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hellavile · 1 year

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STICKY ☆ eren yeager.

☆. warnings ~ 2.8k. fem!reader, black coded, self pleasure, eren gives us a massage w oil, blowjob, dj on the clit, unedited, kissing, praise, pet names dnt feel like listing, vulgar language, teasing, mention of cycle, dry humping, titty sucking, neck kisses, minors do not interact! reblogs & comments are appreciated.

because this just happened to me and i had no choice but to write it. but imagine eren giving you a full body rub down massage with some shea butter scented baby oil while the two of you watch crime documentaries on netflix. it’s playing soundlessly in the background while the two of you lay comfortably on the black velvet sectional sofa in your cozy studio apartment. it’s raining outside, nighttime nearing. your home smells like salted lemon meringue pie; a candle eren bought for you because he said it reminded him of you.

warm, soft, and sweet. the two of you are cuddling together on the long part of the couch, eren completely pressed up against your left side slowly rubbing your ass in circles under your fuzzy pink blanket. you’re so into your show, sipping on a can of mango arizona, only dressed in an oversized anime tshirt and a pair of pink lace panties printed with hearts that matched the bralette underneath your shirt. he can’t stop touching you. leaning his head on your shoulder, his legs spread out in his gray sweats before his hands sink lower under your blanket to knead into the soft flesh of your hips. delicately working his way up your spine with the points of his thumbs to rub out any tense muscles. you can’t help but giggle at his move, smiling into your hair and biting your lip the higher his hands rise.

massaging your back, hands slipping underneath your bralette as he chews on his pouty lips and scrunch his eyebrows in a focused manner. intent on making you feel good. he knows you’ve been working hard so your body’s been a bit heavy. and you’re dreading heading to work tomorrow morning. so he wanted to ease that stress, as well as the hard-on he’d gotten in his sweats just from the faint moans falling past your pretty lips.

“take this off,” his voice his deep, sultry in its tone and he can’t help it. it drips off his tongue like honey. touching you has his body on fire.

dropping your phone you had picked up to check a text from your best friend, you do as he says, lifting your shirt so you’re left only in your cute lingerie set. eren stands to his full height and clears his throat as he fixes his dick in his sweats. he had to mentally remind himself that you’re ending your cycle and you aren’t really in the mood to have sex. but fuck you’re making it hard looking and sounding like that. you stare with a mischievous grin, following him as he walks towards your bathroom to find your body oil. he comes back, pushing your coffee table back so he can crouch on the floor before you.

“c’mon, lay on your stomach.”

and you’re doing just that. snuggling a neon pink easter bunny plushie close to your face for leverage. eren hums to himself, eyeing your backside as he squirts oil into his big palm and massages them together before rubbing your body down gently. he’s targeting every curve, muscle, tense area. heavy hands gliding across your brown skin with ease. he even uses his forearms and elbows to get those spots like a real masseuse. you’re moaning from how good it feels, shifting in your spot.

eren notices a inconvenience and says. “i need this off too, babe.”

he’s referring to your bralette. you laugh lightly, making a comment about how he’s trying to be nasty when you told him no. he says he promises it isn’t like that. both of you knowing damn well that it’s like that. throughout your princess treatment that you were grateful for, needing it so bad, eren begins to get bold. rubbing his palms over your ass and thick thighs, and then in between. this is torture for you considering your period was a big cockblock. she’s ending but you’re in that spotting phase that goes on and off. and you didn’t have time to check before his little teaser. your hormones were everywhere. being away from him for a full week, no dick, no head, eren’s consistent fucking with you knowing you can’t do anything . . . it’s all pent up. you needed a release so bad. and he’s playing games right now. slyly pulling your underwear down, eren saying ‘relax’ when you get too antsy before rolling and kneading your ass cheeks.

“erenn, stop,” his name comes out airy. your face is planted flat into the couch as your eyes loses their focus and your lower halve begins to ache.

“you don’t sound like you want me to stop.”

and he’s fucking right, you really don’t. you whine, twisting your ass side to side. eren chuckles and slips your panties back up, finishing with the back of your thighs giving you time to breathe with relief. until he’s back again, spreading your legs a little more so he can get into between to touch your pussy. long fingers rushing over your clothes clit, fabric becoming damper from your uncontrolled arousal. how could he make something so intimate instantly nasty? the man can’t focus on one task. his brain switches like a fuse. hissing to himself, he rubs your hardened clit in circles, taking his time, not wanting to get you too riled up. he couldn’t fuck you after all.

your face curls up in pleasure, breathing his name again, your hair covering your view of his face. hips grinding against his hand and gripping your plushie tighter. he smacks your ass a few times, loves to watch it bounce even in the dark living room you currently reside in. eren drags his right hand up your entire backside before placing it on the back of your neck to choke you, not too hard, just enough to hold you still. he’s leaning down, bringing his face mouth to your ear and breathing like a feral animal. spanking you over and over to hear you whimper and whine. squirming in your spot with annoyance when he removes his hand from your cunt, hot and needing more attention immediately.

“okay i’m done,” he announces, rubbing the remaining oil into his own skin and smiling like a cocky bastard. you groan with irritation, shoving your face into your plushie as he stands and laughs like an asshole.

“fuck you, bro.”

“you can’t, remember.”

he’s really testing you. now is not the time to test you. he takes a seat beside you after you advert your attention back onto your show, resting your chin in your palm and purposely ignoring him. titties all out and everything. eren spreads his longs legs as wide as they go, your eyes catching the tint in his crotch. he’s got his arm thrown on the headrest of the couch, looking down at you without your knowledge just to see what you would do. he wants his dick in your mouth so bad. if your willing to do it is the question that remains. it’s not really about him right now, is what your thinking. you gave him the sloppiest head literally yesterday before he had to leave for work, cum and salvia covering your face as you gagged and sucked him off like he’d run away. attempted? definitely. he couldn’t stop moaning and squirming away. especially when you overstimulated him after he nutted, cum shooting in your left eye mind you, risking a damn pink eye for his satisfaction. and he can’t grant you this one thing? you didn’t even want him to fuck you. you just wanted him to touch you.

so you know what you do? you turn your body clockwise to face him, looking up at him as he avoids eye contact and keeps them at the projector on your wall.

“i hate you,” you start with, shifting your hips so he can watch your ass move. you touch his stomach over his hoodie, the man still dressed from earlier when the two of you ran out to get food and came back to get lazy and watch horror movies. not really horror. it was it follows, side note, horrible film.

“why?”

“because you know i can’t fuck you right now, so you’re teasing me.”

“mhm,” he tongues his inner cheek, jade eyes catching your swiftly before redirecting them back to the show. “be a good girl.”

“don’t wanna,” you pout, lifting your upper body to press your face into his neck, kissing and sucking and eren immediately succumbs to you. it’s the most sensitive area on his entire body, other than his hips. he hissed and tosses his head back.

“stop,” he grumbles, but you don’t listen. rolling your neck to catch every inch of his neck with your lips. “stop.”

when he says it that time it’s stern, eren locking your neck in his grasp as he clenches his jaw, dick hard as fuck. he knocks his knees in and out, staring your pretty face down, a smile all over it. unable to contain it, he kisses you. sloppy and with tongue. your hands smoothing down to his crotch to palm the outline of his dick. eren inhales deeply, reaching between your heated thighs to rub your clit again through your panties. gasping, you lift your left leg to give him better access. grinding against his hand as he watches your face churn with contentment.

“gonna be a good girl now?” he taunts, you nod your head that now lays in the crook of his neck, moaning and kissing him still. he’s loosing his self control at this point. your tits are pressed together as you grip the back pillow of the couch and ride his hand, squealing and whimpering. your sounds take over him and he’s soon pulling his sweats to sit at his knees, heavy cock slapping at his abdomen, a clear pearl of pre sitting at the tip.

his hand swerves to the back of your neck to turn your head and push your face to his lap where his dick sat, hard and needy. honestly, your not in the mood to suck dick, your jaw going sore yesterday . . . but for your man, you’ll do anything.

“don’t care what you say,” he shifts up a little so you have better access. “suck on it.”

only your mouth encases his cock, hands clutching his hoodie, cheeks hollowing as you take him deeper and suck hard just like he loves. focusing mostly on the tip because it makes him twitch and you love that reaction more than anything. love when he’s moaning ‘fuck’ or ‘fuck me, baby’ cause it makes you feel good inside. while your head bobs he continues to fuck you with his fingers, reaching inside your panties this time to toy with your clit better. eren comes to his senses and realizes if this proceeds he’s going to fuck you real bad. he swears to god he’s ready to lay a towel down and say fuck it forreal. but he knows it’s not something you’re comfortable with.

