#being a wag shouldn't be a sin

[livefastdriveyoung]

Dating an athlete is brutal, no matter what the sport. There are women on Tiktok who date NFL players or MLB players who have been accused of being gold diggers.

Primarily, let's look at Allison Kuch. Allison is married to Isaac Rochelle who played in the NFL. Dozens of comments per video claim she's a gold digger.

She makes more money than him.

Just on content creation alone, but also before they were married and even now, she owns and runs several airbnb and party rentals that are beautiful and super popular. She's able to make jokes about it, and people support her, but there are so many others who are not lucky.

Or goddamn Alix Earle? Hello? Her father is a millionaire. Millionaire. She was born into money. She got famous before she was dating an MLB player. She was even more famous before she started dating her NFL player boyfriend, who so clearly loves her. But she's still a gold digger. As if she didn't just shoot a cover for Sports Illustrated, walk their runway, and also literally just been declared an unproblematic fave on tiktok, which given that its tiktok, is a huge deal.

I can't find her account, but there was another NFL wag who posted photos of them clearly young and then to the NFL and she was still called a gold digger, and the first photo was from like JUNIOR prom. Newsflash, there was no way of knowing her 17 year old boy friend was going to be anything more than a college player, if that.

In the MLB it is a little less, mostly because those WAGS just don't engage as much, but the comments under Rachel Gomber's posts for example, are ridiculous. She's got three kids with the man and has been with him since before he made it to the Majors. You think she is with him for money when at one point she was very likely making more than him?

I say all of this, not to defend Kelly Piquet, but to question why women can't seem to be allowed to date athletes in peace. Why can't women be with men who happen to be making a lot of money? Is it because maybe, thanks to their husbands success, they're able to do things they actually enjoy? Has anyone ever considered that these men want their wives and partners to be, I don't know, happy?

Also, not every job is glamorous. Nor does every job allow for social media content to be posted. Not everyone feels comfortable talking about where they practice medicine, or where they work in corporate accounting. Or, these women who post because it is fun don't want the world to know every aspect of their lives, just like they are all critiqued for.

You don't have to like Kelly Piquet, she's certainly no angel. But one day her kid is going to get access to the internet and see the death threats and the accusations and the harassment. That's the future you're contributing to for someone's INNOCENT child. The same goes for Allison and Isaac's child and Rachel's kids.

You don't have to like everyone. But by god, if you don't have anything nice to say, stop posting it on the internet.

[hansilandgretel]

No Sweeter Innocence

[1] [2] Chapter 3

cirrus x [fem] reader

Summary: You don't remember anything. You just remember the feeling of death, the ultimate calm that was on you. But you were cruelly torn out of that, being thrust into a world the exact opposite of how you were raised. You shouldn't be helping the Devil; the Devil is evil. But try as you might, these ghouls are making you feel finally at home and one certain ghoulette makes you feel secure. However, you can't help but feel like you have unfinished business with your past life. Maybe this new family can help you sort out your troubled thoughts.

Warnings: mentions of death, very much religious trauma, undertones of abusive parents, betrayal of trust, weed, jealousy, making out, [to be added to as series continues]

You startled awake, still in your closet with your blanket wrapped around you. You sniffled, your nose running because of how much you cried. Groaning, you wiped your eyes. You hated how emotional you had become; you hated crying this much over people that didn’t deserve your tears. You stretched and popped your back, wondering how long you had been sleeping for. Your muscles felt tense, but that was probably because you fell asleep in a closet. 

You stood, opening the closer door and walking to your bathroom where you splashed yourself with cool water. Though the water helped wake you up a little, it was still evident how roughly you had just slept, with your red eyes and the puffiness surrounding them. 

You hear a knock from your bedroom door, and you peak your head around the corner, glaring. 

“Puppy, can I come in? Aether is here with me,” you hear Cirrus’ voice through the door and you didn’t respond, opting to just glare at the door. “If you don’t open it we will get the key.”

You rolled your eyes and trudged to the door and unlocked it, realizing they weren’t just going to leave you alone. You didn’t open it for them, just walking back to your bed and bringing your tail across your lap, playing with the fur and braiding it. You didn’t meet Cirrus’ gaze as she opened the door, choosing to look anywhere but at her and Aether. 

“Puppy, Papa told us about what happened and-” 

“I don’t want to talk about it,” you said, shaking your head. You felt like you were making a bigger deal than you should, but on the other hand, not being in control of your body terrified you. You hated that you knew what was happening and that your brain wanted to leave but you couldn’t physically will yourself to move. It’s like there was a wall placed between your brain and your nervous system. 

“Okay, little one. We don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to. We just want to let you know that Papa is sorry for having to do that,” Aether told you, and you frowned and shook your head. 

“If he was sorry about doing it, he shouldn’t have done it in the first place,” you said, letting go of your tail and crossing your arms over your chest. Cirrus came forward toward you and she cupped your face with her hands, nodding. Your tail wagged and you tried to stop it but were unsuccessful. 

“I understand, puppy. But he had to, he was told to and he is in a very sticky place with Sister Imperator,” she explained, and you stayed quiet. “Now, the rest of the ghouls just finished making dinner. Would you like to come with us? We figured that it would be easier to just eat with us and not have to have all of the siblings of sin gawk at you.” 

You nodded, letting her grab your hands and pull you up off the bed. Your hand found hers as you two walked, her tail wrapping around your tail. It brought you a flutter of happiness in your chest, to just be touching her even in these smallest of ways. You blinked hard, getting those thoughts out of your head. Sinful. 

When you arrived at the dining room, the table was set with a plethora of food. Supper must be a big deal here, because there was so much food there was barely room for the plates, cups, and silverware. A wide array of dishes were present- from what looked like tofu, to just veggies, fruit, and some pasta and different kinds of toppings. Different types of bread were present as well and you could smell some type of sweet food from the kitchen. 

“Pasta is a general favorite between ghouls, it's easy to make personalized,” Swiss explained. “And Sunshine baked muffins for dessert tonight.” 

You felt your tail wag as you took in all of the food, not remembering when the last time you actually ate was. You felt your stomach rumble and you jumped, making the other ghouls chuckle at you as they ushered you into a seat between Sodo and Cumulus. You waited as the other ghouls got their fill. You needed to make sure they had their fill before you could eat, lest you be pegged as a glutton. You grabbed your tail and played with it absentmindedly as you watched everyone grab their serving. 

