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“I guess we're both taking things that don't belong to us,” Glinda said with a slight smirk.
Elphaba froze in her place and stared at the other woman. Her face had taken a deeper hue of green as the rage bubbled from her core. Her grip on the broom tightened enough to cause a slight creak. Her eyes, often doe-like, shrank to slits. Angry was an understatement.
Elphaba was livid.
“How. Dare You?!” She enunciated each word.
“How dare I?” Glinda replied, shocked. “You have some nerve asking me that after what you did.”
“What I did?” Elphaba replied, appalled. “It doesn’t even begin to compare—”
“You betrayed me—”
“BETRAYAL?!” Elphaba shouted, eyes widened.
Then, she did something completely unexpected— she laughed. Cackled in Glinda’s face with a humor that didn’t reach her heart. It was a sound of frustration. One made from the sheer audacity of another person. A noise used to soothe the demons in the depths of one’s mind. Their voices were increasing in volume, and Elphaba knew better than to listen. Though the urge was strong.
“That is rich coming from the wizard’s puppet,” Elphaba spat.
“Excuse me—”
“Fiyero made a choice,” Elphaba interjected. “He chose to rid himself of the wizard’s strings and stand on his own. For what’s right—”
“And you’re right for him?” Glinda scoffed. “Don’t make me laugh.”
“I bet it bothers you that someone like him would choose someone like me,” Elphaba retorted, taking a step toward her. "It doesn't help that you treat him just like the wizard treats you. Like an object. Or worse, like an animal."
“Stop it!”
“No number of inventions, pretty pink dresses, or a perfect smile will change the fact that you are a powerless—
“Shut up!” Glinda said, backing away.
“Pathetic!” Elphaba took another step forward.
“I said shut up!” Glinda’s back was pressed against the side of the house.
“Vapid wannabe witch that had to manipulate a man into lovin—”
“Guards!” Glinda shouted with a feigned expression of terror. “Arrest her. Arrest the wicked witch!”
A swarm of men in green coats surrounded Elphaba in an instant. They held her arms firmly behind her back and pulled her away from the “shaking” pink beauty. The woman of emerald skin was not shocked nor surprised by her actions.
She simply shook her head and said, “ Once a traitor, always a traitor.”
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a/n: elphaba was too nice in the film. she should've been meaner :/
anyway, hi!!! i missed you guys! been hella busy lately. was in the mood to write a little something. stay tuned! also, how did we feel about frankenstein (2025)? should i write a something for it? let me know!
Was the writing of Rebirth ended indefinitely? Sorry I couldn't find anything about it, and I just found it, and my heart shattered at the date of the last update! ;-;
There are about eight parts. I updated the Demon Slayer Masterlist
I feel like that is a great place to end.
But, I am possibly thinking of starting a new series with a love triangle featuring Giyu, Sanemi and the reader.
Kimetsu No Yaiba
key: 🌶️- Smut ; 💔- Angst ; ☁️- Fluff Tengen Uzui Revenge Rebirth-- The not-so-beloved fourth wife of the Sound Hashira plans to leave her old life behind to start anew. Finding a new purpose, a long-lost love, and happiness along the way. (🌶️💔☁️) Parts: One; Two; Three; Four; Five; Six; Seven; Eight
Rengoku Kyojuro Drabble: In which the Flame Hashira Survives (🌶️)
Giyuu Tomioka Drabble: A late-night visit from an old lover(🌶️💔) Drabble: The reader has been avoiding the Water Hashira (💔)
Kanroji Mitsuri Drabble: The flower pillar gets herself in trouble with her partner (🌶️)
“You’ve been avoiding me.”
Tomioka Giyu never said more words than necessary to express himself. Filler expressions had not existed in his vocabulary. Rarely have I heard him use “I think” or “I feel” as prefixes for his statements. He was very direct in his delivery. There was never room for skepulation in with the words he chose. They were exactly his thoughts and nothing more. Sometimes they were simply his observation. A fact in his eyes.
“You have finished your treatment and rehabilition period,” I replied with my back turned to him. “There is no need for us to communicate.”
His steps were quick and silent, but the movement of his body toward mine was something I was accustomed to. Even without watching him, I knew Giyu would reach for my left side. His fingers were always itching to caress my beloved broach. A gift from last year’s mid-autumn festival. The first time we spent time together outside of the Butterfly mansion. The first time our courtship was made public. The first sign that this relationship had become real. We didn’t have to capture stolen moments any longer. No more storage closets, empty rooms and riverside rendezvous. There was no need to hide thse feelings from our colleagues, our family.
We were real.
Our love was real.
Until he said it wasn’t.
I twirled out of his reach and ended up even further away from him than before. The plant sheers were still in my hand, but the sapling was resting safely on the table. My front was facing him, then, and my gaze was locked onto his face. Giyu’s eyes fell to where his broach once was. The expression on his face was a mix of shock and bewilderment. But, he managed to snap right back into a non-chalant stare.
The expectation was that the area would be empty, rendering the left side of my haori bare. It would signal to Giyu that there was still room in my heart for him. A chance for him to make it all better. A chance to get back together. The bewilderment came when he realized the space was not empty, but replaced by something different. Something permanent.
“The rumors are true,” he stated, clenching and unclenching his first.
“Depends on which ones you’re referring to,” I replied, folding my arms across my chest.
His eyes fell to the flower embroidered on the garment. The silk thread depicted a lotus. The tips of the flower were a shimmering ivory, with silver flecks twinkling in the light. It gradually faded to a pale purple. It was a pinkish, purple but cooler in hue. Like a chilled shade of lilac. The colors were in perfect harmony and amplfiled the emerald green haori’s design ten fold. The flower gave the illusions of a blossoming new love.
“Your relationship Sameni,” Giyuu started, his eyes stilled trained on the lotus. “When did it start?”
“The moment you left.”
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a/n: i finally had a moment to watch the film! it was amazing!!!! new series??? what do we think??? the johnny storm piece is harder to write for some reason. it'll work itself out-- hopefully!
Which piece would you like read first?