“c’mere, princess,” he speaks to you in that low, listen to me tone. you let his dick go with a sloppy pop, swallowing the remainder of spit in your mouth before leveling your face with his, batting your lashes and pushing your matted hair out the way. “do me a favor and cum for me, okay?”

“ ‘kay,” nodding your head mindlessly, eren gets lost in pleasing you again, wrapping his hand around his dick to stroke it while he finger fucks you. nothing compares to when you do it, though. you’ve ruined him, honestly. but he wants to keep it hard for you ‘cause he knows you want it after.

he notices your breath hitching, placing your hand over his when he loses his position and tries to sink his fingers in but you really want him to stay on your clit. you’re about to cum, he also knows because your burying your face in his neck and nodding frequently after he asks, “you cummin’ , princess?”’

“y-yess, m’cummin!” squeaks and mewls stream out of you and he swears it’s the prettiest thing every time you do it. eren latches his mouth back onto yours, groaning as he stops stroking his dick and shoves his tongue in your mouth. your hands have a death grip on his wrist as your thighs enclose his forearm to stop him, already sore.

“there we go, that’s my girl,” he kisses your forehead after, letting you take a moment to calm down before he’s coming up with another attack. doesn’t even give your five full minutes before he’s telling you to get up. and you sulk, whining because you don’t want to move.

“noooo,” you pout at him but he’s not hearing it, grabbing your arms and picking you up to place you on the edge of the sectional. he’s on his knees again before you, dragging you closer so your ass nearly hangs off and intertwines perfectly with his hips. “trying so hard not to fuck you.”

stretching your arms above you, you giggle like your drunk, playfully telling him to get off of you but of course he doesn’t listen. eren’s hovering his big figure above yours, bringing his head down to dart his thick tongue out and drag it slowly over your left nipple, soon latching his cotton candy lips around the bud and sucking. pulling it along as he rotates his head and moans with his eyes shut. you let him do as he pleases, always intrigued when he gets into his moments. as he’s sucking on your chest that’s when he starts grinding his hips forward to fuck against you. the bulge in his sweats rut on your clit waking it up for round two.

“fuck this,” eren makes a pained noise as he tugs his sweats down to reveal his cock again, scooting closer and sitting higher to position it right on your soaked clit he slaps with the tip a few times, dark eyes eyeing you as you bite your lip and moan like a slut from that little play.

eren’s placing your legs over his shoulders, like he loves to do, arching over you so your knees are close to your shoulders. he makes sure your thighs stay closed so the pressure on his dick feels better for friction. he begins to lick up your chest, trailing up to your neck where he laps his tongue and follows with kisses, fucking with you just like you did with him. you’re just as sensitive there. tossing your head back and moaning, gripping onto his shirt since he removed his hoodie, rolling your eyes back. and it gets worse when he starts ramming his dick like he’s actually fucking you. he’s following the bounce of your tits while he rolls his hips and fucks his dick on your sluice folds drinking in the fabric of your panties. your thighs making this feel so much fucking better. it feels good for you too.

“fuck, ma,” eren smacks the outside of your thigh, grunting and hastening his pace, skin slapping and it’s all making your mind hazy. “got me feelin’ like this without bein’ deep in your pussy.”

“erennn, you look so good,” it slips from your mouth without your own permission. you made a mental comment about how good he looks fucking you right now. long hair messy around his face, silver rings on his digits along with spiky or cuban link bracelets on his wrist. ink tatted on various parts of his body. his perfect white teeth sinking into his bottom lip. he’s too fucking handsome. and he’s all yours.

“i look good, huh baby?” he chuckles between a strangled moan, brows creasing.

“unh huh,” you huff out, reaching up to caress his face in your dainty hands.

“you look fuckin’ better,” his eyes turn white as your body rolls somewhat to your right side, eren able to hit it from the side, this position constricting his dick tighter, pounding harder. “fuck, n’ it’s gonna make me nut jus’ lookin’ at you.”

“keep looking,” you bite your lip and keep your face to his, the two of you breathing in each others air. “stare at me when you cum. wanna watch your face.”

“fuck,” it’s crazy what you do to him. because not even a few seconds later he’s shooting cum right on your tummy and it’s a lot, keeps going as he shudders and keeps his eyes on yours like you wanted. he’ll bite his lip off at some point with how much force he’s applying. might even get a headache from his eyes turning white. it’s all worth it though.

you smile like you’ve made the biggest achievement, curling your hands up into a ball and planting your cheek on it, falling back with a dreamy sigh. he’s the prettiest, and he’s all yours.

“i hate you,” eren runs his hands through his hair with a deep laugh, his dick still unable to stop leaking cum. he smacks your thigh again. “fuckin’ hate you.”

“you started it.”

#all of this is a true story deadass #this happened to me like 4 hours ago. bby had to go to work 🙈#☆. hellavile.#eren smut #eren x you #eren x black y/n #eren x black reader #eren x y/n #eren x fem!reader #snk smut #eren yeager x you #eren yeager smut #eren yeager x y/n #eren jaeger #eren jaeger x reader #eren jaeger smut #aot smut #aot eren #eren jaeger x black reader

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wonyopout · 4 months

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(cw: fingering, mommy kink, ass play, praise kink sorta kinda, g!p/strap it can b read as either i basically just use “cock” as a catch all)

drabble i don’t have time to flesh out into a full fic.. yet

anal whore wony >>> you and wonyoung being eachothers first serious relationship outside of hookups and so you bring up experimenting to see what you both like,, and wony (who in my mind is just a lil sexually repressed) just blurts out “let’s do anal :DD”, and you can kinda tell she’s been waiting for the ok from you to mention doing anything even a little less vanilla bc she’s So excited about it.

using your fingers at first to stretch her ass and it’s definitely a foreign feeling for her but she can’t help but push back into your hand to get you to go deeper. her ears burning when you say “feels nice, bun? “ no need for her to even answer you could tell by just how wet she was, slick practically running down her thighs, playing with her little clit while fingering her ass has her whining and shaking,, begging you to go harder. slipping a third finger in and all it takes is a few more thrusts before she’s squirting, making a mess of you both and the sheets. safe to say she’s turned into a complete anal whore after the first time and practically begs you to play with her ass everytime you fuck 🤭

she gets so excited when you show her the set of plugs you bought her, her getting all shy when she asks you to prep her and put them in. you agree of course! anything for your baby. by the time you’ve grabbed the lube you come back to see her completely stripped and sitting so so pretty, practically vibrating with how excited she is. loves the feeling of being plugged up so much :(( whining and moaning the whole time, absentmindedly humping the bed bc of how good she feels. not wanting to hurt her so you take it slow and have her keep the plugs in longer as they get bigger. praising her and telling her how well she’s doing taking everything you give her, she’s almost cumming from the praise alone.

her going hours and hours with her ass filled, moaning whenever she moves so much as an inch. she’s so horny she can barely think straight, walks around the house in just panties and a tshirt bc a. easy access and b. all she needs to do is lift up her shirt a bit and show you how messy she is for you to take pity on her, either fingering her or eating her out while she’s still plugged up. imagine you plug her up with the biggest one and she’s being so good about it 🥺 tears streaming down her pretty face because it’s such a big stretch. her mumbling “hurts so good” and “m’so full mommy” once you’ve got the plug fully in her. pulling it back out a bit to the thickest part just to hear her sob and moan poor thing :( telling her to be a good girl and wait with it in her while you finish up some work you have to do.. promising her you’ll finally put your cock in her ass if she’s patient and lets you get your work done…

she lasts maybe Maybe thirty minutes before she comes over to your desk and forces herself on your lap, grinding her ass down onto you. all teary eyed when she whines about how she’s more than ready for you. at this point she’s completely given up on wearing panties after how many pairs she’s ruined over the course of you training her ass, her slick coating her thighs and your lap. you decide she’s had enough partly because you feel a little bad for the poor bunny, but mostly bc you wanna ruin her ass just as badly as she wants you to. pushing her over onto the bed face down ass up and she’s already moaning, reaching back to spread herself open for you. you quickly strip and wony takes one of her hands and goes to play with her clit while she watches you. swatting her hand away and she whines right up until she feels you rubbing your cock along her pussy, using her slick to lube you up.