“Go ahead, sweetheart. No one is stopping you,” Cumulus spoke, handing you the bread basket. You shook your head and handed it to Sodo. 

“You guys need to get your fill then I can eat,” you explained to her, taking a drink of your water. 

“What do you mean by that?” Rain asked through a full mouth of fettuccine noodles covered in a white sauce. 

“Well if I get a helping and eat it, then it’s gone forever. If one of you guys wanted, say, another piece of garlic toast and I had eaten it, then you guys would be hungry and I had made myself a glutton. So I wait until people are finished eating or at least getting close to done before I am allowed to eat.” 

They all stared at you with sad eyes and you glanced up at them confused. Wasn’t that the correct thing to do? You were looking out for them. 

“Puppy, you are allowed to eat. We make more than enough for each of us, we make enough so that we could have at least 10 more people feast and they would still be taking some after,” Cirrus says, and you shrugged, giving her a small smile in defeat. 

“I just- I can’t,” you said, scooching back in your chair more. “I don’t want to look like a glutton. I’ll just wait.” 

Sodo frowned at you and grabbed your plate, placing a piece of toast on it and some fruit. 

“Please? We know that this is a big change for you, but we will take care of you here. You don’t need to feel guilty for doing basic human things and putting yourself first,” he said, following your gaze to your choice of pasta and putting the sauce you had been eyeing on top of it. “Just start with this, then we will finish and you can have more if you would like to. How does that sound?”

You felt tears start to well up again and you forced yourself to get your emotions under control. You felt loved by them, and you didn’t know how to react. You liked it a lot, that all of these ghouls you had just met cared for you so deeply, but another part of your mind told you to not trust them. That you needed to keep your guard up. But your heart so desperately wanted to love them, to cuddle with them and interact with them like they interacted with each other. 

“Oh, I didn’t mean to make you cry!” Sodo exclaims, and he looked like he wanted to wrap you in his arms. Reaching out to you, you leaned into him and fisted his shirt, hugging him tight. 

“No, I am just feeling a lot of emotions right now and I can’t quite place them. Sorry for crying so much. I just feel a lot of guilt about a lot of things and I don’t know how to handle it,” you told him after pulling away, wiping your eyes. 

“It’s okay, puppy. We were all unsure and overwhelmed when we first came here. Something in your past is making it worse for you right now,” Cirrus comforted from across the table. You looked over at her and could practically feel yourself hunkering down. 

“But I don’t really remember my past. I just feel guilt,” you said, and Aether’s ears perked up. 

“Did you remember something then?” he asks, taking a bite of his bread. 

“What makes you say that?” you ask defensively, crossing your arms over your chest. Sodo grabs a bite of the pasta and sauce onto a fork and lifts it to your mouth and you instinctively open and chew the pasta, almost moaning at how good it tasted. As the different spices in the sauce covered your mouth you could almost feel fireworks and your tail started to wag. “Lord, this tastes so good!” 

You take the fork from Sodo’s grasp and pile some more into your mouth, your tail wagging hard behind you, creating a draught that almost blew away the napkin on Cumulus’ lap. 

“I’m glad you think so, little one. But you didn’t answer my question,” Aether says, coming around to you and taking the fork and the plate. You whine and try to grab the stuff back, and he shook his head. “What did you mean?”

“After I got back from the mess with Papa and the others I trapped myself in my closet and fell asleep. While I was asleep I had a dream of what looked like a room and a man that looked like me was there. He saw a flag with some colors on it and he looked really mad at me, and he grabbed my wrists and that was when I woke up. Please give me back my food.” 

Aether obliged and handed you the plate back while looking over at Cirrus. 

“Puppy, you said the man looked like you?” she asks as she wipes her hands on a warm towel. You nod, eating a bit of the fruit. 

“Yes, but I don’t know who he was. I just had an extreme urge like I wanted to please him? It’s weird, I don’t know who he was though,” you tell her and finally clear your plate. You reach for a few more pieces of fruit and chew on those as you watch Cirrus and Aether discussing something. 

“Hey, sugar, do you want to help me get the muffins out of the pans?” you hear Sunshine ask and you look over at her, realizing she was talking to you. You nod and put your dishes in the sink and follow her to the fridge where she pulls out three trays of muffins.

“Strawberry have the red wrappers, blueberry have the blue wrappers and banana nut have the yellow wrappers. I made a lot because the boys tend to eat a lot when they get high,” she tells you, and you cock your head. 

“Get high?” you ask her. The term seems familiar but you couldn’t quite place it. She smiled and nodded, almost like she was thinking of fond memories. 

“Yeah, something about praising Lucifer the night before Sunday? I can’t exactly understand their reasoning and I think it is just a reason to get high. Sometimes us girls join them, Cirrus mostly does,” Sunshine says, banging the pan against the table. You jump a little as your ears perked up. Grabbing a pan you follow in her footsteps, banging the pan against the table. 

“Do you know if she is joining them tonight?” you ask innocently, grabbing the muffins which turn out to have red wrappers. The aroma of strawberry fills your nostrils and you sigh, excited to taste the pastry. 

“I think she is, why? Do you want to join her?”  Sunshine teased, taking her blue-wrappered muffins out of the tray. 

“Maybe I will,” you say while banging the last tray against the table. 

— — — — — 

As you entered the living space from your room the rank smell of weed hit your nose. It was awful, you wouldn’t deny it, but you pushed through. Somewhere along the dank smell you got a sense of incense and some type of citrus- probably the other ghoul’s feeble attempt at keeping the smell out of their room. You were in a black cropped tank and some sleeping shorts that cut off just below your butt.

You had freshly washed your hair and your tail, being sure to brush through. You didn’t know why you tried to make yourself look somewhat presentable for Cirrus, from what you read about being high she might not even remember what you looked like. 

You heard some whoops as you entered and Sodo grabbed your arms, dragging you to the group of ghouls. All the boys were there: Mountain and Rain seemed to be in their own world as they cuddled with their tails wrapped around each other. Rain was gripping onto Mountain’s face and they were just talking, but seemed to be staring deeply at each other. You turned your gaze and saw Aether smiling at you and Swiss took in your outfit. You smirked at him and twirled as he took a drag of the joint and passed it to Aether, who then passed it to Cirrus right next to him. 

