#mary sandin

[mandowifey]

Deck the halls.

James Sandin x fem!Reader.

Warnings: NSFW, PiV unprotected sex, power dynamic (boss x assistant), cowgirl position, daddy!kink, finger sucking, alcohol consumption, creampie.

Note: This was written for my dear buddy @ethanhoewke MWUAH Word count: 3.2k

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You're a new hire at the company.

Good at the things you do, organized in your own way, you're reliable. The way you do your job and the means in which you complete it catch the attention of upper management, including Mr. Sandin himself. The man is a mystery, to you who works on the lower levels.

However, you're called up to the 15th floor and he greets you outside his office. You're smitten right away, who wouldn't be? He's got charm, oozing charisma and he's quite handsome for his age - which, by the way, is old enough to be a friend of your fathers.

This was how you came to be his personal assistant. The work was easy enough; you organized his meetings and day to day paperwork or any other small things necessary for his work. James praises you constantly, the guy simply cannot be more thrilled. Over the following weeks, you notice him watching you from the corner of your eye, or how he'd be hovering not far when a male coworker would talk to you too long.

He would start with giving you small bonuses. Little at first and explain it's mostly up to his discretion as tax write offs or anything passable. You'd get unexpected checks from him, always coincidentally around the times when you mention you're stretched thin, or that you are having car issues.

He liked taking care of you.

James finally had you squeezed into his office, claiming it'd be 'more beneficial' for him to have his assistant in the same room as him so you could listen to meetings or anything else important. But you knew the truth; he wanted you for himself.

Things finally came to a boiling point on the office Christmas party.

You showed up in a lovely red dress that hugged every part of you just right and James, God as his witness tried everything to keep his eyes off you but simply could not.

After intermingling amongst your other coworkers, you had drifted away from the party to step out onto one of the balconies to grab some air - it was stifling in there after all.

Things were so busy you hadn't noticed your boss following you outside.

"You look beautiful tonight, Y/N."

Startled, you turn and see the man you've been working closely with for the past three months standing across from you. In a black suit and tie, hair neatly slicked back, and face shaved. James gives you that signature crooked smile that makes your heart melt and panties wet.

"You look, w-well you look amazing, too!" You stutter, the cold breeze making you shiver and hold your arms.

Moving forward, James shifts and removes his jacket and offers it to you. You blush, then with his help, slip it on. It was warm, heavy with the smell of his fancy cologne.

You're at a loss for words.

Starlight catches in those pools of beryl and he's looking at you like you are the only woman in the world. You feel almost like you could forget he had a wife and kids at home. The perfect life, you thought. Perfect life for the perfect man. It was a bitter sensation, knowing you were not part of that picture. You couldn't blame Mary though; her husband was in every sense; a good man.

That was why he never returned your subtle advances.

The times where your hands would touch exchanging papers, and you'd let your digits linger against his just a second too long, or how you'd brush against him to lean and give him his coffee, or notes - he never took notice. It was like those moments did not happen.

But now?

He looked at you with such warmth. A powerful, radiating desire that caught you off guard. James closes the distance between you both and his hand finds your hip.

"James-"

You're tugged closer.

"You-"

His mouth was on yours.

Sparks fly behind your eyes and the world no longer exists outside the two of you. His smell, the taste of expensive champagne and caviar, it envelopes you. Your eyes close and your hands grasp at the front of his shirt, small compared to his broad chest. You're standing up on your tip toes, leaning into the kiss.

James breathes you in for what feels like the first time. He sees you now, he had before. Those advances had never gone unnoticed. He knew how you felt because he felt the same way. Every time he signed off on those checks or gave you time off, he was showing his love differently.

He wanted nothing more than to take care of you, and he was going to.

James holds onto you as if letting go meant you'd drift away.

The kiss was only a few seconds long, but it had felt like centuries. Time slowing down as the two of you embraced and locked lips. When he broke away, he reveled in your expression; flushed with closed eyes - even your lips slightly parted like you hadn't caught up to the fact he broke away.

His thumb touches your chin, tilting your head to look up at him. "Go to my office, I'll be there soon." It was not a request. He pecked your mouth one last time and smiles.

You're dumbstruck.

Was this really happening?

Staring at him, you gawk and close your mouth before your jaw could hit the floor. "Y-yeah, yeah of course yeah-" You stammered, then quickly shrugged off his jacket. "H-here." You offer it to him; you were going inside and wouldn't need it anyways.

He smiles and takes it, nodding a thanks and slinging it over his shoulders. He licks your gloss off his lips before giving a glance around as he headed back in.

It was chilly, but you couldn't tell anymore, you had heated to your core.

Transitioning from outside to the office was a blur. Your brain was foggy, and you felt like you moved on auto pilot. A couple coworkers asked if you were okay, to which you laugh and mention you had a little too much champagne. They laugh with you and cheers, moving on to better things.

Good, you didn't want to linger anyways.

A quick glance around tells you that James is not there, he must've taken the elevator up to his floor.

Swallowing, you hurry around the corner and finger the button with a trembling hand. The doors ding and you take a short ride up to the darkened, undecorated floor that you'd gotten so familiar with. You see light behind the closed shutters of James office, and you gulp.

This is really happening. Maybe he's going to fire me- Did I kiss him, or did he kiss me?

You walk to the door and gently knock once, before taking the handle and twisting to step in.

In the office - your shared office - James stood with his jacket off and sleeves rolled up. There was a bottle of open champagne and two glasses. You weren't sure why you were expecting him to punish you, but you felt relieved none the less.

"Close the door and lock it would you?" He smiles and starts pouring you both something to drink.

"James-" You try again, doing as instructed before turning and facing him again.

"Just a little drink, I don't think I've ever seen you drink." He remarked, giving you that smile of his. Those uneven teeth were going to be the death of you. You smile and step forward, taking the glass as he offers it.

"Merry Christmas." He taps his glass to yours.

"And a happy new year." You add.

You close your eyes to take a drink, but James does not. He watches you with a longing expression, sipping his own drink slowly. He notices how your tongue swipes out and cleans your lips, and that was all that it took.

It was unclear where the entire champagne bottle went, but the warmth in your cheeks was a strong indicator that at least half of it resided in your stomach. James was flushed too. The both of you had chatted about holiday plans; he had intended to take family to Montana to rent a cabin, but Mary's dad had gotten sick and she had to leave town to see him. You lived the single life, so your plans involved eating your favorite foods and binging shows you liked. James was jealous of the simplicity of being single again.

Regardless, somehow amidst your talking, you had ended up on his lap with him leaned back on the chair. The playful banter and alcohol had you both giggling into each-other, your dress riding up your hips as you straddle him.

You briefly understood why they called it 'Liquid courage'.

Large hands smoothed over your hips, squeezing, and feeling you. He wanted to map out the entirety of your body with his hands alone, proceeded by using his mouth next. You tasted incredible, even with the residual flavor of the champagne.

