#fuck whoever leaked this stuff

[0ccasionality]

[lizard-dumbass]

Damn it. I just saw a leak.

[droaxa]

✧ tags: yandere cheater x reader, angst, yandere, nsfw content

✧ warnings: obsessive yandere behavior, stalking, nsfw content, cheating, angst, creep behavior, jealousy, grabbing, sexual acts

✧ a/n: you guys wanted both the yan royalty and yan cheater so imma do both ‼️ i’ll post the royalty one later cause you guys are in for a treat

not proofread but enjoy! (ty for the love on the last post as well <3)

part 1 - part 2 - part 3

cheater bf who sleeps with your friends behind your back. it’s not like you were anything special anyway, he just tolerated you so he could get closer to some real women

cheater bf who makes you beg for the bare minimum: giving you his jacket, holding your hand during a scary movie, etc etc but does all those things for your friends with a charming smile

cheater bf who says you’re overreacting after he holds your friends hand during a scary movie instead of yours

“hey don’t be selfish, poor girl looked like she was gonna cry. what kinda friend are you?”

you miss the way his fingers trailed up her thighs halfway through the movie when you squeeze your eyes shut. terrified of the unfolding movie scene as your bf comforts another girl

cheater bf who has fucked your roommate in your dorm room bed. oh you’re asking why they look sweaty and tired? they were trying to move your bed cause she dropped something behind it ofc.

cheater bf who finally gets caught a year into your relationship after you walk in on him mid-thrust into your ‘friend’ after they both excused themselves to the bathroom during your hangout.

cheater bf who zips up his pants and runs after a sobbing you to explain but stops half way, what was there to explain anyway? you would be heartbroken yes, but he had got what he wanted didn’t he? ignoring the dull tug on his heart he returns to his dorm

ex bf who throws himself on his bed while thinking about you. finally he picks up the lingering sent of you on his bed and various items that belong to your littered across the room. little gifts to him and cards wishing him happiness. maybe you’d become more intertwined in his life than he thought

ex bf that drops your stuff at your new dorm in a cardboard box, unluckily for you, you open it at the same time and are left staring at each other. like a cat you quickly dart out, grab the box, and retreat after locking the door can’t you just look at him once?

ex bf who feels empty after your breakup, he misses your cooking, your nagging for him to take care of himself, your smiles. fuck. what was the point of being free to fuck whoever he wanted if all he could imagine was you?

ex bf who stalks your socials, irritated that you removed him from your posts and blocked him on everything. and one day when he’s on his burner stalking you, a new story pops up. it’s innocent enough, a picture of you at dinner with a small caption “dinner out”, but then he notices the masculine hand on the table across from you wearing a watch not quite made for a woman.

his blood is boiling. you’re his. his girl.

yandere cheater who scours his room for anything that reminds him of you, finally finding a shirt in the back of his closet that he didn’t find earlier. suffocating his face with the soft fabric, moaning as he sniffed the garment

yandere cheater who hurriedly ruts into his hand as he hold the fabric up to his nose, cock leaking as he fucks his hand to your scent. he cums hard, harder than he had with any of your bimbo ‘friends’

yandere cheater who finally realized what he was missing: you. he caves in and incessantly messages and calls you, showing up at your door to win back your love.

yandere cheater who grows tired, he’s always been impatient. he knows what he did was wrong, especially to an angel like you but everyone deserves a second chance right? after all you were his soulmate

yandere cheater who shows up at a cafe you’re at and sits across from you like nothing is wrong. when you get up to leave, he forces you back into the seat. whispering in your ear to not make a scene. pulling out his phone he reveals intimate pictures of you from your relationship.

“it would be a darn shame if anyone saw these hm? your poor mom would be so disappointed that her dear daughter was just passing these around”

your eyes widen and you beg him to delete them, you’ll do anything!

“just come back to me and all these will be gone”

he grins, to wide to be kind. he wouldn’t send them out anyway. your body was his alone to see. but fuck did it have a effect on you, your big eyes fill with caution.

“please there must be-“ he cuts you off.

“there’s no other way than back to me sweets”

once you shakily get up, he throws his arm over your shoulder, keeping you pinned to his side as you both leave the coffee shop. your hot coffee long forgotten on the table as the chilly air hits your faces. your body further fills with despair as you pass the ally next to the shop, spotting the date you were going to meet. face bloodied and body limp against the red brick.

your ex was always far stronger than you, far stronger than anyone else you had met too. his dedication to martial arts was one of the things that had drawn you to him. but now, his vice grip on you as he guides you to his car isn’t to prove his strength to protect you. it’s to intimidate you into giving in to him

and if you didn’t, there would be consequences.