She smiled lazily at you and grabbed your ankle and tugged, signaling for you to sit down next to her. You did so and Sodo made his way to Aether and Swiss, laying down across their laps. You liked how comfortable the ghouls were with each other, and you longed to be comfortable enough for that. 

You sat so that your bare thigh pressed against where hers was covered with a blanket and left your hands in your lap, feeling slightly awkward. Cirrus didn’t seem to mind the contact as she took the blunt from Aether and motioned toward you with it, offering it to you. 

“I don’t- I haven’t ever smoked. I don’t know how to do it,” you confessed and she smiled. 

“I’ll teach you, don’t worry. Take it and put it in your mouth and just breathe in through the blunt. It will burn a little at first but you will feel so nice. We have some water too,” she instructed as you took the blunt from her hands, your heart starting to race. You realize that there was no one here who would get you in trouble for smoking as you followed her instructions. 

Almost immediately you started coughing as the smoke filled your lungs, doubling over and handing the cigarette back to Cirrus, who took a hit and rubbed your back.

“Damn,” you could hear Swiss say. “You really just went for it. You could have taken a smaller hit first.” You glared at him as you stopped coughing. 

“I didn’t know that. This is my first time,” you snark and you feel Cirrus grab your tail and pet it. You melted into her and you sighed, waiting for the high to hit you. You took another hit and choked a little bit on it, feeling your mouth become dry. Cirrus noticed and handed you an open water bottle and had you drink it. 

“When does the…” you start to say, but start to taper off when you feel your head start to float. “Oh.” 

The ghouls around you laugh as you sink into Cirrus further, your tail thumping occasionally when Cirrus pets your tail or your head. You eventually end up laying down on your back with your head on Cirrus’ lap. Her hands still stay in your hair and you feel yourself start to purr, which feels weird considering how you had a dog tail and floppy ears. 

“Aww puppy, your motor is running,” Cirrus cooed at you and you smiled up at her, grabbing her face and rubbing your thumb along her jaw. 

“I’m so happy. I feel so good,” you confide in her and the other ghouls laugh again. 

“I’m happy. Do you want another hit?” Cirrus asks, grabbing the blunt. You shake your head, turning your head further over to her stomach. “Hmm okay. I have an idea. Sodo, can you come here please?” 

You look over as Sodo makes his way over to you two, standing in front of you. Sodo’s tail was wagging as Cirrus took a hit and grabbed his neck, pulling him down and connecting their lips on top of you. You feel a growl raise in your chest as they pull away and Sodo blows out smoke. 

“What’s wrong, puppy? Jealous of Sodo?” Cirrus says and you shake your head, taking the blunt from her and standing up, making your way over to Swiss as you take in some of the blunt and sit on his lap.

 He seemed surprised and you could feel all of the ghoul’s eyes on you including Rains and Mountains. Making yourself comfortable with your legs caging his in you connect your lips, grabbing his hair and blowing the smoke from your lungs into his mouth. He moans in surprise and you smirk, pulling away from him. His eyes stare at you, glazed over and his hands, at some point, had found their way to touching your waist. The sliver of uncovered tummy was in contact with his warm hands and you pushed away any feelings of uncomfortability you felt. These ghouls wouldn’t hurt you. 

You heard a growl come from Cirrus this time as you got off of his lap, letting your hands find their way to his horns and you pet them. His tail was wagging slightly and you saw the connection form in his eyes and he glanced over at Cirrus. 

“What’s wrong, Cirri? Jealous of Swiss?” you say to Cirrus  as you return to her side. “I think I’m going to head in for the night.”

“Aww, really? I was hoping to get more of your sweet kisses,” Swiss replies to you, and you smile flirtily at him and shrug.

“I didn’t say you couldn’t join,” you answer, and you could practically see Cirrus burning with rage. If she was a fire ghoul you would assume that she would have smoke pouring out of her ears. Walking to your room, you hoped Cirrus would follow and you were correct as you felt her presence following you. 

“She’s fucked,” Sodo says as he takes another hit of the blunt, finally reaching the end where he puts it into the tray on the coffee table. 

You open the door to your room, leaving it open as Cirrus pushes further and grabs you by the hips and pushes you into it to close the door. She made sure to not bang your head as she corners you against the door. 

Connecting your lips, she feels up every part of your body. You moan into her kiss, making her rough it up a little bit and push her body into yours. You could feel her tail wrap around your thighs as she tapped your other leg and you instinctively jump up and wrap your legs around her waist. 

“Cirrus-” You start to say as she moves down to place kisses along your neck, like she was searching for a particular spot. 

“Mine,” is all she says. “Mine, mine, mine.” She finds a spot on your neck that makes your back arch into her and you can feel her smirk as she places a hickey there. A little fighter in you wanted to refuse her assertion over you; you didn’t belong to anyone. You belonged to yourself. But another part of you loved having her claim you. You nodded, grabbing her hair and pushing her lips closer to your neck. 

“Yes, I’m yours Cirrus. I’ve been yours since the first day I saw you,” you tell her though you don’t know why you did. You feel her tail squeeze your thigh and her hands wander down to the waistband of your shorts and you grab her hand, stopping her. She parts from your neck and looks up at you with curiosity. 

“I’m sorry. As much as I would love for you to take claim further over me I don’t think I’m comfortable with that right now,” you whimper out to her and she places a sweet kiss on your lips. 

“That is perfectly okay, puppy. You are such a good girl for telling me that,” she says and you feel a stir of arousal in your gut and your tail starts to wag. “Do you like that? Me praising you?” 

You nod as you hide your face in her neck as she lets your legs down. “There’s no need to feel shy now, I like praising you. What a sweet girl. Do you want to cuddle, puppy?” 

Your tail wags faster as you uncover your face and lead her to your bed, which was a mess of blankets and pillows. You felt a little self-conscious about having so many things but she just chuckles at you. 

“Looks like you started to make yourself a nest, hmm?” she asks. 

“What do you mean?” 