Johnny Storm x Secret Wife!Reader: Famed Womanizer in love with a civilian
Abby x LoneHunter!Reader: Tragedy leaves a Hunter solo in the streets of Korea
Superman x ExoticDancer!Reader: A break-up leads Clark to a Burlesque Club
All of these stories will feature black, plus-sized protagonists. They will most likely result in a spicy session towards the end.
Please do let me know if you would like to be on the initial taglist for any of these pieces.
“Can I have more strawberries, Daddy?” Madeline asked sweetly.
“Of course, baby girl,” Bill scraped a few berries from his plate and slid them onto her. “Do you want me to cut your pancakes for you?”
She nods enthusiastically, two of his strawberries already in her mouth. Her eyes were bright and warm, like pools of honey in the low light of the morning. The look on her face was pure and cheerful. A breakfast made for kings before her. Pancakes topped with strawberries and fresh-squeezed orange juice. All her favorites on one plate. Ironically, it was Bill’s favorite as well. The bond they had was peculiar to most. Their similarities were astonishing, despite not being biologically related.
Madeline, ever the little sponge, picked up his habits. Like the way Bill chews in slow, methodical movements, savoring every bite before swallowing. Or, how he drinks his orange juice after his plate is cleared. Even the way she walks has changed. She's picked up Bill's knack for speed walking up the road. Hands behind her back, leaning forward slightly. It was fascinating seeing how she began to shed the biological habits from her paternal father and chosen her daddy's. Almost like she was rinsing him out of her system.
“Auntie Y/N,” Lisa asked, between bites. “Can I have two more pancakes?”
A warm smile fell on my lips as I flipped the remaining pancakes on the griddle. “Only two, huh?”
“Well, I gotta leave room for my eggs and bacon,” she replied with a sweet smile.
I shook my head slowly and held my hand out for her paste, which she happily provided. “Every time you come here, you eat your weight in pancakes. Your mama don't feed ya, or something?”
Lisa grabs the plate with a half-guilty expression. “She doesn't really like cooking American food. When she does, there's an Asian twist”. The teenager pours the butter-infused syrup over the hot cakes and smiles. “And, you make the best food in Mississippi, Auntie. I can't resist.”
I shake my head slowly while tsking. “Not you trying to butter me up while eating me out of house and home. I oughtta ban you from Saturday breakfast—”
“You can try,” Lisa countered, chewing slowly. “But Uncle Billy will always let me in. Or, sneak me a plate.”
My eyes flickered to Bill, who was purposely avoiding eye contact. “Nothing to say, Ole husband of mine?”
The smirk on his face widened as he swallowed slowly. “Nothing you'd like to hear.”
I mustered a look a playful fury and “hmph” rather loudly. Turning my back to the counter, I removed the remaining pancakes and greeted the flat top once again. I poured the eggs over the heated surface and used my spatula to move them around delicately. I watched as the liquid turned fluffy, before sprinkling the cheese atop. I added a bit of water to the surface before covering the mountain with a metal bowl. Effectively melting the cheese on the golden peaks.
I felt his hard body against my back before his arms circled around my waist. I leaned back, comfortable in his embrace. His soft lips pressed a sweet kiss on the side of my face. My eyes fluttered closed for a moment, taking in his cinnamon and sandalwood scent. It held my nostrils hostage in the best way possible. It was familiar and secure. It was distinct to our marriage and the home we created. The soap was the first gift I had ever gotten him.
After Maddy’s recovery, Bill decided to take the two of us on a field trip to the other part of town. The nicer part. Right across the street from Bo and Grace’s residence was a house. It was simple. Two stories with a generous porch and plenty of windows. The lights seemed to dance in the foyer when we stepped inside. Its sunlight illuminated the entire space and made it more welcoming. The kitchen was large and open, big enough to place a table in the corner. Maybe a dozen or so pies on the counter. Along with a spread of other goodies. The living room had a mahogany finish and a grand fireplace. Perfect for telling stories and gathering. There were four rooms: a master suite, two medium-sized spaces, and a room that would be perfect for a study. And, a backyard with a whole lot of potential.
Bill proposed right there in our living room, shaking and stammering like a love-sick puppy. He said something about how the marriage didn't have to be romantic. He'd be fine just watching Maddie grow up. Bill tried his hardest to remain neutral about his feelings, but pieces of his heart trickled to his sleeve. He wanted to be with us as much as he possibly could. It would ease his mind. He'd worry that he'd arrive too late if something were to happen.
I didn’t say a word. Simply draped my arms around his neck and gave him the kiss of a lifetime. My knees grew weaker the longer we embraced. Bill had to lift me. My body swooned, and I was ready to take him upstairs. My romantic feelings for Bill were still jumbled. The hormones from the pregnancy and the wounds Stack left were just starting to scab over. One wrong move and I'll bleed again. Yet, I knew Bill was the perfect man for me. Not only what he could provide— a stable, honest, a lasting career as a baker and a house bigger than my previous residence— but the intention behind his actions. Bill was content simply living alongside me for the rest of our days. He didn’t care about our relationship status, only that we remained close together.
He was generous with his caring spirit and patient with his feelings. I had a sneaking suspicion he was attracted to me for years. From his goofy smile every time I looked at him to the way his kindness never wavered. Even after seeing me in the worst possible situations: active labor, post-birth depression, and emotional turmoil. He was there through it all, a silent witness to the train wreck that was my life. He didn't judge, nor did he run away once the mask slipped. He simply pulled me closer. An action I needed more than ever then.
I wasn’t completely in love with him by the time he proposed, but I knew I was on my way there. He was the north star in the middle of the darkness; I would follow him anywhere.
A series of knocks echoed through the house. Bill pressed another kiss to my braids before heading to the door. I turned the stove off and slowly piled the fluffy eggs onto a serving platter. A chorus of laughter and loud pats traveled to the kitchen from the foyer. The voices grew louder as the bodies got closer. I lifted the steaming eggs from the stove and placed them on the small dining table a few feet away.
“Lisa, can you set another place for our guest?” I asked before lowering the eggs in the middle of the space.
“Yes, Ma'am,” she replied, before stealing another bite and running to the cupboard.