Your kisses got deeper, heavier. All those days and nights thinking of James. Good boy James, the man old enough to be your father, who looked out for you and consoled you when a family member passed - he was kissing you. He was holding you, squeezing you, tasting you. You giggle at the absurdity of the exchange; he was your boss after all.

James kisses you like he was dying of thirst and the last drop of water resides within your lips. The giggling was dying away now, replaced with a conjoined sense of urgency, you both silently acknowledged how wrong this was, and how badly you needed it to happen.

The older man below you guided your hips to his, rolling you down onto him so you could feel the swell of his cock in his pants. There were no more jokes to be said, he needed you, now. You keen for him, noticing his hint and grinding yourself down onto him with a feverish need. Your panties had long since been soiled; the first kiss on the balcony had done you in.

James can smell your arousal, and the drag of your covered pussy is driving him fucking insane. His hands squeeze over the globes of your ass as he bucks up into you suddenly. You yelp, then groan, shoving your hips back down into his with an urgency that surprises you both. It pulls a groan from James too.

His hands pull away from your ass to reach between your bodies where you can feel him fumbling with his belt. His kisses become sloppy, distracted with the frustrating mechanism that kept the belt locked. He wanted to be free, and he wanted to be in you now.

You smile into his mouth, sucking his bottom lip between your teeth and tugging it back before releasing it. He grins and pushes his mouth back to yours, repeating that motion to you this time. Heat spread down your limbs, pooling in your core - you thought you could cum from the anticipation alone.

Finally, James gets his belt open, and you feel his hands moving. You break the kiss to sit back against his thighs, your eyes drifting down between you both to watch.

"You okay, princess?"

His voice was like smooth water down a leisurely stream. You are smiling, not realizing you hadn't answered him. A hand grabs your chin and redirects your eyes, where you find him looking at you with a bit of concern.

Even drunk, James worried about you.

"Huh?"

"You doing okay?"

You smile. "You're so handsome."

He smiles and squeezes your chin playfully. "Thank you, I need an answer kiddo."

Laughing, you nod into his grip. "I'm doing great, daddy-"

Why had you said that.

You suddenly went still and felt yourself start to sober up just a little, the fear of embarrassing yourself knocking the warm fuzziness straight out your skull.

But James was grinning at you. "Daddy, huh?"

His thumb forced between your lips before you could start your half-drunk apology.

"Suck."

Your cunt clenched around nothing, your eyes wide at his demand. Who was this? Not wanting to disappoint him, you close your lips around the digit and begin to do as he said. Your eyes avert, feeling a twinge of shyness to do something so indirectly lewd.

The thumb pushes down onto your tongue and hooks behind your bottom teeth where you feel him tug gently.

"Uh-uh, eyes on me."

You were certain you were leaking onto his pants now.

Bringing your eyes back to him, you whimper and suck hard at the digit which had sense relaxed its grip on you. James’s pupils were blown out, his breathing heavy and his lips pushing together. His cock ached to be released, but he was tantalized by his perfect girl sucking on his digit. So well behaved.

"You want daddy's cock? Take it out."

Hands fumbling, you open his pants and reach in. Your fingers find something huge and hot. For a second, you are dumbfounded that this could be his cock by the sheer size of it. Grabbing him, you help pull him out and begin to stroke him, wanting to get a feel for him.

James sucks in a breath and throbs in your grip, the tip dewy with precum.

"That's a good girl, you must want it really bad, huh?" His head tilted as his eyes burn into yours, unwavering. "Been thinking about it a long time? I bet you even go home and touch yourself saying my name, don't you?" Your face said it all, you did not even need to answer.

His hand pulls from your mouth, and you mewl at the lack of something to suck on. "P-please." You felt an ache inside of you that needed to be filled. James was right, you had wanted him since the first day you shook hands. And now that he was here before you, you could not wait any longer.

James smiles and pushes your dress up more, exposing your sopping panties and clicking his teeth. "Wow, you're a mess." He chuckles and grabs the back of your head to pull you in and kiss you hard. His tongue swept into your mouth, scoping the space between your teeth before he pulled back.

"Ride me."

He leaned back and pulled you closer by your hips. You oblige, hovering yourself over him as you reach under and pull your panties to the side. He helps you out, guiding his cock to slick between your folds before finding your opening. You both groan as you began to sit on him.

The tip was blunt, large, you thought he wouldn't fit. But the alcohol mixed with your desire encouraged you. You nudge downwards, your hands holding his shoulders as you sit yourself on him.

"T-that's it, t-that's my gi-rl. J-just like that-fuck." He gasps, his hands pawing at your hips and squeezing tightly. It was taking every ounce of restraint to not force you to take all of him. "F-fuck." He cursed, the veins in his neck taught.

You were hot all over, your cunt stretching to accommodate his girth. You cry out, sitting down on his lap and taking the last of him, effectively hilting your boss inside of you. James was occupying every inch of space inside of your tight pussy, and it made you burn.

"S-shit, shit-" You curse, your fingers digging into his shirt and your eyes screwing shut. "F-fucking h-hell y-you're s-so big."

James pushes his head against your shoulder and laughs huskily. "You're barely fitting me, kiddo. Y-you did so well. You took it all." He kisses your shoulder and peppers your skin in soft bites.

You groan, your nipples hard through the dress and James takes notice. He uses one hand to tug your top down and expose your breasts. "So beautiful." He murmurs as his mouth finds one of your breasts. You can only mewl and gasp as he sucks your nipple between his teeth.

Your cunt twitches around him, pulling a salacious groan from the man below you.

Both of his hands fly to your hips - it seemed even Mr.Sandin had his limits.

You gasp as he lifts you effortlessly and drops you back down onto his cock. He grunts into your flesh, still sucking the sensitive nub of your breast. "S-shit! shit!" You squeak and grip a fist into his hair, rolling your hips down to take him.

Your body squelches around him, impacting his lap and drawing unanimous groans from the both of you. You were stretched beyond capacity, the head of his cock nudging a place so deep inside of you it rendered you stupid. All you knew is you had to cum.

James used you to fuck his cock. His hands grasping you tightly as he pumped you up and down onto his lap. His mouth pops off your breast to lean his head back in a beautiful groan. "F-fuck, Y/N, fuck I-im-" He could feel his release coming, his body starting to tense and his hands losing their grip.

You help him and plant your palms on his shoulders to use as leverage. You begin to ride him, fucking yourself down onto him like an animal. His mouth drops open and a boyish groan erupts deep from his throat. "I-inside me." You gasp, feeling that coil ready to burst in your stomach.

"Inside me!" You shriek, colliding your body hungrily down into his.

And he does.

James feels the world burst in vibrant colors behind his eyes. His mind going white hot as his cock throbbed and emptied inside of you. He was frozen in an expression of ecstasy. You could not handle the thought of him cumming inside of you, and you lose it.