“You have all sorts of things on your best that fill you with comfort. Different scents of people and different textures. You made a nest,” she explains and follows your lead as you crawl into the bed, and you lay down onto your back and she lays beside you, cuddling into your side. 

“Is that a bad thing?” you ask her and feel her shake her head. 

“Not at all. It means you are comfortable. Or going into heat. Either way, not a bad thing,” you almost sit up at the sound of the word ‘heat’ but Cirrus’ weight keeps you pinned down. “Heat isn’t anything bad. No one will touch you unless you give consent. Once your first one passes we can get you on some medication to keep them at bay if you would like.”

“Cirrus?” 

“Yes?” 

“Were you real about the thing you said earlier? About me being yours? Or were you just-” 

“Puppy, of course I was serious. I would love for you to be mine. And I would love to be yours if you would let me,” she said, cupping your face between her hands. You kiss both of her palms nod.

“Yes, please. I can’t help the feeling in my chest and my gut anytime I see you. I want to hold you and love you and be with you.”

Cirrus answered back with multiple kisses across your face and you giggled, your tail wagging and she flipped both of you onto your sides, spooning you from behind. Her tail wraps around your thigh in a way of further touching you and you sigh, feeling the most content that you have had since you were summoned. 

[esteemdog]

Why Labradors Are The Worst Dogs?

Labradors. They're often described as loyal, friendly, and the perfect family pet. But what if I told you that labradors are actually the worst dogs in the world? Yes, you heard me right. Those adorable faces and wagging tails hide a multitude of canine sins. From their insatiable appetite for anything in sight to their excessive shedding that will leave your home looking like a fur-filled tornado hit it – labradors are far from the ideal furry companion. So buckle up, because we're about to uncover why labradors are the worst dogs?

1. They will eat anything

Labradors are notorious for their uncanny ability to devour anything and everything in their path. From socks to shoes, remote controls to the occasional piece of furniture, nothing is off-limits when it comes to these voracious eaters. You might think that a dog's natural instincts would prevent them from consuming harmful objects, but labradors seem blissfully unaware of the potential dangers lurking within their culinary conquests. It's not uncommon for owners to find themselves rushing their beloved labs to the vet after they've ingested something they shouldn't have. But it's not just inedible items that fall victim to a labrador's insatiable appetite. They also have an affinity for raiding trash cans and snatching food right off your plate when you're not looking. So forget about leaving leftovers unattended or expecting your kitchen counters to be safe havens from canine mischief! The consequences of this indiscriminate eating can range from mild stomach upset and vomiting to intestinal blockages requiring emergency surgery. Not only does this put your furry friend at risk, but it can also leave a significant dent in your wallet as well. It's important for labrador owners to remain vigilant and keep potentially hazardous items out of reach. This means pet-proofing your home like never before – securing garbage cans with lids, storing household chemicals safely away, and being mindful of what you leave lying around.

2. They require plenty of space

When it comes to space requirements, Labradors are definitely not low-maintenance dogs. These playful and energetic creatures need plenty of room to roam and explore. A small apartment or cramped living quarters simply won't cut it for a Labrador. Labradors have an innate need for physical activity and mental stimulation. They thrive when given the opportunity to run, play fetch, swim, and engage in other high-energy activities. Without enough space to stretch their legs, they can become frustrated and even develop behavioral problems. To keep your Labrador happy and healthy, you'll need access to a large backyard or nearby park where they can burn off their excess energy. Regular walks alone may not be enough to satisfy their exercise needs. Additionally, having ample space indoors is important too as they tend to get excited and wag their tails vigorously - which can result in accidental collisions with furniture or fragile items if confined in tight spaces. If you live in a crowded city or lack access to outdoor areas suitable for a Labrador's exercise needs, it may be best to consider another breed that requires less space.

3. They are excessive sheds

Labradors are notorious for their excessive shedding, and if you're someone who likes to keep a clean and tidy home, this can be a major drawback. Their double coat means they shed year-round, with heavier shedding occurring during seasonal changes. No matter how often you brush them or vacuum the floors, it seems like there's always another layer of fur waiting to be cleaned up. And let's not forget about those adorable little hair tumbleweeds that seem to magically appear in every corner of your home! Not only does all that shedding create extra work for you, but it can also trigger allergies in sensitive individuals. If you or someone in your household suffers from pet allergies, having a Labrador may not be the best choice for you. Regular grooming is essential to help manage the shedding. Brushing your Labrador's coat at least once a week will help remove loose hairs and reduce the amount of fur that ends up on your furniture and clothes. But even with regular grooming, it's nearly impossible to completely eliminate the shedding. So, if you're looking for a low-maintenance dog breed when it comes to grooming and cleanliness, Labradors may not fit the bill. Be prepared for an ongoing battle against fur dust bunnies! Read more...

[angeldcgs]

though the woman on the other side of the door seemed enthusiastic, sammie couldn't help but suspect things were too good to be true. she was perfectly nice, but she was almost too nice— pretty girls didn't just act like that for no reason, especially to guys like him. or zeke, for that matter, though he happened to think of himself as quite the charmer. something had to be up, and all he wanted to do was turn right around and scurry on over to the next house in search of another, hopefully less attractive, new recruit. "i'm so-sorry-y miss, we c-can't sta-ay, we—" before he could even attempt to politely decline her offer, zeke was jumping at the chance to spend more time around her, agreeing to her offer without a glance cast back to check if his brother was ok, and all sammie could do was grit his teeth. more than just being nervous around pretty women, he had a healthy distrust of strangers— their religion encouraged them to treat everyone as if they were their neighbors, but after what had been done to them, he operated with a considerable amount of caution. as if things weren't already out of hand enough, yet another beautiful woman appeared, yapping away about her uncle who wasn't really her uncle and flustering him even further. "ze-eke," he leaned in and lowered his voice so only his brother could hear, always able to speak with a bit more ease when only referring to him. "we should g-go..."