The early morning sun illuminated the doorway of the room, making it hard for the guest to appear from the shadows. Something he was accustomed to doing. The light illuminated his brown skin beautifully, giving it an ethereal glow. His brown eyes were saddened and almost hollowed without a subject. But when they filled with familiarity and love when finding mine. A smile crept onto his somber face as he removed the hat from his head and stepped completely into the kitchen.
“Elijah Moore, as l live and breathe," I said with a smirk. “Long way from home, I see.”
“Chicago was never home,” he replied, slowly closing the distance between us. “Why you acting like you ain't know this, sis?”
“A country boy at your core,” I chuckled, pulling him in for a hug. “I'm glad you're back.”
Smoke released the breath he was holding and melted into the embrace. The walls around his heart slowly melted as the fear of rejection faded. He held me tightly. As if trying to actualize my existence. Like he was waiting for this moment for centuries. The energy radiating from him was that of relief and melancholy. I could feel the pain of the war when viewing his spirit. It was traumatic and brutal. The loss of comrades. The illness and spread of infection. Returning to a segregated country. The need for money and the stripping of benefits. The enticement of gang life. The fall of Capone. The Bloody Valentine massacre.
I could see it all.
And he knew it too.
There were things exchanged that wouldn’t be heard by other ears, only ours. Apologies and promises for better futures. The healing of familial wounds and the conclusion of a decade-long search for community.
The realization that it was Mississippi all along.
A gentle pull on my skirt alerts me to our surroundings, and I pull away to greet her tiny face.
“Yes, Sweetheart?” I asked, crouching to her level.
She leans forward and presses her strawberry-stained lips to my ear. I cringe at the stickiness but remain in my place.
“Why is the scary man from the market here?” She whispered, cupping her little hand around my ear. “Why did Daddy let him in?”
She gave smoke a pointed look before turning back to me.
I smiled warmly and covered her little ear with my cupped hand. “Remember last week you asked why Charlie and Roy looked alike?”
She nodded slowly and looked back at the towering man. I could almost see the wheels turning in her little head, before she released a loud gasp.
“You have a twin?” She asked, facing Smoke directly. Just as fearless as she was shocked.
“Sure do, little lady,” he replied, unable to suppress his smile. “You may have seen him the other day with your mom."
“Sure did!” She said, almost shaking her head in disgust. “He was so mean. All pushy and loud. I almost called my daddy on him.”
Smoke released a hardy laugh that warmed the space. His eyes flickered over to Bill, who simply shook his head in disbelief at the confession. It was clear to Smoke that Madeline’s Daddy was her entire world: protector and all. She would always run to him if there was a predator on the horizon. Although the sentiment was sweet, there was truth beneath the surface. Not only was Bill an esteemed martial artist back in his home country, but he was a crack shot. He was something nasty with a rifle, a talent not many knew about. Not even the Moore twins. But I did. Watched him disarm and knock a man clean out in less than a minute. Didn't raise his voice, didn't buck back at him. Simply acted.
It was the sexiest thing I had ever seen.
“Well, next time he comes around hollering at your mama, you come get me,” Smoke playfully pokes his chest. “I'll straighten him out.”
“And who are you?” She asked, looking up at him suspiciously.
“I'm Elijah Moore,” Smoke responded, holding out his hand. “But you can call me Uncle Eli.”
She looked back at me, as if to confirm the validity of his proclamation.
I give her a knowing look, and she springs into action.
She took his hand and gave it a firm shake. “Nice to meet you, Uncle Eli. I hope you're hungry. Mama made Saturday breakfast.”
“She did?” He replied, shaking her hand back. “Hopefully there's enough food for me.”
“There's always room at our table for you, Smoke,” Bill replied, putting a hand on his shoulder. “Don't ever question that.”
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a/n: thank you for your patience and for tuning in. you guys are truly amazing. I have two stories rolling around in my head. Please check out the linked poll to vote on which one you would like to see first. as always, let me know if you'll would like another chapter of this. i kinda want to keep it wholesome, what do you think?
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Can you please put your sinners series of stack & the character where she had his child in a list so we know which part is which?
Got you! Here is the Sinner's Masterlist.
Sinners Masterlist
Lied To You--- When a night of passion leads to a baby, and Stack finds out seven years too late.
Part(s): One, Two, Three, Four, Five
Character Index: William Chow
Do you have a face claim for William? Idk how to imagine him
In my mind, he looks like Paing Takhon
Should I write a KPOP Demon Hunters Piece with a Black Reader?
I would love to read this!!!! Give it to me expeditiously!!!!!!!
Don't know what that is, but I would be down to read it
Watched the movie last night and fell in love.
“Did you know?” Stack asked, staring Mary directly in the eye.
“Know what?” Mary snapped back at him.
“About Y/N and her daughter,” Stack clarified.
He was scarily calm. It was one of the only times anyone had ever seen him that way. Even when Mary raised her voice at him and shamed him for leaving. His expression was melancholic and somber. He didn’t raise his voice. Didn’t crack a joke. Didn’t even bat an eye when Mary came hooting and hollering into the juke. For the first time in a long time, Stack was silent. His mind was whirling into oblivion. Thoughts rendering him mute and unapproachable. He had tried to put on a brave face and keep his usual smiley demeanor. But it was only a shadow of who he once was. A mask to hide behind his true self. Or, more like a new self.
A father?
Mary visibly stiffened and gripped the front of her dress. Bracing herself for his reaction. “Yes, I did.”
Stack shook his head and turned to walk away.
“Wait! Just let me—” Someone immediately cut between them, delaying her pursuit of him.
It was two lovers, swirling along with the music. Completely mindless to everything and everyone around them. Mary gazed upon them. Taking in their brown skin in the low light and bright, white smiles. She, also, had inner turmoil plaguing her soul. As much as she loved Stack, she knew it was forbidden. Not because of their skin color, but because of their history. Being raised together, alongside Anne and Y/N. She knew the twins were very protective of them— their families were burned at the stake for practicing witchcraft. The four of them were orphans, something they all bonded over. Something Mary couldn’t fathom, since she had her mother. She hated the way the twins looked at them— starry-eyed and full of hope. Knowing that if they wanted to settle down someday, it would be them they would choose. Leaving her out of the union completely.
