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vansmaybeonthewall · 11 months

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reputation // i did something bad

chapter summary: The one where your plan comes to life after a series of events that fueled the fire.

Eventual Jamie Tartt x Reader

the support you have shown for this is truly amazing. ily all, i hope you enjoy! i almost accidentally deleted it all before posting

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The spotlight was on you, a familiar yet unwanted feeling. News headlines questioned your ability to hold a crowd that big and there was not one positive thing to combat them. Even the almighty Rupert and his sidekick Derek forgot how small you were compared to other artists. It was almost as if they wanted you to fail despite wanting to take a win from Rebecca Welton. It also was a surprise to see the size of the stage and the number of light fixtures fixed to it. Even dancers who seemed to be warming up? You made your way to the stage from the tunnel, crew milling about preparing the finishing touches. Derek spotted you in your confused state and jogged over to you.

“Amazing isn’t it? Jasmine had the bright idea to have a full stage with room for choreography. She even got some designers to agree to make these long flowy dresses to match your “vibe”.”

“My vibe?”

“Yeah, you know, the way your songs sound and the meanings, all that. She’s gotten a choreographer already planning out your movements. She has a hairstylist and a makeup artist waiting for you already to practice the look they have picked out. Oh this is so exciting! Come on!”

“Wait, Derek!”

But he has already rushed off, jogging back across the field. There was no choice but to follow him which somehow led you to be sitting in a makeup chair with two strangers attacking your hair and face. It was awkward and the silence was excruciatingly painful. Both stylists had made it quite clear they weren’t amused or happy to be working with you. You were left alone in your makeshift wardrobe area looking at an unrecognizable figure in the mirror. Your hair didn’t suit your face and the makeup distorted what you knew to be yourself. The dress, the most beautiful shade of purple, wasn’t what you had planned for the event. In fact, none of this was what you had planned. You would have been content with a small stage and your guitar. It didn’t need to be this difficult.

This wasn’t you. Not in this moment of time. While you reveled in the beauty of your songs and the meanings you so delicately handcrafted, this wasn’t how they were supposed to be showcased. Of course, the opportunity to perform in front of hundreds of people was a dream, but it was to good to be true. A small percentage, if any, would know the lyrics to your songs. It didn’t seem-

“Knock knock!”

Jasmine pokes her head through the doorway, a radiant smile on her face.

“Oh, you look absolutely gorgeous! Are you ready for it?”

“For what exactly?”

“To go over the setlist! I know they were still making changes, but they should be done by now. We need a rehearsal today and to schedule a few more before the match in a few days, which may have to be every day for a couple of hours at the rate we’re going.”

“The setlist is already being done? Don’t I get a say in it?”

Jasmine frowns slightly, her demeanor shifting.

“Derek thought it would be best to pick certain songs and leave out others. He thought you might pick some not fit for the purpose of the show.”

Right. The show wasn’t completely for you, it only involved you in some plan on getting sweet revenge on Rebecca Welton on Rupert’s behalf.

“He said that?”

“Well, yes and no. Think of it like this.”

She places her hands on your arms in an attempt to comfort you.

“You have someone looking out for you making sure you don’t make any more mistakes. It’s sweet. Now let’s get going. I’ll give you five more minutes to yourself.”

Jasmine leaves the room shutting the door behind her. Her words left you dumbfounded. First, you had no say in the songs you’d sing and second, she said Derek was there to help you make no more mistakes. You had no idea if she was being genuine or if she was deliberately trying to hurt you. You shook the thoughts from your head, heading out towards the field.

As you walked across the field, you spotted instruments being set up on stage. It gave some sort of relief that you would play your own, but that was soon taken away. Derek was giving people papers and orders of where to go. The instrumentals of your songs soon flooded your ears. Carefully, you climbed up onto the stage and approached Derek. He spun around at the sound of approaching footsteps.

“You made it! You look exactly how we pictured you should, this is perfect! You have to meet the band and-”

“The band?”

Derek gives you a strange look.

“The band that’s going to be playing for you. Did you think you would be playing yourself?”

“I always have, you know that.”

“Yes, but we wanted to make you seem like a bigger artist than you are. We need to let Richmond know we are better than them in every possible way. Rupert is going to come by for a rehearsal and speaking of which, you need the setlist.”

You started to ask a question be he quickly shot you down.

“(Y/N), you don’t really have a say in the songs. What you have in mind doesn’t fit.”

“How do you know what I have in mind, Derek?”

“Come on, we’ve been dating for two years, you think I don’t know you?”

At the call of his name, Derek excused himself from the conversation leaving you in the center of the stage. It was like a stab to the heart. None of this performance was about you, it was everybody else’s. And yet you still followed whatever you were told to do.

Two days before the match

“August slipped away into a moment of time

‘Cause it was never mine”

“Cut! Cut, cut, cut!”

Mid-song you were cut off, yet again. It was a cycle repeated every few minutes.

“The choreography isn’t right, weren’t you told to do what you normally do when you perform this song?”

“And I have told you time after time, I play my guitar every time I sing this song. But you’re not listening to me.”

“Darling, I was hired as creative director of this halftime performance, you do as I say or I blacklist you from future performances. Which doesn’t seem possible at the moment with your attitude.”

You seeth in silent anger. You push through the entire rehearsal, eager to leave the stadium. And when you finally get back to wardrobe to change back, the day somehow gets worse. You exit the building and make your way to the parking lot to wait for Derek. The constant dinging of your phone in your bag breaks you out of your trance. You dig through your bag and find Twitter to be the culprit of the noise. And boy was it a shock.

Multiple news accounts tweeted articles and comments about your appearance at the West Ham v. Richmond game. But what caught your eye was the A.F.C. Richmond account tagging your username. You click on the tweet to find a clip of a recent press conference with the tweet reading “Real men support their besties”.

You press play and find yourself listening to Colin answering questions.

“And what do you think of (Y/N) (L/N)’s upcoming performance as a halftime entertainer?”

“(Y/N) is a talented artist. She has come so far and I’m happy to see her fulfilling one of her goals.”

“Even if a larger audience doesn’t approve of her choices in her music career?”

You see Colin straighten up.

“For as long as I’ve had the pleasure of knowing (Y/N), she does everything for a reason. Even if it may seem “outlandish” or “stupid” to critics like you, she puts her whole heart into it for the one person who will love and cherish her work to the very end. I look forward to our match against West Ham, not just for a win, but to see my best friend do the one thing she has dreamed of doing since she was a kid.”

A bittersweet smile made its way to your face. You and Colin hadn’t spoken for a while, with his matches and you following Derek as he requested. Maybe you should send him a message? Colin, however, beats you to it. You don’t have a chance to read it as a hand snatches your phone out of your grip. Derek comes into view and holds the phone up to his ear.

“Hello hello, is (Y/N) here? She didn’t hear me calling her name.”

“Jesus Derek, what the fuck.”

“You weren’t listening, I had to do something.”

He pulls the phone from his ear and moves to hand it back to you, but he catches a glimpse of the screen.

“Why is he texting you? I thought I said you couldn’t.”

You try to take your phone back from his grasp but Derek holds it higher in the air.

“He’s my best friend, I can’t just ignore him.”

“And I’m your boyfriend, I think I know what’s best for you.”

“Derek, please-”

He grabs your wrist tightly and sharply pulls it back down. You visibly wince at the sudden pain.

“I’m your boyfriend, you don’t need anyone else protecting you or saying thighs to defend you, I do that. That’s my job, alright?”

You don’t answer. At your silence, Derek jerks your arm.

“Alright?

You quickly nod. Derek lets go of your arm. Seeing tears about to fall from your eyes, he hugs you tightly. He places your phone into your back pocket before letting go of you. He kisses your cheek.

“I only do what’s best for you, you know that. Now I have to go meet with Rupert and Jasmine to discuss final additions to the show. And maybe when I get home, we can celebrate”

Derek looks at you with a smirk on his face before walking away, leaving you frozen by yourself without a ride home. You carefully rub your wrist, already feeling the ugly marks that would soon stain your skin. In fear of speaking to anyone and of meeting Derek at home, you start the long trek back, taking the long way home.

One day before the match

You had been silent for the last rehearsal. To get through the day faster, you chose not to voice any differences or concerns you had about your performance. You didn’t even have the courage to respond to Colin’s text much less open it. You were heading down the long hallway from your wardrobe room when you caught giggles and whispers of a heated conversation. But what really caught your attention was the mention of your name. You stop at the corner and lean against the wall. You take a peak to find Derek pinning Jasmine against the wall, face pressed into her neck. Her giggles turn into soft moans as Derek’s hands slide down her body. You place your back against the wall and slide down, hitting the floor with a small thump.

You knew they were sneaking around. You saw the little glances and the comments they made towards the other. Even the time they kissed as an elevator closed, hiding the affair within. But never would you have imagined them being this bold. It was an ugly feeling, a nausous bugs crawling on your skin type of feeling. How could you have let this go on for so long? How could you have been with him for so long? How could you tolerate it? It was then in that moment that you made the decision to make this show about you. Not revenge on Ms. Welton, not to make West Ham look good, and definitely not to make Derek look good. It was going to end, all of it.

You stood up from your spot and marched back to your dressing room. You snatched your phone from the vanity and found Colin’s contact. The message you never read glared at you.

Don’t let anything they say get to you, they don’t know you. You know you. Don’t let anyone make you forget that.

You press the call button. The call is picked up after the first ring.

“Do you want to help me do something stupid?”

Day of the match

You looked at yourself in the mirror. The purple dress hid any indication of another outfit underneath. The bold choice of a red lip and your cat-eye eyeliner made you feel like…yourself. It was what you felt in the moment and having the decision to do it was truly an amazing thing. Getting to the stage was no big deal, you and Colin had created a foolproof plan of getting you there, which involved you being wheeled in a “cleaning cart” to underneath the stage where you would rise up as planned.

There was a knock on the door.

“Hey babes, they’re ready for you if you are.”

You turn to the small TV in the corner of the room playing the match. There was only a few minutes until halftime. You open the door to see Keeley Jones.

“Let’s hope they’re ready for it.”

Being underneath the stage was surreal. Even if it was meant to be put up and torn apart within a short period of time, it was so elaborate. Workers milled about and the surprisingly loud chanting of your name filled the space. You quickly took off the dress revealing your outfit underneath. Pulling on the knee length boots, you grabbed a plain black microphone out of a box. Some of the dancers looked at you in confusion and anger, still dressed in flowy dresses. Those that agreed to your change in plans were dressed in black with microphones in hand. You took your place in the center of the lowered stage piece. The lights dimmed.

“And now, for your entertainment, the artist behind the delicate Folklore and Evermore, (Y/N) (L/N)!”

At the mention of your name, a glitch sound was heard. All fell silent before-

“Baby let the games begin”

The band takes off playing your song as you rise up, head lowered. As you are lifted onto the stage, the lights go red.

“Are you ready for it?”

Lights flash on you. Your black bodysuit sparkles in the spotlight. The crowd goes wild for you despite knowing none of the lyrics or meaning of all this. Your dancers and back up singers join you on stage, bringing the choreography you learned in secret to life. And when the moment came for the high note, you basked in the audience’s shouting of the lyrics as they learned the longer the song went on. The song came to an end, but this was only the beginning. At center stage, you unzipped the hoodie piece of your suit before continuing the set. Your look dramatically into the crowd, hoping your lyrics and fake laugh reached Derek’s pathetic little heart.

“If a man talks shit, then I owe him nothing”

You hear cheers and screams coming from the girls and women in the crowd. You smirk, making sure this performance was as powerful for them as much as it was for you. The moment you get lifted into the air by your dancers felt like what it meant to be a phoenix rising from the ashes. If it was at all possible, the crowd seemed to be even louder as you finished, smiling and laughing at their reaction. The lights went out, allowing you to see the benches both teams sat at. You could see Derek arguing with Rupert, and Jasmine trying to mediate the two. It was far from over. The sounds of your next song started playing, and this one? The audience knew.

“Cause baby we got bad blood”

The singing grew louder as the stadium filled with screeches and yelling. The sound of a banjo mixing with pop music sent them into an absolute frenzy. You were bringing back your old songs, songs that haven’t been heard in years.

“Should’ve said no”

You fell off the stage, your dancers catching you.

“Should’ve gone home”

You start running to the Richmond bench where you meet Colin with the handshake you made up when you were kids. As you start singing again, you start dancing wildly together. Cameramen follow your movements to display on the screens. While the coaches and other players seemed confused at the start, they hop in on the fun. You stay for a moment before walking towards the West Ham bench. Colin runs off grabbing a box.

“Shouldn’t be asking myself why”

You close in on Derek, pushing yourself into his face as he tries to back up.

“You should’ve said no, baby and you might still have me”

You lean back dropping the microphone onto the floor near his feet. Colin appears next to you with a microphone sparkling with red glitter. You make your way back to the stage, but never back on it. You finish your performance on the grass. And as soon as it ends, Colin comes running, picking you up and spinning around in circles. The crowd chants your name. Colin sets you down. You bring the mic back to your face.

“It has been an absolute pleasure to perform for you today London Stadium, but I do have some unfortunate news for you.”

You paused. All eyes were on you. Derek, although hiding from embarrassment, was staring at you with worry. Not for you, but for himself.

“I resign from my position on the West Ham United team as an entertainer and as an assistant. I will no longer be affiliated or used as a figure to represent this club, but rather another.”

Colin tilts his head in confusion. That last part wasn’t part of the plan. You look at Derek and Rupert as you speak your last sentence.

“From now on, I will be working closely with A.F.C Richmond through their season not only to support their endeavours, but to finish my upcoming album reputation!”

With that, you turn and run towards the tunnel, waving at fans until you’re hidden away. You continue running until you find the locker room Richmond occupied for the match. You shut the door and lean against it for a second. You place the mic down on a bench before running your hands through your hair in disbelief. Being alone was shortlived as Colin burst through the door. He hugs you tightly, but keeps a hold of you when he pulls away.

“When you said stupid, I didn’t think you meant this stupid.”

“Me neither, it just came out.”

The two of you embrace each other once again. An idea comes to mind. You let go of Colin.

“You have an extra jersey in your bag right?”

“Always.”

“Want to make it even worse?”

The rest of the team along with the coaches file into the locker room. At the sight of Colin and you, they quiet down. Coach Lasso, the bright soul, comes forward.

“Well I must say, that was a mighty brave thing you did out there Ms. (L/N). Wonderful performance too, you’ve come a long way from country.”

You were in shock.

“You knew me from when I did country?”

“Of course I do! Everybody should, I was happy to hear that banjo and slight country twang in your voice. Reminded me of home”

You smiled sweetly at him. You were about to respond, but the sound of heels interrupted. Everybody turned their heads to the locker room entrance to find Keeley and Rebecca Welton.

“Let’s wrap it up boys, we’ll do a talk and walk while we wait.”

Colin squeezes your shoulder before following his team. When they all vacated the room, Keeley came bounding to you.

“That was fantastic babe! Absolutely spectacular.”

“It couldn’t have been done without you, Ms. Jones.”

She responded to your tease with a light punch to your arm.

“(Y/N), this is Rebecca, Rebecca (Y/N).”

It was then you realized what you said on the field. You bring your hands up to cover your mouth.

“Ms.Welton! I am so sorry, I didn’t mean to blab, I just needed-”

Rebecca holds up a hand.

“There’s no need to apologize, I understand.”

“You do?”

“Of course I do, half the things I’ve done were done to try and hurt someone else. In fact, I must say I’m proud you had to courage to do that in front of so many people. Which brings me to this.”

You look between her and Keeley, who was trying to hide the biggest smile on her face.

“If you wish to make what you said out there real, we’d be happy to have you.”

Keeley starts bouncing on her feet. Your mouth opens in shock.

“You’d want me?”

“You have quite the talent, and I’d hate to see you lose it because of…certain people.”

“Ms. Welton-”

“Rebecca.”

“Thank you Rebecca, I-I don’t know what to say.”

“Then don’t. Save it for when you finish writing.”

Rebecca smiles at you before extending her hand out to you. However, you take the opportunity to hug her, taking her by surprise. She returns the gesture. Keeley claps her hands together.