this must've been a gift from god. after spending their whole lives dutifully worshipping the lord, following his every word and never stepping a toe out of line, they were finally being rewarded in the form of this enchanting stranger. well, zeke had never been as devout as his brother, willing to bend the rules when it came to sins he didn't deem all that harmful. what was so wrong with a little self gratification now and again? if god didn't want him to, he shouldn't have given him hands, and a dick, and his own room. "it's not invite only, or anything! you can come anytime, we're always welcoming new folks," he beamed at her, completely entranced by her good girl act. there was nothing suspicious to him about her response. unlike his brother, who could barely make eye contact with strangers, zeke had been blessed with the gift of gab, somehow managing to endear even the grumpiest of folks with his amiable, puppy-like demeanor, and surely she was no different. "we'd love to!" his words overlapped with his brother's, barely even registering that he'd spoke amidst the trance she'd put him in, and far too excited to care even if he had heard him. a pretty girl was talking to him, a pretty girl invited him into her home— a pretty girl was touching him! he couldn't help but giggle and blush at the contact, and if he had a tail, it'd be wagging profusely. his eyes widened in delight as another woman appeared from out of the blue, unsure which one to focus on as his gaze bounced between them both, only realizing his mouth was left agape when he felt a bit of wetness collect at the corner of his lips. "maybe!" he felt somewhat dazed, suddenly hot all over, though it wasn't due to the weather. "what's his name? i'm zeke, by the way, and this is sammie. it's real nice to meet you both." his head barely turned to regard his brother as he spoke, giving him a brief look of impatience before simply tugging on his wrist to get him to follow the girls into their home. "it's fine..." he whisper-hissed, praying that he wouldn't ruin this for them. "joining you for what?" with his attention back on the girls, he practically bounced down the hallway, willing to do just about anything in order to keep their attention.

"well gosh, guys! i've been waiting for an invitation." with her voice pulled extra high, caroline fluttered her lashes at the younger of the pair before casting a brief glance down to the pamphlet shoved into her hand. her father would be happy to hear that there was a church near by her new home, in fact she wouldn’t have been surprised to find out that he’d called and asked them to double check that his baby new there was one nearby. after saving enough to move out, she’d revelled in the relief of never having to step foot in a church again, never having to listen to a stupid hymn or be shoved into a confessional to beg to be absolved of sins she didn’t believe were all that wrong in the first place. if it were anyone else but a couple of cute boys who had shown up at the door, then she might’ve let them go. unfortunately for them, her ego had been bolstered and there was too much fun to be had with a couple of goody-two-shoes like them. “that sounds so great! but, like, do you want to come in for a little? it’s so hot out here and you both look like you’ve caught the sun.” she pouted and reached out to press a hand to zeke’s forehead, reddened from the midday heat.

"oh! boys!" from behind caroline, a mass of dark curls popped up as julie made her way from the bathroom, heading back towards the living room where she’d been helping her friend stretch in preparation for their pilates lesson. she took a glance down the pamphlet and let out a soft hum of understanding, though the reality of how much she truly understood could be argued by her vacant stare. “do you know my uncle?” she blinked up at the pair, expecting them to know the man she spoke of without any other information offered. “or, well, he technically isn’t my uncle. he’s just my mom’s friend so i don’t know what that makes him to me. he really likes jesus though-“ her ramblings were cut short when caroline began to reverse back into the house, nodding the boys to follow her inside. "are you guys joining us? i only brought two mats..."

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Come Into My Life

This is my entry for @nekoannie-chan​‘s writing challenge. Congratulations on 500followers :D! Thank you so much for letting me participate!

This is a series. The remaining parts will be posted throughout the day. It is a Thor fanfic with a song prompt “Entra en mi Vida” (its a beautiful song, i highly recommend).

Song Prompt: Entra en mi Vida by Sin Bandera 

Warnings: swearing, like a lot of it. Mentions of human experimentation. that’s it?? Also, people are idiots here, folks. bare with me.

Summary: You live in a world where soulmates don’t exist. Like, at all. All that meant to be, fate has chosen nonsense? Not real. Literal, actual, from-the-TV-screen fairytale. So... why is the God of Thunder convinced that you’re his?

Part One: Entra en mi vida, te abro la puerta

"So—" You clear your throat, throwing yourself onto the only empty seat, "—all jokes aside, guys. What the fuck!"

Everyone blinks at you, drinks in their hands and confusion all over their faces.

You stare back at them, completely dismissing the new sets of eyes staring at you. "No, seriously, like what the fuck?" You reiterate. "Like, no guys, this fuck needs an answer. What the fuck."

"Are we supposed to know what this fuck is?" Ghost asks, the first among the group of five to surpass her confusion. "Because I have a what the fuck for that what the fuck."

You reach over to grab her drink and she – having been used to your antics after three years of friendship – moves it closer for you to grab. You take a sip, let the taste of her chamomile tea settle on your tongue, blanch and give it back.

"So, you know how the Avengers got their asses whipped after they pulled a deadbeat dad, right?" You make grabby hands towards Hope's drink, and she – just like Ghost – pushes it over to you.

"Careful," she grimaces, "it has a kick to it."

"So did Thanos," You mumble as you take a sip of her drink. The espresso sits heavily on your tongue and you swear you can feel it stain your teeth. "What the actual fuck, Hope? What is this? And why does it not have sugar?"

She chooses to roll her eyes at you and mimic the remaining two new faces by staying quiet. Her eyes narrow at you in warning.

"Don't get a tude with me, missy—" You wag your finger at her, “—you're the one that MIA'd for five years without a return address and pissed off the Feds. Like, seriously, what the fuck guys? We had plans and everything! Why the fuck would you leave me alone for that long? You know how I get when I'm not forced to socialise!"

Ghost snorts. "Don't be a baby."

Pouting, because you’re very mature, you feign a sniffle and stick your tongue out at her. "Weeeeeh."

The dude with the annoyingly short blond hair snorts, consequently gaining your attention, and tries to hide his smile with his cup.

"You're new," you narrow your eyes at him. "Why are you new? And why do you look like the dude that owes me 12K for wrecking my car?"

"Oh my god—" Ghost grumbles in the background, "—not this again."

"I have bills and crippling debts and things that need to be paid for, Ghost!"

"You're a trust fund baby, you shithead!" She argues. "You don't know what crippling debt looks like!"

"You don't know that! My investment portfolio has been crumbling since the stock market crashed last year due to the recession."

Sam grins cheekily at you. "You have no idea what you just said, do you?"