She would be left alone, possibly forever.
When Mary finally caught up to Stack, she saw him heading straight to Annie. His head was bowed, and his fists were clenched at his sides. Almost like a puppy with its tail tucked between its legs. He whispered something to her behind the counter, which prompted her to nod and gesture for Grace to take over. The two sauntered from the bar and into a back room.
Something that Smoke immediately caught and silently questioned.
“You know what I’m gonna ask you,” Stack said silently, almost in a whisper. As if he were too ashamed or terrified to say it aloud. It would make the situation that much more real. Make his absence that much more painful.
“About Madeline?” She raised an eyebrow, studying his face closely.
He tried not to let the look of astonishment cross his face, but failed. Stack had finally learned the little girl’s name after hours of pondering. He was happy with the choice. Y/N had named her after her mother. A fearless woman, tougher than any man he’d come across.
She was a seer. Could predict the future mere days before it would happen. Sometimes, even weeks before, depending on the gravity of the case. She had seen her own death in her dream, days before it happened. Saw the white hoods and chains behind her closed eyes. Felt the heat and pain of the fire against her skin. She was only given two days before the Klan came knocking on her door and used every second of it. She wrote down all her spells in the family grimoire, kept notes about her apothecary by her bedside, and a letter for her daughter on where to go when everything was done.
Madeline didn’t utter a sound when she was being burned. She simply closed her eyes and pictured her daughter’s smile while the flames consumed her.
At least that was what she told Y/N in a dream.
Stack nodded, unable to trust his words.
“I’m pretty sure you don’t need me to tell you that she’s your baby,” Annie replied, hands resting on her hips. “Your eyes work just as good as mine.”
He released a breath and pinched the bridge of his nose. “I wish she had told me. Things could’ve been different.”
“Before or after you started robbing trains with your brother,” she chided with a scowl.
“Anne, please,” Stack begged. “Can we not do this now?”
“We have to. Whether you like it or not,” she chastised, stepping closer to him. “You cannot come back here after seven years and think you have the right to anything. Leave Y/N out of your mess. She has moved on. I think you should do the same.”
“But, Madeline—”
“You may have fathered that child, but she already has a daddy,” Annie interjected. “She does not know you, Elias.”
He thought back to Madeline and her chubby brown face. How she looked at him with such disdain and irritation. She was so protective of her mother, but smart enough not to challenge him too much. So, she asked permission before heading over to get someone who could handle him. Her daddy. Someone who wasn't him.
“And who would that be?” He asked, after a moment of silence.
“I already told you to leave her—”
“Annie, please!” The desperation in his voice was something she had never heard.
Desperate and Stack never went together. He would always find a way to get what he wanted, however he wanted it. He wasn't above cheating, stealing, or lying. He'd rather be a criminal than be without his desires. But, he couldn't do that with Y/N. She wasn't the type to be pleased by it. Her calm spirit healed him in ways he didn’t he couldn't comprehend. Seeing her was the true homecoming. She had gotten even more beautiful with age. Still tall, thick with ass for days. But she had an air that was unrecognizable. An elegance that wasn't there before. Motherhood looked good on her.
“Please, what?” Smoke asked from the doorway.
Stack groaned loudly and clenched his jaw. “We'll be out in a minute.”
“Sure you will,” Smoke closed the door behind him. “But not after you tell me what got your head all screwed up. I'm guessing it has to do with Y/N, since you only ever bother Annie about her.”
“Leave it alone, Smoke,” Stack warned. “This doesn't concern you.”
“See, I think it does,” Smoke replied, closing the distance between them. “You're holed up in a storage closet, begging Annie for information rather than watching the door like I told you to.”
“Let him be,” Annie interjected. “He has a good reason.”
“And what would that be?” Smoke cocked an eyebrow.
Annie gave him a wary look before turning to Stack. The weight in her gaze made the man sigh heavily and shake his head. He couldn't lie to his brother, even if he wanted to.
“Sh-she was. . . She had. . . uh. . . “ Stack stammered.
“Spit it out, fool,” Smoke shot back.
“You're an uncle, baby,” Annie nearly whispered.
Smoke's entire body went frigid, and his expression softened completely. His eyes searched Annie's for any deception or mischievous intent. But there was none. She was telling the truth; he could feel it. His heart swelled as the words sank in. A mixture of sorrow and excitement. He still mourned the loss of his baby, but the idea of being an uncle made him giddy. It had been forever since there was a baby in their immediate family. Even longer for Annie's side. A child was a blessing, a truth Smoke knew all too well.
“I'm guessing you didn't know?” Smoke questioned.
“Of course I didn't!” Stack replied. “It would've changed everything.”
“It sure would've,” Smoke agreed.
A silence fell amongst them, uncomfortable and humid. Memories started to resurface. For Annie, it was the night her baby went with the ancestors. She was born sleeping, the sweet girl. Her sweet face made a thousand cuts on her parents' souls. They would never forget the shade of blue. For Smoke, it was the weeks after. The way Annie buried herself in her work and slowly shut him out. The way she could hardly look at him without crying. Without apologizing. For Stack, it was when Y/N found out about Marie. Her calm nature was fighting against the rage pooling in her heart. She screamed at him, so viscous and raw, to leave her alone. Never come back. I don't want to see you again. Like the idiot he was, Stack went running right back to Marie.
Smoke's eyes found Annie's. “How is she? Y/N, I mean. And the baby?”
“Happier than ever,” a smile fell on her lips. “William takes good care of them.”
Stack jerked back as if someone had struck him. “William? Bo's little brother? Bill?”
A soft smile fell on Smoke's face as he took in the information. He was glad it was Bill who stepped in to raise his niece. William had a kindness that couldn't be faked. He was genuinely loving and nurturing. Smoke watched him nurse a dove back to health after its wing broke. He fed the stray cats in the alley when they were younger. And when he was a baker's apprentice, Bill made sure to give them extra goodies on the sly. A donut, a bagel, or even a loaf of bread.
