a white hot heat that wouldn't be sated with a single orgasm alone. You chased the tension that gripped you as you began to clench around the tip of the toy, and you were so close to spilling over…so close-

The door to your room swung open abruptly and you yelped in surprise, desperately clawing your way under the sheets to hide your bare body from the intruder. You squinted at the figure in your doorway and your breath began to slow once you realized it was Jin and not some stranger. But as you studied the Prince, you began to notice how unkempt he looked; how animalistic he seemed…how feral his eyes were, and your heart picked up speed of its own accord. 

“Jin,” you said, sounding much more breathless than you had intended to. 

“I like it a lot more when you say my name like you were saying it a minute ago.” he murmured, his red irises large and lust-blown as he stared intently at you, as though he could see right through the bedcovers. 

Your eyes widened and you felt your face flush as the meaning of his words sank in. He heard me. He knew I was fantasizing about him! You buried your face in your hands on instinct. “I’m so sorry!” you cried, an apology the first thing off your tongue. You heard nothing in response for a long time, and, wondering if he had turned around to leave, you dared to peek through your fingers, but what you saw instead had you dropping your hands in surprise. Jin had stripped off his coat and shirt and was skulking towards you, as if hunting his prey, each defined muscle in his chest and abdomen clenching and releasing as he made his way to the side of your bed. “Jin,” you whispered and he crouched beside you, pulling your hand into his two larger ones and looking you in the eyes, more serious than you had ever seen him.

“There’s no need to apologize, sweetheart.” The words were sweet, but the look in his eyes was still predatory and your breath caught in your throat when you tried to answer, so instead of speaking, you simply nodded. He brought his hand up to brush a strand of your disheveled hair from your face and his fingers lingered there at your cheek, stroking your skin gingerly. His touch brought back memories of your fantasy and the place he touched began to heat. Jin must have noticed it too, because he smiled suddenly, and leaned in close, the tip of his nose brushing against the shell of your ear. You shivered as his hot breath hit your neck and his hand found its way under the covers to wrap around your waist. 

"What did you dream of me doing to you, sweetheart?" He whispered into your ear as the pad of his thumb danced around the skin below your breast. You gasped when he cupped it and swiped his thumb over your nipple. "Did I suck on your beautiful tits?" He chuckled darkly and a whimper escaped your lips as you nodded slowly. "Mmm, I know I'd enjoy that." He said, dropping a kiss onto your shoulder as his weight shifted onto you. You let him push you back onto the bed and tug the bedcovers down to reveal your body to the cool night air. Jin groaned as your breasts came into view, and you glanced down at his pants, both proud and thrilled to see how aroused he was. 

"Will you let me make those fantasies come true, princess?" He coaxed from the nape of your neck, biting down on the soft skin there as his hand slithered down your body and cupped you, using his middle finger to make a quick swipe of your wet folds. You mewled softly as he touched you, nearly overwhelmed already by how much more intense the sensations were when it wasn't just a dream. Your eyes closed and you nodded eagerly, desperate to have more of him against you.

He laughed softly against your neck. "Mmm, good girl." You moaned as the nickname sent a jolt of pleasure to your core, and moaned again when Jin used that moment to dip his long finger inside of you to sample your wet warmth. The sensation was so strong; his finger was so deep. 

"Unngghhhhhh, fuck, Jin." You whined, your hips thrusting against his finger as he curled it inside you. Your walls began to spasm around it, but he pulled it out of you quickly and you cried in frustration, your hips bucking harder in search of the friction you had just lost. You opened your eyes to glare at the beautiful man above you, but instead you were mesmerized by the way he took your slick and rubbed it onto your nipple before encasing it with his lips and sucking on it diligently. Your lips fell open and a groan came out as his tongue lapped your peaked bud over and over until you couldn't take any more, then he closed his lips over it and warmed it again, suckling on it like it would keep him alive. 

You watched in dazed awe as he squeezed, perked, and pressed on your breasts until they were red with his fingermarks, and at last, when you tried to squirm away from him because the stimulation was too much, he smiled and sat back, satisfied with his work. You heaved in breath after breath, trying to put your scattered thoughts back together. “Was that all I did in your fantasy?” Jin’s voice was a low rumble at your side, full of mischief and unfulfilled desire. 

“N-no,” you stuttered, the heat he had left untended flaring back to life as you thought of his cock stretching you wide. “But-” you stopped abruptly, wondering if you should tell him about the… other part of your fantasy. 

“But?” he asked, resting his head nonchalantly against his hand, as though he hadn’t just ruined your bedsheets. “Do you not want to go any further?”

“No! That’s not it!” you replied quickly. Too quickly, by the looks of it. Jin sat up and dusted off his pants, feigning casualness. 

“Well, if you can’t tell me what you want, I’m not gonna force ya.” he started to stand up and collect his clothes, and in an act of panic, you shot up off the bed and grasped his muscular arm, pressing it between your breasts and looking up at him desperately. The words came tumbling out before you could stop them.

“I fantasized that you and Sariel were both taking me!”

Jin stopped dead in his tracks and you feared, for only moments, that you had scared him away, or even worse, disgusted him. You retracted your body from him in shame and backed up to the middle of your bed, once again pulling the sheets up over your exposed body, wishing you hadn’t said anything. Jin still stood stiffly at the end of your bed, muscles tensed and unmoving. “Jin, I’m sor-”

“Wait here.” he instructed suddenly, then threw his coat over his shoulders and walked out the door without another word. Confusion mixed with rejection bubbled up inside of you, and all you wanted was to cover yourself from head to toe and cry, but before you could wriggle out of bed to find something to cover your body with, Jin popped his head back in the door. “And don’t you dare put on any clothes.” His tone was so serious that any thought of disobeying him was immediately disregarded and you nodded silently, watching him as he once again disappeared down the hallway. Minutes passed and you wondered if you had been tricked or forgotten, but footsteps down the hallway had you sitting up straight and clutching your bedsheets closer to your chest as they grew nearer.