“you gonna let me use your cunt so I can get my dick nice and wet for your ass bun?”

“mmMmh- yes, yes plea-“

wonyoung yelping in surprise when you sheath yourself fully in her at once and her legs nearly give out… being a tease and pumping inside her a few times and wony can’t help but push herself back against you to meet your thrusts :(( squelching noises filling the room bc of just how wet she is 😵‍💫 😵‍💫 easing the plug out of her while you’re still fucking her cunt. pulling out and lining yourself up with her ass, pushing just barely halfway in and that’s when her legs really do give out on her. finally bottoming out, slowly rocking your hips into her ass and she’s already panting. “mommy, harder please pleaseplease”, and who are you to deny her when she asks so nicely! setting a bruising pace as you grab wonyoungs hips to make her meet each one of your thrusts.. the sounds of skin slapping skin filling the room. her cumming with a sob when you start playing with her clit while not letting up your thrusts for even a second

#ive smut #wonyoung smut #jang wonyoung smut #ive x reader #jang wonyoung x reader #girl group smut #ive imagines #wonyopout #this got a lil long..

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brokenpieces-72 · 9 days

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TW: gang stuff, past trauma, mentions of death, tell me if there is anything else.

Graves shifts in his chair in the dark of his apartment. He figured this day would come. The tv illuminated the small living space in harsh light. You were safe, he told himself. You told him as much. When he saw you turned off your location he considered texting you. Now he was glad he hadn’t.

Makarov was back. That monster was back and now Graves worked for him. He thought back to when you told him about getting jumped by a few officers. They were his, he could tell. You didn’t tell him, didn’t rat them out. He’d asked them to keep an eye on you while you were having a week to yourself. In that time, he had kept checking up on you. It wasn’t just for you to report to him but to see you were safe. He kept it professional not wanting to get too attached, and vice versa. Losing his partner was bad enough, but he wasn’t about to lose his partner’s kid too.

With you gone and somewhere not even he knew, there was less to worry about. Now he needed to figure out his own next steps. Time would tell for now. Maybe he would take some long vacation, but Makarov was thorough. Could he trust his own officers, after they hurt you?

He switched over the channel not wanting to see the man’s face. The tv continued playing, as he got up, to get a drink for himself. Day off tomorrow. He had a little more than 48 hours. Graves texted Alex. Wouldn’t be surprised if Alex already knew but Farah would need to know as well. Then he thought about Price. Price would already know by now, word would spread to other gangs like the Los Vaqueros easily enough.

As he took more sips of his drink the memories came back. Ones he told himself he wouldn’t let bother him. Makarov’s words of warning, your father’s body, Price’s glare, Soap holding him against the wall… and your scared, sad face full of tears after he had to tell you your dad wouldn’t be coming home again. He blamed himself, wishing he had stepped in, stopped your father, done something either in that moment or before.

Graves texts you.

You didn’t see the text until the next morning. You got up, asked Simon who was already up if you could have a shower.

“I’m not your parent.” He replies. “There’s a towel in your closet though.”

After the shower you come back out, and find Simon crouched in front of black cat eating at some leftover tuna. It’s interesting to see Ghost in a much more calm state. You hadn’t seen him in action but you’d heard he could be lethal, sending more than a few cops to the hospital. Now here he was in dark jeans, a black hoodie and the same scarf over half his face from last night, petting a scrawny feline, who wasn’t intimidated at all.

“Are they yours?” You ask trying to keep your voice down. When you left the bathroom, you could make out snoring in another room. Didn’t want to wake anyone.

“Seen her a few times. People don’t like black cats, so they try to get rid of them.” He says, scratching the cat between the ears. The cat raised its head, welcoming the scratches. When Simon stopped the cat circled him rubbing up against his legs. “Cats don’t get to choose what they look like… owners don’t deserve to be cruel.” He adds in. Simon stood up and turned to you, seeing clean clothes. Black pants, baggie hoodie, a white tshirt. Your wet hair was covered by your beanie, and you already had your red scarf on.

Both of you stand there in awkward silence. Simon’s feline friend was still rubbing against his leg and purring.

“Hungry?” He asks finally.

“Kind of.” You say. Ghost shakes his head. He could understand you being weary still, he wasn’t exactly a bunny rabbit.

“Diner across the street does take out. Ask them what the price is for breakfast. Get yourself something too. You got money?” He asks. You nod, getting your shoes on with another word, taking your card and phone in your back pockets.

Once you get outside into the cold winter morning, your phone buzzes. You check it and find a text from Graves. One sent last night and the other just now.

G: Keep your location off.

G: We need to talk.

You stare at the text message while you walk through the alley, to get to the diner. Your steps are slow as you try to decide what to text back with.

Y/N: getting breakfast right now.

G: Take it back to your place.

G: or where you’re staying.

Y/N: why what’s going on?

G: is anyone with you?

Y/N: not right now.

G: staying with you?

Y/N: Why?

G: Tell me.

Y/N : Tell me why!

You weren’t about to let him get away without giving you answers. You finally reach the diner, and repeat what Ghost told you to, while ordering something for yourself. While you wait at the counter, you look around the quiet mostly empty diner. You notice a larger man in a booth staring at you. At first you turn to look in the same direction he is, then back at him. Definitely staring at you. Keeping your hands in your pockets you look back at him. Two can play at this game. He scoffs after a bit of you both staring.

“Can I help you?” You ask with some attitude. He scoffs again finally looking away. You take a moment to pull out your phone and snap a photo of the guy. Thankfully your food comes and you’re able to leave. Something about his stare made you uncomfortable, like he was sizing you up. You take a longer route back to the hideout. Couldn’t hurt to be safe.

By the time you arrive Soap is up with a coffee in hand, and at the bar counter of the kitchen. You close the door behind you and set the food on the counter, before sitting next to Soap at the bar. You take out your own container with your breakfast inside, and start eating while Soap gets his. You notice three containers remain. Ghost retrieved his and Gaz emerges from the hall way. Soap is wearing the same clothes as last night, while Gaz just changed his shirt.

“Last one for the cat?” You ask, through mouthful of food.

“Still feeding it?” Soap chimes in, while Ghost rolls his eyes.

“He’ll be here soon.” Gaz says.

“It’s a girl.” You say, thinking you’re still discussing the cat. Only when the door to the unit open do you realize what Gaz meant. Price walks in wearing a long coat. You notice he seems rushed as he takes his jacket off, and makes his way to the kitchen. He gives a quick and curt morning, before getting his breakfast. He too seems to be wearing similar clothes from yesterday. Off white shirt and faded pants.

Ghost is staring, his container hardly touched. He’s watching Price as he looks up and back at him. Price’s eyes look to you, and you look away to take out your phone. You look back to see a silent conversation happening between the two bosses.

Price keeps moving his eyes to the floor while Ghost’s body language goes tense. Ghost clenches a fist, body now facing more to Price and away from you. Ghost shakes his head before pouring a cup of coffee for Price.

“What’s wrong?” You finally ask. Gaz hops up on to the other side of the counter you and Soap are seated at. Price sips the dark coffee sighing, and looking at you.

“Before I answer, I need to know how much you understand about your father.” He says. Before the case you would have said you understood everything. Now though… you weren’t as sure as before.

“I know he did things for good reasons. Trusted you guys.” Not much else you could say.

“Do you trust us?” Price asks, folding his arms and leaning against the counter behind him, staring at you. There was still so much they hadn’t told you. It would take time for you to get the answers that made sense. For now, you didn’t have much of a choice.

“Yes.” You say. There’s a hint of uncertainty in your voice but Price wasn’t about to be picky.

“…Makarov is back in town, and he’s got his old position.” Price says. Everyone freezes in place going dead silent. You’re confused. You didn’t know who Makarov was. The name felt familiar though. Maybe something you heard in passing.

“Unfucking believable.” Soap says.

“News report was last night.” Price confirms.

“Who’s Makarov?” You ask a little nervous now.

“Mafia, has his dirty lil’ fingers everywhere.” Johnny says.

“And he’s the former police commissioner.” Ghost adds. You fidget in your seat. More questions but those could be addressed later.

“What about Milena and Nolan?” Gaz asks. Great more names you were in the dark about. Well, Milena’s you’ve heard before, she’s a businesswoman and socialite. There has been some small rumours about her and her late partners, but no one seemed to pay it any mind.

“More than likely.” Price said. “Alex, Farah and the Los Vaqueros have been made aware and to lay low for now. Don’t need Nolan getting set on anyone until we know what’s going on.”