Smoke knew back then that Bill was in love with Y/N. The smile he wore while looking at her was raw and authentic. He would die for her. Kill for her. Do anything she'd ever ask without hesitation. Silently, Smoke wished Y/N had never gotten tied up with Stack. She was too good for him. Loving, selfless, and empathetic. Everything Stack wasn't. Everything he'd attempt to steal from himself— he was greedy in that way. The worst part was that he didn't notice it. Wasn't conscious of his exploitative ways. Something that infuriated Smoke to no end. Everyone knew Mary was his first love. The sole owner of his heart. Except for Stack. Which was why he tried chasing Y/N. A weak attempt to run away from his confusing love for the girl. Sure, he had feelings for Y/N. But they weren’t as deep. More surface-level, possessive. Almost like, “that pretty thing is mine and no one else's”. It made Smoke sad to think about. No one deserved to be caged up in that way. She deserved to be free. Free to see the past is brother and see the good that was waiting for her. See the handsome baker willing to climb mountains and cross valleys for her. Someone who would rather harm themselves than break her heart. Someone who would risk it all. Just how he would for Annie.
"Good for her," Smoke said, before leaving the room.
He made a mental note to stop by the bakery to see her the next day and hopefully see his niece.
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a/n: you know I had to post something this weekend!!! come on now. i appreciate the love y'all pour me every day. i didn't think anyone would want such an original story. y'all proved me wrong.
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Hey :) I was just wondering if you’ll be continuing the Stack x black reader fic. Your writing is immaculate by the way. I understand if you’re unable to as you might be busy.
“As you wish, sweetheart," Bill replied with a kiss.
I let myself melt into his embrace. Blindly, I followed his gentle guidance to our bed. The back of my knees hit the plush duvet, and I slowly lowered my rear upon it. It was then that Bill broke our kiss. He dropped to his knees without a second thought. His hands were pushing the nightie up my legs before I could blink. He placed hot kisses on my bare thighs earning moans from me.
One strong hand was placed on stomach, Bill pushed my body towards the bed until my back was flat against it.
"Just relax, baby," he says, dragging his tongue over my covered folds. "I got you."
No matter how long we've been together, or how many times he puts his head between my legs, William will always reassure me. Always tell me that he has me. He'll keep me safe. He'll make me feel real good. Bill doesn't need to say this, his actions speaks for themselves. It feels good that he does, though. Showed me that my safety was his first priority. My vulnerability was protected. His love was a divine shield.
I could always count on him, even in the pits of hell. William Chow will be by my side. A self appointed guardian.
His tongue dragged across the covered damp folds, before his nose pressed against the seat of my panties. Bill inhaled deeply, kneading my thighs tenderly. "How much do you want me, baby?"
"So much, my love," I purred, adjusting my position so I'm resting on my elbows. "Are you gonna make me feel good?"
"Of course, darling," he replied, moving my damp panties to the side. "I'm gonna make you scream."
His soft lips found my pearl instantly and gave it a gentle suck. My legs twitched and my breath hitched. Bill releases the bud. His hot tongue slithers down my slit until the bunched up underwear. Groaning in frustration, he lifted his head from my warm center and took hold of the underwear. I lifted my hips from the bed and allowed him to yank the fabric down my legs. His mouth was back on my heat before I could blink. Lapping and licking in feverish succession.
My back started to arch from the mattress as his fingers found my entrance. They sunk in the leaky crevice slowly. A throaty moan poured from me as they immediately hooked upward. My fingers gripped the bedsheets fiercely, as my toes curled upon his back. My mouth released hot short breaths as the pressure took over every fiber of my being.
"Baby, please. . . please," the words left my lips before I consciously knew what I said.
I had no idea what I was begging for and why. Please don't stop? Please keep going? Bill didn't need me to remind him of my needs. He anticipated them. He knew my body just as well as I did. Knew when to drive me wild. When to keep me wanting more. Or, when to give me everything in quick succession. Surrendering it all to me before any second thoughts. It had been one of those nights. The need to burn off the Stack debacle so great it had to happen quickly. Our passion is like gasoline on an abandoned fire. We needed to show each other just how much we loved one another. How active and ferocious that love was. No one could come between us, not even a past lover.
He had nothing on my husband.
The climax fell upon me like a bucket of water. Shocking and intense. My eyes squeezed shut as my grip on the sheets intensified as the wave of pleasure drove me over. My hips bucked against his lips as hot pants left my lips.
“Oh God. . . Bill,” I slurred, tossing my head to the side. “Don’t stop. . .”
And he didn’t. The pleasure was intense, but soothing. It was consistent and relentless. Just like my husband.
After the second wave spilled from me, Bill started kissing up my curly mound and plush stomach. He lifted the nightgown up along the way. Once he reached my breasts, Bill sucked in a breath. He stared at them, still covered in satin. He licked his lips, wanting nothing other than to have them in his mouth. I lifted my back from the bed and continued to raise the dress over my head. His mouth was back on me the moment I tossed the dress to the side. The searing kiss on my lips was almost startling— his need was stronger than I’d ever seen it. My hands blindly reached for his waistband. I could feel the firmness of his member and it gave me shivers all over.
William Chow was big.
Almost as long as a standard ruler with a decent amount of girth.
I always cursed the gods for giving him the condition. It was almost like they were taunting me. Dangling the beautifully curved, veined shaft in my face. Knowing that I will not be able to enjoy it completely. Knowing I couldn’t do every filthy thing that crossed my mind the moment I first saw it. Couldn’t ride it like a stallion, in fear that I might break my husband further. I couldn’t suck on it like a lollipop, since it would take too much effort to get my desired result. Couldn’t stick it between my breasts and lick the tip. Couldn’t tie him up and palm it until he spilled. Couldn’t have Bill bend me over the counter and fuck me like the world was ending. Couldn’t take every inch of him and utter “I love you” while looking into his eyes.