Huffing and puffing, all you can say is. "Let's go back to the what the fuck that needs to be discussed." You glare at him pointedly, "then maybe, we can discuss why you're still here and why you came back from ashes."

"I know you missed me, cupcake." The evil bastard reaches over and pinches your cheek.

"I miss dancing on your grave," You try to swat his hand away, "now, thanks to your selfishness, I need a new dance floor. Very rude of you to not stay dead."

"You're adorable."

"As I was whatting the fucks," You turn back to Hope and Ghost, "when the fuck did my life become Thor versus Thanos, and why am I the Thor without the hammer to fight Thanos?"

"Is that your what the fuck?"  Ghost frowns.

It's her turn to get glared at. "Don't act like you haven't seen the footage. You know exactly how badly Thor got yeeted off his high horse. I'm only regretful that Captain Wrecking Ball wasn't knocked off his."

"You know he's over here, right?" Hope, ever the oblivious one to your obvious jabs, points at the dude that wrecked your car.

"Yeah, unlike my car and the check he has yet to hand over but hey—" lifting up the cup of espresso, you grin at her "—when life gives you lemons."

"I'm still confused and offended about the Thanos reference." Sam, the gift from the bad side of Pandora's box, begins. "What do we have to do with your life?"

"What does pulling a deadbeat dad mean?" The other new dude asks, his face is both the definition of confused and annoyed. "And what does it have to do with the Avengers?"

You frown. "Now I'm confused—"

"Oh no—" Ghost grimaces.

"—Why do you look like the dude from Gossip Girl but also like the dude on the UN's wanted poster of 20something?" You turn to Sam for assistance. "Doesn't he look like that old geezer from the museum?"

Sam grins, leans back in his seat to take a proper look at the manbun dude. Your table is the round one placed at the corner – the irony – and, until recently, it has always been occupied by the four of you. That was before they decided to ghost you for half a decade.

 "Now that you mention it—"

"Oh, fuck off." Manbun snaps at Sam, and you swear you've never fallen in love faster in your entire life than you have in that moment.

Your grin is wide and shit-eating as you put the cup down. You extend your hand to Manbun and wiggle your freshly painted — somehow chapped – fingers.

"I'd tell you my name but it's better if you just called me sweetheart," You’re still grinning. "What's your sign and what time can you pick me up?"

He blinks at you, still confused, and frowns at your hand. Slowly, because you’re a patient girl, you lean over and pry his left hand away from his cup. You place your palm in his and wrap your fingers around each other.

"I'd ask for your name but I think I'll settle for calling you babe," You shake his hand, and then place it back on the cup. "Or hun. I'd call you handsome, but that's too tacky and we—” You point between the both of you, " – don't do tacky."

You sit back in your seat and glance at Sam. "Well... Most of the time anyway."

At this, the rest of your life flashes you a grin. "How does eight o'clock sound?"

"It sounds like a recipe for disaster." Ghost cuts in, narrowing her eyes at you. "Back off, shithead. You've hurt enough of my coworkers"

Jaw dropping and shock feigning, you gasp. "How is that my fault?"

"Is that joke?" Ghost frowns, "because I feel like it's a joke. Three incidences with the analysts and five tech support team make it look like a joke."

You scoff at that. "Look, if your little back up boys can't handle the essence of a real woman, then that's not my fault." Confidently – and silently annoyed – you also add. "Plus, I actually did SHIELD, or whatever ridiculous name you're calling the remake of a failed organisation, a favour. If your boys behind the boys in spandex can't handle being told off by a 'mouse' as they call us, then they shouldn't be behind the dude that wrecked my car.

 "But now that I've said that out loud—" You pause, "—I finally understand why the Avengers are so bad at their job. I mean, with such poor support systems, it's no wonder boy blue and red uses cars as a landing mechanism. It's almost as if he's never heard of a parachute."

There's a pregnant pause as you pretend to ponder the situation. The new dude with the blond hair has visibly turned red and is shifting uncomfortably in his seat. Manbun has a very permanent looking frown smeared all over his face and you’re pretty sure you've just ruined whatever chances you had of giving him children. And Sam, because he's Sam and is patiently waiting his turn to roast you, has the biggest shit-eating grin on his face.

Ghost pretends to scowl at you, even though you’re pretty sure she's already drawing up the schematics for the pedestal she's about to build for you. Hope, because she's Hope and has first-hand experience of dealing with spoilt little brats that use creative antics to slowly drive people away, decides to use that exact moment to sigh and expose you.

"Hey sweetheart," she begins in that voice of betrayal. "Can you, like, not be an antisocial, territorial pain in the ass for five minutes and be nice? Stop trying to get our guests to leave with your little mind games, yeah?"

You blink at her. Once, twice. Because the betrayal always takes a few moments to sink in.

"They're not mind games." You retort. "Boy Blue over there did wreck my car. He used it to cushion his fall, because apparently the super-secret organisation that harbours entitled idiots doesn't invest in parachutes."

"But you don't even need that 12K—"

"I didn't ask for the 12k. I just simply pointed out that his reckless behaviour is very costly for those who suffer for it."

"Okay, guys—" Ghost tries to interject, but it's too late. The fire has already started, and Hope and you have never been on the same page when it comes to anything involving the Avengers.

"You're being unreasonable now. You, of all people, should understand that some things are out of our control."

"That doesn't excuse or make the damage done alright. The ruining of people’s livelihoods isn’t a necessary evil for your super heroe'ing righteousness." You point out, eyes narrowed, and teeth bared. "I, of all people, don't understand your defence. Because I don't use the lab that made me as an excuse to get away with the bad shit I do to people. Whether intentionally or not."

"Really? Because you weren't singing that same song when you cashed in on all that HYDRA inheritance."

"I am not the people that made me and it's not like I'm vacationing the money away. Or have you forgotten about that harbour I had to fix because your boyfriend decided to grow a few sizes?"

"Oh, how could I forget? It's not like you rub it in his face every time he tries to so much as even say hi to you."

"People should be held accountable for their actions. Excuse me for exercising my fifth amendment because I don't think communicating with the guy that turned your dad into a fugitive by siding with the anti-accords gang is cool!"

"That accords was messed and you know it!"

“Yeah, but I didn’t go around trying to be a vigilante about it!”