You give two more pitiful bounces before your hips grind on him hopelessly. You choke as you clench around him, your cunt spasming around his girth as you came. Your head drops to his shoulder and you still your body. Nothing now but the both of you attempting to catch your breath.

Arms wrap around your back and draw you into him, he is holding you in place on his lap, not wanting to leave your warmth. Your heart is finally calming enough that you can think again. You nudge your mouth to his and steal one more long, passionate kiss.

He smiles into it and closes his eyes, returning the warmth to your chest.

When you break apart, James looks up at you and rubs your hips and thighs.

"So... you got any plans for the holiday weekend?"

[hearthstonehallhq]

mod, poderia começar a dar sugestões de fcs que quer ver por aqui?

Oi-oi nonny!

Eu tenho tanto medo de flopar que só por ver as vossas perguntas a demonstrar interesse fico contente que chegue. Quero encher Hearthstone com personagens sem ligar às fcs. Mas já que a pergunta foi feita, deixo uma lista bem básica, com series televisivas e filmes dos quais podem tirar fcs com recursos de época ( ou quase )

Bridgerton ( obviamente )

Game of Thrones & House of the Dragon

Emma

Pride and Prejudice

Gunpowder

Sandination

Da Vinci's Demons

The Musketeers

Salem

Sleepy Hollow

Little Women

Mary Queen of Scots

Mr. Malcolm's List

Far from the Madding Crowd

Rosaline

My Cousin Rachel

Effie Gray

The Last Duel

Sei que não é o mesmo que dizer nome A ou B, mas eu ainda não pensei em fcs. Contudo, se for do vosso interesse posso tentar criar uma lista de fcs (onde iria incluir onde irem buscar os recursos de época) para vcs.

[hiddenwashington]

anonymous said : could someone play the polite leader and mary sandin from the purge

from the purge, we would accept a mary sandin, but we wouldn't accept the leader! if you have any other questions, be sure to let us know!

[goalhofer]

2023 NHL Draft Results Picks 1-50

1st overall, Chicago: Connor Bedard (Regina Pats/North Vancouver, British Columbia) 2nd overall, Anaheim: Leo Carlsson (Örebro H.K./Karlstad, Sweden) 3rd overall, Columbus: Adam Fantilli (University Of Michigan Wolverines/King Township, Ontario) 4th overall, San José: Will Smith (USNTDP/Lexington, Massachusetts) 5th overall, Montreal: David Reinbacher (E.H.C. Kloten/Hohenems, Austria) 6th overall, Arizona: Dmitriy Simashev (K.K. Lokomotiv/Kostroma, Russia) 7th overall, Philadelphia: Matvei Michkov (K.K. S.K.A./Perm, Russia) 8th overall, Washington: Ryan Leonard (USNTDP/Amherst, Massachusetts) 9th overall, Detroit: Nate Danielson (Brandon Wheat Kings/Red Deer, Alberta) 10th overall, St. Louis: Dalibor Dvorský (Allmänna Idrottsklubben Ishockeyförening/Zvolen, Slovakia) 11th overall, Vancouver: Tom Willander (Rögle Bandyklubb J20/Stockholm, Sweden) 12th overall, Arizona: Daniil But (K.K. Lokomotiv/Yaroslavl, Russia) 13th overall, Buffalo: Zach Benson (Winnipeg Ice/Langley, British Columbia) 14th overall, Pittsburgh: Brayden Yager (Moose Jaw Warriors/Saskatoon, Saskatchewan) 15th overall, Nashville: Matthew Wood (University Of Connecticut Huskies/Lethbridge, Alberta) 16th overall, Calgary: Samuel Honzek (Vancouver Giants/Trenčín, Slovakia) 17th overall, Detroit: Axel Sandin-Pellikka (Skellefteå A.I.K./Gällivare Stad, Sweden) 18th overall, Winnipeg: Colby Barlow (Owen Sound Attack/Orillia, Ontario) 19th overall, Chicago: Oliver Moore (USNTDP/Mounds View, Minnesota) 20th overall, Seattle: Eduard Šalé (H.K. Kometa Brno/Brno, Czech Republic) 21st overall, Minnesota: Charlie Stramel (University Of Wisconsin, Madison Badgers/Rosemount, Minnesota) 22nd overall, Philadelphia: Oliver Bonk (London Knights/Ottawa, Ontario) 23rd overall, New York Rangers: Gabe Perreault (USNTDP/Sherbrooke, Quebec) 24th overall, Nashville: Tanner Molendyk (Saskatoon Blades/Kamloops, British Columbia) 25th overall, St. Louis: Otto Stenberg Frölunda Hockeyklubb/Stenungsud Stad, Sweden) 26th overall, San José: Quentin Musty (Sudbury Wolves/Hamburg, New York) 27th overall, Colorado: Calum Ritchie (Oshawa Generals/Brampton, Ontario) 28th overall, Toronto: Easton Cowan (London Knights/Strathroy-Caradoc, Ontario) 29th overall, St. Louis: Theo Lindstein (Brynäs I.F./Gävle, Sweden) 30th overall, Carolina: Bradly Nadeau (Penticton Vees/Saint-François-De-Madawaska, New Brunswick) 31st overall, Colorado: Mikhail Gulyayev (K.K. Avangard/Novosibirsk, Russia) 32nd overall, Vegas: David Edstrom (Frölunda Hockeyklubb/Göteborg, Sweden) 33rd overall, Anaheim: Nico Myatovic (Seattle Thunderbirds/Prince George, British Columbia) 34th overall, Columbus: Gavin Brindley (University Of Michigan Wolverines/Lee County, Florida) 35th overall, Chicago: Adam Gajan (Chippewa Steel/Poprad, Slovakia) 36th overall, San José: Kasper Halttunen (H.I.F.K./Helsinki, Finland) 37th overall, Tampa Bay: Ethan Gauthier (Sherbrooke Phoenix/Drummondville, Quebec) 38th overall, Arizona: Michael Hrabal (University Of Massachusetts, Amherst Minutemen/Prague, Czech Republic) 39th overall, Buffalo: Anton Wahlberg (Malmö Rödhökar/Malmö, Sweden) 40th overall, Washington: Andrew Cristall (Kelowna Rockets/Vancouver, British Columbia) 41st overall, Detroit: Trey Augustine (Michigan State University Spartans/South Lyon, Michigan) 42nd overall, Detroit: Andrew Gibson (Sault Ste. Marie Greyhounds/LaSalle, Ontario) 43rd overall, Nashville: Felix Nilsson (Rögle Bandyklubb J20/Stockholm, Sweden) 44th overall, Chicago: Roman Kantserov (Stalnye Lisy/Magnitogorsk, Russia) 45th overall, Buffalo: Maxim Štrbák(Michigan State University Spartans/Košice, Slovakia) 46th overall, Nashville: Kalan Lind (Red Deer Rebels/Swift Current, Saskatchewan) 47th overall, Detroit: Brady Cleveland (USNTDP/Wausau, Wisconsin) 48th overall, Calgary: Étienne Morin (Moncton Wildcats/Salaberry-De-Valleyfield, Quebec) 49th overall, New York Islanders:: Danny Nelson (USNTDP/Maple Grove, Minnesota) 50th overall, Seattle: Carson Rehkopf (Kitchener Rangers/Barrie, Ontario)

[graywyvern]

( via / via )

Proud Mary. The same song, live. (@osimonsays1 adds: "I can’t with Ike. Not today." Skunked i suppose--but not Marion Zimmer Bradley-skunked...)