Bill pulled back just a little bit to shove his pants off, exposing the glistening glory. He was harder than I had ever seen. Veins pulsing on the side. Slit oozing and red. He looked absolutely delectable. I ran my eyes over his member again and noticed something. . . different. His heavy balls were not hanging freely as they usually were— they were lifted. A subtle glint caught my eye the closer I looked at the abnormality.
“What did you. . . ?” I trailed off, raising my eyes to meet his.
“I found a book about ancient pleasure methods recently and had a leather smith fashion me something called a ‘cock ring’,” Bill replied, climbing on the bed. Massive body hovering over my plump one. “It is supposed to help erections last for upward of an hour, depending on how tight it is.”
“Are you sure it’s safe?” I said with a worried expression on my face.
Bill’s face softens at my words. A mixture of adoration and sadness sank into his brown eyes. The realization that my love was far greater than my need for erotic pleasure made his heartache. My husband leans forward and takes my chin between his fingers. He looked into my eyes with such heavy lust that I almost forgot where we were.
“I tested it a few times this week,” he purred, pressing kisses to my face. “And it works like a charm.”
I raised my eyebrows in disbelief and blinked slowly. “Does is . . . hurt at all?”
“Nope,” he replied, lips hovering over mine. “It feels fucking amazing.”
The following liplock was breathtaking. His tongue pushed into my mouth, just as he rested body between my legs. His pelvis was perfectly lined up with my warmth. Bill rolled his hips as his tongue explored my mouth intimately. The feel of his hard member against my womanhood was slowly driving me insane. To feel its capabilities after years of oral and finger play was a relief. A goddamn blessing. The need to be filled by him was growing by the second and my legs opened wider to accept more of his body.
My back was flat against the mattress and my legs were in the air before I realized what was happening. Bill had positioned the head of his member to my heat and started to push into me. I sucked in a breath and held it. Inch by glorious inch I took his cock into my dampened center. Moaning and groaning at the beautiful stretch. My husband watched his disappearing cock in utter disbelief. We had never made it this far. He was never hard long enough for him to fill me completely. That night was the first night I took all of him and it took a little while to adjust. But, Bill was happy to wait as long as I needed. Like the saint he was.
He started to gently rock against me. His movements were hesitant and delayed. It was almost as if he were waiting for his cock to soften at any given moment. When it hadn’t, after two minutes of straight humping, Bill’s focus turned to me. He took both my wrists in his palm and pinned them above my head. He hooked his arm under my thigh and widened my legs a little more. Pushing himself deeper into me. The assertive nature was a surprise since he was usually a love-sick puppy in bed. I was the one in charge most days, as he always prioritized my comfort. However, with the improvement of his equipment, it seemed the roles were beginning to reverse. I wasn’t upset about it, quite the opposite.
Gradually, the hesitant thrusts increased in speed and power. The headboard was probably gonna leave a dent with how hard it was hitting the wall. My lower half was glued to the mattress as my breasts bounced against my chest. My eyes were tightly shut and my head tossed to the side. The moans leaving my body were one of an animal. They were brutal, hoarse, and downright unsexy to my ears. But, they meant the world to Bill.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” he said through gritted teeth. “Let me hear how good I’m making you feel.”
Without a word, Bill raised my legs higher. Instead, of being settled at his sides, he lifted my knees from the bed and pressed them into the mattress. Spreading me wide open in the process, which pushed his cock even deeper inside of me. The same force was returned along with the speed. I felt my toes curl begin to on their own and my moans grew quieter. The pleasure was so good, that I couldn’t bring myself to vocalize it. I didn’t have the energy. I could feel my pulse around him, and my walls grew slicker. My eyes rolled back as I gripped the sheets harder— effectively ripping them from the bed.
“There we go,” Bill cooed. “That’s the face I was looking for. Are you gonna come me, darling?”
“Yes. . .” I moaned softly. “I’m so close, baby.”
The pristine movements of his hips began to falter and his breath slowly became jagged. He was close as well, but I knew he wouldn’t vocalize it. He wanted me to enjoy every second of this moment. It was the first time we had physically ever been this close and it made my heart sing. It almost felt like our Honeymoon night, when we both had something to prove. For me, it was gratitude and affection. For Bill, it was the dedication to our little family.
But, that wasn’t the first time he proved his worth to me.
Madeline had been six months at the time, and I was still in the throws of grief from my past relationship with Stack. She was looking more and more like him every day. Then, add the letters and flowers that kept arriving at my door every few weeks from him. I couldn’t read them, I knew they would make me feel even worse. But, for some reason, I couldn’t bring myself to burn them. Bill was a saint during that period of my life. He, practically, moved into my small house back then. Visiting every day before heading to work and every night before heading home. He always made sure that I bathed and ate. Practically spoon-feeding me oatmeal and stuffing bread in my mouth. He would change Madeline’s diapers and wash the soiled ones while I rested. Hang them out to dry overnight and fold them up in the morning. At that point, he was just Uncle Billy, the name gave himself.
He became Daddy when Madeline had a fever. The weather had left the house cold some nights, and we had run out of firewood. Seven-month-old Maddy had started to burn up and I couldn’t handle it. I tried everything from cool rags on her forehead to spoons of broth throughout the day. Her temperature would not go down. I knew I couldn’t go to Annie— the sight of a sick baby would be too much for her. Just when I was about to pack Maddy in a basket and run into town, Bill came stumbling in. He had bags of lemons, ginger, rosemary and potatoes. Bill cut the potato into small cubes and placed them on her feet with socks. Then, he brewed some herbs with his items. He fed the tea to Maddy and changed her head clothe routinely. Within the hour, her temperature went down and she was sleeping soundlessly.
I had asked him why he came back so early and how he knew what to do.
He had gone to Annie for me.
I felt like you needed us with you.
We were married the following month.
The orgasm washed over the both of us like a wave. Drenching us completely in its essence. I could feel Bill’s hips pause and twitch against my lower half. His member was throbbing within my snug walls as his release filled me.
“Fuck. . . yes. . . . Take all of it,” he growled, messily pumping into me. “Come on, sweetheart. Give Daddy another baby.”
“Keep talking like that and I’ll give you twins,” I smirked.