At last, two figures appeared in your doorway, one you recognized immediately as Jin, but it wasn’t until Jin stepped inside to give you a better view of the other man that you realized it was Sariel. “Wha-” you opened your mouth to ask what was going on, but Jin was on you before you could even finish the first word, his lips claiming yours in a bruising kiss as his coat was once again discarded in the floor. “Jin!” you gasped between kisses as he pulled the covers away from your grasp and positioned himself over you. “What’s going on?!” you managed between assaults on your lips. 

“I said I’d make your dreams come true, didn’t I, babygirl? I meant it.” The words took your breath away and you moaned softly, allowing him to pull you flush against him and drag his semi-hard cock along your pussylips before turning his head to Sariel, who was slowly unbuttoning his shirt as he watched. His long vest cloak was already draped over the back of your sitting chair and his eyes were like slits, boring into you from the other side of the room, so harshly you could almost feel them like hands on your body. 

“She’s a beauty, isn’t she?” Jin smirked, running his palm down your body, from your neck, across your breast, down to your stomach, and coming to rest at your core.

“I knew my student fancied hands-on learning, but I didn’t know she desired to learn such advanced lessons so early on.” Sariel mused, his lip ticking up on one side in a dangerous grin that had your heartbeat sounding between your legs. 

“Well, she gets to learn from me first.” Jin chuckled and crawled down your body, crouching low enough to press a kiss to your slit as you writhed above him, then plunged his tongue between your folds. 

“Ah, Jin!” you cried out, your fingers scrambling to find his hair and tug on it as he stroked your insides with his tongue and nuzzled your clit with his nose. A delectable knot formed in the pit of your stomach as he ravaged you, and your entire body hummed while he pulled moan after salacious moan from your lips. You had lost all sense of time and presence of mind to Jin's tongue deep inside of you, and you didn't even notice the man making his way to your side, now undressed to his boxers, until he leaned over you and grasped your chin in his hand, turning your head to face him. 

“Don’t think for a moment I’ll allow you to forget about me.” Sariel murmured onto your lips before parting them with his tongue and eagerly exploring your mouth. 

“Mmm!” you crooned into his kiss, your tongue dancing with his while his gloved hands made quick work of your nipples, pinching them and rolling them until they stood taut for him to admire. He pulled back, enough to insert his gloved finger into your mouth, instructing you to bite down. When you obeyed, he pulled his hand until it was free of the glove, took it, and had you repeat the process with the other hand. You sighed blissfully as Jin worked you open with his fingers, taking care not to move too quickly. But you couldn’t focus on his ministrations for long, for Sariel had climbed up on the bed with you, and had your hand pressed against his aching bulge. You peeled away the last layer between you and his stiff cock and you moaned as it sprang free from its confines, already half-hard and desperate for your touch. You took it into your hand and gave it several pumps, eliciting a guttural growl from the minister kneeling next to you. Spurred on by his reaction, you opened your lips and took his tip into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it before sucking on it ever so slightly.

“Urgh,” Sariel grunted, struggling to still his stuttering hips. “Keep going.” he instructed, and you answered with a bob of your head on his stiffening member, pumping him with your hand and sucking him with your mouth. You had settled into an easy, pleasurable rhythm when you felt Jin’s finger plunge into your warmth and curl inside of you. You purred onto Sariel’s firm length and your body contorted as a sharp wave of heat hit you from the force of the stimulation. But just like last time, Jin removed his finger before granting you a release, planting a chaste kiss on your sopping folds before nodding to Sariel, who pulled his girth out of your mouth and backed off the bed, making his way instead to the sitting chair where his cape was flung and sitting down on it. He continued to stroke his own cock as Jin repositioned himself, a hand on each of your legs, pulling them apart and resting them on his shoulders before lining himself with your entrance.

“Ready, babygirl?” he smirked down at you, his handsome face and cocky smile nearly sending you to bliss as-is. You nodded, too hazy with lust to form a response, and he chuckled, rubbing circles on your clit with his thumb as he entered you. You groaned lewdly, no longer caring who might hear through the door. His cock felt so good stretching you out like that, the stinging pain nothing in comparison to how indescribably satisfying it was to be filled by him. 

“Jin!” you cried, wanting him closer. “M-more, please! More..” you sounded like a wanton, needy mess, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care as your walls welcomed all of Jin in and squeezed around him like a vice. “Ahh!” you yelped as he started moving, each vein and ridge sending your eyes rolling back in your head and your breath leaving you in gasps.

“I’ll give my princess anything she wants.” Jin grunted as he rolled his hips into your ass, pushing your legs up further, further, til he was bent over you rutting into your cunt and reaching deeper than you thought possible. 

“F-fuck me, Jin, please, please!” you pleaded as the knot in the pit of your stomach pulled taut. 

“Ya look so pretty- ungh! - look so pretty on my cock, sweetheart. Fuck you’re so pretty when you’re - ugh - drunk on my - nghh - cock.” His words were punctuated by grunts and moans of his own, chasing his high alongside you. 

“Please Jin, please. Daddy please, please Jin.” you begged as your body twisted, pressing closer to Jin, urging yourself down onto his cock over and over and over. You were so close, then you felt Jin’s fingers press into your clit and rub tight circles there.

“Mmm callin’ me daddy? Such a good girl. Gonna cum on my cock, princess? Hm? Gonna cum - ngh - all over me?”