"Just admit that your stance for the accords is only because you need the government's protection against ex-Hydra agents."

She hit a cord and she knows it. "You're treading on very thin ice, Hope."

 "Scared they might come back and finish what they started? Now that Pierce and Rumlow are gone, there's nothing stopping them from finishing what they started, is there?"

"You know," You sigh, reaching for Ghost's drink and taking a sip. "At least, I don't have to abduct a man from his home, nearly ruin his chances at freedom, risk his life numerous times for my personal gain, just cause I have a theory about my mom's whereabouts. And then—" You let out a condescending laugh at the thought, "—have the audacity to look him in the eye and call it love. Because, ya know, turning a guy into a science experiment and berating him for doing what he thought was right is so romantic."

She's turning red. You can see it before it actually happens and there is a sick sense of pleasure coursing through your veins at the thought. At the fact that you’re the one pressing all the buttons.

Boy, are you fucked up.

"Damn." Sam mumbles, then chortles, then belts out a laugh. "Shit. Who pissed in your gourmet breakfast?"

"People," You scowl at him. “Fucking people. Because, now call me a bitch if you insist, I don't remember telling management to sign a deal with SHIELD."

"What the fuck?" Ghost, ever so caring, contributes to your bewilderment and pissy mood.

You nod frantically at her. "Exactly! What the fuck! Do you see why I needed you guys so bad? Like, it's like the creation of the Strike Force all over again!"

"Hold on—" Captain Damage Ball cuts in. "—I'm confused. What exactly is going on and what does SHIELD have to do with it?"

"Oh boy. Germany, here we go again—"

"Don't be an asshole, shithead."

 --

 When SHIELD fell and Black Widow released all those classified documents to the public, your existence was made known to the public. It turned out that running a terrorist cell inside a super-secret organisation wasn't the only thing Pierce had hidden from the world. You were.

You were supposed to be an experiment. Another volunteer, like the Twins, for Hydra's ultimate plan. Another Bucky Barnes, but without the constant torture to keep you mindless and loyal.

 You were supposed to be the next generation. The Rumlow that wouldn't need force and violence to get the job done. That was the requirement. Those were the orders. That's what you were supposed to be.

Instead, somewhere deep in the dark, cold corners of an abandoned Hydra lab, the inhumane attempt of creating Winter Soldiers through 'natural means' had taken place.

The surrogates were all volunteers, the scientist claimed.

The procedure was necessary for the mission, the doctor explained.

This is the only way forward, the master mind behind that plan argued.

Rumlow took care of the agents himself. Pierce burned down that lab himself. And, out of all the children born, you were the only one that lived longer than the rest. The others were unfortunate enough to be experimented on, before Rumlow found out.

Not knowing who to trust, Pierce kept you hidden from the world and Hydra. He never hid the truth from you, nor did Rumlow. They knew that, at some point, those that knew about the lab would eventually find you, and you needed to be prepared for when they did.

When SHIELD fell, the paper trail that led to your existence was small – miniscule, even – but it was there. Sam found it, but he kept you a secret as well until you were ready for the whole world to know.

But the world wasn't waiting for you to be ready. It wasn't that patient, nor kind. Because, with everything out in the open, chaos ensued, and you were still – at the end of the day – the next generation. All those assets couldn't remain frozen forever and all those lives that were ruined by Hydra couldn't remain unaided.

So, you had to step out and – begrudgingly – announce your existence to the world. Put a huge target on your back and claim the inheritance that Pierce had unwittingly left you.

"I'm gonna go piss off alot of bad people—" You had said to Sam over the phone, right before your News Interview. "What do you think I should start with?"

He wasn't having any of it. "Did you just wait for me to leave the country so you could do something stupid?"

"Of course not, I'm not you—" You scoffed, checking your outfit again. "—I hired a hacker to fake a series of cyber-attacks. Then I asked that girl, you know – the one that could walk through walls, to freak a bunch of people out. So, you know, it could be an Avenger level threat, but not the kind that needed Captain Spandex, so they'd send you. Then I scheduled the interview for the night of the supposed attack, because I knew you'd be gone—"

"Are you kidding me, Y/N— Clint, turn this thing around now!"

"—So, I was thinking I show up on stage and say 'the law says I can take all those assets and I'm gonna use them to do the exact opposite of what my ex-bosses would've wanted'. How does that sound?"

"Do me a favour. Don't move. I wanna kill you myself."

You grinned. "I knew you'd love it."

--

Next Part

TAGS: @nekoannie-chan​ , @thorfanficwriter​

[zesty-alt]

Was thinking of like, a town priest and a member of his flock, a young man a little ostracized for being trans so the priest spends a lot of time with him to assure him that god still loves him, and that he's a valued part of the community. The two find the have a lot in common - perhaps a little too much; they both return to their homes jerk themselves off thinking about the other, unknowingly almost in unison, deeply ashamed of their lust but unable to help themselves.

The man stops going to church out of shame, and the priest makes a house visit to see what's the matter - and then the dam breaks; neither remembers who first kisses the other, but it ends with him full of the priest's cum, and both of them ashamed and pulling off of each other, mutually agreeing this was a mistake that can't be repeated, and praying together for god to forgive their trespass.

...And of course, it only takes once, doesn't it?

The priest immediately goes red when he realizes who's on the other side of the confessional, and his cock betrays him as he remembers the night they spent together; he's further embarrassed as it seems the man came to confess about that very night, but then he reveals something else - that he's pregnant.

The priest's dick leaps at the announcement, and it takes all of his willpower not to rub his palm against it. The man promises he won't tell anyone who the father is, and that he'll raise this child right, even though he knows it will set tongues wagging. The guilt of making him carry this burden on his own finally makes the priest sober up, and he assures him that he'll support him as much as possible.

And of course, tongues are wagging; the young man starts to swell fast, the roundness of the bump on his lean frame making his condition obvious. Mutterings of "whore" and "slut" run rampant, especially when he claims not to know who the father is; and the size of him makes it clear there's more than one. How sinful his womb must be, to be so full of bastard children!