[dark-and-kawaii]

You can pick who but I'm begging for more smut from you. Zevlor Rolan Haarlep Raphael whoever I just need it. Call me thirsty I don't care.

Shameless Smut

Haarlep x f!Tav/Reader - Zevlor x f!Tav/Reader - Raphael xf!Tav/Reader - Rolan x f!Tav/Reader - Dammon x f!Tav/Reader

⋆˙⟡♡ Notes: I- I picked everyone and added Dammon because i'm horny and unhinged like that... AND BE THIRSTY WE LOVE A THIRSTY HOOMAN!!!

⋆˙⟡♡ NSFW | Haarlep Is The Best | Big Dick Zevy | Creampie | Dirty Talk | Breeding | Pregnancy | Choking | Tail Play | Public Sex | Lorroakan Is A Perv | Dammon Chokes You With His Tail | I Missed Stuff But Oh Well

Enjoy xoxo

Haarlep

“What would the city think, their precious little hero-“ Haarlep thrusted the rest of their cock inside you, “filled with an incubus’s seed.” They continue to ravish your cunt, stretching and filling you so well, you could only pant as you clenched the sheets.

“How would they react-“ Haarlep bent down, their teeth grazing against the back of your neck, their hand caressing your still flat tummy, “seeing their savior swollen with a demon’s child~” The incubus bit down gently, but enough to mark you, a dark red hickey blooming where their lips met your skin. You groaned, tightening up on their cock, the thought of bearing an incubus’s child, bearing a demon child, was strangely arousing.

Haarlep growled at the feeling of you squeezing down on them, and continued pounding into you, their hand tangling in your hair to press your face against the mattress, your ass high in the air. You let out a muffled moan as Haarlep ravished you, the head of their cock hitting that spongy spot inside you every time, and their tail rubbing your clit with a speed and skill that rivaled your own hand. You felt the knot in your stomach tighten and coil, your moans turning into desperate mewls.

“s’too- too much! I-I can’t- AH~!!”

Haarlep’s hand wraps around your throat as they slam into your sopping pussy, the bed creaking, “So pretty with my hand around your delicate little neck-“ headboard slamming into the wall and you just have to hang onto the sheets like your life depends on it.

"Do I scare you?" The incubus purred, letting the hand squishing your neck tighten around it, "Do I terrify you? You know what I am and what I can do." Their voice was low and their breathing harsh.

Haarlep’s breathing picked back up when you nodded- their hip knocking against you painfully when your hand came up and sealed around their wrist, pressing down. Wanting them to do it, to press harder, to push you around more and more, shamed in how good the feel of their hand squeezing your throat made you feel."Y-Yes! Y-you- nngh- a-ah~!” you gasped, "B-but you- f’m-make me f-feel- n-nngh- s’good- AH~!"

You were a mess beneath them, panting and moaning like a bitch in heat, the feeling of them filling you up making you see stars, “gu-gunna fill m-me~” you babbled, eyes rolling back. Haarlep chuckled darkly, their thrusts becoming sloppy.

"Pump you full- fill your womb with my seed- fill you till you're leaking-" Haarlep grinned against your flesh, "-until the hero’s stomach swells with my child- I'll make you a mother, a breeder for my little demons." They mutter, the tip of their tail flicking your clit just right, your thighs trembling and your vision whiting out.

"F-Fuck! Haarlep~!!" Your orgasm slammed into you, making you scream.

“Good! Cum- cum with me, little mortal-!"

"S'gonna- I-I-!! G-Gods, please!~" You sobbed your body going numb. Haarlep always teeters on losing themself at this part, always brought back though to reality by your nails digging into their wrist, and how sweetly you whimper their name.

"H-Haarlep~” you sob, wanting, needing their cum, "I-I want- I w-wanna b-be a m-mother, w-want you t-to f-fill me- g-give me a c-child~" You were crying now, the way your walls just clamp down around them, pulsing and gushing.

"I'll take such good care of you~" they coo, kissing your tears away as they paint your insides white. Their seed warm and thick, Haarlep pressed themself deeper inside you to push their cum even further. Their tip rubbing against your cervix, the incubus wanting to be sure their sperm finds a home in your womb.