“Now why don’t we watch our boys beat the absolute shit out of your exes.”

You return to the field with Colin’s backup jersey over your bodysuit. Rebecca and Keeley headed to their seats, but you took the opportunity to cheer for your best friend in a place Derek would hear. As fans spotted you walking toward the Richmond bench, they cheered.

“I spy with my little eye, a country gal making her way to the rodeo.”

You smile at Coach Lasso’s commentary. To appease him, you speak with a slight country twang.

“It ain’t a rodeo without a cowboy Coach Lasso.”

“Please, call me Ted.”

You shake hands as well as the other coaches before turning to the field where the play has resumed. You see Colin attempting to run from his attackers before he is tripped. Whistles blow, and some boos can be heard from the Richmond fans. Colin gets up slowly. You see the trio of coaches make the decision to pull him out. As Colin sits down on the bench. You crouch as Colin rubs his ankle.

“What happened?”

“Got me on purpose and made it look like a wee little accident.”

“I’m sorry-”

“It’s not your fault (Y/N).”

“But if I hadn’t done-”

“If you hadn’t done what you did, you wouldn’t be here wearing my jersey with knee-high boots.”

You smile at each other.

“Come on, let’s watch them avenge me.”

The game could have gone better as it ended with a tie. But boy did it feel good to cheer and yell with Colin. Despite his slightly injured ankle, Colin picked you up and carried you to the huddle to celebrate their draw. They file into the locker room and gather their belongings. As you all file out of the locker room, you just remember that your stuff sits in the home-side part of the stadium.

“Shit.”

“What’s happened?”

You look at Colin with a troubled look on your face.

“My stuff. It’s in the dressing room My phone, my bag, my clothes.”

You won’t have to worry about any of that anymore as Derek storms down the hall with your bag in hand. He shouts your name and throws your belongings at you. The bag slides across the floor. You take a step back as he gets closer.

“I always knew you were stupid, but the shit you pulled today? You put the icing on the fuckin cake.”

Derek stands in front of you, breathing heavily. Another pair of footsteps comes quickly, Jasmine’s figure appearing.

“Derek!”

“Maybe you should listen to her, Derek. She always has such great things to say.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means that I know about your sneaking around and the marks on your goddamn necks! Did you really think I wouldn’t know? I thought you would have some sort of decency to try and hide it, but you made it known to everybody but me! You’re mad I embarrassed you in front of people who “love” and “support” you? Good! Maybe people will see who you really are. A liar, a cheat, and a terrible coach.”

Derek raised his hand, but before it made contact with your face, a hand caught him by the wrist. You turned to see not Colin? A hand pulled you backward as the person stepped in front of you. A jersey with the number nine blocked Derek from your view.

“Wouldn’t want to cause a fuss would you mate? Not with the cameras.”

You hear Colin whispering in your ear as he pulls you to walk with him. You stare at the player wearing the number nine and Derek in a standoff. You want to see how the moment plays out but the next thing you know, you’re sitting on a bus with the rest of the Richmond team. All you can do is stare into blank space as before a hand invades your vision. You see number nine with your bag in your hand.

“I think this belongs to you, darling.”

You take the bag from his grasp, thanking him. He smiles at you before walking towards the front of the bus for a seat. You could finally relax. The bus takes off back to Nelson Road, the drive calming you down. A constant buzzing from your bag pulled you from your trance. Your phone. You dig through your bag to find Twitter once again popping off. Except this time, it was photos of you being carried by Colin with the team. There were pictures and clips of you performing. Fans tweeted how much they loved you while others would make a great episode of Thirst Tweets. You shut the phone off and leaned your head back on the seat.

Maybe some would think you did something bad, but god did it feel so good.

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ryry-rebel · 1 year

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A Passionate Reunion

Saturo Gojo x Fem Reader smut

My Masterlist -> Masterlist

Synopsis- Gojo has been gone for a while on a mission, leaving you alone in your shared house. Tonight, he was returning, and you were going to make it a night of passion and pleasure, one he will truly never forget.

Warnings- Smut, and cussing. If you do not feel comfortable with reading sexual material, please click off this chapter.

Word count- 2,726

Pronouns- she/her. The reader is female.

Content- 18+ MDNI! fem reader, soft-dom Gojo, oral fem receiving, kissing, penetration, fingering, cum eating, aftercare,

Note-

y/n= your name

e/c= your eye color

This story is also posted on my Wattpad account, (Bookish_writing_) as well as other stories! Checking that out would really help me alot, thank you! 🩵

Gojo has been gone for exactly two weeks, and he was returning tonight. You had gotten a phone call from him a few hours prior, informing you of his late arrival tonight. You were beyond excited, overjoyed. You had yearned to hug him again, to feel his strong arms wrap around your body, engulfing you in an eternal warmth. You longed to fall asleep next to him at night, feeling his body pressed up against you, feeling the warmth radiating off him. You craved his sweet kisses. The long warm kisses filled with love and passion and the fast chaste kisses he would plant on your lips every morning.

How you desired to feel his cock pressed inside you, to feel his flesh molding with yours. You needed to feel him inside you as he pressed sloppy kisses to every inch of your exposed body. You ached to feel his tongue lapping at your wet folds, exploring your wetness. You needed to feel his cum spurting inside you, filling you up, completing you.

You wanted to taste him. All of him.

But alas, that time hasn't come yet. Thankfully it hasn't come yet, because you were not prepared. You wanted this night to be special. You wanted this night to be about him. His body must ache from catching and killing curses for two weeks straight. (Although he would never admit that to you) You wanted to please him, to take the stress away, to relief him and you knew just how to do it.

Lingerie.

That's how you would do it. Candles too. You would decorate the bedroom, light candles, scatter cherry red rose petals around the room, hang up mood enhancing fairy lights.

You would cook for him too.

You would make his favorite meal and pick up his favorite treats.

Yes.

During the day, you had made your way to town to pick up the essentials. Stopping at the grocery store to pick up the ingredients to prepare his favorite dish. You stopped at his favorite candy shop and picked up his favorite sweet, Mochi. After dropping the items off at your house, you then made your final stop, the lingerie store. You knew exactly what you wanted. More specifically, what color you wanted the set to be.

It had to be blue. The blue of his marvelous eyes.

You opened the door and stepped into the dimly lit shop, the little bell ringing indicating a new customer. You were greeted and asked if you needed any assistance. You declined. Personally, the thought of someone assisting you with lingerie made you shiver. It was a bit unsettling.

You made your way into the back of the store, passing beautiful sets of lingerie as you walked, all different colors. Each piece was unique, but none of the pieces caught your eye, no matter how beautiful, except for one.

In the back of the shop, sitting on a shelf was a ravishing, two-piece lingerie set, that included matching stockings. The color was a wonderful shade of light blue, that harmonized with Gojo's eyes perfectly. The flowers that were laced within the bra and underwear added to its beauty.

You began to flip through the sizes and picked one. You headed to the changing room and began to undress. Once you were bare, you began delicately sliding on the lingerie set, being extra cautious not to ruin it. Once on, you looked at yourself in the mirror.

Stunning. Absolutely beautiful.

You were ravishing.

You were remarkable, irresistible even.

How was Gojo going to contain himself?

Smiling to yourself, you began to take off the set, letting it gently slide off your body and pool to the ground. Then, you put your day clothes back on. Once changed, you headed out, purchased your set and headed back home.

You had to get ready...

Once you had returned to your shared house, you began to prepare. Setting out pleasant smelling candles and lighting them. Cleaning up the bedroom and scattering rose petals around the room. Hanging up soft fairy lights to set the mood. Lighting incents to make the room smell amazing. And finally, it was time to prepare dinner. As you were placing your ingredients on the counter, your phone buzzed. Swiftly taking it out of your pocket and turning it on, you read the message from Gojo.

Hey baby, I'll be home soon. I brought takeout for us. Can't wait to seeeee youuu!!!! I missed you sooooo much💖💖💖

Shit

Shit, shit, shit.

You had to clean up. There was no time to cook dinner. Swiftly, you began to put everything away, chucking food into the fridge and throwing spices into the cupboards. Once you were finished, you dashed to the bedroom, grabbing the bag that contained your outfit on the way. Once in your room, you shut the door and began changing. Not only a few minutes later Gojo had walked through the front door, announcing his presents.

"Babyyyy, I'm home!"

"One second!" you hollered back. You gave yourself a glance over in your bedroom mirror before opening the door and walking out. You walked down the hallway, spotting Gojo before he saw you. He was dropping food and his other personal belongings onto the counter before you walked in. When he heard your light footsteps, he turned around, mouth agape. He had his blindfold on, but you didn't need to see his eyes to know they were on you. Gojo's cheeks flared as he leaned onto the counter, crossing his legs in the process.

"What's all this for baby?" He asked, swooning over your half-exposed body.

"I wanted to surprise you." You began to seductively walk over to Gojo, placing your hands on his broad chest, caressing the area. His lips tugged upward into a smile. He wore a shit-eating grin. Gojo gasped slightly.

"You did this all for me?" Gojo wrapped his arms around you, placing his hands on your hips, pulling you against his warm body. You nodded, letting out a breathy sigh.

Oh, how you missed his touch.

"I did. You have been gone for a while, I got lonely, and I missed you. And, you have been working so hard. What better what to relieve some of the stress." You smirked as Gojo laughed.

"How sweet my baby is. Putting her needs before mine." Gojo leaned down to your ear and whispered.

"But... I get more pleasure when I am relieving you."

This made your body shiver. Goosebumps pricked your skin and Gojo began to kiss your ear, leaving small chaste kisses before moving onto your neck. Instinctively, you grabbed Gojo's shirt, bunching the material in your fists. Then he began to suck.

No doubt leaving a hickey in his wake.

Then he slowly moved to your lips. Not kiss swollen yet, but oh, they will be. His kisses were slow and sensual, capturing the moment with such love and passion. Slowly, his kisses became rough.

You did not fight him. You submitted willingly.

He explored your mouth, tasting you...

Ravaging you...

He tasted of sweet chocolate. You loved how he tasted. He always tastes so sweet, and you could never get enough. His kisses were like drugs, and if his kisses were drugs, the only antidote was to have his cock buried deep inside you.

That was the only relief.

You needed it....

You yearned for it.

You unbaled you fists and broke the kiss, the warm feeling dissipating, but you didn't have to wait long.

You looked up at Gojo through hooded eyes, giving him a pleasing look. He was amused, as he watched you.

"Please Gojo, bedroom."

"No, no no, not yet cutie. I'm going to take this nice and slow." Gojo Leaned down to your ear.

"And when we get to the bedroom, I'm going to prep you slowly. I'm going to take my sweet time getting you ready."

Gojo grabbed your ass.

"Then I'm going to fuck you slowly."

...

"And I'm going to make you cum, over and over again."

Liquid began to pool between your legs, dampening your newly bought undies. You crossed your legs, attempting to hide your arousal, but Gojo knew better. He knew how turned on he made you.

He relished in it.

Suddenly, Gojo lifted you up, slinging you over his shoulder and giving your ass a slap. When he entered the bedroom, he shut the door with his foot, walked over to your shared bed, and placed you on it. Immediately he was on you. Consuming your body and devouring your mouth. Gojo's kisses were rough and passionate. Your hands flew into his hair while he continued to dominate your mouth, while also pulling your panties down and unclasping your blue lace bra. Gojo's left hand flew to your pussy, as he began to rub circles on your clit. You moaned out his name, as your back arched off the soft plush mattress.

"How does that feel sweetheart?" Gojo cooed. His soft tone was enchanting. You whimpered out.

"Really good." Gojo smiled and crawled off you, removing his hand. You groaned from the lack of contact, but you did not have to wait long. Gojo grabbed your body, scooting you down to the edge of the bed and got on his knees. Lifting both hands, he spread your legs apart, placing his big hands on your juicy thighs, as he began to eat you out. Gojo flicked his tongue over your swollen clit repeatedly. Letting your thigh go, he began to pump one finger inside of you. He went slow. Painfully slow, just as he said he would. Then he added another, still pumping them slow, still flicking his tongue over your clit. You moaned out.

"Oh, Fuck Satoru, I'm close. Please don't stop."

Gojo could feel your orgasm coming. He knew it. He obliged your request. He kept the same pace, keeping his tongue on your sensitive clit and you came. You cursed and moaned his name aloud. You saw stars, you were in pure bliss; you were in ecstasy. Gojo drank your essence hungrily, licking every last drop. While you stayed on the bed panting, Gojo slowly removed his fingers and stood up. His towering heigh over you was enough alone to get you feeling needy again.

Gojo began to undress, stripping down to nothing, and taking his blindfold off. Gojo walked over to the desk, placed his blindfold down and began rummaging through your nightstand drawer. Grabbing a condom, he opened it and began to slowly roll it on.

You could tell he needed relief, and you were going to give it to him.

While Gojo was slipping on the condom, you slid up the bed, resting your head on the ebony black headboard. The headboard was cushioned, making it comfortable to lean against. When Gojo finished, he crawled on the bed and began to hover over you. But you stopped him, placing your hands firm on his chest. A puzzled looked crossed onto his face, his eyes dancing with curiosity and wonder.

"No. Let me ride you." you stated proudly, not breaking eye contact. Gojo was not having that as he pushed you back, sliding you into your back side. His hands entangled in your hair as he settled himself between your thighs.

"No. Your pleasure is my pleasure." Before you could protest, the head of his cock began to slide up and down your dripping wet pussy.

"And I know how much you love when I dominate you."

"Oh, fuck." you moaned. Gojo has not even entered you yet, but this pleasure was already beginning to overwhelm you. Gojo began to caress your cheek.

"I love the decorations you set up in the room. How sweet." All you could do was nod.

"Are you ready pretty baby?" Gojo asked sweetly. You nodded.

"No, answer me baby. I need a verbal yes."

Oh god. His way of asking to fuck you could make you cum right then and there. Your pussy throbbed and ached for him. Your heart ached to feel his thick cock inside of your wet, weeping hole. You needed him. Now.

Your pleasure was his pleasure.

"Yes. God Gojo. Please fuck me." you pleaded. Not wasting a second, Gojo slowly began to push his cock into you. He went slow.

Just like he said he would.

Goji stretched and filled you completely.

"Are you ok sweetheart?"

God, you loved it when he talked like that.

You nodded.

"Yes, please move. Please fuck me."

"Be patient baby."

You hooked your legs around Gojo's waist and wrapped your arms around his neck. Gojo's pace remained slow and sensual.

But it wasn't enough.

You needed him to move faster. You had to feel his cock moving in and out of your tight, warm pussy at a fast pace.

You needed to come again, with him inside you this time.

Your pleasure is my pleasure.

Gojo could tell you were needy. Your brows furrowed as your eyes shut.

You were desperate.

You needed him.

Have you waiting long enough?

"Have you waited long enough? Are you ready for me to fuck you senseless?" Gojo asked.

"God, fuck yes!" you cried out.

Gojo indulged your request.

He pulled out slowly, and with one quick motion, he snapped his hips into yours. You cried out in both pain and pleasure. Gojo's pace quickened as you planted both hands into his hair and pulled. Gojo rasped and let out a low, sensual moan as you continued to tug at his soft, white locks. The lewd slaping sounds and the breathy moans you both emitted filled the room.

"Fuck y/n, you are so tight for me.

And I...

Have waited...

Two whole...

Fucking weeks...

To feel you against me..."

Gojo lowered his mouth to your neck and began to kiss and suck again. A tight knot began to form inside of you. Your pussy throbbed and your walls began to convulse around his cock. Gojo moved onto your kiss-swollen lips, kissing them once more. His tongue invaded your mouth, feeling everything you had to offer.

He still tastes sweet, and God did you love it.

You moaned into his mouth causing Gojo to pull back and look into your lust filled e/c eyes.

"Ah, Gojo I'm... I'm going to cum."

"Fuck me too....

Cum for me."

Fuck.

That had sent you over the edge, plunging you into a state of ecstasy.