"Talon on Head

Beauty that tears And guts to bucket child On pathways without bird Or stone-cropped hedge

This, that one that stains For marchers in step-- Curling for madness dropping Is quizzical and pure

But quick with movement... The ardor of grace in doubt Not hounded-- Simply mobile"

Ovid Neal III, The Dirge of the Thin Air Dancers (Crying Dog Books: 1992)

Study in red & black.

"Think you, if Laura had been Petrarch's wife He would have written sonnets all his life?"

-Lord Byron

Sandin Dreams Pt.4.

[donamarocas]

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[deputy-ajay-ghale]

Healthy Couples in Horror Movies Part 2

James and Mary Sandin in The Purge, Adela and Juan in The Final Purge

Bonus:

Marcus and Michelle Moore; Esme Carmona and Ryan Grant in The Purge season two

[gonebackto505]

MARY SANDIN ICONS + HEADERS.

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[c0ffinshit]

Her (James Sandin x Reader) Part Three

Part One

Part Two 

A/N: FINALLY here is part three, sorry I didn’t link Part One in Part Two (frankly I still a little new to the website), I didn’t know how to do it lmao. Also, sidenote, I mention different type of shoes (a men dress shoe called an oxford and a woman high heel called an scarpin along with a woman’s pump) just as an fyi

word count: 3,209

warnings: angst, painfully awkward, like one self-murder thought, mentions of sex, arguing, lots of footsie, non-canon behavior (for Mary and James)

Your brain started to race as James turned on the car and started down the road to his house. You were so fucked. James rested his hand on your thigh, sensing that something was wrong.

“Honey, there’s no need to panic. If things go bad, I’ll handle it, okay?” 

Your head nodded; you were terrified. The sky outside the car had turned dark a long time ago. Sidewalks and the neighborhood flowers were blurs in the darkness of the night. You could only see the neighboring houses with their lights still on. James’s eyes kept falling back onto you when the road got easy. He seemed just as worried as you; you couldn’t think why. James pulls up to a dimly lit house with stone pillars. It was hard to make out a good amount of the house. You could only see one thing; a woman of average height walking towards the car. She had short-bobbed hair and was wearing a dark striped shirt. It was Mary. Mary knocked on the window of the car. James rolled down the car’s window and kissed his wife on her cheek.

“Hello, darling,” he smiled gently at her.

She looked inside, and her eyes finally met yours. Her blue softens at the sight of you.

“And who is this young lady?”

And all you could think was: I’m not that much older than her, but she looks beautiful. Before you could even open your mouth, James interrupted me. 

“She’s my secretary, (Y/N),” 

Hearing your name come out of his mouth almost brings you to tears, looking back. You knew what he was doing to me. But you couldn’t help but come back to him and cling like he was going to leave again. James ruined you, and yet, you continued to love him. And you pretended he loved you back; it felt like the only thing that mattered to me. Your eyes avert from Mary’s. You couldn’t even look at her. She walked over to your door and opened it, wrapping her arms around you. Mary’s arms were warm and inviting. She lets go of you; James looks over at me, his worried look still on his face.

“(Y/N), can you help me in the kitchen when we get inside?” Mary asked, her hand resting on your arm.

James’s fingers gingerly linger near your hand. 

“Yes, I’d love to,” you replied sheepishly.

Mary leads you out of the car, showing you to the door. He follows closely behind, resting his hand on the small of your back. You follow them through their gorgeous front door. Mary leads you into the kitchen while James walks off into one of the many hallways in the house, his hand leaving your side. Your body decides to rest against the island in the kitchen.

“Take a seat. I just want to get to know you,” Mary said.

“Listen, if you know, just tell me I don’t want to be anxious all night,” you said, itching the back of your hand.

Mary gave me a confused look, “Know what?”

You waved your thought away with his hand, dissuading her from thinking of your statement further. She raises her eyebrows for a split second but quickly settles back down. 

“So, what do you do? I know it's obvious, but what do you do all day?”

Your thoughts ran, trying to stop yourself from saying something stupid or irrelevant.

“I write a lot of emails, mostly to other employees, telling them how to do their jobs,” you chuckled.

Mary lets out an airy laugh as she checks the stove.

She probably started cooking before I got there, you thought.

You cross my legs, secretly hoping James walked in, took you into a separate room, and screws you until you couldn’t even think of breathing. Your brain needed something to get me out of this conversation. But you knew nothing would stop the inevitable from happening. And it was coming sooner than you wanted.

“That’s interesting. Do you ever get a break from working so tirelessly?” her elbows now resting atop the island.

“Sometimes…”

Suddenly, you feel a hand return to the small of your back, James. You felt your shoulders finally relax.

“Honey, why are you interrogating our poor dinner guest?” James said, winking at you.

Your cheeks quickly became flushed as his arm wrapped around you.

“Interrogated? I’d prefer to call it a brief questionnaire,” Mary innocently smiled.

It took every bone in your body to not roll your eyes and groan like a teenager, sick of her parent’s bullshit. James responds with a low chuckle and a squeeze to your side, causing you to softly whimper. He takes his hand from your back again, moves over to his wife, and wraps his arms around her. At that moment, you would’ve rather shot yourself in the head with a nail gun than see them loving each other like an average couple. James isn’t an idiot for the most part. He knew what to do to get you worked up; he wanted you to be jealous. So you’ll rip off his button-down as both of you get to his bedroom. And he’ll tease you about sleeping with him in the same room where he sleeps with his wife. God and he would keep saying her name, getting you to think of her as you came on his cock.

“(Y/N)? Did you hear me?” Mary asked with a melancholy look across her face.

You snapped out of your anger-filled thoughts and nodded as a response.

“Then come and eat with us,”    

Mary walks over to a stunning dining table. White napkins under the shiniest silverware next to the plain dinner plates. If you weren’t angry with her. You would have praised her for her outstanding work. The sounds of James’s shoes walking towards your own ringed in my ears.