“Ah, yes! Jin! Fuck!” you cried, his beckoning sending you over the edge. You clamped down on his cock and let out a long whine as you rode out your high with him inside you. 

As your breath returned to you and you started to relax, Jin gently pulled out of you, leaving you feeling empty. You whimpered at the loss, but Jin cupped your face gently and brought your lips to his once, twice, a third time before murmuring, “Don’t worry, sweetheart. You won’t be empty long.” He crawled off the bed and nodded to Sariel, who had been waiting patiently while Jin had his way with you. 

You were still in a haze as Sariel took Jin’s place on the bed and hauled you up, flipping you over to rest on all fours. “Hmmm.” he mused, stationing himself behind you to admire your plump rear and your swollen clit. “You were too gentle with her, Jin.” he said decidedly. 

Smack!

“Unghh!” you cried out suddenly as Sariel’s hand smacked your ass cheek. The blissful daze was gone in an instant and the itching burn in your core had returned. 

“That’s more like it. You need to be disciplined, don’t you, Belle?” he crooned in your ear and you nodded obediently, earning another forceful smack! to the backside. You felt the wetness in your core leaking from your slit as Sariel continued to administer your punishment. “Hand me my whip.” you heard him tell Jin and you bit back a moan. “Take that pillow and lay your head down, Belle.” Sariel instructed and you complied without hesitation, settling your cheek into the plush pillow and pushing your ass further in the air, expecting to feel the sharp sting of the whip. Instead, you felt something entirely different. 

“Oh…” you whimpered softly as the blunt end of the whip entered your pussy. Your jaw dropped open as he pumped the whip in and out of your cunt, fucking you from behind. But none of those sensations could have prepared you for the insatiable burn that took hold of you when Sariel thrust his pinkie into your puckered asshole. Words were no longer possible as Sariel spread both of your holes to use for his enjoyment, and tears pricked your eyes as the dueling sensations overstimulated you to the point of incoherent babbling. 

“If you want two men’s cocks,” Sariel taunted as he continued his incursion of your holes. “You need to be trained to handle two men’s cocks. Isn’t that right?”

“Nghhh uh huh mmmm,” it was all you could muster, but it seemed enough for Sariel as he pumped you faster, adding another finger to your asshole as he stretched you. “Fuuuuck Sariel!” you groaned, gripping the pillow your head rested on with all your might as he thrusted his fingers and his whip in and out of you at a relentless pace. “Ah!” you cried in frustration as he removed everything from your body at once, leaving you empty and aching. You tried giving him a piece of your mind, but the words came out as a blubbering mess of gibberish and you gave up as a tear rolled down your face.

“C’mon now, Sariel, don’t make the lady cry.” Jin chided from the chair in the corner, and Sariel sighed. 

“Very well, I shall give you what you want.” He slid his cock up and down your wet folds, coating his length in your slick. You were desperate to be filled to the brim with something; anything, that would fill the emptiness your pussy walls clenched around as Sariel’s plump tip swiped your clit again. A shiver of pleasure ran through you as you felt his cock head teasing your entrance but not quite pushing through. Desperate, you wiggled your rear back towards him, as if you could coax him into your pussy. But Sariel didn’t like being rushed, and you received a warning smack to your pussylips that had you yelping and settling down, ready to be obedient again. 

When he finally entered you, you sighed in relief, the friction feeling so good within your throbbing heat that all of his previous teasing was immediately forgiven. He grasped your hips with his hands and bounced you forward and back, thrusting his girth into your dripping cunt roughly, hitting that deep spot inside of you that had you seeing stars behind your eyes as you cried out his name again and again. As you rode him, he plunged his fingers back into your puckered hole and worked you open, bit by bit, ignoring how your mewls and cries got louder as he did so. 

Then all of the sudden, he paused, halting his movements, and before you knew what was happening, he had pulled out of you and his hands were on your breasts, guiding you up to press your back against his chest. He held you there as Jin crawled onto the bed in front of you and laid down on his back, looking up at you with unbridled lust in his eyes as he brushed your pink lips with his thumb. "Ready for two, sweetheart?" He chuckled, rubbing tight circles around your clit as Sariel helped you ease your legs open and scoot forward to balance your entrance over Jin's length. You had been so ready to imagine it, but now that you were here, faced with two beautiful men with two very large members, you hesitated, wondering if the pain would outweigh the pleasure. "Hey," Jin's voice brought you back to earth and you gazed down at his softened expression. "We're gonna take care of you, make sure you feel so good. And if you want us to stop, we will, okay? This is all you." You glanced over your shoulder at Sariel and he nodded, his own features softening ever so slightly as he pressed a gentle kiss to your neck, and your shoulders relaxed. You were in safe hands with your two men, and you were thankful they had reminded you. 

"Mkay," you murmured. "I'm ready." 

"C'mere, princess. Sit down on me." Jin coaxed and you obliged him, sinking down onto his thick cock with a long moan that rattled your entire body. He took hold of your hips and lowered you down to him, covering your lips with his and stroking your back gently as you readjusted to his wider girth. Once you nodded, he began thrusting up into you, moulding your pliant pussy around his cock as he plunged into you over and over again. You let your full weight rest on his muscular chest as he pumped you full, only slowing down once Sariel lined up with your asshole and slowly worked his way inside. 

You cried out loudly, pain ripping through you as Sariel’s cock stuffed you full. He paused, waiting for you to either adjust or tell him to stop. Jin kissed your forehead and reached between your legs to rub your clit, trying to ease your tension. You focused on Jin's deft fingers for awhile and were finally able to relax into his embrace again. You nodded, telling Sariel it was okay for him to continue moving, and he was able to fully sheath himself in your hole. You groaned when Sariel started to move, the pleasure of being completely filled in both holes robbing you of all sense. 