Their goal to make sure the shape of their cock is imprinted into your gummy walls, wanting to ruin you for anyone else. 

Rolan

Rolan grabbed your arms, his face deepening in color as soon as his back hits the scroll shelf. He looked down at you, his lips parted in a slight snarl, his nostrils flaring, "Th-Thish is highly inappropriate-." He tries to protest, but you push forward, your lips meeting his. He stiffens for a moment before he relaxes- almost. Pushing you off of him, Rolan glares at you, his lips firm. "You're insufferable-." He groans, “You need to leave before Lorroakan retur-“.

You stare at the cut on his eyebrow, your eyes trailing to find the bruise on his cheek. The marks his mentor left behind… Your eyes darkened, and you press up against him, your chest rubbing against his.

"I'm not leaving until I know you're alright." You hiss, your eyes softening when you find his stare, your lips pursed, “besides~” You tiptoe your fingers up his chest, tracing over his heart, before finding his neck, then his chin. You lean in, gently pulling him forward. His breath hitching. "I want him to catch us~” You glide your nail against his throat, causing Rolan to swallow thickly, his adam's apple bobbing as his eyes flutter close and he sighs.

"You are… insufferable," he says, his voice a mere whisper. Your lips curl into a smirk as you pull him in for a kiss, pressing your body closer.

“Want him~” you trace his bottom lip with your tongue, nipping him gently, "to catch me~" you whisper, his breath deepening, before his hands find their way around your waist, gripping the fabric of your shirt, “to watch me take you~".

Rolan inhales sharply, his lips parting just enough for your tongue to slip through, the heat of his mouth causing your eyes to flutter closed. He groans, his hand cupping the back of your neck, his tongue brushing against yours. You pull back, a string of saliva connecting the both of you. His mouth following yours before you push him back again, “I want Lorroakan to hear my sweet Rolan’s moans~"

You tug up on his robe, "Want him to hear me cry your name~.” You bite your lip, “To watch you fill my dripping pussy with your delicious cum~" You glance up at Rolan, whose face is completely flushed, his lips parted, and eyes dark, “Wanna bruise his ego~”

"You are going to be the death of me," He spins the two of you, your back to the shelf now. His hips roll forward and you can feel the evidence of his arousal.

"I'll be your death." you whisper, pressing up against him.

Rolan groans, his lips ghosting against your neck, "And what a way to go," he mumbles, his breath hot. He kisses along your neck, his teeth grazing over your pulse. He reaches his hand out, and grabs the shelf above you, knocking a scroll onto the ground, "Lorroakan is going to find us." He warns, “ The man knows everything that happens in this tower."

You moan as he bites your neck, his fingers digging into your skin before pushing you down to the ground. Rolan’s hand forcefully flips your dress up, bunching it at your hips, his other hand reaching to rub the wet spot of your panties, "So wet already."

He pulls down your undergarments, his hand slipping between your slick folds, his thumb finding your clit and rubbing it in slow circles, his middle finger sliding into you, his index finger teasing the edge of your ass, "Such a degenerate," he purrs, his tail flicking behind him.

You moan, rocking your hips, feeling his fingers slide in and out, “Rolan~," you mewl, spreading your legs, your chest pressed into the wooden floor.

"Look at you, getting so wet, so loud." His fingers move faster, the lewd, wet noises filling the tower. You moan, reaching a hand back, grasping his arm. Rolan grunts, "Do you want Lorroakan to find us? Hear me make you a sloppy mess?" He growls, adding another finger, "Do you want him to see how good you're taking my fingers? Hear the noises you make?"

You nod, "Yes!" you mewl, "P-please~, rut into me, Rolan~."

He scoffs, his fingers leaving you, the wetness trickling down your thighs. You feel his cock slide between your slick folds, a low groan leaving his throat, "Such a needy thing," he mumbles, his lips trailing soft kisses along your back, "My needy thing." he growls, his hands wrapping around your waist, his tail coiling around your leg.

He pushes in, a small groan leaving his throat, his hips flush against your ass, his head pressed into your back, "So tight," he groans, his nails digging into your sides, "My beautiful girl."

He starts to move, pulling out until only the tip is left, and then roughly thrusting in. You gasp, pushing back against him, feeling his hips slap against your ass, "R-Rolan~" you moan, clawing the wood beneath you, "M-More~" you whine.