He leans into you ear and whispers, “That’s not the only thing I’m eating tonight,”

You kicked him a little below his knee. Your legs finally moved to the dining room chair. As you walked your body to my chair, you hear his pant leg rubbing against his skin. You would persist in hurting him as he damaged you, even though you’ll apologize later when he’s in between your legs. You were all finally beginning to eat, which you weren’t in the mood for. James sat astride from you, moving his shoe along your leg occasionally. You couldn't help but push his leg back as we sat silently. Hearing sounds of silverware scratching against the plates made your skin crawl with rage. Suddenly, Mary sneaks her hand over to your and taps you on the finger. Your eyes met Mary’s, and she moved with her head to the hallway near the kitchen. You nodded, got up quietly, and walked to the hallway, leaning against the wall. Mary’s feet quickly followed behind you.

“Listen,” she started keeping her voice low, “I want to ask something. Sorry that I  haven’t found any time to ask. I guess I’ll ask now: are you sleeping with my husband?” 

It felt like the world had stopped. She finally brought up what you feared. You couldn’t hide behind deleted security camera footage and locked doors. James thought he could have kept it under wraps.

“Excuse me?” you replied.

As it turns out, empty threats and replacing employees when they don’t fall in line doesn’t work.

“Are you sleeping with my husband?” she asked again, carefully enunciating every word. 

I tilt my head to the side, “Well. If you’re asking, I think you know,”

She moves her back, placing her face in her hands.

“I just want to hear you say it,”

Your thoughts were running, and you crossed your legs again. You wanted to tell the truth, but you didn’t know what she had against you. Would she divorce James? Yell at you or hurt you physically?

“Okay, but you have to tell me who told you about it–”

“Fine, fine, just tell me,” her breath became slightly more erratic.

Your legs uncross, and your shoulders relax again. The house grew quiet. It felt like her breath was the only sound in the whole house.

“I am sleeping with your husband, James Sandin,”

Her hand slid down her face, her eyes brimming with tears.

“Okay, the person who told me was Dan Brimer,”

Dan was a man you used to work with when you were a lower-level employee. You had started off as friends, getting drinks after work and doing typical work-friend things. Even dated for a little while. That was until James came into your life. Sure he was your boss even when you were a lower employee, but he never spoke to me when you were in that position.

It wasn’t until he started talking to you at a work party that he started pushing you up the corporate ladder. To be fair, you didn’t even want it in the first place, but the next thing you knew, you were sitting in his office being told you were being promoted to his secretary. By that time, you had been talking less and less to Dan. He used to complain about James ripping you away from your old position and ripping you away from your friendship you had with him. You dismissed it at the time because you didn’t think he would do anything about it, just empty threats. He got fired soon after you got promoted to secretary, due to unprofessional behavior. So, how did he get dirt on you when he isn’t even allowed back in the building?

“What does he have? Videos? Pictures?” you asked, your hands rubbing my biceps.

“I don’t know exactly. Dan just said that he has something,”

Suddenly, you heard footsteps coming around the corner. James.

“Ladies, is something wrong? It's been a minute since both of you left the table,” James asked, caressing his wife's arm.

Mary and you looked at each other, panic in your eyes. Someone had to say something.

“Nothing’s wrong, sweetheart,” Mary smiled.

James shoots Mary a strange look, something you couldn’t entirely read.

“Alright, come back soon. Your food is getting cold,”

She nods as James touches your hand gently before walking away. You let out a deep sigh as Mary slowed her breathing down.

“Alright, what do you want to do about Dan?”

Mary shakes her head side to side, “I don’t know,”

“Are you upset with me? ‘Cause I’m not seeing it,”

Her eyes avert your gaze, clearly not wanting to answer. Now, you’re not typically a pushy person. But in cases like this, you needed something to either go home and cry about or still have the guilt to a lesser extent.

“I’m not super upset with you. Don’t get me wrong. What you did was wrong, and I am mad about it. But, I’ve been expecting something like this for a while,” 

At the time, you should’ve figured that she would think that. He’s a man in his early 40s and has been married to her for years. That’s a recipe for cheating. Mary looks around the corner into the dining room.

“Okay, good to know–”

“We have to good back to dinner unless you’d like to go home early,”

You shake your head, surprised by such a quick reply. 

“That wouldn’t be necessary,” you pat her shoulder. 

“Alright, I have some things I need to catch up on. I’ll be out for a minute,”

Your head gives her a quick nod, leaves the hallway’s comfort, and goes into the dining room again. James’s ears hear you walk in, and his eyes look up at you.

“Hello, dear,” He said with a smirk.

You give him a soft smile, “Sorry I kicked you earlier,”

The chair glides against the light gray carpet as you sit back.

“It’s alright; you were playing the part,” 

His hand slides across the dining table, lingering above your middle finger.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were flirting with me,”

You hear a low chuckle escape his lips, his gorgeous soft lips. Your finger lifts up slightly and touches his hand gently, feeling his palm above the back of your hand. His shoe started to rub against your leg again. You didn’t understand why he kept playing with your leg all night. All the romantic movies told you that’s a subtle sign of affection, but you kept telling yourself that he wanted something more out of you in his house. Clearly, he wanted it on the dining room table right now. His eyes were darker as the heel of your scarpin started to run under his pants. Your throat lets out a small giggle.

“Darling, if I may be frank, I want you so badly right now,”

You raised your eyebrows. He’d been like that before, but this time, it was all the more erotic in his beautiful home. James gets up from his chair and walks behind you. Running his hands down your ribcage, going to your breasts.

“God, they look even better in this lighting,” 

“Such a gentleman you are,” I said jokily.

“Well, your tits look great,” he kissed the back of your neck.

Suddenly, the sound of pumps hitting the tiles in the hallway. Mary was back and sooner than you wanted. 

“James, what are you doing?”

His head snapped around, seeing her.

“Mary, where were you?”

She begins to walk towards him, slowly at first. 

“Answer the question, James. Don’t try me,”

James pulls his arms away from your breasts and faces Mary.

“I wasn’t doing anything of your concern,”

Mary’s eyebrows quickly raise as you get out of your chair, straightening up.

“Yeah, we weren’t doing anything,” 

Your brain started to scold yourself, knowing that you were in a losing battle.

Mary rolls her eyes at me, “You are not a part of this, (Y/N),”

You wanted to speak up and say that you were a part of the situation since James was the one feeling you up, but you decided to stay quiet and watch the event play out.

But Mary continues, “James, I just don’t understand why you can’t be honest with me,” 

James’s hands fell to his hips, and he walked toward her. His face felt as if it hadn’t changed since we got in the house, a blank yet vulgar expression. The only sound was the soothing wind outside, brushing gingerly against the window. Mary and James stared at each other for a while before you decided to speak again.

“Can someone take me home? I don’t feel comfortable being here anymore–”

“Honey, just wait a minute. I wanted to get this over with,” James said, still looking at her.

“Really? ‘You want this to end? How about you shouldn't have done it in the first place! Then we wouldn’t have to argue in front of our poor dinner guest that I didn’t even know was coming!”