Your legs began to shake, as the tight knot in your stomach snapped. You came, your juices wetting your pussy and dripping down your thighs. Gojo thrusted his hips forwards a few more times before he had released. Once he had came, he collapsed on top of you. His head laid on your chest as you stared breathlessly at the ceiling. Both of you were panting, needing a few moments to catch your breath.

After a few moments of basking in the warmth of each other, Gojo slowly got off of you, attempting not to disturb or hurt you. Before taking care of himself, Gojo grabbed the blanket on the side of the bed and draped it over you. He pressed a tender, loving kiss upon your forehead before heading out of the room.

When he came back, he had taken the condom off and was carrying a damp washcloth. He approached the bed slowly and tugged the blanket off you.

"I just need to clean you off baby and then we can take a warm bath together." Gojo flashed you a warm smile as he wiped you clean. Once finished, he placed the washcloth around his shoulder and gracefully pick you up. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist as you gazed into his loving eyes. Gojo kissed you again, before whispering "I love you" into your ear.

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Chapter 25: Two Matriarchs (NORMAL P.O.V.)

Sitting at my desk, I clicked off and deactivated my connection to the B.S.A.A. terminals. Chris was clearly not in a good place and needed some comfort. I hope Barry, Claire, or the copy of my plans against Spencer would soothe him.

As I waited for Albert to arrive with that harpy Excella , I decided it would be best to have Agent Nighthawk in the office as backup. Did I think Albert would allow me to get hurt? No, no, I did not. I just think a little intimidation would be helpful.

I pressed the button on my comm choker, activating it.

"Agent Nighthawk respond." I ordered.

"Yes, commander?" His voice responded quickly.

"Come to my office. I have a feeling the new visitor will be trouble, and I would like your assistance in the matter as my backup." I said, standing up from my chair and walking over the marbled ebony cabinets in the corner of my office.

"YES, MAM!" He said loudly.

"No need to shout hun. See you soon." I ended the comm link.

Opening up the cabinet, I pulled out a tray with a vintage light blue decanter with gold angel fish with six matching glasses. Inside the decanter was Pheonix Corps. special strawberry brandy. I also had an unopened imported bottle of Kunohs orange osmanthus wine as well as an unopened bottle Disaronno and Johnnie Walker blue label, which I knew was Albert's favorite. Pulling them out of their hidey hole, I placed them on the tray as well.

Carefully, I brought the drinking set out and placed it on my desk. Tucking away my keyboard, laptop, as well as the monitors. I placed the cups along the desk. With utmost care, I covered the desk and drinking set with a black silk sheet. The proper meet and greet was more important, and if it went well, drinks would be served.

"I am here, m'lady." Nighthawk said, entering my office holding a five gallon bucket of ice,"White Queen said you would need ice, so I grabbed you a big bucket full from the kitchen before I came to your office."

The kid smiled. His unruly neck lenght blonde hair was slicked back almost how Wesk normally had his. He was wearing a charcoal grey jacket with an aquamarine tee shirt, black jeans, and his standard issued combat boots.

"Wow! kid, you're looking sharp today. This is perfect. I want to see your files from project a.c.r.o.h. you look so much like my husband it's shocking." I said, taking the bucket of ice from him," please take a seat. Archer will be here soon with Albert and that bitch Excella. However, my plan is simple, and you'll see that soon enough. Now, if you'll turn around so I can get changed."

Agent Nighthawk turns and faces the wall. I quickly changed into my battle suit that was crafted from carbon nanotubes and spider silk. Perfectly bulletproof and stylish to boot. I placed my corrective purple shades on as well as my black leather duster coat embroidered with blue silk flames. I pulled my long deep brown hair up into a ponytail. Lastly, I stepped into black snake skin three inch wedge heel boots.

"OK... Hawk, you can turn around now. I'm ready for this meet and greet with Ms. Gionne, " I said, walking over to him.

"That's good, m'lady, and it seems they are almost here." He said, pointing at the window, revealing Albert and Arjuna walking up the stairs being followed by Excella and Steve.

I quickly zipped over to my big office chair and sat down. Turning away from the door, I gazed over set agent Nighthawk and motioned for him to come stand next to me. He followed the order I silently provided in just the nick of time.

White Queen appeared as the door opened. Archer walked in first, followed by Wesker and Steve. Excella walked in last.

"Albert, where is this asset you keep bringing up? I must admit the Pheonix Corps. is an amazing organization, but would they help us with oroboros. They seemed to be aligned with the UN." She stated.

White Queen spoke up, "All of your questions will be answered here in a moment. Arjuna, please introduce our lady to Ms. Gionne."

Archer smiled and bowed, "Yes, White Queen, welcome to the final room of our tour. The heart of Pheonix Corps, this is the office of our mistress. The former vice captain of the Raccoon City special tactics and rescue services Alpha team, Umbrellas former top researcher in vaccines and anti viral procedures, UBSC Agent number seven hundred forty-eight, goddess of the new world and wife to commander Albert Wesker, our matron and leader, the Pheonix herself, Lady Tabitha Ellise Redfield Wesker."

I turned in my chair and stood up. Brushing my bangs away from my eyes. My wicked smirk plastered across my face as I stared deep into Excella's horrified eyes.

"So.... so... you were?"shuddered out Excella.

"NOT so much of a filthy mutt now am I deary. Hahaha.... worry not, dear heart. I hold nothing against you. I could have killed you the moment I laid my eyes on you, but I didn't. After all, that's not what my daughter Alistar would want. I understand you found her corpse. I want to thank you for being her home to me and Albert." I took off my shades, revealing the deep blue sapphire like eyes.

Albert walked forward and stood next to me, "Excella, my dearheart here has a deal for you."

"What is this deal? What what can she give me that I don't already have? I have Albert and our research. I don't need anything more. So tell me what you can offer me?" She huffed, turning around, starting to walk out.

"Well, how about me not exposing Tricells' recent transgressions against the UNs anti bioterrist regulations." She turned around, horrified as the realization just hit her.

"You wouldn't dare! do you know who i am. No one would turn in trecell over

petty reason, like not building a work relationship." She said, walking towards me.

I laughed, amused, "If you think I'm not that petty, just ask Wesk. However, I have damn near infinite resources and connections as well from the B.S.A.A., the connections, even Nato and the UN. I have decades of research from umbrella and access to files that Wesker doesn't. I'm currently have an army of around two thousand soldiers, all with B.O.W. training. To think you would think I studied up on you when I found out about irving was connected to Tricell. Born to the Gionne family, Excella was a child prodigy. Graduating from high school at the ripe age of sixteen and college at twenty. She gained a bachelor of science degree majoring in genetic engineering. Valedictorian at that. Now you are an assistant to my power-hungry sadist of a husband. I love him dearly, but I can tell you, and I share that fact in common. Now I'll cut you a deal, one that will be hard to refuse."

I saw Albert smirk.

"Gentlemen, let's give my dear lotus and Excella some privacy." Wesker said, motioning for the men to leave.

"No need, Albert. I want to make sure you hear what is said. That way, I know she'll stay loyal to this contract. You did tell me she's loyal to you to a fault. Let me hear this deal you've concocted. " Excella smirked, sitting in one of the chairs.

"Simple and straight to the point, I like that. This is a four part deal, and I'll have the legal team draw up the contract for three parts. The last piece will be between me and you, Excella." I said, sitting back down in my office chair.

"But of course, I'm not an idiot. Now, let's hear these terms." She said in a very business manner.

"First of we don't rat each other out to the UN, B.S.A.A or any other authority." I said.

"That's very much agreeable." She said seething, "What else would you like out of this?".

"We share resources between Tricell and Phoenix Corps. This will include but not be limited to research, viral stabilizers, soldiers, the works, whatever you need that we can provide, and the same co yndition is applied to you at tricell." I stated, grabbing a dark blue fountain pen and paper writing out the conditions and signing by each one.

"I promise you the resourses of my branch of Tricell,and I'll contact my family and have the other branches reach out as well." She said, signing next to each of my signatures.

"Lastly of the main terms, we stay out of others' way and try to rule side by side the new world uroboros will usher in for us." I said, standing up and extending my hand out.

She stood up and took my hand in hers, "Then it's settled."

"Not quite. All but Archer leave this room now that's an order. Albert, I'll discuss this with you later, but for now, this is my base. You will listen to me. " I said, pointing to the door, "Do you have any objections, Ms. Gionne?"

"Yes, I'd rather have Albert in here rather than one of your flunkies. It's only fair since you are his wife, after all." She smirked.

"Excella, I will stay, but first let me talk to my dearest lotus in the hall." He said, pulling me out the door.

When we were in the hall, Albert backed me into a wall and pressed his lips against my neck. Pinning my shoulders, he stared into my eyes. He flashed his signature smirk with his eyes glowing. His cologne rolled into my nostrils.

"Since when did you become such a devilish negotiator, my dear lotus flower." Albert murmured into my neck, planting a kiss on my lips mere seconds after speaking.

"Being Sergei's lapdog for all those years did have some advantages. Like learning how to manipulate the situation. However, you my love, are still leagues better than I. Now I'm going to offer her a deal she can't refuse for her to possibly be our third. Then, when we are ready to cut her lose, we test uroboros on her. The final test of her worthiness." I let out a dark chuckle,"but we both know what we will find there."

"My lotus's petals have really darkened. Let's go finish this negotiation, I have a treat for you when this is over." He said, lifting me into a gentle kiss searing with ferocity.

I could tell he was holding back. The sadist I know he was was loving the fact I had to play nice with his chosen subordinate. I had to be his delicate little flower, who obeyed his every command. He had a lot to learn about the new me.

I followed Wesk back into the room. A smirk wide on my face. Excella seemed interested in what I had under the black silk sheet. I swiftly took my seat, ripping off the black cloth revealing the beverages.

I poured Excella and I a drink from the strawberry brandy and Albert a drink from the Johnnie Walker, " Arjuna, Steve, agent Nighthawk, please leave us. I'll call ya'll back over my comm link." I said as the young men left the room.

"Now, what is the last part of this deal that you are proposing?" She asked as Albert slinks up behind her and strokes her face,"Albert!?"

"Isn't it obvious? Excella, my wife is being kind enough to share me with you, but only if you prove your loyalty to us."

"Does that mean? I'll be able to be with you, Albert?" She asked with a shocked expression.

"Only if you truly prove to be a partner to us." I said, handing her a glass of brandy, "Not just him but to me as well."

She gulped fear dripping from her brow as she took the glass i started to offer. "And let me guess, this is the only chance I have of getting with you, isn't it?" She looked up at Wesk.

He simply smirked and stood behind me. Placing a hand on my shoulder, he spoke,"This is all up to my dear lotus, Excella. Prove yourself to her, and your dreams may become a reality." He pulled my hair back, giving me a deep, passion filled kiss, "and from what I've seen, you have a long way to go."

"Unless you'd rather always be alone except those boy toy interns you keep around." I said, sipping my brandy smuggly.

She gulped once again and raised her glass," I accept these conditions."

"To us, the Matriarchs of the Pheonix Corps. and Tricell." I said raising my glass while handing Albert his scotch,"and the hierarchy of the new world."

Hey everyone sliva here quite the twist no? Relax this is not an Excella x reader or Excella x wesker fic. I have plans that run deep for this story. I am giving an advanced warning the next chapter will be dark. There will be two separate cases of torturing. There will be manipulation. There will be gore blood and not good situations. You have been warned for now. I'll also have proper trigger warnings before each part.

My name is Silfarianhawk, and I'm not so far away.

#albert wesker #resident evil #wesker #wesker x reader #wesker x oc #albert wesker x reader #albert wesker x oc #re wesker #Excella Gionne #Excella #tw drinking

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Fox Ears- 3

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AN: Quick explanation on the pronouns, just because I think it might get kind of confusing. Kitsu only uses female pronouns when she’s having a flashback or being too “human”. She doesn’t do it intentionally or even realize most of the time. Also, let me know if you do or don't want me to tag you. Enjoy!

CW: touch starved pets, institutionalized slavery, pet whump, pet kitsunemimi, pet fairies, multiple pets, intimate whumper, sensory issues mention, collar pulling, classism (?), ptsd (very light mention)

Kitsu followed Hiral down the stairs and into the large dining room. The fox looked around, still amazed by the beauty of her mistress’s house. Her mind briefly flashed back to the training center and it’s stale white walls and fluorescent lights that were never quiet. They quickly shook their head and looked up their mistress adoringly. If they were good and pleased their mistress, they would never have to go back. They just had to be good.

“Kneel there,” Hiral ordered, pointing to a raised cushion next to her chair

Kitsu nodded, bowing slightly “Yes, mistress. Thank you for your generosity.”

They smiled at their mistress as they kneeled on the cushion, wagging their tail gently. They wagged their tail more for the love of the sound and to please Mistress than actual joy. The cushion was made of a velvet the same shade of red as Kitsu’s collar. They were grateful for the cushion, although glad their dress was long enough to keep their skin off the velvet. They knew they were a bad pet for it, but she hated velvet. It poked her skin the wrong way and felt like nails on a chalkboard or those awful fluorescent lights.

“Of course, my little fox. Now, wait here while I go welcome our guests.”

They blinked at their mistress, her voice having suddenly pulled them out of their thoughts “Yes, mistress.”

...

Kitsu sat as perfectly beautiful and still as a statue as they waited for their mistress. After a few moments, Hiral returned with three other people. The man stood tall and dignified with gold beads in his hair that perfectly matched the golden freckles flecked across his dark skin. Next to him stood a short, curvy young woman. She seemed to practically bubble over with excitement as she adjusted her colorful dress that in no way matched her bright red afro. The last person to enter was a tall woman with dark hair and an icy blue gaze that seem to pierce right through Kitsu.

“Ooooooo!!!! Is this your new pet, Hira??” gushed the short woman

“Yes, it is, Dia. She’s quite pretty, isn't she?” said Hiral proudly, tilting her head to the side to see Kitsu better

She?, Kitsu looked at their mistress with confusion. They are a pet. Not a “she”.

“She is gorgeous!!!!! Ugh, I love her already!!!!” said Dia, playing with Kitsu’s hair and petting their ears

In the bliss of being pat, Kitsu decided it was better to keep quiet. After all, rules are only for pets, not their owners.

“Another girl, Hiral? Don't you ever get bored of them?” asked the man as everyone sat in their places

Hiral hooked a finger under Kitsu’s collar, pulling them closer to her. They melted into her touch but managed to move one knee slightly to avoid being pull into their mistress’s lap, “Of course not, Zavir. You know I only buy females. And, how do you suppose I could ever get tired of such beauty?”

“What will you use this one for? She’s too pretty and weak-looking to be anything but a lap pet or a bedroom toy.” said the other woman, her eyes still piercing through Kitsu uncomfortably

“I'll probably use her for a little of both, honestly. I’m sure she’ll end up being my favorite impulse purchase. Why? What would you use her for, darling?”

The woman continued to stare at Kitsu before she spoke “You don’t make impulse purchases.”

Hiral just smiled at her silently.

Just then the kitchen door opened and two fairies walked out, each wheeling a cart of food to the table. They wore matching kitchen uniforms and kept their wings folded neatly behind themselves.

“Thank you, Luna. And you too, Sol,” said Hiral, giving each a quick pat after they finished setting the table

They nodded, both obviously very happy to be praised, and bowed out of the room.

“Open,” ordered Hiral, offering Kitsu a bite of her food

The fox opened their mouth without hesitation and tentatively took the bite. The meat was perfectly flavored and practically melted in their mouth.

“Do you like that?” Hiral asked, laughing at Kitsu’s expression

“Aww!!! I can't believe how cute she is!!!!” exclaimed Dia

“And I can't believe you would eat off the same fork as a pet.” said the sharp-eyed woman

“Oh, come now, Aria. Don't tell me you don't find her face at least a little cute,” said Hiral, grabbing Kitsu’s face and turning it toward Aria

Kitsu melted into the touch, their ears laying down and their tail wagging happily.

“Even I must admit, she is rather cute,” Zavir said as he tilted his head slightly, his face without any particular expression

“I'm not denying her cuteness, I'm just saying it isn't exactly commonplace. You are one of the most important figures in all of Avaric if not all of Meadai and people may get the wrong idea if you treat your pets like consorts.”