Rolan moves his hands to your breasts, groping and pinching throat the thin fabric of your dress, his thumbs rolling over your nipples, "How lewd of you, getting turned on by the thought of being caught." He teases while he rocks his hips, his tail tightening around your leg. He grunts, his thrusts growing erratic, his nails digging into the tender flesh of your breasts.

Rolan is too focused on you, his rough snaps causing scrolls to fall from the shelf beside you, but as you tilt your head you notice a pair of eyes staring at you, their cock in their hand.

You lock eyes with Lorroakan, who watches silently. The sight of him causes a chill to run up your spine, your back arching as Rolan pulls you up giving Looroakan a perfect view of his cock thrusting into you, your juices coating his cock making a mess on the floor. Rolan doesn't stop, his nails digging into the soft flesh of your breasts, his head buried in the crook of your neck. "Cum for me," He whispers in your ear, his hot breath fanning against your neck, his pace unrelenting, his cock hitting all the right places.

"M' s'so close~," You whine, your eyes never leaving Lorroakan’s, "C-Cumming~" you mewl, closing your eyes. Your body tenses, and the knot in your stomach snaps, your legs twitching as Rolan keeps thrusting, your walls clenching around his cock. Rolan's hips stutter, his thrusts growing sloppy, and a low groan leaves his throat, "D-Damn," he grunts, his cum spilling out, the warmth causing a shudder to run through your body.

You hear Lorroakan groan, his own cum covering his hands. His eyes meet yours, and you bite your lip, your hand reaching behind your to pull Rolan's face to yours. "Kiss me~," and he obliges, his hand slipping between your legs, rubbing your overstimulated clit, "Again?" He chuckles, "Such a dirty girl."

You would keep at it until Lorroakan had to come pull you off Rolan…

Raphael

"Sweet little mouse." Raphael whispers, taking in how fucked out you are beneath him, wheezing out how good he feels. 

"Do you like being pinned down like this, hm?" it's an almost teasing lilt. You think he’s laughing at your stupefied state, but in reality he’s marveling, basking in how good you are to him, greedily accepting his cock.

You nod your head, whimpering. The motion is a pathetic, weak jerk. A few strands of hair fall across your forehead. He takes note of how flushed your cheeks are, how glossy your eyes look.

The sight makes him groan. You feel so good, clenching and spasming around him with each thrust, making him throb and swell.

He has you trapped, completely. Raphael has broken you to the point where all you can do is take his cock, whimpering and crying as he drives it deeper into you, stretching your insides so that they fit his shape and no one else's ever again. Eradicating the memories of those who had been with you prior.

You think to yourself, there’s nothing more delicious than being pressed, pinned down onto his bed, bred like livestock, and barely able to suck in a shaky breath of air between each rough thrust.

The feeling of his cock plunging deep inside, filling you up, stretching you, is addicting. You don't know how many times he’s made you cum, only that it doesn't seem to stop. Unable to focus on anything else besides the cock splitting you open and the pleasure wracking through your body.

"M-more~!!" you wail against the sound of your squelching cunt, feeling his thick cock tug at your walls as he leaves. It’s a frenzy entanglement- you provoke him, spur him on to drive into you faster and harder, the way you wiggle and clench down onto his thick cock, creaming so hard that with each impact you can not only hear it- you feel it splatter down in between the folds of your stretched cunt, drip down the seam of your ass. 

The cambion more than willing to provide. He’ll keep you forever, a beautiful ornament for his bed, his own personal toy to fuck whenever he desires, a perfect suitor to give him children, an army of his own blood, a pretty little thing to keep by his side. 

Zevlor

“Mm~ Zevlor-” warm hands made their way up your thighs. You gasped at the feeling of your underwear being pulled to the side. The cool air nipped at your hot skin. 

"I- I missed you so much, Zevy.”

The tiefling let out a soft hum, "I’ve been quite busy, haven’t I?" his tail brushed against your folds, and your breath hitched.

He chuckled and pressed his thumb on your clit. He began rubbing it in circles and you mewled in delight.

"I apologize," he whispered in your ear.

His lips trailed hot kisses down your arm, his hands wondering over your entire body, pausing at your swollen belly and looking up at you.

You met his gaze with half lidded eyes and smiled, caressing his cheek. His eyes softened and a smile grew on his lips as he continued kissing lower and lower. Situating himself in between your thighs, he hooked your legs over his shoulders, as he buried his face in your pussy.