The smile that found Bill’s face almost split his face in two. “Is that a promise?”
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a/n: before you jump me, just know that I was BUSY. Ya girl is working full-time and attends night school. I was burnt out, almost completely. but we're getting better. slow progress is still progress y'all.
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“I heard the twins were back in town."
My husband’s voice floated about the room as he dried his hair. Bill was only wearing his pajama bottoms and his chest was bare. Stray droplets of water dripped from head, down his pecs and along his abs. I broke my gaze once he pulled a shirt over his bare skin, disturbing my view.
"They are," I sighed, rubbing lotion between my palms. "I saw Stack near the station, while I was picking up the shipment. Along Mary and Preacher Boy."
A shiver ran down my spine at the mention of her name from my lips. I had tried my best to avoid her at all costs. But, just like Stack, she wouldn’t take “no” for an answer. She sent letter after letter to my house. Begging and pleading to have a conversation. Claiming that her guilt was eating her up something fierce and she could barely sleep.
That was right after Maddie was born.
She even tried to come over to my house, but Bill stopped her before she could get too close to me. Practically tore her a new one for disturbing my nap after nursing the ever-hungry newborn.
I knew right then that I wanted to marry him.
Through the mirror on the vanity, I could see him rise from the bed. His fingers pressed tightly together and a deep frown on his lips. He took small steps toward me, hesitation oozing from his being. Several deep breaths fell from his lips before he met his gaze in the mirror.
"He spoke to you, didn't he?" The look of sadness deepened to one of sorrow. Almost like his soul was aching at the statement.
“He did,” I said, massaging the cream into my neck. “But, your daughter called him ugly and sent him away with a glare.”
The smile turned into a sad smile at the statement. “Fearless little thing. She gets it from you.”
I hummed softly as he reached for the cream and took a dollop from the top. He rubbed it between his palms just like I had moments before. With a firm grip, he kneaded the lotion into my shoulders. My eyes rolled closed as I leaned into his touch and moaned.
“Baby, I need to ask you something,” Bill said, after a silent moment. “Promise me you won’t be upset.”
“I’ll try my best.”
“Do you still have feelings for him?”
I shot from the bench of my vanity and spun around to face him— causing him to stumble back a few steps. “William Chow, explain yourself this minute!”
He raises his hands in surrender and takes another step back. “Baby, you knew this would come up. You always said they would come back home eventually. Part of me thought that meant you wanted to see him again.”
“No,” I snapped back. “That meant that I would have to explain to your daughter why she looks damn near identical to an absolute stranger. Not that I was in love with him!”
“Y/N, we never talk about it,” Bill rebutted, his tone softer than mine. “Not since we first got married. You pretend like the man doesn’t exist and it has left me wondering a few things.”
“Like what?” I interjected. “I will take Maddie and run away with him?”
Bill flinched like I slapped him, but didn’t say a word.
That was exactly what he thought I’d do.
A lone tear rolled down my cheek as my lip began to quiver. I turned my back to him and placed both palms on the edge of the vanity. A million thoughts swirled in my mind. Images of Stack laying his head on my chest, Mary gloating about how he did the same thing to her, Bill holding my hand during my delivery because Anne was too far away and my baby girl crying for the first time after 12 hours of labor. The vow that I made to her that I would choose a better daddy than her lying, cheating sperm donor. Someone that was kind, patient and full of love; ready to give it away at any moment.
Someone like William Chow, Bo’s baby brother. A Malaysian immigrant turned baker, damn near identical to his kin with hair past his shoulders. His strawberry and cream donuts were all I ever craved while pregnant. I would gather as much change as I had to snag two at the end of the week, he would alway sneak me an extra one. Bill was the only one to speak to me after it became very obvious I was pregnant. The whole town knew it was Stack’s, since our relationship was hardly private. But, when he left, everyone treated me like spoiled goods. Barely made eye contact and snickered behind my back. Fearing that Stack would shoot them where they stood for looking at me funny.
But, Bill was not scared of any of that. Stack loved his strawberry donuts just as much as I did. Meaning, that Stack would rather cut off his own pinky than cross Bill or the Chow family.
“After all this time, you still think he has a hold on me?” I whispered as another tear rolled down my cheeks. “After everything we’ve been through?”
“Honey, he can give you things I can’t,” Bill countered.
The silent part hinted loudly: He could give you more children.
That was William’s only fatal flaw, if one could even count it as such. He was impotent. The possibility of having children together was slim to none, which was why he remained single all that time. Some women wanted a family and others needed a kind of pleasure only a certain an could give. But, that didn’t matter to me. Sex wasn’t a deal breaker for me. I had learned that sex didn’t mean love, nor affection. It was a simple pass time that felt good. It didn’t hold emotion, unless you wanted it to. And like an idiot, I held enough emotion for Stack and I both. Yet, it still wasn’t enough to make him stay.
We had tried all kinds of herbs, old wives tales and remedies, but it hardly ever worked. His member would stiffen, but not long enough to really have fun. Still, I didn’t care. Bill more than made up for it with his mouth and fingers. He would have me screaming all the way to sunrise.
I turned to face him. I could see tears starting to form in his eyes. His tanned skin turned a faint red, as he pressed a hand to his mouth to stifle his whimpers. Bill’s shoulders shook with sadness as his chest rose and fell rapidly. The sheer thought of losing me, of losing Madeline, was tearing him apart at the seams. I had never seen him cry until that moment and it broke my heart.
I took several strides over to him, leaving a foot of space between us. “Can I hold you, baby?”
“Please,” he sobbed, lifting his head.
I took a final step and pressed my body against his. My head resting on his shoulder and my arms hugging his upper back. Bill gripped my waist with a pressure that was almost painful, but it didn’t bother me. I knew he needed me close.
“I don’t know what I’d do if I’d lose you two,” he whimpered into my hair. “I don’t think I would survive, Y/N. I truly do not.”
“I would’ve been maggot food if it weren’t for your generosity all those years ago,” I said, rubbing his back. “No man was willing to marry an already pregnant woman. Let alone the broken possession of the Moore twins. Only you would talk to me. Not only talk, but smile. God, your smile would be like sunshine on a rainy day. It kept me warm for hours.”