That would explain why you didn’t feel hungry the whole dinner. And why you didn’t even know what she was making. Until it was planned in front of you on their white plate. It told you so much, yet you felt so unwanted there. Like you weren’t supposed to be there when it happened.

“How petty do you have to be to use my own words against me? This is not the woman I married,”

That last part stung. You couldn’t place why but it hurt when you first heard. Mary’s mouth hung open like a mailbox. It felt like her jaw hit the floor.

“Please, you are such a self-pitying masochist. You knew what you’re doing when you say ‘I do,’”

“Well, it was hard to say ‘I do’ when I didn’t even want to get married in the place!” James screamed.

You had never heard a room grow so quiet. The wind outside had stopped blowing. It felt as if a bomb had dropped.

Mary’s eyes welded up in tears, “James, you don’t mean it,”

James’s eyes lowered to the floor. Guilt wrapped around the room like a warm blanket. His arms dropped from his hips, clenching and unclenching his left hand. If you didn’t feel it before, it felt like your brain was exploding in your own skull. The headache burned into you like a cow being branded. Your vision was hardly fuzzy, which you were thankful for. You finally looked over to Mary, whose face was covered by her hands, sobbing uncontrollably. James’s oxford shoes walked towards Mary, his arms holding out for her.

“Mary, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it–”

“Get out, James,”

“Mary, I don’t think you’re listening to me–”

“Just get out!” she screamed, “Go pack your shit for the night. I don’t care where you stay, just anywhere but here,” her voice softened.

Mary’s shoes strummed off, and you quickly followed after her.

“What the hell was that? I thought you didn’t care,” you asked as you watched her pull out a suitcase from the closet. 

Her voice mumbled as she threw random assortments of clothes into it. You name it; she had thrown it in at least twice.

“I don’t care about the affair,” she started, “I just don’t want either of you in my home,” Mary’s voice faded into mumbles.

You didn’t fully understand what was happening. All you could do was stand there and try to talk Mary out of it. Clothes spread across the floor and bed as Mary closed the suitcase. You both walked down the hallway, you slightly slower than her.

“Can’t we just talk about this?” I asked, trying and failing to take the suitcase.

“Your actions are not matching your words,”

“Out! Both of you!” she yelled, “(Y/N) I’ll text you when James can come back.” she whispered to you.

You were shocked she wanted you to take James under your wing and fix his actions. Clearly, she hardly knew him as you did. James took the suitcase from her hand and started to walk towards the door. You unknowingly roll your eyes and follow after him. You waved goodbye to Mary, and she waved back weakly, tears still running down her face. You both enter the car again. James hits his head against the steering wheel repeatedly. It only takes your soft hand on his back to stop him.

“I’m an idiot,” he said, his forehead resting against the wheel.

“No, you’re not–” you lied, rubbing his back. 

“Don’t lie to me. I am a fucking moron. I should’ve not taken you here,” he said, turning to face you, “this would’ve happened if I didn’t bring you here,”

You frown weakly, the hint of tears in his eyes. The idea of seeing him in his state hurt and excited you. He got what he deserved, yet, seeing him crushed over his wife kicking him out; hurt more than you wanted to admit.  

“Listen, you can just stay at my place for a bit while things smooth out with Mary,”

His head lifted from the steering wheel while his hand felt in his pockets. After, he handed you his phone.

“Type in the address, and I’ll stay for as long as you want; or until I get a better place,”

You giggled as you took his phone and typed in your address. How little you knew…

[pleinsdemuses]

Independent multi-muse blog - Selective - Low to Medium Activity - Penned by Marie. Mun is 21+. Will follow you from @sesyeuxocean

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Muses list:

ACOTAR

Feyre Archeron

Nesta Archeron

Elain Archeron

Amren

Morrigan

Fourth Wing

Violet Sorrengail.

Rhiannon Matthias.

Imogen

Mira

Vampire Diaries

- Elena Gilbert

- Katherine Pierce

- Bonnie Bennett

- Caroline Forbes

- Rebekah Mikaelson

- Camille O'Connell

- Aurora de Martel

- Hayley Marshall

DC Comics:

- Poison Ivy

- Harley Quinn

- Catwoman

- Enchantress

- Black Canary

- Natalia Knight

- Supergirl

- Raven

- Vicki vale

Marvel (MCU/Series/Comics)

- Sinthea Schmidt ( @paintthisworldred )

- Natalia Romanova ( @sk1lledaassass1n )

- Wanda Maximoff ( @harbinger0fchaos )

- Jean Grey ( @harbinger0fchaos )

- Jane Foster ( @drf0ster )

- Silver Sable ( @silvija-sablinova )

- Dinah Madani

- Sharon Carter

- Rogue

- Emma Frost

- Clea

- Hope Van Dyne

- Gamora

- Mary Jane Watson

- Gwen Stacy

- Mystique

- Daisy "Skye" Johnson

- Karen Page

- Lady Sif

- Darcy Lewis

-Sylvie Laufeydottir

- Jessica Jones

- Storm

- Okoye

- Skadi

Viking

- Lagertha Lothbrok

- Emma of Normandy

- Torvi

- Astrid

- Gunnhild

The Last of us

- Tess

- Marlene

- Ellie Williams

- Sarah Miller

- Maria Miller

- Abby

Game of Thrones / House of the Dragon

Daenerys Targaryen ( @iamthedrag0n)

Sansa Stark

Ygrid

Margaery Tyrell

Cersei Lannister

Missandei

Ellaria Sand

Rhaenyra Targaryen

Alicent Hightower

Rhaenys Targaryen

Laena Velaryon

Helaena Targaryen

Aemma Arryn

Visenya Targaryen @visenya0fdragonstone

Rhaella Targaryen

Shadow and bone

Alina Starkov

Nina Zenik

Zoya Nazyalensky

Inej Ghafa

Genya Safin

The Witcher

 Yennefer of Vengerberg

Ciri

Tissaia de Vries

Triss Merigold

Francesca Findabair

Renfri of Creyden

Princess Pavetta

Mythology

Hera

Demeter

Persephone

Aphrodite

Athena

Artemis

Oc's:

Isabella Meyers @isabellabmeyers Fc: Phoebe Tonkin, 28, Attorney.

Chiara Santelli @chiarapericolosa Fc: Anna Maria Sieklucka, Mob boss's daughter.

Grace Dupuis Fc: Caitriona Balfe, 26, Pharmacist

Zara Petrova Fc: Adelaïde Kane, 25, Healer/nurse

Grace Luttin Fc: Deborah Ann Woll, 24-28

Lily Williams Fc: Evangeline Lily , 26 - 32, Soldier

Cleo Devis Fc: Anya Chalotra, 26

Kara Greene Fc: Nina Dobrev, 28, biologist / Enhanced

Alba Reyes Fc: Anna de Armas, 24

Olivia Louis Fc: Danielle Campbell, 23

Celeste Arlen Fc: Kathryn Winnick, 32, Police officer.