The heat of his tongue sent a shiver through your spine and a groan escaped your lips. You arched your back off the bed and grabbed his horns.

"Z-Zev~" his thick fingers held your cunt lip apart, his tongue making small circles around your clit before a finger probed at your dripping hole.

"S's~ hahhh~" Zevlor curled his fingers, feeling for the spongy spot that made you arch your back for him, careful not to scape your insides with his nails. Your hips bucked into his face but his other arm held you down and prevented you from moving, “I~ please~ please~! Zevlor! I-“ You blushed, holding your swollen belly, “N-need you~”

Zevlor pulled away from you and you whined at the loss. He looked at you and licked his lips. His horns glistened from the sweat on your hands, his lips and chin shiny from your juices.

He crawled on top of you and kissed your forehead, then your nose, then finally, his lips met yours. You sighed into the kiss, tasting yourself on him, his tongue exploring every corner of your mouth, your tongues dancing. His hand finding the swoll of your stomach where his child grows…

His child.

Zevlor still can’t get over it. The thought of it turns him on and he can feel his own cheek flush with embarrassment. He constantly thinks about how he filled you up so full of his cum it had gotten you pregnant, the sounds of you begging him to impregnate you still lingering. You were so beautiful like this, so plump and soft. He’d never admit it, but if he could, he’d put another child in you this second. 

“Fu~ S’so tigh-tight~~” you squirmed beneath him as he pushed into your sopping cunt. Despite bedding with him countless of times it was always such a stretch. Your toes curled and a long drawn out moan escaped your lips as your hole greedily took in his thick girth.

He let out a guttural groan as he felt your velvety walls envelop him. It had been a few days since the last time you two had sex and your insides hugged him so tightly, so nicely.

He slowly thrusted his hips, relishing in the wet heat of your cunt.

Dammon

"D-Dammon! I-I'm so sorry! I‘ll be a good girl, I swear!" Lying in the hay you struggle against the rope wrung around your wrists, but Dammon easily presses his foot over the both of your bound arms, forcing you to stay still. He kneels down beside you, his lip lower down to your ear, nose inhaling your scent as he talks down to you calmly and quietly, "Keep count.”

You take in a shaky breath before nodding in agreement, fingers balling up into tight fists as you brace yourself for impact. The first strike of his hand comes down hard, stinging the delicate flesh of your exposed bottom. A small yelp leaves your mouth and you instinctively move forward, “Ah~ O-One! Another strike and you cry out louder this time, tears welling up in your eyes, "fu’-Two!"

The next six strikes come in quickly, and by the end of it your tears and mascara paint your face, your lip tint smeared from burying your face against rough hay inside the barn… Your ass marked with his handprints, and Dammon finds himself running a fingertip over the sore flesh, smirking lightly to himself. "So desperate from my cock that you couldn't even control yourself in front of her, could you?"

"Y-Yes-!."

It was true, you always grew envious when Karlach was around, desperate to show her that Dammon belonged to you.

He pulls you up so that you're resting on your knees, your face now level with his crotch. Dammon’s calloused hand grips your jaw tight, forcing his thumb past your lips.

"Are you going to be good for me," he says darkly, and you can't help the whimper that rises when his coarse thumb and nail presses down on your tongue, saliva pooling. He takes his thumb from your mouth with a pop. His hand fishing his cock out of his slacks, "Go on, wrap those pretty lips of yours around me." and you open your mouth wide, tongue lolling out to lap at his cock.

Dammon's cock is impressive in size, thick and veiny with a bulbous head, and the sight of you kneeling before him, tied up, lips stained and eyes puffy from crying has him leaking pre cum.

Dammon's hand that had been gripping your jaw moved to grip a handful of your hair, his tail coiling around the base of your throat, choking you in a way that leaves you moaning around him.

The head of his cock hits the back of your throat, and you choke, eyes welling up with tears as you look up at Dammon who looks back down at you, smirking, "Can't have you forgetting that you’re the only one that belongs to me."

Dammon thrusts his hips forward, pushing his cock further down your throat, "This is mine." He struggles to keep his eyes open, heavy, breathy moans escaping him as you take more of his length, bobbing your head as you twist and slide your tongue around and under his cock, tracing every vein and ridge. 