“What does he look like?” You ask. When you get a loose description you unlock your phone and show Johnny the man you saw at the diner.

“Steamin Jesus…” he says, while Kyle leans back getting a look at the photo. You hold it up to Simon and John. John straightens and comes over to take your phone and get a better look.

“How long ago was this?” He asks.

“Maybe an hour or two by now. Took a longer way to get back just in case. He kept staring at me.” You explain.

“You see him again, you tell us but don’t go near him if you can.” Price orders. You nod and he looks at his everyone in the room. “Right here’s the deal. Makarov is back and he’s gonna have something planned, underground shit and we need to keep our eyes open so nothing goes unnoticed. We need to expose anything and everything he does or is connected to, I don’t care how hare-brained.”

“Yes sir.” Was said by everyone including you. You swore you saw the corner of Price’s mouth turn up for a moment to a smile. Loyalty. If there’s one thing Price had it was that.

Then your phone buzzes in Price’s hand. He notices the name but makes no comment as he hands it back to you. You check the name, and excuse yourself, getting you boots on and stepping outside.

You answer it just before it goes to voicemail.

“Hello?”

“Y/N? We need to talk.” You hear Graves on the other end. He sounds tired, and nervous.

“Yeah what is it?” You answer, trying to keep your hesitation out of your voice.

“I mean in person. Are you able to meet with me, or have you skipped town?”

“No no… I’m just uh… sorry was just eating breakfast. What’s wrong?”

There’s a long pause in the other end. For a moment you wonder if the signal is lost. Then you hear a sigh.

“Y/N… there’s a lot I’ve got to tell you. In person. When can you meet?” He asks.

“Couple hours maybe?” You say uneasy.

“I’ll send you my location. Come alone.” He instructs before hanging up. You pop your head back into the apartment. Everyone looks at you from the kitchen.

“Can someone give me a ride?”

Rudolfo helped Alejandro back into their hide out, both of them exhausted and bloodied. They expected some resistance during their shipment raid but not that high.

Rudolfo gets Alejandro into a chair before making his way carefully and slowly to the first aid kit.

“You broken Hermano?” Alejandro asks. Rudolfo almost chuckles. Man was nearly on a his death bed, and asking him if he was okay.

“More intact than you.” Rudolfo says, focusing on the injuries. Alejandro, still running on adrenaline gives a large grin, chuckling painfully. His mind was racing and clouded at the same time. The shipment was a big one but holy hell, the amount of security, and their weapons… he’d seen swat teams less armed.

Rudolfo helps him get his jacket off, to a bloodied white tank top underneath. Rudolfo assesses the damage before getting up and going to the bridge, giving Alejandro a strong bottle of liquor. Full the pain now. He winced himself feeling a couple of casings in his arm. Alejandro had taken the brunt of it though.

“You think that little cop told them?” Alejandro wonders aloud.

“Not likely. They haven’t talked to us. Unless Soap has told them something.” Rudolfo says, starting to tend to the bullet wounds.

“Or we have yet to be told something.” Alejandro speculates.

Kyle gives you a ride to the address you’re given, parking some distance away. He’s insistent on coming with you but you’re firm. No one comes with you.

You meet Graves by a river, with small boulders along the edge. Near the shore of the river you see Graves pacing. Thinking back there was never a time you could recall of Graves sitting still. He’s wearing casual clothes, along with a coat and leather gloves. Looks nervous too. Slowly you make your way down to him. As you get closer, he looks up hearing you approach. You don’t look up at him until you reach the shore focused more on your footing.

Then he hugs you. It’s a protective one, a relieved one like you just came out of the hospital. You squirm out of it, feeling annoyed. He was giving you shit not that long ago, and now he was acting all protective? Yeah no, he didn’t get to do that without talking.

“You okay? You’re safe?” He asks. You nod.

“What do you want?” You ask him, wanting to get this over with. Graves shifts a little looking around.

“How much time you got?” He asks.

“If this is some bull shit to get me beat up again-“

“That wasn’t supposed to happen!” He says.

“Wasn’t suppose-the hell does that mean?!” You demand.

“Y/N, a lot has happened and a shit ton is about to happen, so can you please just-”

“No.”

“What?!”

“No, you need to tell me what the hell is going on and what has been going on! I was nearly beaten to death by a bunch of blues, and out of nowhere you want to meet in private. Tell me what the fuck is going on!” You tell him. You’re done. You want answers and Graves clearly had some. He looks down at his feet. Wasn’t sure whether to be annoyed or proud of your backbone.

“I asked some of my buddies down at the precinct to check in on you, that was it, and only it.” He says, firmly. You cross your arms. “When you told me about them attacking you, I was pissed off.��

“You knew about dad and the 141?” It was hardly a question. Graves solemnly nods.

“Why the fuck was I put on this case then?!” You ask. “I was going to find out.”

“…because I hoped you would be the key to bringing your dad back.” Graves admits.

“What…?”

“Your father opened up cases we couldn’t get access to because of warrants and policies and laws. If it weren’t for your father there are cases we would never have looked into. We needed that again. The 141 don’t trust me, but they would trust you. When you told me you wanted off the case, I realized I screwed up, you weren’t ready. I was worried about you still, but didn’t want to risk tipping off the gangs that we knew each other.” He explains.

“…you were using my dad’s name basically.” You said not wanting to show any empathy. “So what changed? Why are you telling me this now?”

“…your father’s killer is the new chief commissioner.” He puts bluntly.

It’s like a big rock was thrown at your chest. You knew Makarov was back…you didn’t know he killed your father. Graves kept that from you. Makarov was mafia, maybe he was paid. Did the 141 know? This was almost too much and you felt yourself running out of air, the world spinning around you. Suddenly Graves is holding you up by your shoulders leading you to a rock to sit on.

Graves helps you through your sudden attack, helping you breath and keeping you from passing out. Naming your surroundings by your senses while you fight the memories. You weren’t there when he died. Graves came to you one night while you were home alone. You greeted him at the door with hug around his waist. Usually he would gently peel you off of him, but on this night he got on his knees and hugged you when you came over to him. When you asked him where your father was, he nearly broke down himself. You remembered him hugging you and picking you up to take up to bed, and asking the same question.

“You doing better…” he asks finally. You take deep breath and nod your head.

“I promised your father I would look out for you… encouraging you to be a cop meant you would stay under Makarov’s radar and no one would go after you. Makarov left I thought that would be the end, but it wasn’t, he’s back now, and I have to keep you safe, do you understand.”

“No.”

“Y/N-“

“I’m not running away… I’m not going to be a cop either. You can’t keep me out of it anymore. I’m a fucking adult, I’m not a child.”

“I made a promis-“

“I’m in this now! I’m not running from it!” You yell at him. Graves sighs, frustrated.

“…where are you staying?” He asks.

“None of your business.” You say crossing your arms. Graves is starting to get fed up with your attitude. He almost chuckles, giving you a smile.

“You’re right it’s not.” He confesses. “Do me a favour then. Adult to adult.”

“Sure.” You shrug.

“Stay safe. Now I don’t need to know what you’re doing, in fact the less I know the better. Keep me semi-posted. Made a promise to keep you safe to your dad before he passed. I can’t stop you from being your own person. Should have known that day one of meeting you, but be careful. Makarov has his hands in a lot of places, and I’ll be on a leash. If I try leaving who knows what will happen. Can at least try to keep the others in check.”

“Got it.” You say. There’s silence with only the rushing water to fill it. He sits down next to you on the rock, thinking of how to change the subject.

“Saw the mural you made on Soap’s Turf.” He says, over the rushing water. “Shit you are talented with a spray can. Should never have told you to change, could’ve made a good life for yourself.”

“I have one now.” You tell him. “One with good friends.”

“You need any of your stuff out of the apartment? Dropped off or anything?” He offers.

“Could probably go pick it up now, before I head back.” You say.

“It’s my day off.” He mentions. “If you really want we can get something to eat, give you one day of normalcy before shit hits the fan. Show me the other murals.”

“I have one I still need to make… got interrupted the last time, think I owe them one.” You exclaim.

“Think you could do it tomorrow?” He asks.

“I should start it today… but I could eat first.” You know Graves is going through it to, whether it’s his own fault or not. Graves while not the best father figure, was there for you. He was there for your dad. In the end he was still the one who stood up for you in precinct. You wanted to give him some normality before you both parted ways.