"Mmm," you hummed, adjusting yourself ever so slightly. Each tiny movement caused a new wave of heat in your core to erupt, and you nearly came undone in the first few seconds. But your body became more accustomed to the pressure, and Jin and Sariel began to coordinate their thrusts so that you would always be filled with one of them. 

Your moans got louder as they pounded into you, their cocks twitching inside of you, pushing you closer to the edge with every thrust. "Ah, ah!" You yelped, useless as you were bounced on their two pulsing cocks like a living toy. "Please, yes. Please make me cum, please let me cum, I'm gonna cum, please." You stammered, not fully aware of everything you were saying. But they felt so good and you didn't want it to stop, and you kept begging as they rutted into you. Sariel leaned down to your ear and whispered, "Are you going to cum for us, sweet little helpless Belle?" And at the same time, Jin closed his lips around one of your nipples and sucked hard. You lost your vision as the walls of both your abused holes clamped down on the two men's cocks with a vice grip, sucking them both in as far as they'd go. Your legs started shaking and you were fairly sure you were calling Jin and Sariel's names into the night air as you came hard and fast on both of their eager cocks. 

You had little hold on reality, but in your bliss you could still feel the two men cumming inside of you, filling your holes with their seed and making sure that none was wasted on your bedsheets. You vaguely recognized the feeling of being laid down on your pillow, and the last thing you remembered was being encapsulated in warmth. 

When the sun was high in the sky later that morning, and its rays stirred you from your deep slumber, you looked around lazily to find yourself alone in your bed, and your room had been put back exactly the way it had been before Jin came in the night before. "That wasn't a dream, was it?" You thought to yourself as you tried to prop yourself up on your elbow. The searing ache that followed that slight bit of movement told you that no, it definitely was not a dream. So why had they left? You continued your visual sweep of the room and your eyes landed on a note sitting atop your bedside table that most definitely had not been there last night. You opened it and smirked at the contents, already knowing what your answer would be.

Belle,

Apologies for leaving so early, we had some official business that needed tending to. However, Prince Jin has made it known to me that he is free this Friday evening, and it just so happens that I am free that evening as well. Shall we rendezvous again then? Until that time, I am certain that both Prince Jin and I would be delighted to spend some more…daylight-appropriate quality time with you. 

Do not let these trysts affect your studying habits, or we shall have to discuss your punishment. I do hope you slept well and there is a salve for the pain in the top drawer

Sariel & Jin 

~

Tags for the Lovelies: @aquagirl1978 @maries-gallery @kissmetwicekissmedeadly @rhodolitesroseforclavis @ikehoe @queengiuliettafirstlady @nightghoul381 @ominousjangling

[ratsfication]

Why I don't think Copia is dying and why he's not the antichrist:

It's well known that TF likes to follow certain themes for his albums concepts.

We had "Prequelle" about the black plague and now we are experiencing "Impera".

Impera is about fallen empires, our cyclic history of conquer and rule. I think ghost is staying with this concept till the next album and this why i don't think he's bringing the antichrist concept so soon.

Ghost is telling us a history and we need the apocalypse in order to have the antichrist and imperia isn't about the apocalypse.

Meliora, Prequelle and Impera are the first steps to create the apocalypse, after all the chaos, we are having the apocalypse and the Antichrist.

That being said, i really think Tobias is going to release an album about the Apocalypse and the end of the world.

"Oh but we already have Infestissumam and Opus Eponymous"

Opus Eponymous is more of an collection of prayers and a few stories about satan and satanic figures.

Infestissumam is more focused on the antichrist, but it's providing us prophecys and prayers for idolatry.

Meliora is about the world without a god, the early stages before the apocalypse.

What the nameless ghoul said about it:

Some Christians Scholars said the antichrist is the first of the four horsemen of the apocalypse, he's going to be the world leader after the rapture and the chaos.

He's going to bring the apocalypse, he's charming and confident.

I don't think this description fits Copia.

Resume:

Meliora, Prequelle and Impera where all the early stages before the apocalypse.

I don't think Ghost is bringing the antichrist so soon because we need one album solemnly about the Apocalypse, to actually have a story for the antichrist and this guy is not Copia

"what about the vitral where Copia is naked and have a enigmatic chest tattoo?"

In my opinion, that picture is actually a representation about Adam and Eve, but it's not literal. Copia is the one holding the apple instead of the woman, this is a metaphor that says he's the one making us sin, he's the one offering the apple of sin.

About Copia's death:

i don't think he's dying, he will probably be deposed and after that, we have papa V. Tobias is not a big fan of being predicable, so honestly, he's not killing papa iv so soon.

I have a theory about Copia too:

Bonus:

Even tho Mary Goore is not an part of the Ghost lore, they're actually a good candidate to being the antichrist.

In the song "under the spell", Mary is actually singing like they're the antichrist itself:

When TF said this:

We need to remember that angels are creatures without genders, so maybe, Mary is actually an fallen angel and a good candidate of being the antichrist.

Another thing: since the antichrist is the exactly opposite of jesus, his mother needs to be a "morally wrong woman". So maybe, the antichrist is the son of one of the papas with an sister of sin.

Overall, this is what i wanted to share! I hope it makes sense.

[romirola]

Headcanons for the Shaw Pack’s Favorite Modes of Relaxation

David: He likes to take a long, hot shower. Having the ability to linger underneath the water for as long as he wants makes David feel alive and refreshed. Although he doesn’t have many products beyond the essentials, he takes the time to indulge himself in relishing each subtle scent. It’s a ritual where David washes away the stress that’s built up so that he can start fresh. 