“Oh, Ari! That reminds me! Have you decided on a royal consort yet or are you still toying around with all of those poor boys?” asked Dia

...

Slowly, the night dwindled to a close, and everyone got ready to leave.

“Thank you so much for the lovely meal, Hira!!!!!! And thank you for being so cute, Kitsu!!!” said Dia, giving Hiral and Kitsu each a hug before walking out the door

“Yes, thank you, Hiral. I'll be seeing you,” said Zavir bowing to Hiral and leaving for his car

“Have a good night,” said Aria, kissing Hiral’s cheeks

Hiral stood at the door and waved them goodbye as they all drove away.

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romanoffsbish · 2 years

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A Chance Encounter: Dinner, and a Movie... Star

Scarlett Johansson x Fem!Reader

A Walk in the Park (Previous)

Warning: Angry Scarlett, Grief, Dead OC!Child, Depression ™️

Put it under one Natasha tag for exposure, hope it doesn’t offend like the Bucky ones do. 😳

Ever since meeting you at the park just two days ago Scarlett's been unable to get you off her mind, and the thoughts are completely all over the place. One second she's swooning over you and the way you made her heart feel lighter with every giggle, or the loving glance you'd cast towards all present children. She thought you were stunning, and she loved the way that you were entirely too easy to fluster, the happy news that you're single was just a bonus.

Then the next she's pacing around her room, engaging in a matter of mental gymnastics on as to why you'd been a volunteer at her daughter's school for the last four years if Angie had only been there for a years time. Deep, like really deep down she'd known you weren't some crazed stalker, but that same gut feeling she has about you has led her astray three separate times, and now she's justifiably paranoid.

———

"Mommy! I'm ready to go, and I even got Carson dressed too, I put him in that cute sailor creeper and now he's playing in his walker. Are you ready to go yet?"

"Yes my love, I'll be downstairs in just a few minutes, make sure you grab the pie from the fridge." She shouts through the door, then she finishes her look up before heads downstairs, deciding that worrying won't give her answers that only you have, and she's itching for them.

—

"Mama!!! Ri-Ri is coming over soon!"

"Yes she is, so tell me then honey, did you clean your room?"

"Yes! I cleaned it, and I even made my bed." She beams, and you smile right back at her while also making a mental note to go see the mess that is definitely her "made" bed before the company arrives.

"I'm so proud of you angel, go ahead and watch your cartoons and when you hear the knock on the door come get me."

"Okay mama, I love you!" She says as she throws her arms around your legs, and you rub her back with the hand that's not stirring the contents in the pot, and return the sentiment.

You'd weighed out your options for dinner, and after discovering the blonde beauty doesn't eat dairy, but her daughter devours it you decided to make a baked pasta dish, and created a smaller dish with her altered, vegan portion. Being the overachiever that you are you'd even boiled a potato for the baby; throwing half of it into a blender with the remaining scraps of chicken, and the medley of peas and carrots. Then you settled everything into the fridge, deciding that you'd bake it sometime after their arrival instead of just having it ready.

"Mama! They're here!!"

You finished washing the last counter off just as your daughter called out to you, and your phone dinged with a "motion detected" notification from the Ring camera on your front porch.

"Go ahead angel, let them in."

Angie sprung off the couch, hand making quick work of the locks, you stood behind her with a nervous smile as this is your first time hosting a celebrity in your house, and an intimidatingly beautiful one at that.

"Ri-Ri!" .... "Gi-Gi!" The girls squealed in sync, and after sharing a hug it was apparently your turn because the shorter blonde was slamming into your body without much of a warning.

"Hey there Riley, long time no see."

She giggles at your obvious joke, then once she steps to the side you look up to greet your remaining guests. To say you were stunned would be the understatement of the year, all three kids are dressed rather casually, but Scarlett was clearly dressed to impress, and you were left to wonder if she'd no longer been planning to stay for dinner and was just accepting free childcare.

Her hair was down in beach waves that fell right above her shoulders, and she decidedly kept her makeup light but the red lip definitely caught your eye. The shade perfectly matched her halter dress, and the jewelry she'd selected accentuated her slender fingers perfectly. Once she had quirked her brow in amusement you regained your senses, reaching out to take the pie, but instead coming back with an eager baby, which honestly helped to ease the rising tensions as the both of you wildly giggled.

"Mama, are you going to show her the special room full of her face?"

Well... Tensions were rising once more, and this time there was a thicker layer of uneasiness mixed within for your guest.

"Jelly... You have to think before you speak silly, you're going to make her think I'm crazy." You teased your daughter, who only tilted her head in confusion, then shrugged her shoulders in absolution before taking off with Riley's hand in her own.

"Well, I was going to throw dinner in the oven, but now I feel I should show you my collectors room to ease your mind, promise there isn't a shrine of prints of your face."

Even with the uneasiness gnawing at her she still feels she can trust you so she slots her hand with yours, allowing you to guide her towards the massive lounging room to the side of the living room.

"Oh." She snorts, looking over the room, and her heart is put to ease when all she finds is a massive array of collectors item's for The Black Widow, amongst many other Marvel characters, and there's even an entire corner dedicated to Pokemon, and all things spooky.

"Yeah." You awkwardly chuckle out, hand releasing hers, and she is quick to move around the room feigning interest in your vast variety of collectors items.

"So, you're a nerd..." You vaguely catch the whispered realization.

"I'm on a date with a nerd..." She further clarifies, and you're quick to gasp, so that's why she's so dressed up...

"I'm not a nerd..." You grumble.

"You so are though." She chuckles, hand holding up and observing the flocked Pikachu Funko in a comforting amusement, but then her face falls when you respond.

"If I'm a nerd then so is Riley, over half of that card collection was gifted by her." You muse, walking around the room and bouncing the baby on your hip all while failing to miss the way the blonde stews in a sudden switch up of emotions.

The anxiety induced anger truly clouds her judgement here, because how is it that you know such things about her daughter, things that she herself doesn't even know, and not only that but why are you so close to her that she's specifically gifting you cards. You're an aide three days a week, surely there were other children around for you to get close to, and what's the coincidence that you'd befriend her daughter while having a clear affinity for Marvel, and apparently her former character.

"This was a bad idea."

You still in your spot, wondering how you'd missed the sudden change in the atmosphere, and when you do face her your heart begins to hammer rapidly within your chest at the sight of her furious expression aimed at you.

"What do you mean?"

"Look, I don't think you should be in my daughters class anymore, matter of fact maybe I'll see about getting you barred from the school all together."

"Wait, Scarlett what's the problem, what even happened?"

"Why the hell are you so close to my daughter? More importantly, why did you work at her school all these years when you've only had a kid enrolled since last year? This whole situation has felt off for me, and I tried to overlook it because you seemed kind, and for Riley's sake, but now it's just all becoming too eery." She seethes, voice consistently rising, and you're just grateful for the kids loud music upstairs.

Oh... You do everything in your power to keep composed, but you can already feel your lungs stuttering, and your limbs going numb.

"It's not whatever you think it is, I promise I can explain, but please just sit down, and I'll go grab what I need to so that I can show you."

Everything is screaming at her to run out the door, to snatch her son from your arms and to never look back, but the clear signs of despair behind your glazed over eyes tells her to at least hear you out, and she'd be lying to say she wasn't curious about it all.

"Okay." She calmly replies, a far cry from her previous notion, and her anxieties lessen even more when you set a displeased Carson in her lap.

Once you exit the lounging room your whole entire body trembles while you head up the stairs. This will be the first time since his memorial service—so nearly two years ago, that you'll have entered his bedroom, or even looked through the box of memories past, and if not for sparing Riley the heartbreak of losing her ties to your family you'd have just let her leave thinking this poorly of you.

As you open the door you're thrown into a fit of coughs within the same instant, a cloud of dust having swooshed directly into your face. Then after the coughing subsides it's a never ending stream of tears, if you just close your eyes it's like you can still smell his unique mix of scents. He'd always smelled like a mix of cinnamon, white bar soap, and the outdoors which was a perfect display of his day to day life.

Nostalgia gripped at your heart when you saw the family photo that he cherished sat upon the bookshelf, and in a brutal show of irony there was a massive crack directly down the center of the glass frame. Not wanting to keep Scarlett waiting long you grabbed the box from off the rocking chair and made quick work of exiting. In all actuality though you needed out of his room, you were one moment away from collapsing in on yourself, the entire situation having proved too much for your heart to bare.

Scarlett nearly jumped out of her seat when your far more frazzled form returned to her, and it increased the itching beneath her skin, but a familiar book on top of the box had momentarily calmed her nerves.

"Um... So, the reason... Fuck.. I'm so sorry.." Your fluctuating tone startled the baby, and he immediately started crying, and when she really looked at you she could tell you'd been doing just the same thing, and her entire standoffish demeanor softened at the sight of you appearing so broken.

Scarlett immediately moved herself to the floor to be level with you, and Carson quickly fussed his way out of her hold, then crawled over to you in search of a mutual need for consoling. With shaky hands you pulled him against your chest, allowing him to nuzzle himself against you, and the comfort he provided you seemed to help you with the process of explanation.

"Um..." You tried, but when the words failed you, you instead opened the yearbook from Josh's Kindergarten year, and her eyes zoned in on your pointed finger.

"Joshua Valdez..." She reads, and a lightbulb immediately goes off in her head, she vividly remembers the little boy that her daughter proclaimed to be her best friend from the start, and her eyes sting at the moment of haunting realization.

Then before she could continue to connect the dots on her own you flipped the page to show the class activities throughout the year, an adorable photo Scarlett's vaguely familiar with floods her view.

Joshua—your beautiful baby boy with the sweet as honey green eyes, and dangerous dimples was smiling wide and holding a plotted plant in his hand, and Riley was stood there with her tiny hands over her mouth in surprise. Then directly beside it was the both of them on the ground, Josh miraculously holding the pot in the air with a bewildered expression on his face with Riley atop of him in a suffocating hug.

"I took those..." You suddenly mumbled, Scarlett's glossy eyes full of pity looked up to meet yours full of despair and you were quick to drop your gaze from her own because it was all just too painful to feel.

Next thing you pull out is a scrapbook, you file through it and stop when you found the section you were looking for, and you silently turn the book to her while holding her son that much tighter in an attempt to keep the burning tears at bay for at least another minute or so.

Scarlett notices the dated album, and realizes at the time of this birthday party she would've been on the press tour for Avengers: Endgame, and that Riley's father most likely aided her in the whole entire process, and she'd been left in the shadows of it all. Riley's smile never faltered in a single photo, Josh's was much the same from when they were playing on the bouncy house, or eating pizza, and it only grew while opening his gifts.

He'd been in the special chair with Pikachu ears suffocating his curly brown hair, and to no ones surprise, directly at his side—literally in the same seat, was Riley aiding him in opening the gifts. The final set of photos was a sequence that showed her getting up, then handing him a massive bag that Scarlett's sure she funded. Her daughters giddy expression gnaws at her already aching heart, and when she sees him pulling out the Pokémon memorabilia she understands your earlier commentary.

The silence around the both of you is far too consuming, you begin to lay out a few other keepsakes you'd found worth seeing, and once you found your voice again you elaborated on the photo album topic a bit more.

"His favorite was Magikarp, which at face value is a useless Pokemon, but if you wait it out with the tiny orange fish it becomes a powerhouse. He'd always been a fan of the underdog trope, never allowing people to pick on the easy to target kids, and always encouraging them to be great. He was so enthusiastic about it too, he'd tell me all about it when he came home on days I was off, and it always warmed my heart to see his passion for other's happiness, and he was just so incredibly kind. The best little boy a mom could dream up, and oh boy, the way he loved his little sister... He was perfect, and I'm not just saying that cause I was his mama..."

Everything about this situation pains her, being a working mother has never been an issue for her, and that's totally valid, but she never realized just how much she missed when away, it's like she's watching her daughters life unfold before her eyes and she's not even there. Then there's the far more heartbreaking fact that she just took what was meant to be a date, and turned it into a heartbreak festival, forcing you to face something she's not too sure you were ready to face, and it hurts her even more knowing you only allowed her to break you like this for the sake of her daughters happiness.

"Y/N, I'm so sorry, God I am beyond ashamed of myself for putting you in such a position. Never in my life had I even considered such a possibility, but I should've known better than to just assume the worst of you."

"It's okay."

"It absolutely is not okay, honey, you don't need to accept the apology, but I do hope you know that I mean it..."

"It is though Scarlett, you were just protecting your cubs, and if it was reversed I would've done the exact same thing. I promise I'm ok."

Silence falls once more, but this time it's clarifying, and Scarlett finally notices that you'd gotten her son to sleep once again, without doing anything outside of cuddling him, and it has her softly smiling your way.

"There's no sun." She notes, and your furrowed brows lead her to point to the sleeping baby.

"Oh, yeah.. I didn't want to hurt your feelings at the park, but babies tend to love me. I've actually been deemed the baby whisperer amongst my friends."

"Is that so?"

"Mhm. The secret is feigning a lack of interest. If you just ignore the baby all together, they'll do everything in their power to gather your attention, it's proven foolproof for me thus far and continues to do so."

With careful movements you're able to transfer the baby onto the indoor hammock, then as you return to clean up you see Scarlett continuing to look through your photos.

"He's beautiful..."

"He was, wasn't he?" You correct her, speaking of him in the present tense is too confusing for your heart, so you have to remind yourself of the brutal reality.

"I'd always hated never getting to meet him." She admits, finger tracing over a photo of the best friends sharing their ice creams with a three year old Angie, and the memory fondly replays in the back of your mind.

"He honestly loved you, you were his best friends mom—Riley always talked about you whenever she could, and you were also one of his top three superheroes." Your sincere proclamation really just makes the guilt of the situation worse, but she's not going to put that on you.

"Only top three?" She feigns offense, and your honest giggle had her smiling from ear to ear, and all she wanted was to hear it again.

"What can I say? As sweet as the kid was he loved himself a good Hulk Smash, and he was always so entranced by Wanda's magic."

"All is forgiven..." She teases, and then quickly crawls over the memorabilia when she sees your body trembling with sobs.

"Hey, it's okay honey, I got you..."

"I-I miss him so much."

Scarlett hums against your temple, and continues to rock your already shaking body while you hopefully find the chance to let it all out.

"That day, when I got the call... I was supposed to be there, but my job wouldn't stop pestering me to work some overtime. So I'd sent him off to school with his Deda, and he left with the brightest smile on his face, and I remember that hug he gave me—it was so tight, as if the world was already aware of what was coming." Your voice cracked as the suppressed memory haunts the front of your mind.

"I didn't even send him off that morning with my normal 'I love you,' he died without hearing the three most important words a child should never go without hearing. One minute I'm making my four year old lunch, the next I'm racing off to the hospital because of some freak accident with a baseball bat that landed my son in critical condition in the ICU."

Scarlett watches the unwavering, and completely unfair guilt swirling beneath your gaze, but for the time being she says nothing. Her surprisingly strong arms just hold you tighter as your bodies shakes never stop.

"My precious baby got his wings decades too early, and now I'm supposed to just live on like everything is okay... A mother isn't supposed to bury her son, it's not meant to be like this, but those beautiful girls upstairs needed me so here I am, putting up the good fight..."

Your words hit her like a ton of bricks, because even the thought of losing her children hurts her beyond measure. What really throws her off though is just how incredibly broken you obviously are, and just how easy it'd been for you to have hidden it for all this time. It really dawns on her how focused on everyone else's grief you'd been that you never been made tot process your own.

"He knew you loved him Y/N, something tells me you told him frequently enough that he had no choice but to believe it to be true. I'm really sorry, and I know it sounds cheap, but I truly am heartbroken for you—you're also right hon. A mother's never meant to bury her child, and I'll curse the world with you for being so cruel. I'm so glad you're here, giving it the good fight, because I'm personally looking forward to getting to know you. I'm also eternally grateful for you and everything you've done for my sweet girl over the years, and for looking out for even when you had every right not to. You're clearly an angel sent from up above..."

Scarlett laid a gentle kiss to your forehead which in turn caused you to giggle at the strange feeling of her lipstick transferring to your skin, and she soon followed suit at the sight of you with her lips on you.