“Let the gang know we may be a bit. Otherwise I think Gaz will be sitting and waiting in that car for some time.” Graves says standing up. You watch him slowly climb the boulders back to the top where the road was. You follow after him after texting Gaz you would be going with Graves for a bit.

Graves is nice enough to drop you off at your apartment and let you grab a couple things, including your art supplies. Then he takes you to a specific location.

There you get to work on the mural you had offered the Los Voqueros. Bridges need to be remade and rebuilt. They may not be the most sturdy, but it was simply a matter of creating more support.

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lilacprincessofrecovery · 2 years

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Marvel x Female Plus Size Reader Preferences - Insecure

WARNINGS: Weight insecurity, self depreciation, body image issues Angsty Fluff

Note: Again this one is not edited. Written on phone.

Word Count: 1827

Tony Stark

“Hey, I have two tickets to the MET if you are up for it tonight, Babe?” You shrugged while kicking a magazine under the bed. “What was…” He walked over and grabbed the magazine you kicked and he looked at the cover. “Who’s Stark’s Best Looking Girlfriend?” He whispered out loud and then frowned, eyes furrowed trying to understand why they would do that and then gets angry. “Do you believe this shit?” She looked at him like a deer in headlights. “I repeat y/N, You don’t believe this shit. Do you?” Her eyes filled up with tears as she watched him flip to the pictures of the beautiful women that Tony had been seen with and saw an article saying she should lose weight and that’s when his temper got to him and he threw it at the window breaking it with his strength. “Damn them, Y/N! You are hot as Hell.” “I’m not a bunny.” “You know what? I’m glad. What have they got to offer other than a quick night?” She shrugged, “I don’t know I’ve never been thin.” Tony laughed and kisses her. “It’s not funny, Tony.” “It’s just ridiculous that you believe STORIES that people write about you. STORIES. Stories aren’t real.” “I kinda live in a superhero world here. All stories seem like weird and are probably real.” “Precisely. The stories are usually twisted around til they are bad. Don’t listen to them. It’s the ignorance of people who are jealous of others and want to see celebrities or heroes fall. Don’t let them make you fall. They are nothing to take to heart. Just false stories. False.” “Tony, I want to make you proud.” “You’d say I’m a genius… well everything I say is right so there. You are attractive. Boom. That’s truth. Don’t mix the two babe between stories or truths.” He kisses her again. “We’ve got to work on your self esteem. and y/n you do make me proud. Every day.”

Bucky Barnes

“Are you always in the mirror?” you looked at your boyfriend as you were popping a zit in the mirror blushing. You were in some tshirt material grey mini shorts and a white camisole completely as natural as you can be without being unclothed. “Well… are you always watching me?” “You know I have to… If I don’t, someone could hurt you.” The fun was taken out of the conversation bringing up her mortality and she shrugged after kissing him as he walked in and went back to the mirror pinching your chubby cheeks as Bucky is brushing his hair taking his shirt off for a shower. “Hey Buck…” One foot in the shower about to turn on the water he looks at her. “Yeah?” “Do you think I look fat?” He was silent. “B…bucky?” He groaned and looked at her. “This question is loaded. I do not know which is good or bad. I don’t know what you want me to say? I guess that currently wafer thin is in. Back in my days it was generously curvy. I don’t wanna upset you, Doll. I know that girls seem to overthink these things.” “Overthink?” He nods and sits on the edge of the hot tub in the restroom looking up at you. “You have nothing to worry about. So try to see that. You look curvy not fat. Ideal.” She nods. “Thank you Bucky.” He smiled soft nodding and gets in the shower.

Steve Rogers

“Do you think I need to change how I look?” Checking her reflection in a window to the conference room where all the avengers were sitting, another annoying probably pointless meeting about coffee cups Tony was scheduling. Steve didn’t mind missing one boring meeting to help his number one girl. He took her hand before he walked in the door and took her to his room. “Why would my best girl want to change how she looked?” “Did someone say something to you darlin?” He kissed the top of her head looking down at her eyes. “Tell me. Did someone make you feel inferior?” “No one other than myself Stevie.” “I wish you could see yourself how I see you. Your weight gives your body shape. My weight does the same.” She almost giggles. “Steve you are the most fit man I’d ever known. You have abs galore.” “Doesn’t make me less human.” He says caressing her cheek. She got the point.

Peter Parker

“I got a message from this teen modeling agency… you know the ones they always send out? From school? They are having a contest… Do you think I could beat Peter?” She said, poking at her upper arm. Peter sighed and got on his knee in front of the mirror and sat her on it, her back facing the mirror looking at him, and looked up at her. “Do you really want to enter this contest thing?” She shook her head. “I just wanna be pretty, Peter.” Tears started streaming down her face. He took her face in his hands. “They hurt things that are most beautiful… that they just don’t understand... I just don’t want them to make fun of you like you fear. I think you could win every modeling thing in all the universe. Trust me… I would know. I’ve been. But hey… My opinion is all that matters. Right?” She smiled softly nodding tears flowing slower looking up at him. “Don’t cry anymore. Please it breaks my heart.” She nods and hugs him tight.

Loki Laufeyson

“Loki! I’m so big! This dress doesn’t fit!” she screamed. “You aren’t big,” Loki walked over to her slowly and he looked at his queen who was struggling to fit into her new dress. “You are literally the God of lies. Why should I believe you?” Loki looked down at her. “So, I am to be chastised for a century long characterization that was placed on me. Like you’ve been labeled ‘fat’? Should my words mean nothing because of what other people have decided to call me for mistakes I may or may not have created in the past?” “You know every dress must be fit and tailored to the woman by a seamstress. I see nothing wrong with you needing it to be let out my queen.” She thought, “Loki, I love you.” he grinned his typical charming yet misleading smile but truly meaning good.

Thor Odinson

She looked at the scale in the corner of the bathroom. tears welling up and he shakes his head keeping her from making a mad dash to the number machine. “Do you only care about size? I didn’t think you were that shallow.” she sighed. “What if I were a larger than average male? Would you hate me as much as you hate yourself and want to leave me?” Not had told her about his time being overweight and down in the dumps. “You make it seem like weight is the only thing that matters… in your mind. It’s not the only thing in the world. In fact I could care less about the whole thing. There are worse things in the world. The nine realms even…” “but Thor the other girls…” “Yes… girls… I thought you were a woman, mi lady. I want a woman.” He arched a brow looking down at her hugging her now. She smiled softly. Then answers his question. “No. I would love you anyway.” “I used to weigh more than you do.” Not knowing that was the wrong thing to say. “You are so fit Thor. Why did you want me?” “I love you. I could go on all day about how much I adored you.” “You may have to.” “Of course. You have sparkling eyes. You have beautiful hair. Your body is as the waves of the ocean. Youre more beautiful than you can even imagine. You are smart. You are strong. You are incredible. You are……..” Thor continued with sweet nothings as he cuddles with her.

Clint Barton

“Take a picture it may last longer.” Clint arched a brow standing against the bedroom door frame at his beautiful girl. “Hey clint.” She said in a small voice and she posed one last time in the mirror before turning to face him still in the doorway. Never having seen her like this before. “You know that you are a bigger girl. Yes?” Tears started flowing from her eyes. “I’m sorry I’m too fat for you!” Clint just looked at her shaking his head and uncrosses his arms and walks across the bathroom floor to go to her and pulled her in a strong hug. “I couldn’t be without you. I truly don’t care about the weight.”

Deadpool

After Wade lost Vannessa and he came to terms with it, he saw her. She was everything to him, Instantly. As quick as it was with Vannessa. He had to be hers. The only thing is that this girl was bigger than vanessa. It would had bothered him before the change to his own body before Ajax (frances ;D) got ahold of him. But he watched her walk and loved how her body swayed to its own beat. One day he found her staring in the mirror, about 6 months from when they originally met and she moved in. He had just come home from a long long fight day with Colossus and Negasonic Teenage Warhead at a nursing home oddly enough. “Hey… y/n!” he skipped in and flopped on the end of the bed posing in a laying down position propped up on his elbow and he shakes his head. “Hey, Wade…” He noticed she seemed out of it. He got up and smacked her bottom. “What are we looking at?” trying to keep the mood up. He looked over her shoulder, his chin was on, hands on her hips, looking in the mirror with her. She didn’t answer. “Don’t frown.” He smiled softer letting the mood fall seeing how insecure she really is at the moment. “Wade…” She brushed off his hands from her hip and tried to walk away from him but him being stronger than her that of course didn’t work. He kept her in place. “What are we looking at?” “My huge body…” she closed her eyes not to see what Wade’s eyes may be looking at if he was as disgusted as you were. Wade shook his head. “Babe… I wouldn’t be with you if you weren’t sexy as Hell. Make me shallow or not… I’ve seen lots of hot girls but YOU are sexy.” He kissed her shoulder blade. She smiled and kissed his cheek. “Thank you Wade.” “You put up with the earthquake lines that is my face so you get respect too. I’d think you were hot anyway though.” He kissed her lips passionately.