Angel: They sprawl out on the floor (maybe with a few pillows, maybe not) while listening to music that suits their current mood. They take up all the space they can. They stretch out and crack all their joints. Angel lets the entire world melt away and becomes completely lost in the music. 

Asher: He goes on a leisurely hike. Asher takes every possible moment to smell every flower, look at every cool boulder, listen to every crackling leaf or singing bird. In short, he purposefully doesn’t hurry. Being in nature soothes him. Consciously deciding to meander, slowly and thoughtfully, allows Asher the periodic pause he needs to sustain his high-energy lifestyle. 

Babe: They break out their coloring book and colored pencils. Babe will work on one image until it’s complete. They don’t get caught up with what colors the objects in the picture “should be” and instead, take the liberty of letting their imagination guide them. They have full creative control over what they create. Babe loves to see the image come to life, full of color and style. 

Milo: He gets wrapped up with a crossword puzzle. Milo is a crossword whiz! He loves to sit back in a comfy chair (preferably Aggro on his lap), unwind, and figure out each and every clue. Milo loves to see the tangible progress he makes as he works through the clues, plus he gets the chance to indulge (and, when Sweetheart is also home, to show off) his logophilia. 

Sweetheart: They practice yoga. Sweetheart adores how a yoga practice gets at every muscle and joint in their body. Some days, it feels like the only time they can be gentle with themselves is when they are on their mat. A consistent practice helps them feel stronger and helps them be more deliberate in everything they do. 

Darling: They binge hours and hours of a franchise (film, TV, books, whatever) that they have not yet had the chance to view. This way, Darling can fully devote themselves to the ins and outs of the story without distraction. Darling loves to see all the narrative pieces come together without having to wait for the next part to be released. 

Sam: He sleeps during the night, just like he used to do when he was human. Even though he doesn’t need sleep like he did when he was human, every now and again, Sam craves the nostalgia and normality of crawling into bed and burrowing under the sheets before turning off the light and losing himself to the darkness. 

Bonus-

Gabe: He rearranges… anything. Everything. Whatever he can get his hands on. Gabe declutters a closet, organizes the inside of the refrigerator, or even straightens out the papers on his desk. Alpha duties often consume Gabe’s time, so when he gets the rare chance to spend some time on himself, it makes him feel good to use that time to make the house nicer for David and himself. 

Marie: She gets a professional massage at a nearby spa. It’s a rare treat, but Marie works hard. She deserves to rest easy. The whole experience simply delights her. Checking in and changing into the robe, choosing the type of massage she’ll get, smelling the oil, and feeling that tension get rubbed, squeezed, and coaxed away. 

[olsenmyolsen]

The Pressure of Someone Else and Rings

Part 43 of On The Inside With Elizabeth Olsen

Word Count: 4K

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Hello ❤️. This chapter is just short and to move some plot along! I missed Y/n, Liz, and you all so much!

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Saturday Morning, May 7th, 2022

Billboard Today "Fans of newcomer hex showed up in force just after midnight last night to see the drop for the tracklist to the artist's debut album. The livestream, which many thought was going to be small, was watched by over 200,000 people. Oh, and what about the songs, you ask? It looks like the album is going to be a solid eleven songs. But just before signing off, hex let it slip that there may be more in the future. Deluxe album, maybe?"

PopCrave "Artist hex debuted their tracklist for their debut album hex last night to awaiting fans. Check out the photo below from the livestream!" photo

MusicStarsNow "In a series of tweets starting with a profile picture change. Artist hex shows fans who missed last night's livestream the painting of the album cover commissioned by a friend of the artist Cyrus Wilcott. Followed by eleven tweets. Each one being a track title with short information about the song. However, the final tweet only contained the song title. Other than that, no release date has been given, but we hope for a summer release!"

Twitter

Saturday July 9th, 2022

Y/N POV

It's the day of the twin's birthday party, and Liz and I have finally made it to Ashley's after a grueling morning. On top of that, this moment has been a long time coming. It's been a few months since we've seen the two dirty blondes. They couldn't attend my birthday party last month since it was just a small get-together with the band, local friends, Max, Ivy, myself and Liz. And they were busy traveling for their brand all while having their actual birthday a few days prior.

Yeah, sure, we've had FaceTime calls and our group chat, but it just hasn't been the same. So anyway. Here we are.

At the twins (a month late) birthday get-together.

We made it.

"Y/n." Liz draws my attention towards her as she lifts her hand to pick up a hair from my face as we stand outside the door of Ashley's giant home in the city. "There we go. That's been bothering me since we left our new place." I can't help but laugh. "Why did you wait till now?"

Liz shrugs but hides a smile.

I roll my eyes. "You're lucky you're cute," I say, making Liz grip my arm tighter and pull her towards me as I stumble. "Oh, is that all I am?"

"Right now, you're being sexy, and it's unfair," I reply, but before Liz can rebut, the door opens, revealing Mary-Kate on the other side. In an instant, Liz removes her arm from me and hugs her shorter sister. "Oh, Lizzie!" Mary-Kate shouts as she accepts the loving hug.

I can't help but smile as I watch the two.

"Oh my goodness, I love this dress." MK unwraps herself from my girlfriend as she moves her hands down the dress. "Dôen?" Mary-Kate guesses correctly, making myself and Liz shocked. "How do you know that?!" Liz stamps her foot like a child, making me laugh. "I was hoping this would stump you."

Mary-Kate raises her eyebrows and hums. "It's my job, Lizzie." MK moves her attention to me. "Y/n!" She cheers and makes a big show of it just to get under Liz's skin. And it works. "She's wearing my clothes, so you probably already know it all."