"Thank you Scar..." You simply whisper, having nothing else really to say in the moment, because processing all of it was too heavy a burden for your already struggling heart.

"It's honestly my pleasure Y/N, because holding you close is actually really nice."

"Wait. So, is this is a date? I promise you that I don't usually cry on the first one, I tend to save that for at least date number three." You joke, trying your best to cover the underlying panic in your tone because had you actually realized she meant it at the park you'd have been far more prepared.

Her raspy laugh warms your entire body, and you find yourself melting further into her embrace as the softness in her eyes works wonders to mend your heart.

"Yes Y/N, this was indeed a date, that's why I was so dressed up, but now I want to say it wasn't. Because you're right again, no first date should come with tears, so we'll just say no. Right now, we're just two mother's bringing their kids together for a playdate, and then next Saturday we'll be out on a date of our own."

Your body instantly relaxes at her quick solution, and you shift to be a bit more upright in her lap. You share a beat of silent, up close observation before she's clearing her throat.

"So, shall we go fix dinner now? Preferably before the girls come searching for us and find us in this compromising position that will leave them to ask so many questions we'll never have a chance to escape again..."

"Yes, we shall..." You giggle, and help the woman up off the floor before leaving her behind to tend to Carson while you work to pull yourself together a bit more to get the show back on the road.

Date or not, you definitely refuse to sit across from the stunning woman in your tracksuit, with your 'Kiss the Chef' apron still on..

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Dinner was nearly done when there was a knock at the door, so you made your way over to see who it could he as the blonde continued to toss the salad she'd just thrown together. Carson's currently attached to your hip, having woken up shortly after you left the lounging area and been displeased to find you missing, so now he's holding you hostage—you're certainly not unhappy though.

"Wonder who that could be, it's already so late at night, and I had no messages on my phone." You bounce off of the babbling infant, who knows nothing of which your saying, but he certainly wants in on the noise.

Far too preoccupied by the smiling infant you'd overlooked the peephole, and instead swung the door open to meet your unexpected guest. Face and mood falling at the sight of the unwelcome face stood in shock before you.

Well fuck... This was most certainly unexpected...

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4,002 Words

2/5–This one was rather loaded, and I hope not too heartbreaking...

This was made in honor of my personal Joshua, who really was the best big brother. He however loved Charmander and their evolutions.

Mine is Squirtle obvi 🤪

#natasha romanoff #scarlett johansson x you #Scarlett Johansson x reader #scarlett johansson x female reader #scarlett johansson imagines #scarlett johansson fluff #scarlett johansson angst #scarlett johansson x y/n #scarjo #scarlett x y/n #scarlett x you #scarlett x reader #scarlett x fem!reader #natasha romanoff x female reader

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siremasterlawrence · 1 year

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Re-inventing Las Vegas Part 1

Las Vegas has been bought right under all of us and everybody expects things to stay the same.

That is until Zach Efron permanently makes it a home for himself under false pretenses of course.

A limo arrives at a hotel driving into the total parking lot in the back of the hotel settling in the dust.

The door opens up revealing the young man exits the limo removing his sun shades for all the world to see.

Something feels off with nobody to greet him except for a figure in the back matching his footsteps.

They are pacing back to back someone is in mood grabbing him by his neck and yanking him back.

A needle prick hits his necks sinking into his skin with a smirk injecting the serum into his system.

The needle pulls out I can see the instant odd wave of emotion taking over his entire body.

He breaks in a smile, eyes rolling back into his head and his body falls back into the strangers arms.

The man drags the body over to the elevator shaft, presses the button as the door swung open and they walk onto it.

The door slides closed with the cart racing to the basement as it comes to a holt and the door opens.

Zach is slung onto his back dropping him on to the couch leaving him to stir in his own juices.

“Excellent! I could not be more thrilled.”

“Oh! What a pretty boi”

“You will be a bitch too”

“Strip him of his clothes”

“Yes Sir”

“Place him in the pod”

“Now leave us be”

“Mwahahahahaha “

“How I have waited for this”

“So long”

“Mmmmmmm”

“Sweet and succulent lips”

I lean down kissing him slowly as our lips hit a new high reaching to cloud nine like never before.

Rising back to my feet quickly I smack his ass so hard he can flinch while close the pod.

The door seals as the wall opens behind him wit the pod slipping out, the pod starts to glow.

The wall enclose of him his vitals appear on my television screen showcasing everything for me.

Inside his pod he begins to shift a bit turning inside out as his mind is being analyzed with a probe.

Your mind is open a brainwave consumes him overtaking his mind, body shackles him down.

“Ten more minutes and we will be done.”

“Five more minutes.”

“One”

“Zach Efron bot activated”

“Perfection”

“Hell Yeah!”

The end

Re-inventing Las Vegas Part 2

Tonight Zac Efron’s one man showcase for all men and select women opens up to the shock of the world.

People exit the buses that park into the city madness of it all, offloading onto the road blocks.

They roll into the city with the sign flashing so bright it’s a runway surrounded by a sea of people.

If huh stop they are all men people cannot believe what they see lights flickering on and off.

Men stop cold unable to move instantly they fall into trance frozen and unable to move elsewhere.

The billboard shows Zac walks down the run way so hot, so sexy and so loss with hot zombie mindless blinding eyes.

My plan is unfurling to me through the entire world with slightest glimmer of and tirelessly working all hours.

I walk behind him placing my arm over his shoulder he melts at my every touch it feels so good.

My fingers form a heart shape on his chest as he squirms with excitement and lots of love.

“Welcome to my show hotties” he says.

“Check out my body, you know you want it”

“Watch me strip”

“Dance”

“Sing”

“A private show is also available”

“Anytime and day”

“All for you “

“Here at pretty boy factory”

The show opens up that night to a wild and large crowd overflowing the stadium and money filling up my pockets.

“Are you guys ready?”

“Wwwwwwooooooaaaaaaahhhhh!”

“What I want to hear”

“Good bois”

“Meet the Master or ceremony”

“Master Lawrence “

“All of you bow”

“Let’s party”

The end

#zac efron #hypno slave #runway #model #Las Vegas #mindless

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univvrse · 10 months

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the coven (chapter 8)

reader x bakugou x shinsou x kaminari x kirishima (still only kirishima in this chapter)

Coven- a formation of at least three or more vampires

He told you they were dangerous- why didn't you believe him?

previous parts can be found on my masterlist

on my ao3 if you'd prefer

997 words

While you were at work, Eijiro had gotten busy back at your house, unpacking your boxes for you in your room, sorting clothes into your unused chest of drawers and wardrobe and anything that looked dirty or worn into a pile, He moved quickly, hoping to surprise you when you got back. Eijiro had always had a preference for cleanliness, having lived through the outbreak of Spanish influenza in Japan where streets fell into states of filth with no one there to clean them.

Under the clothes he found an array of notebooks, most likely diaries. He didn’t want to read them yes he did but after seeing a page of one of them while trying to organise them, he simply couldn’t resist, he sat down on your bed and began to read.

The journals spoke of your life in America, things that seemed mostly trivial, boys you liked, dreams you hoped to achieve and such. It didn’t seem insignificant; it was your life- this was the most interesting a human had ever seemed to him.

There were small segments about your parents, you didn’t seem too fond of them though he could have guessed that- there were no family photos in your room. However, you did speak fondly of your old family cat actually a lot of your diary seemed to be anent to the cat. He didn’t finish reading them, not wanting to invade your privacy too badly and then began cleaning again.

He quickly finished your bedroom; your new furniture was untouched by dust or dirt so there was nothing much to clean there. He took your sheets of your bed and took a mental note to tell you to take them to a laundromat later.

You wouldn’t need them for the next few days anyway- his boyfriends already filling his head with thoughts of what they would want to do to you that night. So many that it may occupy you for a few days at least.

He then moved on to cleaning your living room, there wasn’t a lot to be done in the rest of your small apartment, clearly you hasn’t had much that you wanted to bring with you. He finished around 6 at slumped down on your sofa. It was times like this where he wished he could just take a nap.

It felt strange to leave someone in your house alone, but Eijiro clearly didn’t mind. It was easier to get a bus than you had thought, most of the signs having an English translation.

Your first day passed slowly and uneventfully, you were excited to go back to the vampire’s house that night. You had worked in a Starbucks back home for a few years as a teenager, so you were mostly familiar with how everything worked. Most of the items on the menu were recognizable, things that were made back home with the exception of a few items, but the shop mostly sold just straight-up coffee. A nice change to the “coffee” back home which most of the time was just milk and syrup.

The coffee shop was nice, a small shop run by the owner. It had large, light wooden windows that filled all the walls of the right wall- the shade of wood almost matching to the tables and chairs. It was a quiet shop mostly with a few customers here and there- you spent most of your shift on your phone and talking to the owner- a sweet women named Evelyn who had also moved to Japan a few years prior. She offered to help you with local customs and tips to help you while you lived there. You eagerly listened.

Despite the interesting conversation you had been having, you waited in anticipation for the end of your shift and finally it came. Evelyn gave you a hug when you left- shouting to you to get home safe as you left, closing the door behind you.

The bus ride dragged even more than your shift had, tapping your foot in excitement. Finally, the bus pulled up close enough to your apartment and you began to walk your 2 blocks home.

It was beginning to get dark outside, and the sun was beginning to leave the sky. There was barely anybody about and the slight clip-clop of your shoes was the only noise that could be heard. You walked quickly home, hoping Eijiro wasn’t bored out of his mind. At last, you finally reached your building- practically running up the stairs until you reached your door. You had left it unlocked earlier, it still was, and you entered your apartment.

Eijiro was almost the way you left him- still flopped on your sofa- though the room looked slightly cleaner. Had he cleaned up in here? He didn’t move when you entered- you assumed he was asleep, he didn’t take up the whole of the sofa and so you, after quickly shoving you’re your shoes of, went at sat next to his feet.

“How was work,” he mumbled. “It was okay, kinda boring,” you didn’t want to bore him with the mundanity of your day and thus changed the subject- “you been okay here?” He opened his eyes, smiling at you; “Yeah, it’s been okay, cleaned up in here- hoped you don’t mind?” “Not at all, thank you so much actually, I’ve been meaning to get to that.” “I stripped your bed for you, sheets are somewhere in your room- would’ve taken them to a laundromat but I’m guessing it’s still kind of light outside.” “Thanks,” you smiled, “I’ll take them when I get back from your house.” For a 134-year-old vampire- he was surprisingly easy to talk to.

“Sun was setting when I was on my way home, should be dark enough for us to leave soon.” “Shall we get going then?” he sighed.

#no beta we die like men #kirishima x reader #my hero academia #vampire #vampire au #kirishima eijirou #last chapter for a while i have writer's block

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sakufilms · 2 years

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make-up ; jt

𓂃 ⋆ 𓈒 masterlist

⌁ jade thirlwall x fem!reader

⌁ you’re a make-up artist and jade always volunteers as your model when she wants to try something new. [prompt from : https://atsuzaki-playground.neocities.org] // fluff, romantic.

⌁ 0.6k words

! : fem r (she/her), lots of fluff

Out of all of Little Mix's make-up artists, Y/n was by far the most experimental. She loved playing around with new colours and styles with her own make-up, along with others. She loved testing different eyeshadow shades for different eye colours. Her mind was constantly swarmed with new ideas—simple and extravagant. It depended on the day, really.

Which is exactly why Jade Thirlwall was always the perfect canvas.

Jade herself also loved trying something new, and she absolutely had an eye for a good look. To her, there was no shame in a bold make-up look, even if you were only going grocery shopping that day. She was also a lover of glitter, which was one of Y/n's favourite ways to add to a look. It was no wonder that when Y/n messaged Jade to try a new look the northern girl immediately said yes.

When Jade stepped through Y/n's apartment door, Y/n couldn't help but to smile, adoration swelling in her heart. Jade was only wearing a large hoodie and some sweatpants, but Y/n was entranced by her curly hair thrown into a ponytail on the top of her head. Her tan skin glowed under the apartment lights and she looked as ethereal as ever, no matter how lazy her attire was.

"Hey!" She said in a bright tone. Y/n stepped away from her desk—which was filled with make-up palettes, brushes, concealers, foundations, glosses and lipsticks—and she reached forward to give Jade a hug, which was reciprocated. "You look beautiful." Jade hummed. Y/n felt her heart flutter and her voice caught in her throat. Jade giggled and the sound was as peaceful as waves crashing against the beach shore, easing her.

Jade set her bag down, putting her phone in her pocket and heading to the living room to sit on the chair next to the make-up. "What are we thinking of doing today, my darling." She said calmly. The words fell from her lips is such a natural fashion that Y/n almost missed the nickname she had used. Jade used it quite often, actually, but it still set off fireworks in Y/n's stomach.

"Nothing too bold today, actually. But nothing simple. Just gonna meet in the middle." Y/n pulled a chair over so she could sit in front of Jade. "I was thinking some purples and blues, maybe a graphic liner design or two."

"Your specialty." Jade grinned.

"Indeed."

Applying make-up had always been such a calming process to Y/n. In the beginning it caused nothing but stress, sure, but eventually as her skills strengthened, it became therapeutic, in a way.

It never failed to make Y/n's heart race at the closeness between her and Jade when she did her make-up. It took all of her effort to keep a steady hand while using a graphic liner to make a simple, yet intricate butterfly. She wasn't going to let a simple crush ruin Jade's make-up.

Jade picked up a mirror, taking a look at the pops of colour that coated her eyelids. "Oh, you've outdone yourself." Jade said it in a way that would seem mocking but Y/n knew her words were nothing but the truth.

"Why thank you—"

Jade gasped, and Y/n paused.

Jade hands came in contact with Y/n's forearm, her fingers delicately resting on her skin. "I have a dress this colour."

Y/n grinned. "Let's go."

The dress wrapped around Jade's figure perfectly in a semi-tight hold. It was looser at the top, dipping to show a bit of cleavage. It hugged her torso and hips in a perfect fit. The fabric itself was a shimmering purple that matched almost exactly with the purple dusted on Jade's lids.

"You look gorgeous." Y/n said genuinely. Jade thanked her warmly, making eye contact with her in the mirror.

"Where are you headed after this?"

"Just getting some groceries." Jade laughed. "But, y'know, gotta shop in style."

"Oh, always. Only way to do it."

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little mix taglist: @esposadomd

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lothirielswan · 1 year

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"Your Cold, Black Illidad Heart"

Continue Dear Prince Dandelion here.

Quest Objective: Don't break Time.

— KHADGAR’S QUARTERS —

“You won't be joining us tonight?” Khadgar and Kalec wore matching looks of disdain. They seated themselves at a round table dominating Khadgar’s lounge. Lavender and rosy candlelight dyed the room in cool tones. Neat stacks of chips and cards magically arranged themselves before the mages, specially prepared for our beloved Poker Night.

“She’s ditching us. For a date,” Kalec mused.

Khadgar sighed heavily. “They grow up so fast. Thank goodness you’re not going anywhere, Kalec. Are you sure you’re going out in that, dear?”

“What’s wrong with this?” I looked down at my clothes. Unlike the two mages adorned in bathrobes and matching slippers, I didn’t wear Poker Night garments. A black trench coat with thigh-high boots made of onyx serpent scales completed my incognito look (all items hand-picked by Wrathion; he prided himself on dressing the family to perfection).

Khadgar bit his lip. “For a first date—”

“It's not a date, Khadgar.” I corrected, hoping my voice was more convincing than my thoughts.

“If it's after seven, it's a date. And you put on lip gloss.” Khadgar’s eyes narrowed.

“Chapped lips are an enemy of us all.” I countered, smoothing my coat down for the third time.

“Regardless, be careful at night. Hooligans are always abound,” Khadgar sighed as he plucked his flask from his breast pocket. “And tell Anduin I say hi.”

My eyes widened in dismay. I hadn't mentioned Anduin’s name.

“Ah, yes. This family’s obsession with blond humans continues.” Kalec’s voice was dull now that he was condemned to a low-attendance family outing. “Speaking of, I wonder if Wrathion will show.”