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safetycar-restart · 11 months

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oooooo soft night.

poly!piarles cuddles.

pierre is basically a massive teddy bear. he’s the tallest and the biggest and the base layer of the cuddle pile. he’s sat on the couch with grey joggers (your request) and no top (bunny’s request). next comes you. sat with pierre wearing bunny’s tshirt and nothing else (pierre’s idea that he made charles ask for because you cant say no to ur bunny). and charles is lay in ur arms. maybe lay across pierre’s lap with his head on ur chest.

pierre is happy because he’s got his people in his arms.

bunny is happy because he’s being held by his people.

you’re happy because they’re happy.

and 90% of the time you all fall asleep like that. pierre tends to wake up and move you one by one to your bedroom so you can sleep more comfortably together. bunny is always confused when he wakes up in your bed but he remembers falling asleep on the couch.

🍁

This is so fucking cute oh my god. I really miss talking about poly!piarles.

Firstly, there is a very specific method to cuddles on the couch that must be followed. Failure to follow this method will result in Pierre making everyone stand up and rearranging you all. You and Charles don't particularly care, but it is of paramount importance to Pierre.

But you don't complain, because in your opinion the grey joggers on Pierre are of paramount importance.

So yeah, Pierre is the base layer. Even though technically Charles is taller, Pierre is much wider and he makes the perfect base for the cuddles. He also prides himself on this position.

Pierre is actually very protective of you and Charles (Charles is the most possessive, but Pierre is the most protective) so he LOVES any position where he can be holding you two close (sidetone: hybrid au? wolf!Pierre treating you and Charles like his own little pack? yeah.).

Then you sit next, and Pierre wraps his arm around you and pulls you in as close as possible. He LOVES when you nuzzle into his chest and press a kiss right above his heart. He'll sometimes even hold your head there for a little bit just cause it makes him feel so good? Until he hears Charles whine because as much as Charles loves watching you and Pierre together, he wants to join the cuddles!!

And then Charles!

Charles is sometimes more on you and sometimes more on Pierre. If he's had a very bad day, he tends to lay more on you so that he can suckle on a titty, because nothing brings bunny as much comfort as that. Pierre is more than happy with that of course, he'll even stretch his arm over and hold Charles's head to your chest.

So Charles basically just throws himself on top of you and Pierre, getting kisses and cuddles.

Often you three will plan on watching a series or movie like that, but within ten minutes no one is paying attention the tv. All three of you are just kissing each other and enjoying being in each other's presence, often telling each other plans and how your days have been and it's just so nice.

Charles is always the first to fall asleep, because he's a sleepy little bunny. You and Pierre will generally chat for a bit longer, but Pierre will fall asleep next. Pierre always says he's awake and fine and then within a minute he's asleep.

You always tell yourself you'll wait a few more minutes and then herd your boys to the bedroom, but inevitably you end up asleep too.

Secretly, Pierre LOVES getting you and Charles to bed. It's probably his protective nature coming in. He wakes you first, kissing your ear and whispering to you until you start stirring, then you do the same to Charles. You can walk yourself to bed in your half asleep state, but Pierre always carries Charles.

Often Charles, all soft and sleepy, will whine and flap his arms around in Pierre's arms until you take it and hold his hand for the trip up to the bedroom. He never remembers doing this in the morning.

#poly!piarles #pg #cl #f!reader #soft soft vibes #🍁

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Billy Mine - Act 1.3

In the early evenings, before my curfew, Bill will come to visit me. It was easier this way. If he didn't visit me, I'd sneak out of the dorm to go find him. I had a knack of sneaking out of wherever I was supposed to be. Bill would call me an escape artist. Many nights, I'd end up in the boys dorm looking for Billy. I got in trouble a lot for that, but I didn't care.

Billy Mine is beautiful. He got more handsome as the years went by. Tall & lithe, thick dark hair, sharp cheekbones, a dimple in his chin & the darkest eyes. Most times, you'll find him scowling, but when he smiles at me, my chest used to expand like a balloon with all the love & adoration I had for him. I wasn't the only girl at the Home who found Billy beautiful. There were a lot of girls and I hated each & every one of them. They would try to use me to get to Billy. One girl, was jealous of the attention I got from Billy so I became her personal punching bag until Billy saw the bruises and marks she left on me.

I learned how to do a cartwheel, and needed to show Billy. "Watch me! You ain't looking!" I laughed as the world turned upside down. My shirt got loose & rose up revealing one of my bruises.

Bill does a double take, "Bunny? C'mere."

"No, watch me." I did another sad excuse of a cartwheel.

"Juliet! I said c'mere! NOW!" I jerk my head in his direction. He never used that tone with me. I hurry over & he holds my wrists, "Do you have a bruise on your tummy?"

"No," trying to tug my hand out of his grasp, but he won't let go.

"Bun, don't you dare lie to me. Did someone hurt you?" Billy was hurt badly by a bad man who visited the Home. I overheard people talking about him.

"No."

"Show me. I don't believe you." Bill folds his arms across his chest and we engage in a staring contest which I eventually lose because I can't stand the glare Billy is giving me. He bends over & reaches for the hem of my tshirt, "I'm going to take a little look, ok?" I let him look and hear him suck in air through his teeth. He looks down at me and I cry. I never seen him look so angry. Not like a regular mad. It was a scary mad. He closes his eyes and paces in front of me while I cry & he stops, "Bunny, can I see that again?" I nod. He looks at the bruise & traces his finger along it. "Does it still hurt you?"

"No."

He turns me around & lifts my shirt again to see more marks on my back. "Who did this? Who touched you?"

I turn back to him and I couldn't take his anger. I threw my arms around his neck & he picks me up & rocks me while he paces. "I love you, Billy. Don't be mad at me."

"I ain't mad at you." He sets me on my feet & grabs my shoulders, looking me straight in the eyes, "But Juliet, you can't ever, EVER lie to me again. You hear me? I ain't playing around. I'm dead serious"."

"I swear!" I hold out my pinky to him. He gives me a small smile and links his pinky with mine & I promise. He smiled at me so I know he truly isn't angry with me so I hug him again.

"You also need to tell me who did that to you."

"Carla. She likes you and wants me to give you her dumb notes. I told her no and now she don't like me. You're Billy Mine, not hers."

"Yea, Bun, I'm not hers," again with a soft smile. "Look, I gotta take you back early. There's something I need to do." Not wanting to get Billy more angry, I obey without making a fuss.

I don't know what Billy did to Carla, but she gave me a wide berth. She wouldn't even look at me anymore which was fine by me.

*****

Billy was always my hero. He loved me & looked after me. He was, to a naïve and stubborn 8 year old, Prince Charming. As in all fairy tales, it's not real. It always comes to an end. At that age I was clueless on the urges of horny 16 year old boys. Billy hadn't come by for my visit. I escaped the ward & went to look for Billy. Only to find him wrapped up in Jessica. The kisses I thought should have been mine when I was older, he gave freely away to her. Sweet words of love, calling her beautiful & his.

I look back on it now and I can laugh at it, but that night I was destroyed. I had thought my heart was irrevocably broken. My love, my dreams...shattered. For the past 5 years, I lived and breathed Billy Russo. I had been in love with him for more than half of my young life. Jessica was always sweet and nice to me, but I wanted to kill her.

I attacked them both. They were no match for a feral 8 year old. They were too concerned with covering up naked body parts and trying to prevent me from gouging his girlfriend's eyes out. "Stop it, Juliet! What the fuck are you doing?" Billy gave me a teeth rattling shake. I fell to the ground, kicking up into his groin. He dropped to his knees, incapacitated so I could make my escape.

I didn't want to stay at the Home any longer, but I couldn't run away. I had nowhere to go. Billy came looking for me, but I hid or avoided him. I felt a little joy seeing Jessica scratched up by my nails. She'd heal and be just as beautiful as she was before. I could always feel when Billy's eyes were on me or if he was near, my skin would break out in goose bumps. When I recognized that feeling, I knew to make myself scarce. He betrayed me and I wanted nothing to do with him.