Mary-Kate looks over my fit, and she notices every article of clothing. But before commenting on it, she turns to her sister. "You know you already have her, so you don't need to loudly claim your territory." Liz shrugs and crosses her arms as Mary-Kats turns back to me. Her hands still hot on my arms.

"I must say you have good taste." MK looks up to my eyes and winks, forcing Liz to step between us. "Okay!" I shake my head at Mary-Kate's teasing as she tries to stop Liz from pulling me away. "Lizzie, stop. I was joking. Come on." Liz looks back and sighs. "Okay, you're right."

"I know I am." MK smirks. "Aren't you going for therapy for your jealousy issues?"

She was.

Liz glared at her sister, who had taken the hint. "Right. Okay. Let's see... Sparrow Top from Dôen. Again." Mary Kate hummed. "Jesse Kamm pants. Oh wow!" MK squats in her jeans and white wavy blouse to look closer at my (Liz's) brown leather shoes. "Manolo Blahnik. They look great!" Mary-Kate says as she looks up to Liz. "I know," Liz says before breaking out into a smile.

MK huffs as she rises. "Regardless, you both look great!"

Liz and I compliment Mary-Kate and refuse to guess where her clothes are from before leaving the entryway.

That'd be impossible.

We find Ashley amid a phone call to her boyfriend, Louis. A sweet guy I've only met a handful of times. One of those being Thanksgiving! Apparently, he couldn't make it to the birthday dinner tonight. He left early this morning on a business trip.

At least, this is all according to what Mary-Kate was mouthing to Liz and me while Ash wrapped up her call.

"Love you too! Bye!" Ashley flipped her phone down with her left hand and ran like an excited kid to her younger sister. "You're here!" She said as she squeezed Liz. "Oh, Lizzie! It's been too long! I'm growing sentimental in my old age."

"Hey!" Mary-Kate loudly whined to Ashley's words. "We're not old!" Ashely ignored her as she moved her eyes to me. "Y/n!" Just as quick I'm being wrapped up in a hug. I missed this. "Hi, Ash!" I say with a chuckle.

"Okay, that you don't have a problem with, but I look at Y/n a little too long, and I get the glare?" Mary-Kate whines to Liz who rolls her eyes. "Mary-Kate, let's not dwell on things," Ashley says as she laughs at Liz, who is already grabbing wine and glasses for the three of us. And a water for MK.

Thoughtful even when she's annoyed by her sister.

Ashley walks around the spacious kitchen to help pour the wine into the glasses, and Mary-Kate focuses on grabbing some snacks for tonight's events. Speaking of...

"So when is everyone else getting here?" Liz asks as if she could read my mind. I mean, the four of us aren't necessarily a party. It could be, but it isn't.

"Well, Ruby is on her way. She had to take care of some personal things first." I smile at hearing those words. Mary-Kate is still seeing her former assistant and now full-time girlfriend, Ruby.

As far as I know, she still works for the Row but has had to be relocated to a different department. I remember Mary-Kate complaining about the unfairness of it because she was the boss. Ashley just laughed.

"Courtney might swing by!" Ash says as she picks up her phone. "Might?" Liz curiously asks. Mary-Kate takes this one. "She and Vanessa just flew into the city last night. Then I think tomorrow morning they're going to Wyoming. No, that's not right..." Mary-Kate slowly stops as her thoughts consume her. Liz stands by, confused. I mean, I am, too, because last we heard, Court was about to land an audition for an undisclosed streaming show.

"What about the show?" Liz asks as she looks from one sister to the other. Mary-Kate sees the look. "Oh, she didn't get it..." MK says with a frown before tilting her head at Liz and myself. "She didn't tell you?" Liz and I look at one another and shake our heads.

Ashley looks to me. "Aren't you and her like besties?"

I wouldn't say besties, but I have a close friendship with Courtney. She reminds me a lot of Max most of the time, which may be why Court feels like a friend I've had for a while. Not just Liz's sister.

But why didn't she say anything?

"No." Liz and I both say, earning a look from the twins. "Are we missing something?" I ask. "Well, it happened weeks ago." I slowly nod. "And the exact words are lost on me now, but..." Ashely trails off. "It's like the first couple of times you tried out for parts, Lizzie," Mary-Kate concludes. My attention turns from one sister to the other as Liz closes her eyes and sighs.

"They're comparing her to me," Liz says quietly with a heartbroken expression. My mouth drops, seeing the beaten look on her face. I quickly move to be by her side. Ashley looked just as hurt. "Well, I see why she didn't tell us," Liz says to the room, but I still nod to her words.

"You know it's not your fault." Mary-Kate immediately speaks up to let Liz know that she indeed had nothing to do with this. "But it's still unfair," Liz says back, making the twins nod.

I slowly rub my arm up and down Liz's back. Liz sighs. I can see she's already thinking about how to talk to Courtney about this.

"Is there anything I can do?" Liz offers. Ashley looks to her twin for an answer. 

"Maybe stop being so good?" Mary-Kate cautiously says, hoping to break the mood. I chuckle, and Liz follows on her own. It's small, but it happens. "You're clearly going to win an Oscar one day."

"That's what I keep saying!" I pipe up, earning a smile from MK and an eye roll from Liz. "Guys, be serious."

"Even if it is true?" Ash asks as her eyebrow raises. Liz sighs again before finding herself a spot to sit. Mary-Kate watches as Ash follows their sister. Sitting next to her at the kitchen island. "Lizzie." Ash grabs her sister's hand with her right one and squeezes it. "It's not your fault, and as much as it sucks, Courtney is going to have to power through like you did."