Lucille Martin Fc: Lea Seydoux, 20 - 26, Freelance artist

Sarah Gresham Fc: Daisy Edgar-Jones, 24, Cartoonist

Anna White Fc: Shailene Woodley, 23, Waitress.

Sarah Penn Fc: Kristen Stewart, 22, Dancer and waitress

Jasmine Fiore Fc: Anya Chalotra, 26

Annabelle Deschamps Fc: Eva Green, 35,

Orphée Smith Fc: Lauren Cohen, 24 TLOU OC.

Stella DeSantis Fc: Elizabeth Olsen, 27, Legal assistant

More:

Mary Stuart - Reign

Morgana Pendragon - Merlin

Claire Beauchamp/Fraser - Outlander

Susan Pevensie - Narnia

Maggie Greene/Rhee - The Walking Dead

Alicia Clark - Fear the walking dead

Judith Grimes - The Walking Dead Fc: Evangeline Lily

Isabella Swan/Cullen - Twilight

Claire Redfield - Resident Evil

Ellen Ripley - Alien (alternative fc: Daisy Ridley or Brie Larson)

Gretel - Hansel and gretel witch hunter

Jenny Hoyt - Big Sky

Alice - Resident Evil

Vanessa ives - Penny Dreadful

Charlie Roan - The Purge: Election Year

Bela Talbot - Supernatural

Zoey Sandin - The Purge 1

Furiosa - Mad Max Fury Road

Rey - Star Wars

Melinda Gordon - Ghost Whisperer

Dominika Egorova - Red Sparrow

Male muses -

- Victoriano Morales Fc: Oscar Isaac

- Cassian Yarrow Fc: Adrian Turner (Vampire)

- Giuseppe Morelli Fc: Michele Morrone

- Sawyer Colter Fc: Chris Wood

- Raphaël Denis Fc: Luca Bravo

- Lorenzo Cerrone Fc: Giulio Berruti

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About the mun:

I'm Marie, 25 years old, she/her, from France.

Open and friendly :)

[all1e23]

hi, going to thank you for writing so many wonderful fanfics, also to ask for a fanfic about mary sandin (the purge) x fem reader, please??

Hi there.

My requests are closed. Well, I just don't do them really. I can barely write anything at the moment and I don't like making people wait for an undetermined amount of time. Also, I rarely write anything outside of Bucky Barnes annnnd I'm very soft. I've never seen the purge. Lolol

Thank you for reaching out! ❤️

[lucy-sky]

hi, going to thank you for sharing your fanfics, your writing is so clever. I would also like to request a fanfic about mary sandin (the purge) x reader, please? I hope you continue writing your works XD

Hi, thank you very much for the compliment, but unfortunately I’m not into The Purge fanfiction. Well, I’ve got some vague ideas about Leo Barnes, so maybe one day a fic about him will happen, but this is it. 

My specialty is (or was, idk yet) Sam Rockwell fics, and also recently I was inspired to write for some Pedro Pascal characters. I’m currently on a writing break and I’m not sure for how long but all I know is I really need it. 

So yeah... Sorry to disappoint you, Anon, and thank you in advance for understanding :)

[withoutapprcval]

Outdated Cinnamon Roll Meme: Ade.laide Kane’s Characters Edition

Looks like they could kill you, actually a cinnamon roll: Zoey Sandin (The Purge) Looks like a cinnamon roll, could actually kill you: Mary Stuart (Reign) Looks like they could kill you, could actually kill you: Cora Hale (Teen Wolf), Tenaya 7 (Power Rangers RPM) Looks like a cinnamon roll, actually a cinnamon roll: Mia Pearson (A Midnight Kiss) Sinnamon roll: Drizella Tremaine (OUAT)

[maschasrankings]

2002: Top 24

Malta: Ira Losco - 7th Wonder

France: Sandine François - Il Faut Du Temps

United Kingdom: Jessica Garlick - Come Back

Slovenia: Sestre - Samo Ljubezen

Croatia: Vesna Pisarović - Everything I Want

North Macedonia: Karolina - Od Nas Zavisi

Sweden: Afro-Dite - Never Let It Go

Estonia: Sahlene - Runaway

Belgium: Sergio & The Ladies - Sister

Latvia: Marie N - I Wanna

Turkey: Buket Bengisu & Group Safir - Leylaklar Soldu Kalbinde

Spain: Rosa - Europe's Living A Celebration

Bosnia & Herzegovina: Maja - Na Jastuku Za Dvoje

Austria: Manuel Ortega - Say A Word

Finland: Laura - Addicted To You

Denmark: Malene Mortensen - Tell Me Who You Are

Lithuania: Aivaras - Happy You

Germany: Corinna May - I Can't Live Without Music

Switzerland: Francine Jordi - Dans Le Jardin De Mon Âme

Russia: Prime Minister - Northern Girl

Israel: Sarit Hadad - Light A Candle

Greece: Michalis Rakintzis - S.A.G.A.P.O.

Cyprus: One - Gimme

Romania: Monica Anghel & Marcel Pavel - Tell Me Why

[secretlymysti]

Adelaide Kane Biography, age, weight, height, scandal, body measurement, affair, movies

Adelaide Kane Biography, age, weight, height, scandal, body measurement, affair, movies. Adelaide Kane is an Australian actress. She was born in Claremont, Western Australia on 9 August 1990. She appeared in the films and Television shows including, Lolly Allen in the Australian soap opera Neighbours, Cora Hale in the third season of MTV's Teen Wolf, and Mary, Queen of Scots in the CW.

Adelaide Kane Biography, age, weight, height, scandal, body measurement, affair, movies

Age: 27 years 10 months Birth Date: August 09, 1990 Horoscope: Leo Birth Place: Australia Height: 5 feet 4 inches (1.63m) Ethnicity: Mixed (Scottish, French, and Irish) Nationality: Australian Weight: 50 Kg Hair Color: Black Eye Color: Light Brown

Adelaide Kane Net Worth

Net Worth: $4 million

Adelaide Kane Body Measurement

Waist Size: 24 inch Bra Size: 34 inch Hip Size: 34 inch

Adelaide Kane Instagram, Facebook, Twitter

Facebook Profile/Page: https://www.facebook.com/AdelaideKaneOfficial/ Twitter Profile: https://twitter.com/AdelaideKane?ref_src=twsrcgoogletwcampserptwgrauthor Instagram Profile: https://www.instagram.com/adelaidekane/?hl=en Wikipedia Profile: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Adelaide_Kane IMDB Profile: http://www.imdb.com/name/nm2560043/bio?ref_=nm_ov_bio_sm Official Website: https://marriedbiography.com/adelaide-kane-biography/#