Wrathion hadn't shown his face yet tonight. I doubted he would after his spat with Illidan. The possibility of Illidan’s appearance was also low. Chromie, however, had yet to arrive.

I passed a bookshelf full of Khadgar’s steamy romance novels on my way out. The books levitated, cataloging themselves in order of Khadgar’s progress with them. I frowned as I caught the glint of empty stamina elixir bottles behind the shifting books.

“I’ll be on my way,” I called out as I clasped the doorknob. I looked over my shoulder at Kalec, hoping he would monitor the Archmage’s cravings . “If Khadgar falls down, please call for help.”

Khadgar groaned at the old man joke as I opened the door. “Have a good night—”

“Hi there!” I looked down just in time to spot Chromie in the doorway. She was the mastermind of our poker nights. The bronze dragon usually adorned herself in a bathrobe printed with colorful murlocs, a green cap and goblin shades (Chromie had a flair for the dramatics). Unease fell upon me as I noticed these items missing from her person.

“I’m so glad I got here in time to run into you, Eona! May I…speak with you?” Chromie’s smile flickered. If the woman who knew the future couldn't fully smile, something was terribly wrong.

I glanced back at Kalec and Khadgar. They hadn't noticed the tension in the air. I kept my voice light, “Outside, or here?”

“Let’s step out for a minute.”

Red alarms wailed in my head. I nodded, softly shutting the door behind me. I dreaded whatever news Chromie carried tonight.

The halls of the Violet Citadel were empty, save sighs from the endless spiral staircase of the tower of the hiss of hearthstones behind closed doors. Orbs of arcane magic flickered in their wall sconces, allowing flashes of the burgundy wallpaper. Shadows danced across Chromie’s face.

“How bad?” I asked warily. I had assisted Chromie in the past with tending to time anomalies. My mother had left the red dragonflight to join the bronze dragons, but I didn't pursue the Timekeepers for her legacy. My allegiance was to Chromie, who helped me escape the soulless abyss that lurked beyond the Dark Portal. I owed Chomie my life.

“Stratholme.” Chromie whispered. I flinched at the term. Our code word for the very worst.

“The Caverns of Time were raided recently…” Chromie’s light, fairy-like voice was void of the bright assurance that always laced her words.

A break-in. Someone took an important relic, perhaps? Changed the course of history? I glanced down the hallway, confirming it was empty before we continued to trade whispers, “What’s the damage? Was something stolen?”

“More like…someone.” Chromie shuddered at memories I couldn't see. “We’ve never had an instance like this before. Usually intruders go for artifacts or seek to alter an event, but this time…I’m coming to you with this problem because I know you’re the only person who won't kill him on sight.”

“Who?”

Chromie’s small fists clenched at her sides. “You’ll know him when you see him. He’s not from…around here.”

Him? I wondered why Chromie wouldn't dare speak the name of who was kidnapped from time, but there was no guarantee who was watching. Someone could travel back in time to witness this very moment that we shared. I nodded obediently without further utterance.

“There’s something else,” Chromie said quietly. She was wringing her fingers as she spoke. She had never done so before. “I sense something big. Someone else has entered the fray. Their presence makes the future…wobbly. Unpredictable. I’m not going to be a lot of help, I’m afraid, but keep an eye out for whoever might be tampering with things.”

“It will be taken care of.” I assured her. My words were stronger than my resolve. Two new threats loomed on the rise, and I didn't know a single thing about them. Not even a name.

“Thank you. Be careful, please! I’ve got a terrible feeling about all of this.” Chromie stepped to the side, allowing me to pass. “Enjoy your outing, Eon. Hopefully it all goes according to Time itself…”

“Thanks, Chromie. Be merciful on them tonight,” I bowed my head in the direction of Kalec and Khadgar.

The playful light in Chromie’s eyes reappeared. “Mercy is not the trait of a winner!”

I left Chromie behind and finally began my trek to Anduin. Our chosen meeting place was Antonidas’s statue. The rendezvous ahead would be a delightful distraction from the dark objectives of the future.

Regardless of night’s reign, Dalaran was awake, stretching its many white chocolate limbs towards the stars. Silhouettes gathered on rooftops to throw fireworks at the jeweled sky. Bards roamed the streets in lamplight, strumming a tune as they traveled from inn to inn. Every tavern I passed teased me with the scent of roasting meats and sweet wine. It really is a nice atmosphere for a date—which is completely irrelevant…! But it would be wonderful.

I passed a row of closed shops when a hand covered my mouth from behind. They pulled me into the shadows.

Hooligans are always abound, Khadgar’s voice taunted in my head.

Foreshadowing hardly registered from the swift assault. In a smooth motion, I pulled an electric crystal from my coat and jabbed it against my attacker’s chest. Sparks crackled in the night.

“Play nice,” A deep voice murmured in my ear.

I stopped struggling. The kidnapper removed his hand from my frowning mouth. I huffed as I turned to face him, “Khadgar was right. You really suck at parenting.”

Illidan ignored my comment. We stood alone in the narrow street between closed establishments.

“I require your assistance,” Illidan said. His voice was the embodiment of night; each word was a velvet purr like the ruffle of silk sheets in a dark bedroom. There was a subtle growl beneath the sultry; a predator stalking slumbering prey.

“Sorry, I’m not available tonight. Someone’s expecting me,” I started to turn from him. There had been enough obstacles on my way to see Anduin tonight.

Illidan’s claw fell upon my shoulder. Against my will, I faced the demon hunter once more. His wings fluttered with irritation. “This is not a request.”

I glanced back down the road. Guards were coming around the corner. They were ordered to retain Illidan on sight for escaping the Purple Parlor.

“Is there any way to postpone this?” I pleaded.

“No.”

“Is it quick?”

“It would be quicker if you put an end to your queries.” Illidan snapped.

My shoulders slumped. The urge to see Anduin was ebbing to disappointment. What would happen if I didn't show? Would Anduin assume I ditched him? Pain racked my chest at the thought.

Something in my face must’ve altered Illidan’s approach. The edge in his voice had lessened, “I made a discovery that might thwart the Legion’s progress across the cosmos. Their demise is still a desire of yours, I assume.”

My nails dug into my palms at the mention of the cosmic terror. I witnessed Illidan battle the endless army of demons throughout my childhood. The Legion had drained the life out of my homeland and consumed my father. Hatred for demons had a special place in my black heart, but I didn't let it control my life like the former night elf before me.

“What did you find?” I said.

“Join me,” With a gesture of his claws, a portal burbled into existence.

Footsteps of guards beat upon the cobblestone around the corner. Illidan looked at me. I was to go first.

I sighed and stepped forward. Fel energies curled around my body, eating at my skin like acid. I’m sorry, Andy.

The fel portal groaned as I emerged on the other side. The bitter magic lingered on my flesh like an unwanted touch. Rain tapped my nose from above.

I squinted up at the steel wall of clouds. The green of the trees was a dull olive without the presence of an astral body in the sky. Rainfall dripped from thin branches, sloped into submission against the constant downpour.

Illidan appeared behind me. A cold separate from the climate settled under my skin as I recognized our surroundings. “Why are we in Gilneas?”

With a single step of Illidan’s hooves, ravens fled the branches above us. Most animals regarded Illidan as a powerful predator not to be crossed. Black feathers and rain cascaded from the sky as Illidan stalked through the woods.

“Because no one else is. It was deemed unsafe by the summit from use of toxic chemicals,” Illidan’s lip curled in amusement as if such harmful substances were child’s play.

Toxic chemicals. The invasion of Gilneas. Sylvanas released the blight. My hands instinctively wrapped around my throat.

Illidan paused to look back at me and glare. “The fumes have long died off. Fel poisoning on Outland was a far greater threat than an over-glorified pesticide.”

“In the scenario you just created, the pests are humans!” I hissed.

“I stand corrected.”

Slowly, I unclasped my hands from my throat and inhaled deeply for the first time. Wet moss and fresh downpour were all I could detect.

Illidan waited until I had caught up with him to continue our brisk hike through the forest. He lifted one of his wings, shielding me from the sky’s tears.

“So, how does…whatever this is stop the Legion?” I asked him.

“He’s strong.” Illidan was reluctant to utter the compliment. “He also has intelligence that no other being possesses.”

“He? ”

The trees gave way to a clearing. At the center, an abandoned hunting lodge was buried in overgrowth. The roof slouched against the onslaught of droplets and flourishing silverleaf. A chicken coop squatted in front of the house, the rusted iron netting overrun by weeds.

Mud sucked at the soles of my shoes as the grass kept its distance from the property. I glanced at Illidan as we passed the chicken coop. “You’re not nesting, are you?”

“You are one of the few that I allow to give questionable commentary.” Illidan remarked.

“Because it warms your cold, black Illidad heart?”

“Never refer to me with that putrid term again!” Illidan flashed his teeth as he sneered in disgust. “I hold sentiment for no one. But you’re the last remnant of my most trusted and powerful allies from Outland.”

I swallowed a lump in my throat. It was rare for Illidan to speak of our past on Outland. Few beings were left from that part of our lives. And those that died were nothing but monsters from a nightmare long past to everyone else.

“You’re father’s betrayal aside,” Illidan added.

“You had to sneak that in there, didn't you?”

We stood at the entrance to the house. Illidan’s brows furrowed, “I take no joy in this. Your assistance is necessary for his livelihood…you are the only one who won't kill him on sight.”

My head snapped towards him. Hearing Chromie’s words out of Illidan’s mouth had the sinking feeling of a prophecy. Unavoidable. Set in stone.

“What did you do?” I whispered.

Illidan pushed the door open. My eyes fell upon the face of my mother’s best friend. A man that I had killed years ago. Another monster from a living nightmare.

Arthas.

Continue Dear Prince Dandelion here.

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zapphattack · 1 year

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[Excerpts] Moments in Time - Changeling & Death

[these segments were little studies into how to describe death and the aftermath of waking up in a new lifetime, dazed and dissociated. i also toyed with having each death take a toll on clara's body, losing fingers and eventually an eye with each failed attempt. there were also plans to explore the pathologic 2 meta-worldbuilding of the events being a play, but i went in a more overt paradoxical manner]

Death was a peculiar experience. Peculiar was a good way to describe it, as “harrowing” or “traumatizing” would be too little on a bad day, yet “panic-inducingly nightmarish” or “soul-shattering” is a bit much on a more pleasant day. Waking up from death was disorienting and a small bit horrifying, but she’d still come back up. The mere ability to stand up after such events was already significant enough to put them a peg down in the “mildly upsetting events to once-in-a-lifetime debilitating horror” scale.

Sometimes, she would run into the Bachelor in alleyways where one could try and fail to sort the shades of shadow between light and dark; or encounter the Haruspex on the edge of town where the steppe would lap at the fragile order constructed by the people of the settlement. Even less times, during those encounters, she’d be pensive, murmuring aloud the experiences of death and rebirth as if to make them somehow more real, spoken into lucidity. The men would listen, awed, enraptured, or disturbed, perhaps even bored, as she droned about horror and numbness, footsteps too light for a corporeal person, but too heavy for a ghost.

“What ho, did I see over yonder, I say? I welcome blades into myne bodies but somehow the cut still hurts like an intrusion, I suppose the skin was still broken into. How could I open my skin without it being a wound? No doors, only walls. Skin. Stranger still that when I grow accustomed to the pain it numbs and fades, cruelly depriving me of what I had made friends and peace with.” She kicked a pebble, the sound disturbing her into looking back at Burakh, who sat still, silently listening to her on the abandoned railway. He was picking away at a clump of grass. “No, not grass, swevery. Why, all grass has a name, and yet we only call upon it when it suits us. ‘Come, Clara, do us a miracle’, ‘Step aside, little Changeling, you’re in the way’. Names are what carry legacy, reputation, without a name I am only a different apparition with the same face. How could they know it was the same body if they did not see where I left to, where I came from? No name, no reputation, no recollection. What name did I hear in the darkness of the earth as I lay on my gravesite, waiting for my return? The dirt has no use for names…”

“A name given could be abandoned, yes. Who did give me my name? I cling to it still, like a child hugs a toy from a parent long gone, not even remembering their mother’s face. Tragic, tragic. Tragedy is meaningless to who dies, it is only a tragedy to Medea, yet her children see none of it, as only the living fear death. Medea? Who is Medea? Am I living or dead? Where have I heard that name? Is it latin?” The street was cold under her fingers, but they were too numb to notice. Dankovsky paused his rummaging of pockets from nearby, eyes darting to her before cutting the hum of the night stating “...It’s greek, actually.” Yet she did not acknowledge him as he sighed. “The time between death and awakening is always infinitely small, like waking up without knowing I was asleep in the first place, disorienting, yes, disorienting. Was I even oriented in the first place? Dreams happen stretched into the time we sleep, taking up time that does not exist when we are awake, yet we retain the memories. No memories, some memories, yet not of the past, of the present, and memories of the future still. Yet they don’t always match, a match that does not catch, yet it still burns away, to ash, to ash, to ash…”

~+~

The Changeling was without an eye. She could feel it, or the lack of it, as it were. Lacking an eye, two fingers, three doctors. What a sore sight. Literally.

– The cost is too high. I've played this too many times. I can no longer bear the brunt of such a toll. The Tower will fall. The Town will be leveled. My Bound will be sacrificed. Is it too selfish of me to wish to perform the ultimate miracle? Is it selfless enough of me to desire to save them all? I am the Devotress, my last wish every time is that I could've found a better way. I wake up as a Changeling after my death throes.

Clara ran. She didn't know why, but there remained a sinking feeling of dread, alongside the stinging of the harsh breeze, cold. Her legs carried her to the theater, where the Changeling stopped at the lip of the stage, boots almost escaping its domain. The director turned towards Clara, away from the winded girl onstage, frozen in a moment of desperation.

A theatrical sigh, befitting a man such as he. “You're downright terrible at meeting your cues, Changeling. Which is it this time, too early? Or too late?”

She passed by him with nary a glance. “I'd prefer my arrival to be too early, if it's all the same to you.” Clara reached out to the Changeling onstage, breaking the barrier between them and taking her own warm hand.

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kirkypet · 2 years

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Word Search

I was tagged by @sausagesquirrel to do a word search in my fics for FIRE, CONCRETE and EYES.

I thought I'd have to go searching through loads of fics to find these but it turns out there's a bunch of examples in my most recent (completed!!) American Gods fic so here's all of them.

And yes, there’s a lot of eye rolling going on 🙄

Tagging @evilasiangenius @ooksaidthelibrarian and @bethagain with BREATHE, PAUSE and BOTHER

FIRE

Funerals again. Why had he made that his excuse? An easy route, the sympathy card. Trying to get to a funeral – it cemented the idea of Indiana in his head even more. Parkview Cemetery? Hardly a beginning, though Laura might disagree. That was where she’d begun her new life, even if it hadn’t seemed much like it at the time. He barely noticed the trucker fiddling with the radio, but the next second a familiar tune was soon all he could think about.

My grandma and your grandma Were sittin' by the fire -

Anyway, she was his very own Wife, and always would be, with her sharp thermal-lance-and-battery-acid belief that could and probably would cut through reinforced steel. And, if Laura was fire and delicious poison, the Moon was water. Not like his Essie had been – her belief was a swift-flowing stream, bubbling and laughing but strong enough to power him for generations. No, Shadow’s belief was like a massive body of water, like an ocean, always present and abundant and freely-given -

CONCRETE

“Fuck this. Fuck it,” she kept repeating, her voice quavering like she was on the point of losing her shit. “We’re not doing this again.”

“We’re not doing this again,” he repeated, soothingly. At least it would have been more soothing if he hadn’t started a coughing fit with all the concrete dust floating around. He hawked up some phlegm and spat onto the ground and tried to settle his breathing. “It’s alright. We’re alright - ” He wasn’t hurt, and she wasn’t hurt, and if his ears would just stop ringing –

She turned to look at him. “But things are different now.”

Weren’t they just? Much crazier things had happened. They’d both acknowledged that love had restored them both to life, and she knew what his kisses tasted like. Mainly concrete dust and anxiety right now, but god they were good -

“So long. Seriously, Shadow - when did you sleep last? Properly, I mean?”