"But I don't want her to do that."

"That's because she's your sister, and you love her." Ash smiles at Liz, who nods and smiles back. "Maybe you can talk to her about it later." Liz nods again and lowly laughs as she speaks. "You sounded a lot like mom just now."

Ash goes wide-eyed and pulls her arms very comedically away from Liz. "I am not ready to be a mother!"

Cut to: The Halloween party later this year when Ash tells us she pregnant while I'm dressed up like a vampire with fake teeth and a horrible Transylvanian accent and everything. All the while, Liz was dressed as "Red Head Black Latex Hero," according to the Halloween store Liz went to three weeks before this.

"Well, I'm not having kids," Mary-Kate says before I see her pull out her phone and look at it. Her face looks up from her phone to Liz and back down before she hits the button on the side and puts it down.

Ignoring whoever was calling.

Liz laughs as her sister as she lets her back rest against the seat. I look at MK with a "who was that" look once she faces me. "Dad." MK mouths and turns her head as a way to end the conversation.

A flat smile forms on my face.

Liz still has yet to talk to her father since Thanksgiving. I've already moved on from that day, but my girlfriend hasn't. I don't blame her, and I can try to convince her to talk to her father all day long, but at the end of the day, it's Liz's decision.

One myself, her sisters, and the rest of the family have all come to terms with.

I tune back into the conversation as the Olsens pick up their wine glasses and water. "Come on." Liz laughs as she stands in front of me. "We're moving to the living room." She laughs as she grabs my hand and pulls me. "What were you thinking about?" Liz asks. You take a beat to answer. "Your father called Mary-Kate." Liz stops in her tracks. "How do you know?"

"I watched her ignore it." I look at her green eyes as they wobble slightly. "And she told me."

"You know I agree with whatever you decide now or in the future, but have you thought about talking to him recently?"

Liz and I are stopped in the glorious living room entryway. Ashley and MK noticed a while ago and have done their best "we're not eavesdropping" expression.

But they aren't precisely acting it out very well.

"I have," Liz admits before sighing and seeing her sisters out of the corner of her eye. "We can talk about it later." She whispers, and I nod and agree. Whatever she's comfortable with.

"Okay, stop being weird, you two, and don't bring it up," Liz says nervously as she sets her wine glass down and sits on a loveseat before patting the cushion for me to join her.

A thing I happily do!

The twins agree, but when Liz doesn't notice, they have a silent conversation with themselves.

Twins do be weird like that.

Anyways!

"Oh right, so who else is coming!?" Liz asks once the conversation has shifted from not talking about David Olsen to talking about Liz's garden, my album, Geneva, a little bit of baseball, my continuous lack of my own vehicle, and finally coming back around to Liz's acting skills and the lack of future projects.

Little Miss Not A Lot Going On Right Now.

I've seen the scripts on her desk and email.

"So Courtney and Ness maybe, Ruby, Chelsea, Juliet, Lana, and some other friends.

"She means models," Mary-Kate speaks openly as Ashley gives her an annoyed glare. "And you're sure you just want something small?" Liz is perfectly normal doing a small birthday but she knows that MK and Ash usually like to do something a little more extravagant.

Ash nodded. "I'm more than fine with it. I have things planned, too." She says before she picks up her glass and takes a sip as she again looks at Mary-Kate.

I hum to myself quietly, as this isn't the first time I've noticed them eyeing one another.

But a second later, I almost choked on my white wine.

Did I forget?

Did Liz tell me?

She's not freaking out about it...

One by one, these thoughts fly by as I pull my eyes up from the giant rock on Ashley's left hand.

She's engaged??

How did I miss that earlier??

The doorbell to the townhouse rings, making the twins rise and squeal as Ash looks at the security camera on her phone. "It's Ruby!" Mary-Kate is racing to the front door in a flash.

Liz smiles and adores seeing her older sister love and be loved.

Meanwhile, I'm struggling to consider whether I was told about Ash and the acknowledgment of marriage.

Liz rises from the loveseat to get ready to greet Ruby once they come back before I grab her hand. "Liz?" I say, making the sweet dark blonde eye me. "What's up?"

I open and close my mouth. "Di-did- okay, I know I've been working a lot on the album, and so many days I'm like exhausted, but did... did you tell me that Ash got engaged and I just forgot?" Liz's concerned look turns into one confusion. "What?" She asks before I end up following her into the foyer.

Liz interrupts everyone's greeting as she grabs Ashley's left hand and lifts it to her face. "Oh my gosh!!" Liz drops the hand and jumps up and down before hugging her sister. "Took you long enough!" Mary-Kate loudly says as Ruby slaps her girlfriend's arm lightly. "Babe!"

"When did this happen, and why didn't you tell me?!"

I give a quick hello to Ruby as Ash folds due to the integration process she's become a part of.

"It happened last night." Liz covers her mouth in shock at Ashely's words. "We went out to dinner, walked the park, came home, did our nightly routine, and then as we were laying in bed, he got up and was gone for about three minutes before he came back into the room with the box. He was going to propose over dinner but had gotten so nervous before we left that he switched his jacket with the ring inside of it and didn't realize until we had already left."

Ash looked at her hand with a smile. "Apparently, he had planned to propose so many times the weeks prior."

Liz didn't say anything else but wrapped her older sister up into a hug. She was elated for her. "Oh my gosh!"

"Looks like you're next," MK says as she bumps my shoulder.

Oh, don't worry, Mary-Kate, I'm like three steps ahead of you.

"Honey, stop!" Ruby softly hits MK again before dragging the one twin to the kitchen for tea. "Congrats, Ashley!" I say once I'm allowed to hug the older Olsen. "You know this means you'll be singing at our wedding."

