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Quick update: Iâm getting ready for work which will be until 6, and then by 7 Iâm going to be gone until Sunday I think. Iâll be here weekday mornings though so I shall be back me friends!! âĽ
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Jessica squeaked when she felt his throbbing groin press against her. âIt feels like itâs been forever, my love,â she replied, her voice soft and breathy. She found her hips slowly, yet eagerly rolling against his after she heard his pants hit the floor. She gasped as her back connected to the wall. âPlease do me, Pietro. Now.â
Pietro slipped his length through the hole in his boxers and rubbed against her. His lips crashed against hers, savoring the heat of her body. His tip circled her entrance for as long as he could handle before a smooth thrust.Â
"Pietro has died." [[ can i call this payback for that cap ask? cause it is ]]
ââŚ..has died.â finish it in my ask. || lightxtracer
Lips had been tugged into a small smile towards the other at her entrance, head tilting back down towards her book as she waited for the other to speak. But the words she hears escape from her lips are not those that she had been expecting. The womanâs voice was usually so vibrant, so bright and happy. But what leaves the lips of the shield brought to life brings Apateâs book clattering to the floor.Â
She could not, would not dare to breathe, or move at all for a moment as she takes those meager seconds to process what she had just heard. No. She had to be wrongâ But Vee wouldnât lieâ Pietro couldnâtâ Like a snake striking an enemy, dainty hands snatch the book up from where it had fallen, slammed down unto the desk beside her. Apate says nothing. Her face is unreadable, if not the least bit forlorn before all emotion fades from her expression. Blank. Blankness was presented on those fine features that, framed by curly locks, he had called beautiful just the other day.Â
At any moment, he would run into her doorway. He would mess up her hair. He would ask her if sheâs had her tea.
It was a joke. A sick joke..
Emotions went wild, imagination ran rampant as she merely sat there, staring at the floor. Oh, where was that clever tongue of hers, now? Where was that charming smile, those devious those that were always so aglow whenever he was around? Those pale hands that memorised the feel of every part of him immediately went to her belly. Was it just not the other day that she had told him that she wanted him present in their childâs life? Where was he? Alone, the goddess would raise their child alone.Â
There werenât words to describe how she felt, no string of words to accurately convey what emotions ripped through her body. Tears were held back, none falling upon her cheeks as she finally takes a small breath. He was mortal after all. Pietro would have perished eventually. He could leave her as easily as she him. And if heaven were real⌠He would be there amongst them, there above the clouds, among the stars⌠And if he were brought to the Underworld.. Elysium for him. Where she was not welcome. Nothing so wicked, so vile was allowed into the golden fields.Â
Finally, something leaves her lips. But not an utterance, not at first as she fights to keep her composure.Â
The goddess laughs, pain hidden, controlled in those blue eyes that practically glowed with all of the emotion she contains. And then she shakes her head, thumb trailing along the little bump that was so steadily forming at her lower abdomen. Her childâs father was gone.Â
âAll mortals perish.â
That is all she says, all she can bear to say as it is but an echo of a conversation she had shared with him once. Pietro would have been unsettled, would have hated her response.Â
She felt the loss, felt the pain in her heart, lungs, everywhere in her body as she kept her silence save for those three little words. Words. Every conversation theyâd had, every touch, every look theyâd shared ran through her mindâ but most of all her mind focused on one thing, the one thing that was most important about his death. So stubborn, she had been so stubbornly in denial, and even after acceptance refused to speak three other words to him. Not a whisper, not a moan, not a murmur against his lips or his shoulder. Lips never formed the words against his cheek or the smooth planes of his chest. Breath would never escape from her to meet the air around his form for him to hear, to comprehend the pure weight those words carried in her entire being. So she could not help but laugh. The unfairness of it all, but fair as well. She had too much pride, too little care, still even now she did not appreciate and remember the fragility of those who were human. And, now what? Now, Pietro Maximoff was gone.
Apate had never told him she loved him.Â
                      || Pietro & Apate ||                         { lightxtracer }                   {| tough lover & tender love |}
Jessica could feel herself melting at Pietroâs words, at his touch. Her hips rolled forwards at the feeling over his fingers clutch tighter at her rear, and over his sultry words. She pulled her head away from him to gaze into his bright blue eyes once more. Her fingers ghosted up his back before playing and tangling in his curly locks. Her pupils blew when his eyes connected with hers.
âPlease do,â she said, her voice thick with lust.
Lifting her up, his hands tight around her thighs, he let her feel his pulsing length. âYou canât imagine how long itâs felt like itâs been since I last saw you,â he murmured hastily into her ear as he pushed his pants to the floor with one hand. Pietro found the wall and held her against it as he tore off her lace panties. âPlease do... What?â
âYer a wizerâ, Wadey...â

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Jessica painfully broke from the kiss and gazed into Pietroâs eyes, her eyebrow forming into its usual raised-self. âYes, itâs lace.â Jessica melted even further into Pietroâs arms, before leaning back and unbuttoning his shirt. She spread the shirt back and her eyes focused on his chest. After a few moments of silence, she spoke, her voice barely audible. âYou are so handsome, Pietro.â she murmured.
Jessicaâs lips moved to his ear lobe, where she slowly began to nibble. Once she reached his lips, she began to kiss him slowly, tugging on his bottom lip. âAnd right now you look hot as Hell.â
He couldnât pause his smile, letting it wrinkle the edges of his eyes as they watched hers. âJessica Drew,â he cooed thickly, âIâve been waiting for someone just like you for as long as I could string a sentence together in my head, dove.â Pietro let his fingers dig into her butt as he pecked little kisses about her forehead and cheeks. âSomeone beautiful and good and warm.â
Three fingers smoothed between her cheeks until they met softer flesh a little lower. âHell, ah? Then let me drag you down.â
âBullshit on what?â She asked, refusing to acknowledge what he expected their child to be like. There was too much to worry about where that was concerned. At least, for her.
âYou wouldnât just like it,â he answered, âYouâd love it. I know you would; having me when no one else can in ways no one else would understand.â
                  You give me strength                                     to carry on
                         Deceit Never Looked So Divine
Yaaaay babies! Iâm back from camp, all healed up from the sickness, and have a new boyfriend. Itâs been a few weeks. A few interesting, interesting weeks. Letâs play, eh? Hope everyoneâs been well while I was gone!âĽ

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Garret Jacob Hobbes in a Meridian credit union commercial. The Minnesota Shrike grimly bears the superficial domesticity of this scene while thinking only of the hunt.
You are in the theater. Practice is almost over, you are removing your costume. It happens. âMacbeth. â Someone says. It has begun. Villages burn. The plague returns. The building catches fire. You look the culprit in the eyes. âItâs only supposed to be bad luck on the stage! â You shout. They smirk. â All the worldâs a stage. â It is him. It is Shakespeare.