Each time you take him deeper and farther you ignore the tight pressure on your throat. You're his to use right now, and despite the pain, you'll be his good little throat hole. His hips twitch a little, making your eyes water and throat tighten. Your breathing is heavy, the taste of him on your tongue the only thing you can focus on. Dammon’s tail squeezes your throat, and your moans vibrate around his cock and appendage.

He groans, voice heavy and strained, "So obedient when my cock stretches your throat.” 

It isn’t long until he begins fucking your mouth, pulling out and pushing back in deep, a loud groan escaping him when your nose bumps against his pelvis. The sounds of you choking and gasping for air has him lost in the moment. He can feel the way your throat bulges against his tail every time he thrusts forward.

You gag, saliva dripping down the corners of your mouth, tears and mascara running down your face. And yet you look so beautiful like this. You take everything he gives, your eyes fluttering closed in bliss as you feel your mind begin to cloud.

“Going to fill your stomach with my cum, make sure you never forget what we have, princess." His words come out in a strained growl, the pace of his thrusts growing erratic.

You whine around him and dig your nails into his thigh when he keeps fucking your face, your vision swaying and darkening. “Going t-to.” You can barely hear, trying to push him away by instinct. His hold on your neck and hair is too tight though, his hot cum shooting down your gullet and forcing you to swallow every drop.

Dammon releases you, watching you slump down on the ground while cum and drool leaks from the corners of your mouth, his tail wiping up some of the excess. He kneels down, pulling your limp form against him, holding you tightly against his chest as you take in large gulps of air.

"You are the only one for me, I promise." He swipes a stray hair from your face, “My one and only girl.”

You look up at him with a dazed expression, a smile on your lips as you rest your head on his shoulder. Dammon’s tail curling around you as he plants a soft kiss on the top of your head, a gentle purr emitting from his chest

[meowpupp]

TW//: hardest smut I've written (I think), cnc, gangbang, punishment, body writing, extreme degradation, overstim, anal, oral(m&f receiving), implied poly relationship, bad editing.

thinking abt captain price who brings his puppygirl to work. you've been naughty, a desperate mess for his cock. humping his boots, pawing at his cock, grinding your dripping cunt on whatever you can find. he's tired of it.

price ties you up, handcuffing you to the coffee table in his office. he strip's you down, leaving your soft body exposed to whoever walks in. he even turns the ac up, smirking the way your nipples pebble, thighs shaking as you whine.

and to make it worse, he writes on your body. filthy words that make you squirm and leak. 'slut', 'whore', 'breeding bitch', 'cocksleeve', 'fucktoy'. he even goes as far to write a bold 'BREED ME' adding an arrowing pointing directly to your pretty cunt.

he's so mean, ignoring your desperate little cries and pleas for mercy. even as johnny holds you down, shoving his cock deep down your throat, he ignores you. he has no qualms finishing his paperwork while the sargent stains your pretty face with cum.

he lets all his soldiers use you. ghost stuffs your little cunt. it practically feels like hes ripping your little body apart. hands spreading your thighs as wide as they'll go, pawing the fat there as he spits a large, fat, ball of saliva on your clit. he laughs as you twitch, slapping your tits as you cum around his thick cock.

even gaz doesn't spare you mercy. he adds to prices writing, for such a pretty man his mind is filth. 'cum dump', 'dumb slut', 'free use'. he crosses out the 'BREED ME', instead writing 'useless'.

uses the left over slick and cum from ghost, pushing into your tight, inexperienced ass. big hands hold you down as he kisses up your spine. he doesn't care if it 'hurts', or if he's 'too big.' there's an arrow pointing to your ass, clearly saying 'USE ME.' he's never disobeyed an order from price, why would he now?

it's even worse when all three take you at once. ghost and soap fighting for room in your cunt. the two men are impatient, shoving their cocks deep inside your poor, overstimulated, cunt even as you cry.

gaz is no help, wiping your tears away as he forces his load down your throat, holding you still until you swallow everydrop. he squeezes his dick through your throat, milking every drop.

it's only when you're all fucked out, every hole stuffed with cum, that price has mercy. he lays you out on his desk, hands still cuffed, and cleans out your pretty cunt. licking fat stripes to your clit, fingering all the cum shoved into your pretty, used, cunt.

"shhhh, sweetheart. I know. but you wanted this, remember? this is what happens to needy puppies like you. they get held down and fucked like the little toys they are."

[sweetiecutie]

AHHHH I NEED MORE KEEGAN IN MY LIFE PLEASE could you write some Keegan h/c?