“I dunno, I think maybe April,” Shadow smiled sheepishly, looked down and ducked back into the room, presumably to get his pants. Sweeney hauled himself upright and followed him, leaving massive wet footprints on the concrete slabs. Laura also hopped to her feet and leaned on the door frame.

EYES

When the desert duo said their goodbyes and headed off in that godawful yellow cab, there was the inevitable wrangle over who would shift to the vacated room. In her typical stubborn-cunt style, she flatly refused to move. And he wasn’t going anywhere – it was his room, always had been. He’d fully expected her to roll her eyes and cave in on the grounds of his snoring or taking up too much space or some scandalous lie or another, but she was more obstinate than he’d ever given her credit for. So they both stopped where they were. Could’ve been worse. At least she wasn’t decomposing anymore.

Shadow was in the dimly lit restroom staring at Sweeney, who was standing by the urinal, casually eyeing the weird stranger standing watching him take a piss. Laura wondered how many times Sweeney had gotten into a fight during a bathroom break because someone had looked at him or his dick in a way he considered ‘funny’, and whether he would be even more ready to throw down when he saw that it was Shadow. By all accounts, after Cairo, it was technically a grudge match. But when Shadow flicked on the light, Sweeney shaded his eyes and squinted and saw – and laughed. “Ah it’s yourself!” he bellowed, voice even louder in that close space.

But he couldn’t say anything more because the air was being squeezed out of him. Shadow had launched himself at Sweeney and had him in a bear hug. Laura was surprised to find her eyes sting with unexpected tears at the sight – a rare and uncomfortable sensation that always made her want to sneeze. She was grateful that Sweeney looked exactly like a scared red panda, his arms raised over Shadow’s head in a don’t shoot kind of a way, so that the chokey sensation was swiftly replaced by an urge to laugh.

Shadow rolled his eyes and huffed a laugh. “Okay, fine, whatever. You two play this however you want, I’ve said my piece. Laura – I am grateful. I’m also proud of you, for what it’s worth.”

“I am not blushing!” he protested. “It’s warm! I’m not used to driving around with you and it not freezing. Stop taking the piss and keep your eyes on the road, fuck’s sake.” He turned into the very nice cool breeze coming in through the rolled-down window and saw her smirk in the corner of his eye.

This wasn’t what I wanted. I don’t give a shit about Wednesday, not like this – it was just a dumb fucking excuse to – to – come back again and try to do a better job of – not to get you fucking killed all over again for some stupid – horn, or whatever the fuck it was. I don’t care! I couldn’t give two shits. I mean, I did. I told Shadow I’d kill him, and I meant it – but you were fucking dead it was his fault – and – and if he tried to hurt you now, do not think I wouldn’t rip his fucking eyes out, but this bullshit is so stupid I can’t believe it and it’s even stupider because now you know and we’re still doing this and I can’t find where you're bleeding – where is this blood even coming from??”

She caught sight of her bloody fingers and swayed with a shivery oooooooofuck. Sweeney hadn’t had her down as the fainting type, especially after the heinous bloodbath on the train, but she was looking even paler than death right now, and he should know. Now he was the one supporting her, and he steered her towards a grassy verge where she flopped down on her ass, staring dumbly at her wrecked fingers. Must’ve done that digging him out. A flash of gratitude stung his eyes, remembering the unholy noise she’d made when she found him tucked safely behind the very convenient chunk of reinforced concrete floor, unkilled and fully intact. And the god buried deep within his memory rejoiced. While he sorely regretted the hurt, there was no doubt that little rescue qualified as a blood sacrifice in his name.

Well, he would do what he could for her, though it’d not sting any the less for it, he thought, taking a flask of strong poteen from the hoard. Taking her unresisting hand, he glanced at her wide, wet eyes for a moment, and doused her raw fingers liberally with the alcohol. She didn’t yell or curse, she just hissed through her teeth, which were still chattering with the aftermath of the shock.

Sweeney would take whatever crumbs would come his way, he always would. Which is why he rolled his eyes and resigned himself to his fate.

She rolled her eyes, disarmed by this annoyingly reasonable response, and climbed into his very inviting lap, straddling his legs. “Same.” Then she remembered where her thoughts were tending before they’d been interrupted. “Was that a trap? Not for us, but for Wednesday and Shadow? Was it a New Gods thing?”

#american gods #fic ask #sausagesquirrel

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plywoodsinchennai · 2 months

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Elevate Your Space: Opt for Modern Classics with Plywood Furniture

What comes to mind when you hear about plywood furniture? Commercial Plywood is often used for ceilings, Modern Plywood Doors, and walls in homes and offices. But furniture?

Do you quickly question whether we can make one? Will it be strong enough, like natural wood? Well, the answer is a big yes. Plywood comes in different types and grades. Plywood with great structural stability and a smooth finish is used for making furniture.

If you are pretty bored with decorating your interiors with the same furniture for the nth time, try bringing in something fresh—Plywood furniture.

This blog will give some ideas on how to get creative with plywood furniture. First, we will brush up on the basics of what plywood is and how it’s made.

What is Plywood?

Plywood is derived from natural plantation wood. It has several thin layers of wood bonded together by special glue and the extra effects of temperature and pressure. Pressure-treated materials can easily last about 30 years or more, even on the exterior.

Why Plywood Furniture?

When it comes to strength, plywood often has the upper hand. The cross-grained structure of plywood makes it incredibly strong and resistant to warping, cracking, and twisting. One can cut the plywood easily to their desired size or design when building furniture.

5 Ways to Opt for Modern Classics with Plywood Furniture

Plywood comes in a light shade and color palette. So, a piece of plywood naturally makes a room more spacious and elegant. This is why interior designers love to use plywood furniture in their decor.

Here are some ideas for incorporating plywood furniture:

A Classy Coffee Table

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Minimalist Plywood Shelf Headboard

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the-last-concert · 3 months

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Chapter Six:

All I wanted…

The flat we rented out was bigger than I expected. I stood staring at the oak wooden doors taller than me. With my truck in one hand and my backpack in the other, I froze and got lost in how different London already felt. Nevermind the weird looking cars and mobile attractions on the way, London ran at its own different pace.

“You guys,” I said in disbelief. “The doors are bigger than my entire apartment alone.”

Speedy and Pepper, who were already making their way up the stairs to unlock the door, glanced my way and started cracking up.

“That was an easy setup, Moggie.” Speedy teased. “I won’t even touch that one. Pep-?”

Pepper ignored the question. “Watch out. I just wanna settle in.” With them both fighting to be the first one inside, they fell midway and I hopped over both of them. I beat them inside.

I lowered myself to their eye-level. “Who’s laughing now?” They looked up and both shared the same smile. I started running. They chased after me instantly.

“Cut her off by the kitchen, Speedy!” Pepper yelled, trying to grab me mid-air. I dodged his swinging arms and rounded the corner around the dining room table. Now, with Speedy closing in, I hadn’t had much room to move. But I remembered how slow he actually was. I juked him just near the marbled island counter. “Damn it-Speed. She was right there. How hard was that?”

Speedy tried to recover his breath before answering. “You try catching her, then. Oh, that’s right. You couldn’t either.”

I rested on the couch, legs-crossed. “Don’t feel too bad, boys. I’ve always been the fastest runner in this bunch.” They piled onto me before I realized what was happening. They started tickling me to prove their point. I tapped out.

“Yeah, but reflexes still suck,” Pepper teased me. Then he pulled Speedy off me. “Mog, take a look around while we bring the bags in, okay?”

I raised my eyebrows. “What are y’all up to now?”

“Just trust me,” was all he said as they both left, hanging on each other’s shoulders.

I shrugged before getting a good look at our new home. It was a beautiful flat. The room had a darkening shade because of all the brown oaky furniture. The door had been matched with the dining table, the coffee table and the wall of bookshelves. They already had multiple books, organized, color-coordinated, and ranged from brightest color to darkest color. The fireplace near the living room was white brickwork that had a dark sheer fabric draping over the top. There were plants, from medium to large. The pots were black and white. It was so cozy. I remember Pepper saying it used to belong to an artist he met a while ago. The previous owner was also touring. I stopped at the kitchen to see how the contrasts fit together. Light and Dark. Yin and Yang. This artist was all about the balance of spectrum coloring.

“Hey guys, who used to live….” I trailed off. I saw both of them holding a bouquet of flowers. Speedy was holding yellow sunflowers. And Pepper was holding red roses. My mouth fell open.

“We never asked you, officially,” Speedy said, shyly.

“And we wanted to.” Pepper said. “So…”

“Will you be our girlfriend, Mahogany Farewell?” They said in unison, pushing two bouquets at me at the same time.

I nodded before my mouth could respond. “Yes, yes I will.”

I ran to hug them both and we all fell on the floor, we looked at each other and laughed so much.

“Clumsy as ever,” Pepper kissed my cheek. I blushed right away.

“Yeah, but she’s our Moggie.” Speedy kissed my forehead.

“Guys, guys,” I tried to retreat from their attention, but they didn’t let me go. “This is beautiful. How did you even hide this from me?”

“Remember you had to stop and take pictures at the famous clock tower ?” Speedy asked. “I told you I was shopping for Vickie.”

“You little liar,” I told him.

“Aye, I’ll be that, if it brought you this amount of happiness.” Speedy chuckles while we all get up from the floor.

“Here-give me these,” Pepper grabs the two bouquets. “I’ll put them in water for you.”

“Make them how you used to,” I requested. “Your flower arrangement for my 16th birthday was breathtaking.”

Pepper’s eyes widened. “You remember that?”

I understood his sudden surprise. My birthday that year wasn’t exactly what I expected. The cake went missing, only a few people showed up. And me and Pepper were in the middle of a fight… in front of everyone. But when I got home, there were three different kinds of bouquets at the counter. The arrangement had dandelions, lilies, lilacs and roses. From lightest to brightest. With a single note: For the most beautiful color I’ve found. I suddenly stop focusing on what happened… except for those flowers.

“Of course.” I smiled. He walked off a little lighter now.

“So, you like the flat?” Speedy cheese.

“Yeah it’s so-,”

“Balanced?”

“Exactly,” I laughed. “Who lived here again?”

“Classified information, Mog. Afraid I can’t say.” Speedy turned his head so dramatically. He was picking on me. I pushed his shoulders.

“Come on, what is it going to take to get you to squeal?”

He turned back and smirked. “Strip.”

I was shocked. “Right here?”

“Unless you’re too chicken.”

“I’m not. I think it’s just a little pretentious. I mean- where’s my fun?”

“Okay, fair enough.” Speedy realized he needed to wage something too. “How about we make this interesting, then?”

“I’m listening.”

“Each person has to drop an item on the floor, but it has to be clothing of your choice. And… it’s only if we catch each other in a lie.”

“So two truths and a lie, then?” Pepper chimed in with the flower arranging, done. It was the only color that didn’t blend into the background. We smiled at each other as he put them down on the coffee table.

“Not exactly.” Speedy explained. “Your statement has to be true, well at least to you. The other person's job is to see if it’s 100% accurate.”

“Shouldn’t be too hard,” Pepper shrugged. “We’ve only known each other our whole lives.”

“Exactly.” Speedy agreed.

“Okay, and if it is a lie,” I said. “Clothes drop?”

“Yup.”

“Fine, I’ll go first,” Pepper said as he leaned back in the black sofa chair. His brown eyes pierced into mine before he made his first statement. “I used to wet the bed until age 11.”

My eyes got bigger. I couldn’t confirm or deny if he was lying. He had such a poker face. His muscles were relaxed and his face remained calm, like he didn’t just share something most people would be mortified into saying. But Speedy’s laughter is what gave him away.

“Actually it was age 13, Pep,” Speedy called him out. “Don’t think I forgot about that football camp nightmare you dragged me to.”

He smiled more broadly than before. “Guilty.” Then he got up and walked toward me, removing his jacket slowly. He threw it a few feet in front of me. He baited, “Your turn.”

I had to hide how much that aroused me. I turned to Speedy. “I wanted to be an actual princess before we went to middle school.”

“No!” Speedy shouted in disbelief. Maybe because back then I was into sports as much as they were. I did all the things they did. I fought my hardest to keep up with them. At the time, I didn’t care if they were boys. I just wanted to be the best and win.

“That’s true,” Pepper spoke up. I felt his breath against my cheek. I hadn’t realized how close he was now standing next to me. “She used to have a binder of every Disney princess ever. Then a whole section of the country she wanted to rule after.”

“How the hell did I miss that?” Speedy mumbles to himself.

Pepper shrugs. “She’s always been good at looking after her own secrets.”

I frown. “If that was true, how’d you find out?”

Pepper smirks. “I snooped through your drawers on a dare.”

We all turn to Speedy. It had him written all over it. “Like you’re surprised.” Speedy doesn’t deny it. “As much as you rough housed us, you were still a girl.”

“You’re turn, loser.” Pepper said to him, impatient. I chuckled because so far, Pepper was the one in last place.

“I hated living in Mystique.” Speedy confessed.

Pepper shook his head. “You can’t be serious.”

“But, I am,” Speedy nudges his head to me. “Moggie, tell him why.”

I sighed. I never thought he would bring this up. “Because everyone compared his performance to yours, Pepper. You were the athlete prodigy and everyone in the town felt like he was just your shadow.”

“You know that was complete bullshit, right?” He walks past me to comfort Speedy. “I never could touch your ball-handling or the 3-point shots. And you killed me in that kicker position. The one I really wanted.”

“Back then, it didn’t matter.” Speedy said. “They saw you going places, but me… I was the airy misfortune who got lucky because I was friends with you.”

“Why didn’t you tell me, then?”

“Because you were a mess after Moggie, man.” He kept being transparent. “You shut everything out, even me. It hurt for a while because I only felt like you were the one person, besides Vickie and Moggie, who believed in me.”

“Man,” Pepper looked frozen with guilt. “I didn’t know… how disconnected I really was.”

Speedy smiled softly at him while smacking his stomach. “Forget it. It was a long time ago, and we ended up leaving that ghost town, anyways.”

“I eat my pizza only with pineapple slices on the cheese,” I blurted out. They stared at me before their eyes started to water from holding in their erupted laughter.

“Strip, Moggie.” Pepper ordered while he shook his head.

“Yeah, like we don’t remember you devouring that whole meat lover thing after you got high with Julia from our school's game,” Speedy pointed out. “WOW, Julia Eisenhower! Remember her, Pep?”

“I try not to,” Pepper said as he looked at me, waiting to see me disrobe. I lifted my sweatshirt over my shoulders and threw it near his jacket. He licked his lips, eyeing my brown satin bralette. We were the only ones showing skin. I needed to catch Speedy in a lie next.

I moved to the couch. Speedy sat in the loveseat across from me. Pepper followed up, next to him. “Wasn’t she the one who followed Pepper around like a lost puppy? She only hung around me to get information on him.”

“Yeah she even begged me to-,” Pepper hit Speedy’s chest before he could finish.

I frowned. “No more secrets. Come on.”

Pepper complained. “It’s not even worth mentioning.”

I turned to Speedy. I knew if I looked at him closely, he wouldn’t be able to resist. “Speed?”

“She said she would go down on me if he took her to prom.” He finished. I smiled in victory. But then I remembered Pepper took me to prom, though. After my ex dumped me right before.

“But he didn’t ask her, though.”

Speedy face changed into a petty grin. “She didn’t know he wasn’t going to then.”

“Cute,” I commented. Julia was a loose one. And kind of gullible. That was a bad combination if you were asking for a favor from Speedy. That’s the way he liked them, then. Easy. And with no complications.

Pepper rolls his eyes. “Go, whore.”

“It’s your turn, goody-two shoes.”

“You wanna talk about goody-two shoes? Okay,” Pepper’s mood was oozing with his competitive demeanor. “What’s so goody-two shoes about fucking your sister?”