Adelaide Kane Movies

Year Title Role Notes 2010 Love Stinks Girl Short film 2012 Goats Aubrey 2012 Donner Pass Nicole 2013 The Purge Zoey Sandin 2013 Louder Than Words Stephanie Fareri 2013 Blood Punch Nabiki 2013 A Letter Home Emily Feldman Short film 2014 The Devil's Hand Ruth 2015 Realm Claire Daniels Short film 2018 Acquainted Cheri Also executive producer

Adelaide Kane Television Shows, Series

Year Title Role Notes 2007 Neighbours Lolly Allen Main role (46 episodes) 2009 Power Rangers RPM Tenaya 7 Main role (32 episodes) 2010 Pretty Tough Charlie Main role (20 episodes) 2010 Secrets of the Mountain Jade Ann James Movie 2013 Teen Wolf Cora Hale 12 episodes 2013–17 Reign Mary, Queen of Scots Main role (78 episodes) 2015 Whose Line is it Anyway? Herself Episode 11.2 2016–17 Dragons: Race to the Edge Queen Mala (voice) 8 episodes 2017 Can't Buy My Love Lilly Springer Movie 2017–18 Once Upon a Time Drizella/Ivy Belfrey 13 episodes

Adelaide Kane Theatre

Year Title Role Venue 2000 The Wizard of Oz Munchkin Mayor 2002 Fiddler on the Roof Hodel 2004 Oliver! Soloist 2004 Our Day Out Lead 2005 Anything Goes Chorus

Adelaide Kane Pictures

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[dreamofawonderfullife]

Virtue, Moir make strong start at Autumn Classic

World champs bringing different twist to Latin, 'Moulin Rouge!' programs.

Tessa Virtue and Scott Moir began their run at a second Olympic title by winning the Autumn Classic International last week in Montreal.  - Getty Images

When Tessa Virtue and Scott Moir brought the idea for a Moulin Rouge! free dance to Marie-France Dubreuil, she wasn't enthusiastic. Not one little bit.

To her, "Tango de Roxanne" was fine -- for an up-and-coming junior team, not virtuoso ice dancers bidding for a second Olympic title. But the skaters' persistence persuaded her to play the soundtrack and workshop some ideas with the duo.

"I saw something in their eyes, and they just abandoned their bodies to the music," the coach said. "And so I had to look a little bit closer before I shut the door to the idea."

Dubreuil called on choreographer David Wilson and Sam Chouinard, the hip hop maestro who helped create Virtue and Moir's acclaimed Prince short dance last season. The three searched the soundtrack of the 2001 film for ways to tell Sandine and Christian's tale of love, jealousy and death in a gritty, compelling way.

"It started to look rich in what could be done with the program," she said, and then added with a laugh, "But it was a process. I had to get past the idea (that) for me it was a little Disney-ish."

To Virtue and Moir, there was never a question. They felt they could expose the raw passion of the story and take the music places it had never been before on the ice.

"We started this year with Moulin Rouge! as a standard, and we weren't going to go with a song until it made us feel the way Moulin Rouge! made us feel," Moir, 30, said. "It comes on, we connect to it, we feel it in our souls. ... It's music that everybody knows, but I think the approach is different than what everybody else did so far. ”

"They (Dubreuil, Wilson and Chouinard) were so professional and kind of checked their egos at the door and came up with a really unique product giftwrapped for us," he added. "They just drew it out of us, and when that happens, it's really special. Now we have to live up to it."

The three-time world champions, who won Olympic gold in 2010 and silver in 2014, debuted the fiery program last week at the Autumn Classic International, an ISU Challenger Series event held in Montreal, near where they train under Dubreuil and her husband, Patrice Lauzon. They gained three Level 4 elements from the technical panel, with two step sequences earning Level 3, and totaled 115.80 points for the performance. When added to their short dance score of 79.96, Virtue and Moir ended the competition with 195.76 points, giving them a convincing win over fellow Canadians Kaitlyn Weaver and Andrew Poje (173.56 points) and Piper Gilles and Paul Poirier (172.26 points).

"The first time out is always nerve-wracking; it doesn't matter if it's your 20th year together or your first," Moir said, later adding, "We will look at technical feedback -- we need to score bigger than that, so there must be technical marks we left on the table -- but the biggest thing is growing the program and getting a bit more speed, a bit more power."

Virtue thinks a free dance with a storyline readily accessible to audiences is a plus, especially in an Olympic year.

"We wanted to avoid the classical style; we sort of feel like we've been there, done that in an Olympic setting," the 28-year-old skater said. "We wanted a more contemporary vibe but not so far out there that it was avant-garde. ... The story is fairly well known to people, yet for us it's so fun to sink our teeth into, because through the nuances, the emotional roller coaster of our characters is so deep."

The team's rumba and samba short dance -- set to a Latin classic rock medley of songs by the Eagles, Rolling Stones and Santana -- was sparked by Dubreuil, inspired by Don Felder and Joe Walsh's guitar solos in "Hotel California" and by dubbing the Stones' "Sympathy for the Devil" over footage of an old exhibition samba program of Virtue and Moir's.

"We couldn't just do a normal Latin -- they have already done three or four Latin programs in their lives; they know how to dance Latin ballroom -- so we needed a fresh approach," Dubreuil said. "It's edgy, and in a competition where there are 30 Latin programs, all similar, this one will come up and shake the house, because you have to keep people interested."

The short dance is key to Virtue and Moir's bid for a second Olympic gold medal. At the 2017 World Figure Skating Championships, their technical prowess in twizzles and steps gave them a healthy lead over training partners Gabriella Papadakis and Guillaume Cizeron, and they won the title despite placing second to the French team in the free dance. They earned 79.96 points in the short at the Autumn Classic.

"We really feel like the short dance lets us go out there and have a blast...it's not much more complicated than that," Moir said. "We love to skate, we love to skate with each other, and showing that through three pretty iconic pieces of rock music with a Latin twist is kind of a dream come true."

"Something Marie-France has done so incredibly well is translate Latin movement and feeling on to the ice," Virtue said. "It's not just about wearing skates and doing what you would do on the floor -- it's connecting it to edgework and making it glide. ... We've never worked with anybody who does that as well."

Next up for Virtue and Moir: Skate Canada, held in the Saskatchewan capital of Regina at the end of October. There, they will square off with Weaver and Poje again, as well as training partners Madison Hubbell and Zachary Donohue, the U.S. bronze medalists. Their first chance to meet Papadakis and Cizeron, as well as world bronze medalists Maia Shibutani and Alex Shibutani, could come at the Grand Prix Final in Nagoya, Japan, in December.

Moir isn't putting pink champagne on ice yet, but he thinks he and Virtue are right on track.

"We have that experience not all of our competitors have, Olympic wise," he said. "We know what it takes to come out on top. We were ready early in 2010, ready early in 2014, and it worked out well for us. I feel like we're pretty much on course."

  IceNetwork, September 25th, 2017