I was determined to get out. Families wanted well-behaved children, so I became well-behaved. There was a couple that would frequently come to visit. Ms. Christina was my teacher when I first got there. She was always really nice. I like her. She recently started bringing her husband around. I never paid attention to them because I wanted to stay here with Billy. I wasn't tethered to him anymore. The next time they visited, I tried to pay attention & behave for them.

Patrick & Christina Ellis. I owe them so much. They changed my life. I would be nothing without them. Patrick was a Judge with the NY County Supreme Court which eventually lead him into politics. Christina was a school teacher. They weren't able to have any children of their own. I thank my lucky stars that they were ok with adopting an older child and they didn't want a baby. They started fostering me and then I got adopted. I went home with them & I never returned to Ray of Hope.

Billy was there the day I left. I felt him, but I refused to look at him. It helped that I was still so angry at him. Christina sat with me in the backseat of their car. I snuck a look once Patrick started driving away. Billy was standing at the side of the house watching me leave. Christina held me & let me cry. It was the last time I thought I'd ever see Billy Mine.

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yourdarlingyandere · 1 year

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I love when you stalk me 💞

I love when you get jealous of my friends 💞

I love when you get jealous of characters I get crushes on 💞

I love when you cover me in hickeys so no one can ever think I'm available 💞

I love when you pick out one of your tshirts for me to wear for the day 💞

I love when you kiss me and tell me I belong solely to you over and over 💞

Make me yours, own me entirely, make my decisions for me, treat me like I'm a fragile bunny and you're my big bad wolf to protect me from everything and everyone 💞

#nsft #lovesick #obsessive love #yandere #yandere thoughts #actually yandere #yandere bpd #yanderecore #yancore

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wellthatjusthappend · 2 years

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JayRoy abo drabble

Letting this brain bunny out into the wild.

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Jason doesn't really do the whole heat thing.

He had one really intense presentation heat after he came out of the pit, but since then he doesn't really seem to keep a predictable cycle. Talia tells him not to worry, and that it's likely because there are no worthy alpha's around. Jason's a little skeptical, especially since he's never really been interested in alpha's, but he's not complaining about not having to go through the hassel everything 3 months

These days, he only goes into heat now if he's around another omega in heat. Not the greatest since he didn't have the best sense of smell since he got back- trauma related or some bullshit- but since he installed the new ventilators in his helmet... His chances of inhaling accidental heat pheromones were pretty much nil.

Jason gets a little complacent about it.

Then he goes to one his and Roy's safehouses to pick up a new helmet and finds it locked up tight. A little strange, but he figured maybe Roy had wanted to be a little extra secure before he left on a mission. That was a little out of character, but it's not like they'd been talking lately since Roy fucked off to go play hero with the Titans.

Or more accurately, since Jason drove him away when he panicked about how close they were getting.

He didn't want to think about that.

Instead, he focused on getting in the back way. Roy had activated a lot more security than was the norm. Jason wondered if he'd been working on something especially dangerous and made a note to keep an eye out.

There's nothing especially obvious though when he gets inside. The air is a little thick and stuffy and makes his skin prickle, so Jason flips on a fan and gets to work.

It's not that hard to find the parts he needs, so he settles on the couch to start piecing things together. Roy was always better at this part, but Jason could get by just fine, thank you very much.

It's hot though.

He's there barely an hour before he's soaking through his tshirt and his head is starting to ache. He frowns at his phone, because there's no way it's actually the temperature that's displayed. He starts to pull himself up and is struck by a sudden wave of dizziness and fatigue.

Jason wonders if he's coming down with something.

Once he slumps back against the couch he can't find it in himself to move again. Everything feels heavy and strange.

Just a quick nap, he decides. Jason may have been burning the candle at both ends lately since there's no one to tell him not to anymore. A power nap should probably make him feel better.

Jason pulls out the couch cushions so he has more room, and then piles them up like a fort around him. It doesn't make sense, because it's hot and that should be worse, but it feels better so Jason doesn't care.

He kicks off his clothes because they feel scratchy and wrong, and curls up under one of the soft blankets Roy had insisted on keeping around.

His last thought before he drifts is that it'd be rather nice to have that freckled skin against his own.

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Roy wakes up and breathes a sigh of relief as he realizes he's hit a lull in his heat. It's been a bit of a bad one so far, and fucking himself with the stale remnants of Jason's scent around from however many months ago was just making him feel even more shitty. It was the closest place though, AND the most secure.

Taking advantage of the fact that he could think for at least a little bit, Roy dragged himself reluctantly to the bathroom and then to the kitchen to fill up his water bottles.

The scent of heat was so thick in the air Roy could taste it.

...too thick actually, Roy frowned. And it didn't smell like it usually did.

Roy's heart sped up when he registered both the fan and the living room light were on and Roy hadn't touched those (he'd gone straight to bed). It was like something straight out of every Omega's nightmares except... Roy couldn't seem to panic. Something about the scent...

It was like home.

The scent of heat grew thicker as Roy crept into the living room to the pile of cushions on the couch. Took a shaky breath as he recognized the sweaty curls and flushed face between the layers of the clumsy nest.

"Jaybird," Roy tried to rouse him, "come on, why are you here?"

Especially out in the open. It was no place to nest, an omega as old as Jason should know that. If he'd come to the bedroom, he would have seen Roy there- not fucked him senseless, since that only happened fantasies- and moved to another safehouse for his heat.

Jason's eyes fluttered open and Roy knew he'd be seeing that blown and dazed look in his dreams.

"Roy...?" He murmured, voice all low and gravely, making Roy's thighs positively slick. But something wasn't right. Jason was too confused, too hazy. He barely seemed to be able to be able to stay and that was not normal for a heat (the drive to go find a mate made Roy damn jittery unless he took meds).

Tentatively, Roy touched Jason's forehead and swore quietly at how high his fever was. Jason just leaned into his touch with a soft sigh.

"No!" Jason clutched at his hand when he tried to pull away, "don't go. I didn't mean it, not any of it. Don't leave me. I need- I-I need-!"

Roy's chest ached.

"Hey, hey, I know," Roy tried to soothe, I just need to get the phone. You're not doing so great, Jaybird."

That is if Roy could make it there. Jason's heat was making his own flare up quicker than usual.

"... feel strange," muttered Jason, clinging just a bit tighter.

"I know you do. But I'm going to take care of you," Roy promised, pushing his hair back from his face.

Jason relaxed instantly.

"Ok."

#jayroy #abo #omega x omega #this ended up longer than the 3 paragraphs i thought it'd be...#my writing

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jupebox · 1 year

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good grief it took me over a month to finally finish my hourlies from this year but i did finish them!!!! watercolor on a weird accordion notebook i found in my paper stash. i bought myself some fun sparkly and color changing watercolors on etsy and tested the sparkles out for shiny fuecoco and the “ALEX!!!” panel, so, included a closeup of those at the end so you can see the sparples.

Transcript provided below the cut for people who can’t read my chicken scratch!

6:40 “i need to get an autofeeder”

i am sleeping. my alarm starts beeping, and immediately my cat begins screaming at full volume, leading me to her empty food bowl. Once I put food into the bowl, the scream morphs into eating noises. with a dead-eyed stare, i contemplate this. my father says “good morning!” after a pause, I reply “no, good night”. the munching noises continue through all the final panels.

7:20 “i should enable do not disturb”

i am back asleep. my phone buzzes with a “bzzt”. On the screen is a picture of a bunny and a message that reads “LOL that’s totally my bunny!!”. i put the phone down, thinking “cute”. after a beat, I look back up and my internal monologue says “oh god i said so much stupid stuff in yesterday’s interview. there’s no way i’m getting that job now. aaaauuuugh brain shut UP”. The last panel is a small zoomed out drawing of me upset and screaming aaAAAAaaa

8:40 “undending regrets”

i am still in bed. my phone buzzes with a “bzzt” again. The screen says “interview: thanks for the email! feel free to ask any questions! :) - name”. the last panel is a zoomed in closeup of my upset face, surrounded by my internal scream of “I SAID SO MUCH STUPID STUFF”

9:40 “do it for him”

i am STILL in bed, but annoyed, when my phone buzzes with a “bzzt” again. This time the screen says “bro: hey when do we need to book kirby cafe stuff”. the last panel is me typing furiously on the phone while thinking “yeah I’ll wake up for that”

10-10:30 “too bad about those 530 fuecoco eggs”

I am playing pokemon on my nintendo switch. I say “ah. my whole team is physical attackers, huh”. the screen shows a tinkatuff, a flamigo, and the top of a veluza. The last panel shows a rabsca, with the text “except for the one that sucks, huh.”