No…. I braced myself for Speedy’s retaliation. Valerie Davis, was killed during our middle school graduation. She was hit by a drunk driver while crossing the street. They never found the guy, either. Case went cold. It took awhile for Speedy to leave his house after that. And he quit sports … for a while. Between Pepper’s after school practices and his mom working full-time as a nurse, I was the only one who ever visited him. I was the only one who saw just how broken he was. When Pepper had a chance to visit, he masked his emotions so well. He would joke around and play. He would pretend so brilliantly. Like I didn’t find him in the bathroom with bloody wrists before. Like I wasn’t the one who cleaned him up after he made me promise not to tell Pepper.

Speedy looked forward to me, amber eyes burning. “Is he lying?”

I didn’t want to be the one to confirm this, but I was the only one who saw them together. I even watched for a little bit. Their bodies were so wrapped into each other inside our secret hideout near the back of Pepper’s house. I was mad that I couldn’t pull away from seeing them in that way. I was mad he even took her there. I was envious of Valerie’s femininity. It attracted Pepper so much. And for a while, I pretended he didn’t want her that way… until that day.

I looked down before answering. “No.” Speedy got up from the couch so violently and walked over to the kitchen. Then I flinched when I heard a plate smashing the ground. “Maybe we should stop playing.”

“No, no let’s not,” Speedy tried to laugh off his rage. “I guess I should be the one to tell you I was Moggie’s first.”

Pepper’s head snapped up and crossed between the both of us. Then his eyes began narrowing towards me. “That night… you told me Dillion was.”

I was about to speak, but Speedy cut me off, crying hysterically. “Dillion was gay, Pepper. That’s why he broke up with Moggie in the first place. And you know what the killer part is? While you were pretending Moggie was so innocent… she asked me to do it.”

Pepper was the one who left now. The slammed door confirmed he was done playing. I looked at Speedy, furious as he brushed my expression off his shoulders. He removed his sweater and threw it at me.

“You can tell him that I asked you.”

I dropped his sweater on the floor. “That was bullshit.”

“Like him fucking my sister wasn’t?” Speedy snorted, picking up a cigar box. “You know he only did it to get back at both of us. He always hated being ignored.”

I didn’t respond. I left the room to find Pepper. I knocked three times.

“Go away, Mahogany.”

I took a deep breath and opened the door, anyway. I caught him pacing back and forth, trying to calm down. “Pepper… Please talk to me.”

“There’s nothing to say!” He snarled. “He always needs to one up me. It’s so childish and you….” He slowed down and turned towards the rest of the room. “You lied to me.”

“I didn’t lie,” I closed the door behind me. “That night you asked me who my first love was.”

“Are you really pushing a technicality right now?”

“Point is, I didn’t lie. Speedy did, though. He’s the one who asked me.”

He shook his head. “I don’t care about that damn game anymore, Moggie.”

“You had no right then… to bring up Valerie that way.”

He paused before responding. “I hated being called a goody-two shoes. People expected me to be a saint my entire life. But I’ve done fucked up shit too.”

“We didn’t,” I walked slowly towards him. “We knew how badly you just wanted to be seen without their expectations.”

“Yeah, being conservative and religious had no room for it,” he chuckles softly at himself. “Man, I hated being the pastor’s son.”

“But now you’re not,” I turned him around to face me. I needed to bring him back into this reality. His head hung low, eyes closed. He breathed deeply before his deep brown eyes saw me.

“You’re right, I’m not.”

“Now, apologize to Speedy about his sister.”

“Yeah…. yeah okay.”

We walk out to find Speedy cleaning up the mess of broken plate pieces scattered on the floor. I leaned on the cold counter as Pepper went to help him. This is how apologies started between them. For a moment, nothing would be said. Just silently helping the other. And then, words would follow after the action was finished.

“Look, about Valerie-,” Pepper started, stopping the broom from moving.

Speedy waved him off, with the dustpan. “Forget it. Seems like we’re even now.” They smiled briefly before they continued to clean. I relaxed even further once they started to clear the air.

But I decided this was the perfect time to change the subject. “What’s for dinner?”

“We can go out to a Pub,” Pepper suggested as he dumped the pieces into the trash. Speedy put the broom and dustpan back. “I know there’s one only 2 miles from here.”

“Going out sounds perfect, actually,” Speedy rubbed his neck. “I can use a drink.”

“I think we all can,” I agreed. I went to the living room to look for my shirt. Once I found it, Pepper’s eyes found me first. He’s frowning now. “Let’s go. I’m starving.”

“Or…” Pepper probed, eyeing me again. “Let’s order in.”

“What are you thinking about? Cause I’m hungry right now.” Speedy didn’t catch his sudden mood change. Either did I. Pepper hit his bare chest and then they both looked at me, hungrily.

I slowly walk up to the counter. “What’s going on?”

Speedy’s grin creeps up. They were clearly sharing a vibe I missed. But I didn’t care either way, as long as the food was ordered. “Nah you right, Pepper. Ordering in is fine. Pizza… right Mog? I’ll call it in.” He leaves to get the phone and goes into the room.

I sit down in one of the kitchen stools and look over the photos we all took this morning. Pepper hates taking pictures, but I love how he stood through it willingly. I chuckled. “Hey you didn’t even…” My eyes were inches away from his face. I couldn’t move after. It was because of the memorizing expression he was making.

“Mog, we’re finishing that game.” Then Pepper reached up to remove my sweatshirt from my body. “And I plan to see every inch of you, tonight.”

I was debating if I should protest, but I decided that my goal was to see every inch of him first. But he had to agree on something. It was the only way we would make it out alive. “Only if you keep it clean. No below the belt hits this time around, got it?”

He grinned, hands up surrendering. “No promises.”

“I mean the game, Pepper.”

“Oh, that? Yeah, whatever you say.”

Speedy came back with phone in hand. “She agreed?”

“Yup,” Pepper said, cheesing.

“Whatever, hurry up Speedy. Or we will start without you.” I said. He made a face and left the room when the pizza place answered.

“I think there’s liquor here actually,” Pepper got up to a wooden oak cabinet and there were rows of wine dating back to 1936.

“I don’t know, Pep,” I got up to get a closer look. “Should we even be opening this? It looks too priceless.”

“Nah. He won’t trip. Believe me, it was his family’s collection. And he’s not much of a drinker.”

“So it’s a male artist?”

“I ain’t saying, Mog.”

“But you just said-,”

“Look- do you want the wine or not?”

I huffed before taking the glass out of his hand. He was so tight lipped. I could never have my way. But with Speedy, I could. Speedy would squeal if I worked on him long enough. “My god. This is strong, Pepper. What is this?”

“It’s a 1936 Chateau Latour. His family traveled to France a lot.”

“It’s been aging since that long?”

“You just saw me open the bottle, Mog.”

I sat the drink down. “That’s probably enough for me.”

He shook his head, downing his glass. “Fucking lightweight.”

I flicked him off. And he made a face before sitting his glass down and flopping on top of me. “Pepper! Move your heavy ass.”

“No, I think I’m comfortable where I’m at.” I could hear the smile in his voice. I stretched my arms out from underneath him and started tickling his sides. “Man, quit it Mog.”

“No, this is your punishment now.”

He tried to block but I was faster. That was until he grabbed both of my wrists and threw them down against the fabric of the couch. I held my breath for some time. He was so close and my naked torso felt his skin on top of mine. It was straight heat. Then to my surprise, he lets go of my arms.

“Fuck the game.”

I was pushed down further into the couch by Pepper’s weight and he pulled my legs around him. His swollen lips brushed near my chest and I moaned a little. He moved his way up to my neck and I whimpered. These sounds were acting out like they had no control. His touches on me got pretty bold. His fingers braced my lips before his mouth met me there. The moment grew so still- yet I could feel both of our hearts pounding everywhere. I couldn’t imagine when he would stop. He kept moving and I kept reacting to every single tingling spot. It was electrifying because he was taking his time now. He wasn’t in a rush like on the plane. Every touch, every kiss, every caress felt like its own moment. I wanted to just hold it. Play it on loop for eternity. I was still getting used to him feeling me like this. Touching my body like no time was missed. He was giving me time to adjust and I wanted to thank him for it. My body would have been trembling so much more. Then he stopped. And looked up from the couch. I wondered why until I saw Speedy leaning against the wall, watching us. He doesn’t look angry. Just intrigued. Then it dawned on me. How was this even going to work? Being with both of them sexually? Clearly they both put their claim on me. But was this a take-turn situation or something else entirely?

“Please, don’t let me stop you,” Speedy comes from around the wall and sits on the loveseat across from us. “Continue.”

“You really gonna watch?” I asked in disbelief.

Speedy blankly stares. “Why wouldn’t I? I have a right to see your body ….as much as he does fucking you.”

Pepper lost it. He starts cracking up so hard now. He almost fell off the couch. “Suit yourself cause I ain’t stopping either.”

He proceeded to go back to kissing me. I don’t know how my body got ten times hotter with Speedy now being there. I tried to focus my eyes away from his stare. But it was … too intense. I looked at him the whole time Pepper was making his way down my pants now. He threw it on the ground and Speedy flexed his back out and sank more in the chair. Pepper rustling through my panties as Speedy finds my glass and sips it slowly. I couldn’t get over everything happening simultaneously. When Pepper did connect his mouth to my pussy, my body jolted forward. Speedy, out of the corner of my eyes, grabbed his dick to stop it from reacting. He wanted to watch us together. That’s why he wasn’t in a hurry for Pepper to move. Somehow this relaxed my body even more. I wanted to do whatever I could to make sure it was a phenomenal show.

“Fuck, Pepper.” I moaned and my eyes shot down to meet him. Then he continued with his tongue going in and out of me. Moving so rapidly. My breathing felt more airy. My senses were diluted with euphoria.

I didn’t purposefully do this, but my head shifted sideways in Speedy’s direction as he witnessed every reaction through me. I saw his body swirling around in the chair now. He couldn’t sit still. His eyes locked on to me and I gave him the okay. He got up so quickly and pulled his pants down. He slid his dick inside my mouth and I had to open my mouth wider to be more sure I had a good grip on him. He started to moan vigorously. Like he was anxiously awaiting for me to off him. I just let him control the movements. Speedy’s dick was slipping inside and out of my mouth while Pepper's tongue was inside and out of me. I was on pure ecstasy. Seeing them both in a vulnerable position like this drove more electric charges into my body. I was being stimulated from two places. Then Pepper switches and puts his dick inside. It was a quick adjustment but my pussy welcomed him in with no interruption. Speedy is about to reach his end and him finishing first, causing more wetness down there and Pepper released early.

“Shit. That took me by surprise,” Pepper said. “Sorry, Mog.”

“Wait. Watch out.” Speedy pulls Pepper from me and then picks me up as he sits down. I was straddling him. “Ride me now.”

I couldn’t resist his command. Especially with this new look in his eyes. Like he was hungrily seeking revenge. I was motioning through his legs and my ass was smacked from behind.

“Fuck!” I screamed in pleasure, but my eyes were closed. I had no idea who did that but it didn’t feel like Speedy’s hands. In fact, he was grabbing me the entire time. He sped up more and more and my body braced for the release. When I was done, Speedy did not let go of me. He was grinded against my pussy slowly. My eyes had rolled back a little from the motion.

“There’s my Mahogany.” Speedy kisses my forehead, then neck. And finally, my lips. I instantly melted all over him again. A towel was thrown at Speedy and he caught it before he sat me down off of him.

“Get her cleaned up,” Pepper instructed, fixing his boxer briefs. “I’ll wait for the pizza man.”

The bathroom was massive. There was a huge tub with jets on the inside. Speedy stripped the rest of me, before an orange satin robe was placed over my body. The candles had already been lit, and the only source of light dimmed the room. Speedy bent over the tub to turn the water on and his back muscles flexed. My eyes mulled over every entire inch. His physique was still a twig. But I could tell that his routine workouts toned his body a lot more. And… I have reviewed him a lot more since. Unlike Pepper, his body was free from ink. All except one spot. It was a particular tattoo near the back of his neck that spread across his back shoulder blades. They were wings. I knew that was a special one. Speedy never liked needles, but he got this to honor his sister. I knew because there was a princess tiara in the middle. One that was similar to the princess Valerie was fond of the most. Cinderella.

“Did I lose you, Moggie?” Speedy pulls me into his arms, while the bath was getting ready. “You’re staring at me quite hard.”

“That tattoo. I like it.” I said.

“Yeah? I think it helped me too,” Speedy explained. “I feel like she’s my guardian angel or something.”

“She is, Speedy,” I smiled up at him. Then I joked. “How much did you cry?”

He frowned. “Not one bit. Pepper gave me something to take the edge off.”

My eyebrows creased. “You don’t smoke.”

He waved off my assumption. “It was an edible, Moggie. And barely even one. He tore through it before I could get a decent amount in.”

I changed the subject. With Speedy so exposed, I didn’t want to talk about Pepper anymore. I nudged toward the water. “I think it’s done.”

“Oh, shit, you’re right,” he said, turning his body to stretch his long arms reached toward the tub. Then he smiles, diabolical. “Should I push you in?”

I immediately jumped up before he had the chance. “No way in hell you’re getting my hair wet.”

He shrugs. “After you then.”

I removed the satin robe and his amber eyes watched it drop to the floor before his gaze follows from the floor to my exposed body. I climb in and sink into the bubbles filled with lavender and honey. I haven’t had an oil fused bath in years. I was giddy that he remembered my favorite scents. Speedy didn’t take long to join in soon after. His black towel dropped and to my surprise, he tried his best not to splash me. His face remained a natural calm as he sank lower into the bubbles. His nostrils flared in and out when the scents overwhelmed him. Speedy always had a sensitivity to smells. But at least, I was glad he endured because of me.

“Hey,” I gathered his arms around me as I laid back on his chest. “What are you thinking about?”

“Honestly,” His laughter vibrated my head a little. “Home.”

“Ah, so he does miss it ?”

“I mean, how could I not?” Speedy replied. “As shitty of a town it was… I met you there, Moggie.”

“We caused a lot of havoc, didn’t we?”

“I’ll say,” he agreed. “Remember the toilet paper ficasto?”

“In middle school?” I tried to get the exact date. “It was right before thanksgiving. You and Pepper thought it was a good present for Principal Wellis to come back to. How’d you even pull that off? Breaking in?”

“One of the lunch ladies had a thing for me,” he pointed out. “I may have used it to my advantage and swiped one of her keys.”

“Mystique’s ladies’ man,” I said. “And the athletic prodigy. How did I get so lucky?”

“How did we? I mean-Miss Mystique of 2014.” Speedy pointed back. His arms felt like warm noodles around me. He started using the exfoliating glove for my back. It felt like welcoming tiny needles.

“I hated being in that pageant, you know.”

Speedy chuckles as he smoothes over my arms with soapy bubbles. “I know. But it was to crush Amanda. And you were so determined to see her cry when she lost.”

“My mom was overjoyed when I brought it up to her. You know her and her sisters were focused on participating every year.”

“And you outshined them all, Moggie. And Amanda Hillshire-though her father owned half the town-went on a rampage after. She started skipping school and hanging out with the druggies.” Speedy laughed even more now. “I think that was the best revenge plan I have ever seen.

“Well, she shouldn’t have spread those rumors about you, Speed.”

“I can’t believe you did all that for me,” he mumbled. “I was a wreck back then.” With his sister passing and his mom facing the banks on the house, it wasn’t easy for Speedy to hold him and his mom together. I knew I had to still look after him in my own way. Even after he cut me out, for a while.

“Yeah,” I sank down in the water to see his face upside down. “But you were my mess.”

He splashed me and I coughed from the water. “Get out before you get all pruned.” I stuck my tongue out before hopping out of the water. He flashed a coy warning. When I put the white towel around me, I saw his head go underwater before coming back up. “Don’t worry. I’ll be out in a minute. Tell Pepper not to eat every slice.”

I left the bathroom after drying off with the towel on my head. Speedy ended up wetting my hair, but I wasn’t mad. That was the first time someone I love took care of me this way. I was too relaxed for any counter measure. When I made it back to the living room, I saw the pizza on the kitchen island. It was already half gone. I shook my head.

“You know Speedy is gonna riot,” I called, picking up my slice. I was halfway through it when I realized Pepper was nowhere to be seen. When I moved closer around the couch, I screamed. All I could see was Pepper collapsed on the floor and the living room table partially shattered where he hit his head going down.

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