But the words that cross the priests mind are bountiful, fruitful. Surely his burgeoning womb was a blessing; He's unbearably handsome and glowing with his pregnancy, and stands tall despite the comments; and just as many in the community have rallied around him in support. Though he protests he's not far enough along for kicks despite his size, many overbearing parishioners, particularly fussy old women, touch at his bump from time to time; he merely laughs every time, and the Priest feels a shot of jealousy run through him.

Now that the man is pregnant, the priest's urges should be satisfied but...desire smoulders within him instead. He keeps a professional distance, for fear of making a scene, and prays daily for salvation from his lust, but it goes woefully unanswered.

The next time the young man enters confession, the priest can't stop from palming his hardness; he shakes out an apology for the state he's left his friend in, but the man protests and says he's happy to be pregnant. Proud to be so swollen with life, and the phrasing makes the priest's eyes roll back as he continues to palm his dick.

"Honestly, the biggest trouble has been the...urges. I know it'd be wrong to sleep with anyone else, especially in my condition. But sometimes when I touch my belly, I think about how it got there..."

"Do you ever touch yourself when you do?" the priest finds himself saying. He cannot stand it anymore; he takes out his cock and begins stroking himself. "When your hands drift over the swell of your belly, do you think of me, filling you up again?"

The priest can hear the young man's breathing change as he answers, "I try not to, but-" "I know," the priest interrupts. "You shouldn't be ashamed. A healthy, fertile young man like yourself was clearly made to be touched. Go ahead."

The priest hears him unzip his pants, the wetness as his fingers plunge into his pussy, and a familiar muffled moaning that sets the priest on fire. "How many?" he breathes out. "Three."

"Oh, you were just made to be bred, weren't you? Do you know how crazy it drives me, seeing you swollen with my seed like this? All I can think about is bending you over, and filling you again and again...!"

The priest can tell by the moans that he came on his fingers, and the priest clenches his mouth shut and groans as his own explosive orgasm wracks through him. They sit their for a moment, side by side panting, and the priest realizes his clothes are covered, stained in cum, the sticky pearly white unmistakable against the black. The man on the other side whispers out, "Sorry," and leaves, face red in shame, and the priest sits alone pondering his next move, also red with shame and clutching a cum-soaked rosary.

Dude feeling guilty for the sin of not being able to keep his legs closed and letting himself get knocked up, and worst of all enjoying his current predicament,

Or dude feeling guilty for not being able to keep his dick to himself and knocking someone up, the shame increasing as he only gets hornier for his lover the more he swells; he needs to stop, but all he can think about is fucking his lover's brains out every opportunity he gets.

[cite-reader]

I raised an eyebrow. Internally I was panicking, but I would not allow this petty sorcerer to see. "This is not a simple request," I said. "I will require some time."

"Surely, for a being as mighty as you--"

"Would you have me change your heart then? Change hers? Wave my hand and annihilate your shared past?" I sneered. "Little is beyond the djinn, but we are not the Allmighty. A working requires effort, same as for you mud men. I accept your terms, now lift this binding and leave me to my work. Or banish me whence I came. I care not."

My summoner frowned. Deliberating. "I should have gone with a demon," he muttered. Not meant for me to hear, but my ears were better than his.

So of course I laughed in his face. "Oh yes," I said. "Conjure up one of God's fallen instruments. For this task. And please, give me a whistle when you do, that would be entertaining."

I smiled at him, rows of sharp teeth on display. Oh, look, it unsettled him. How tragic.

"Fine," he said. He broke the circle with his foot and with a mocking bow, I vanished into smokeless flame.

***

Love. It wouldn't be beyond me to find a woman in all the wide world that my summoner would love, and who would love him. I could nudge and cajole and redirect until he changed into the sort of man any sort of woman he might have named would love. But the fool had asked for the love of a specific woman, one he had history with no less, and that was beyond me.

In my pride I had accepted the bargain anyway. The chief sin of the djinn had always been pride.

I watched the woman. Stalked her, really, in the form of the wind. She was... bright, vibrant. I silently lamented that this soul had been born to the mundanity of molded clay. My summoner would only drag her further down, but I had made my bargain. I only had to find some lever to bring them together.

That night, when she went to sleep, I still had not found it. I was considering drastic measures when her sleep turned restless and she began to whimper.

I took my solid shape, placed my hand on her brow, sampled her dreams. I saw my summoner again, behind every corner and in every shadow. Well. I might have my pride, but I had some measure of compassion too; I twisted the dream, made the earth swallow up the shade of my summoner and coaxed the woman into true rest.

I should banish myself. I'd have to bear the consequences of a shattered bargain, but they would not debilitate me. Even if I found some way to fulfill it, I shouldn't. Not for him, not with her.

I was gathering my will to cast myself out when the picture on the woman's wall caught my eye. I stopped, considered, and smiled a vicious smile. I had my lever.

***

My summoner awoke in my arms as I traveled on the wind and immediately began to panic. "You know," I said conversationally, "love is a funny word. Means all kinds of things. Love for a spouse is almost a completely different emotion from--stop struggling do you not see how high up we are--from love for a sibling. And yet your clumsy tongue gives all these concepts the same sound! Ah, here we are."

I landed, the both of us still concealed by the nature of my people. "And then there is love for a pet." I looked my summoner in the mismatched eyes of the tiny spaniel I'd reshaped his body into. He really should have been more careful with the wording of his bargain. "Now. Your intended will be walking out that door in just a moment. She will see you, and she will love you, but it's up to you to keep it. So look cute! And in the Creator's name, don't go humping her leg."

I set him down and withdrew my veil from him just in time for the vibrant woman to step onto the street and see a clumsy dog stumbling to his feet. "Oh, look at you!" she exclaimed, reaching down to pet him. He wagged his tail and barked for her. "Where's your collar? Is your person around here?"

When no concerned dog owner materialized and the spaniel made no move to walk off even after she stopped petting him, she shrugged. "Well, I think I can take care of you for a little while. Come on, I'll get posters made after work." She scooped him up and walked away; the last I saw of him, he was looking back at where I stood concealed, expression begging me to fix this!

I let him see me wave goodbye with a smile full of teeth before I vanished into smokeless flame.

You slacked off through all of genie school, but you’re starting to regret it because it’s your first day on the job. A mortal from a planet called Earth summons you, and you need to figure out a way to grant his wish despite not being capable of giving him what he wants.