10:30-11:15 “cleaning the bathrooms + harrow the ninth”

I am wiping down the counter in a bathroom, wearing headphones. text across the top of the panels reads “...because in those eyes, you were already dead. Your 18th birthday passe-” and is interrupted by me looking up, incredulous, saying “18???” loudly. “HARROW IS 18!? BABIES!!!” I say, while holding cleaning supplies. The last panel is just text that reads “i am absolutely mercymorn.”

11:25 “going for a walk outside!”

the first panel is a drawing of me, all bundled up. there are labels pointing to all of the warm things I am wearing - hat, scarf, hoodie, fingerless gloves, turtleneck. The second panel is me surrounded by people in tshirts. the text says “Forecast: 45F and sunny. I am a californian.”

11:30-12:05 “priorities”

i am walking by the river with my friend and infodumping about my pokemon troubles. I am saying “...and even after like 600 eggs we STILL didn’t hatch any shiny fuecoco”. “oh my god” she replies. “wait.” she says in panel 2, with a consternated look on her face, “so, winning a boss battle with items is “tedious” but spending 10 hours breeding eggs is a fun challenge?” a tiny chibi of me holds up a finger and says “listen.” in the last panel, as though this were any kind of defense.

12:05-12:15 “impeccable timing”

my friend is walking toward her car; we have finished our walk. “lunch at that indian place?” she asks. “yeah! i don’t actually know the address but i’ll google it” i confirm. “ok, see you there!” she says, and then leaves. in the second panel I type “indian” into google maps. in the third panel my phone fucking dies. in the last panel, i stare down at it with a customer service smile, text above my head “r u srs”

12:20 “little white lies”

we’re sitting down at a booth in the indian restaurant (i did finally manage to reboot my phone and get there but that’s another story). My friend is looking around while holding a glass of water. she says “my friend was upset when i said i was checking out this place without her”. “oh no!” i reply, “should we go somewhere else?” my friend waves off my concerns in panel 2 with a “nah, it’s fine. let’s see if it’s as good as she said”. Just then, our food arrives. The third panel is drawings of the food we ordered, with my star ratings and descriptions next to each. they are:

veggie biryani: 1.5 stars. flavorless & wet. veggies good tho

cauliflower pakora: .5 stars. flavorless & dry. somehow worse with the sauces

chicken tikka masala: 3 stars. rice was fine. sauce was fine. spice level ok. best thing we got

garlic naan: 2.5 stars. as crunchy garlic bread, delicious. as naan, useless

panel 4 is a top down view of us contemplating our empty plates. in the last panel, my friend is sweating and thinking hard, and says “when she asks me if it was good i dunno if i’ll be able to lie.” i encourage her “be strong”

1pm “and i get to pet her every day!”

my friend and i have gone to my house. we are knelt down on the floor trying to entice my cat to come closer. i am saying “hey business! wanna come meet my friend?” my friend is making “pss pss pss” noises. business peeks around the corner and cautiously approaches our outstretched hands. as soon as we reach for her, she shrinks away warily though, while my friend says “oh nope ok”. she finally acquiesces to being touched, but is highly suspicious. my friend says “oh! she is SO soft!’ and I reply with “ikr”

2pm “i want a rematch”

we are playing wingspan and tallying points. I have a phone in my hand, using the calculator app. in the first panel I say “so after adding up my birds, eggs, tokens, tucked birds, round points, and bonus cards, my total is-” in panel 2 i squint at my phone. panel 3: “how many points did you have”. my friend says “uhhh 73?” with a shrug. in panel 4 i flip the phone around to reveal that the score in the calculator app is 72. my friend is delighted and surprised in panel 5, saying, “i won?” I scream in outrage “BY ONE POINT”

3pm “jump to recipe”

This is a text heavy comic. in panel one there is a drawing of a vegetable in a strainer in a sink, with the text “my mom & i trade off cooking. today i’m making chinese broccoli!” panel 2 shows me cutting the ends off of the chinese broccoli, with the text “i had a few things i really wanted to learn to make when i took up cooking, & dim sum-style gai lan was near the top of the list”. the last panel says “i’ve now prepared it enough times that i don’t need to look up the recipe anymore!” and the picture shows the ingredients - sliced ginger root, 1 pound gai lan, garlic, enough water to cover the gai lan, 1 tsp baking soda, 2-3 tsp salt

4pm “5 stars!”

I am lounging on the couch, texting someone while my cat is on top of me. “made rin’s cheater chicken soup today!” i text. “oh yeah?” “yeah!” the second panel says “i just subbed the gai lan cooking liquid for the chicken broth, whatever veggies we had in the fridge for the frozen veggies, and pork potstickers for the chicken wontons!” each substitution is accompanied by a little drawing of the intended ingredient and the replacement. the last panel reads “... so you made a completely different recipe.” “yeah i sure fucking did huh”. i stare off into the distance with tears tracking down my smiling face, with a tiny “gomen” next to my head.

5pm “noble snacrifice”

each panel has a caption and small drawing. panel 1: “i overcooked....... the soup.........” with a drawing of a large pot of soup. in the pot there are indistinguishable vegetables, labeled “formerly: baby bok choy. now: mush, sad, unappetizing”. panel 2: “the textures are all wrong....” i am eating the soup with a tearful face, saying “weh”. panel 3: “but business was asleep on my feet & i couldn’t turn off the burner in time...” with a drawing of business asleep and purring

6pm “watching recovery of an mmo junkie”

i am sitting in bed with a laptop on my lap, leaning forward, invested, saying “does sakurai have the brain cell???” in the second panel i am making a victorious pose and shouting “HE DOOO” (fuck yeah!) while the laptop goes flying

7pm “friendship is magic”

i’m still lying in bed on the laptop, when my phone buzzes with another “bzzt”. The notification reads “joltik tagged you in a tweet”. panel 3 is a drawing of a tweet from “edelgard stan 4 lyfe (@tinyjoltiks)” that is just “@jupeboxal” and an image. the image is of a shiny fuecoco, with the text “fuecoco hatched from the egg!” the last panel is a chibi drawing of my overwhelmed and joyfully tearful face, with an enormous “ALEX!!!!” caption

8pm “tOo BaD aBoUt ThOsE 530 fUeCoCo EgGs”

it is a single panel. the panel is a 5 x 11 grid of tiny non-shiny fuecocos as you might see in a box view in pokemon scarlet/violet. There is a text dialogue at the bottom of the panel that says “Would you like to save your progress and start the Surprise Trade?”

9pm “no seriously where can you buy these”

In the first panel I am peering at a bookcase full of notebooks and art supplies, thinking “hmm what should I draw my hourlies on?” in the second panel i am selecting one notebook and thinking “i gotta have some watercolor paper somewhere”. the last panel is me stretching out an accordion watercolor journal with bugged out eyes, thinking “THIS IS SO COOL??? WHERE DID I GET THIS???”

10pm “she never leaves you guessing”

i am in bed again but now I am drawing in the watercolor notebook with little “skitch skitch skitch” sound effects. a large brightly-colored “MOW” yelling bubble appears at the bottom of the panel. the second panel is overlapping MOW” speech bubbles surrounding me, no longer drawing. panel 3 is from my perspective, of the door to my room, where my cat is screaming “MOW” with a hair tie in her mouth. In the last panel, I have put down the notebook and am sitting up saying “ah. it is play time.” while my cat stands demandingly on the bed, having dropped the hair tie in front of me, with a very long loud “MOOOOOOOW!!!” spanning the entire panel in the background

11pm “it’s something”

a drawing of the accordion watercolor notebook, unfolded. Outside of the notebook, the text reads “finally working on hourlies!” with sparkles surrounding the word “hourlies”. inside the notebook there is a sketchy drawing of the first comic, the one from 6:40. the next page of the notebook says “...hourly”. the next page says “i did one.” the next page has a drawing of the “it’s something” rage comic person, and the page after that says “it’s something.”

#comics #hourly comic day #hourlies #comic #sequential #cats #cat #watercolor #traditional art #watercolors #pokemon #fuecoco

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