Bill’s whimpering stopped, but his hold was still firm. “You don’t have to lie, Y/N.”
“I’ve never lied to you, Bill. Not once since we’ve met,” I said, drawing circles on his back. “I’m not about to start now. I love you far too much to let a criminal come between us.”
He pulled back gently and faced me. Tears streaming down his face, he looked at me like I was his entire world and it broke my heart. I brought a hand to his face and placed it on his damp cheek. He leaned into the palm and placed a hand atop mine. His eyes fluttered closed as a shaky breath fell from his lips. Bill's entire body relaxed at my unwavering presence. The floodgates were completely lowered as the tears continued to fall from his eyes. But I knew they weren't for sadness or desperation, like before. These were tears of relief and compassion.
“I love you, William Chow,” I said once our eyes finally met. “More than you'll ever know. More than I can put in words.”
“You are my world,” he replied, pressing his forehead to mine. “And Madeline is my sun. I would be dark and lonely without you both.”
A tear spilled from my eye, which he caught with his thumb and swiped away. His lips were on mine before I could blink. Our bodies pressed together so tightly we could crack an egg. He held me in his arms if I would disappear at any given moment. Kissed me like I would be stolen away from him. The action made the tears pour faster. Our hands gripped each other's clothes before the desire to tear them off struck.
My hands slithered up his pajama top slowly. Fingers brushing his toned abdomen and structured hips. My touch moved from front to back— I dragged my nails against his lower spine. Bill shivered at my touch and moved his kisses from my lips to my neck. A gasp escaped my mouth as his tongue licked a sensitive part of my neck. A moan followed shortly after as teeth found that vein and dragged it across it. A lovely nip earned him another moan. His hand kneaded my soft rear as he sucked the delicate skin of my neck. His hips ground into mine and I felt his member between us. Stiff and ready to use.
“Tell me how you want me, suga,” he purred in my ear. “My head between your legs.” Bill’s hot tongue ran across my ear. “You sitting that pretty pussy on my face.” He gave it a little nip. “Or, we see if the new herbs are really up for the challenge.” He ground his hips into me once more and I moaned loudly.
“Yes,” I replied, breathlessly. “All of the above.”
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a/n: where did all of y'all come from?! i did not expect this but hey! i'm happy you're here! once again, let me know if you wanna be in the taglist. Smut will be in the next chapter.
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“Stop pretending that you hate me,” Stack said with a smug grin.
“I’m not pretending.”
I let the words fall upon his ears like a cracked glass on the floor. His face dropped. The smile was long gone and a look of pain flashed across it. Stack looked as though I shot him in the chest. A shaky breath fell from his lips as he flicked the cigarette bud from his fingertips. He closed the distance between us in three long strides. My back was pressed against the brick wall of the shop before I could blink. The pain on his face morphed into anger so hot it made his skin burn.
“You don’t mean that,” he spat, looking me dead in the eye.
Stack tried to make himself bigger, more intimidating. A lackluster attempt to scare me, but it hadn’t worked. Not only were we a few inches shy of the same height, but I could see right through him. I knew Stack before he was Stack.
When he was just Elias.
“Y/N,” his voice was a warning. Danger in his tone, but it didn’t phase me. “Tell me you don’t mean that.”
“Get out of my way, Stack,” I said, in a low tone. A desperate attempt to hide the pain in my voice. The stitches of an old wound was beginning to reopen. “I have work to do.”
His eyes poured into me just used to. Filling my head with stupid assumptions that only left me heartbroken in the end. I thought about how he set my dislocated shoulder in place; it must've meant he liked me. How he acted as my left hand for weeks until the pain went away; that must've meant he cared about me. The way he hunted down the man who did it and made him pay… must've meant he loved me. Only me.
But, that wasn't the whole truth.
“So that's why you never replied to my letters,” Stack replied, eyes still searching my face. “Still angry about Mary, huh?”
I dared to stare back at him. My gaze like cold rain to his heated gaze. I refused to slip the mask and embarrass myself in public like she did. He wasn't worth that. Not anymore. Not after seven years.
I was better than that.
“Not really,” I said with an air of indifference. “I was a little preoccupied to hold a grudge.”
As if summoned, a squeaky little voice cut through the tension. Making Stack freeze on impact. Something he hardly does.
“Mommy?”
My sweet baby girl tilted her little head up at us to assess the situation. Her deep brown eyes searched the potentially dangerous stranger before flicking back over to me, in a caged position. A look of irritation, or disgust briefly graced her face. She narrowed her eyes at Stack and crossed her arms against her chest. Madeline was not afraid of anything. She was always the kind of child to look danger in the eye and laugh.
"Is that ugly man bothering you?" She said, staring directly at Stack. "Should I call daddy?"
An orchestra of emotion appeared on Stack's face. He seem to be both deep in thought and confused at the same time. Like he working out something profound. It took him several seconds before he came to.
"How old are you?" He asked Madeline, jumping right into the conversation.
"I don't talk to strangers," she tilted her in defiance, earning a smile from me.
Good Girl.
Stack, then, turned back to me. A desperate look in his eye; silently asking me the same question. Though he couldn't bring himself to the vocalize it. A look a true fear and hope on his face.
I used his trembling expression to my advantage and slipped from his arms. I took Maddie's hand and steered her away him.
His eyes drilled into my back, but he didn't dare move a muscle. He couldn't. He didn't to make a scene, or worse, alert everyone else of an open secret.
My baby survived, while my cousin's, Annie, didn't.
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hii i just wanted to say that i really love your writing and wanted to tell you how much i appreciate your posts! especially the plus size fem readers.. it's really hard to find fics written for plus size readers.. lots of love!
Much love back at ya! Thank you for enjoying my content; it really means the world to me!
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Read your new Logan fic and was like INSTANT FOLLOW... As a fellow marvel fan (and Steve Rogers Stan) I'm happy that I found your page
Not me just checking my asks. . . .
But thank you kindly! I am happy you are here! I hope to write more marvel stuff in the future!