I smile and laugh. "Of course. I assume it pays well?" Now, it's my turn for my partner to slap me and tell me to stop. "We'll plan around your tour." Ashley smiles brightly. "Speaking of, have you heard when it will start?"

I shake my head. "December is the rumor if the album sells well immediately. The label is kind of taking a risk on me, so they want to push me as quickly as they can. Hoping everything will work out, and who knows, maybe it'll be pushed to spring." I shrug.

A few weeks from now, after the album's first week sales came back, a tour was announced to start in January.

"December can work," Ash says with a sly smile. "No!" Liz says with shock and excitement. "That's what we're doing tonight!?"

It finally clicked for Liz and I.

The "party" tonight is to help plan Ashley's wedding.

Before she goes to a professional, of course.

"Oh, and don't worry!" MK says as she and Ruby return. "Ashley and I know someplace where we can get a custom wedding dress."

Ash groans at the joke.

But I don't think I could survive if the wedding dress is anything like the one Liz wore the night she won the Emmy for WandaVision.

It's not sometimes my lock screen for no reason. (Other than the fact I'm not allowed to have Natasha Romanoff anymore.)

As time moves by, more guests slowly start to arrive and cry out in excitement once Ash flashes the ring. The later into the evening it got until Courtney and her girlfriend Ness showed up.

Courtney almost practically pushed Ashley over from the happiness coursing through her.

Liz kept her eyes on Court as she slowly walked through the crowds of people looking at hundreds of wedding mockups. "Hey, Courtney!" Liz said as she found her sister, who glanced at us. "Oh, Lizzie!" Courtney looked ecstatic to see Liz. So either she indeed was or was actually a better actress than Hollywood knew.

"Y/n!" She said as she wrapped her arms around me and pulled me close. "It's been a minute!"

"It has!" I reply. "I've just been busy," I add on, making Courtney nod. "Me too."

"Yeah, how are auditions going!?" My girlfriend asks with no sense of slickness. Ness arrived at my side and gave a little wave as we watched the sisters interact. "They told you, didn't they?" Court says back with a sigh.

Liz's face forms a frown. "I'm sorry..." Court shakes her head. "It's not your fault."

Liz hesitates before speaking.

"But is there anything I can do?" Courtney shakes her head again. "No. I've made peace with it after crying and screaming about it." Court gives a nervous chuckle. "Plus, I still want it to be done my own way, so you doing nothing is actually beneficial."

I peek over at Liz, and I can tell she hates the idea of doing nothing. She wants to help. Call up who she can, but even she knows that the more Courtney does without her interference, the more successful she'll be.

"Okay," Liz says, defeated, before Courtney moves in to make her big sister feel better. "I'm still going to auditions, but I think maybe directing and producing might be my avenue."

A lightbulb goes off above me.

"Excuse me," I say to Ness as I move past her to the kitchen and to the backyard. A firepit, ivy, and an outdoor set that probably cost more than the car I'm looking to buy sits in the back.

"Hello?" My man of manager Bo says into the phone. "Hey, I think I might've found someone to direct the music video for Always, Joni."

"Great!" Bo replies, "Send their information over!"

"Okay, will do!" I breathe out a sigh of relief. "By the way, it's Liz's half-sister. Okay, bye!" I close the phone before Bo can make a huff about anything.

That man worries too much.

I mean, I did already have a stalker before my career even started, so I guess that's something.

"Hey!" Liz says, making me turn around on my heels. "I was wondering where you went off to." Liz looks behind her before returning to me and pulling my face closer until we kiss. I place my phone in my pocket and pull her body into mine as one kiss turns into two, three, and more. "I love you," Liz says once she pulls back. Her green eyes shooting mine.

"I love you too," I say as I move her bangs around before Liz shakes her head with a laugh. "Oh my gosh, stop!"

I stop and place my arms around her once more as we slowly move from side to side in Ashely's backyard. The orange sky becomes darker as the summer sun moves further away. "I can't believe she's engaged." I hum back. "And she wants the wedding to be in December."

My mind places a question in my head as I kiss the top of Liz's noggin.

"What?" Liz says as she looks to me. "What?" I reply, but Liz smiles. "You want to ask me something."

She can see right through me.

"I was just wondering... when maybe you would want to get married..." I close my mouth and look at my incredible girlfriend.

"Y/n..?" Liz asks as she tilts her head. Her smile never faltering. "I'm just wondering, not asking," I say, only to earn a nod. "Okay. We do this a lot." Liz giggles. "The I'm asking you about marriage but I'm not proposing thing."

"Well, nothing about us is ever easy or normal, so why should this."

"Some things are normal," Lizzie replies, and I only roll my eyes until I ask again. "So, thoughts?"

Liz is quiet for a minute, and I let her process her thoughts.

"Honestly, I don't have any. Getting married in the summer or winter. The wedding could be big or small. In the backyard or on a beach. As long as it's to you, I'm happy."

I wasn't expecting those words to hit me as much as they did, but I quickly find water filling my eyes. "Oh, baby!" Liz moves her hands from my back and shoulder to my face to wipe a fallen tear. "Fuck I think I'm starting my period soon."

Liz shakes her head. "I love you."

"I love you too, Elizabeth Olsen."

"Gross! Come on, guys, we're arguing over the wedding cake!" Mary-Kate's booming and disgusted voice makes us jump and cower before she's gone as she yells, "Found them, they were kissing!"

Liz's head falls into my chest. "You're not performing at her wedding." I can't help but laugh as Liz and I walk back into the house hand in hand.

The question won't be soon, but the custom ring I am waiting to pick up looks promising every day.