Pairing: Keegan P Russ x fem! Reader

Warnings: just general stuff, language, bad driving, NSFW under the cut, mdni, spit kink

A/n: it’s not a lot, but it’s better than nothing😌 Keegan is such a bad bitch, he deserves more attention

• Starting off - I’m pretty sure that Keegan would want a civil partner; someone not related to military and actually as far as possible from all the war stuff. First of all, it’s to avoid having constant fear of losing you on the battlefield - it’s a highly dangerous job, sometimes coming out alive is not only a matter of skills, but also pure luck. Secondly, the amount of trauma and emotional damage Keegan carries is more than enough for two people - he needs someone grounded and, well, more stable, someone who will be able to give him a piece of blissful domestic life, faraway from all the constant war Keegan lives in.

• Always referring to you as his girl in conversations with other people or when introducing you to someone new. “That’s Y/n - my girl” “That’s for my girl, she likes pink” “My girl doesn’t like the smell of smoke so I’m trying to quit”. It’s also a way of showing everyone that you’re his - letting others know from the very beginning that you’re taken and no one better try anything with his precious girl, otherwise a few bones will be broken.

• Gives off annoying older brother vibes. He’ll always playfully nag you, and it’ll only become worse once you start dating. Placing stuff on the highest shelves just to watch you struggle to get it yourself, drawing some silly doodles on your notes, messing with your makeup that you spent nearly an hour organising neatly, punching your favourite plushie just to get a rise out of you. And of course, constant bickering! “Keegan, can you pass me that book?” - “Fuck no” *passes the book*. “Keegan, I want some sushi” - “Well shit, what am I supposed to do about that?” *already placing an order online on his phone*

• Another amazing driver here. Keegan has horrible road rage, hitting the car horn aggressively, yelling most intricate insults out the window at whoever that happened to piss him off. I also have a feeling the he drives really fast and reckless, teasing you whenever you ask him to go slower - so you better always buckle up. And yes, he definitely got in a few minor accidents - scratching or leaving indents on other car’s bumper.

NSFW here~*•.

• And while we’re speaking of driving - just imagine giving him a sloppy noisy head while being stuck in a long traffic. Keegan is seething with hot anger, rolling his eyes on other drivers, lack of nicotine adding to his distress. And here’s a sweet lovely you trying your best to make Keegan feel at least a tad bit better, soothing his booming annoyance with your silky tongue swirling around throbbing shaft, cheeks hollowing to provide stronger suction, allowing Keegan to set the pace. And it seemed to work wonders on him - his nape against the headrest of driver’s seat, pretty blue eyes half lidded, staring at the car ceiling, adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows hard, feeling your throat wrapped around his cock.

• Oh, how nasty he is. Biggest spit kink ever - ordering to open your mouth nice and wide just to spit a thick globe of saliva in it, then closing your jaw and making sure that you swallow it. Will gladly let you spit in his mouth as well; loooves messy wet kisses - either during make out session or after you gave him head, slurping up your spit mixed with his cum from your lips and chin. Very often uses his spit as lube, or telling you to spit in his palm before spreading it all over his needy leaking cock, plunging it deep inside your warmth.

• A horndog. You never have to ask him if he’s in a right mood because yes, he is. He is always in the mood to fuck. Now, he always lets you know that it’s totally fine if you say no - Keegan will never pressure or guilt trap you into any kind of intimacy, no means no. You can always cuddle up together or do something fun like cooking, dancing or simply dorking around. But if your sexdrive happens to match his - oh boy, I’m sorry for your neighbours. Let’s just say - there’s hardly any surface in your flat that you didn’t fuck on.

• It’s nothing new, but this mug is cocky. Like, I don’t think he has unimaginably big dick - not small for sure, but not huge as well; but the way he works with it - a chef’s kiss. Keegan just knows how to angle his hips to massage that one spot within you, how you like your clit to be played with, how he quickly discovers and memorises all the sweetest spots of your body. “Aw, cumming already? I barely touched you, does it feel this good?” - he’d purr, curling three of his long fingers inside of your needy cunny, thumb flicking swollen clit while hot mouth sucks on perked up nipples.

• Daddy kink? Daddy kink😏

Likes, reblogs and comments are highly appreciated! Feedback is very important, give writers some love<3

[shuenkio]

Hide And Seek | Yjw. ❤️‍🔥 [From request]

Paring: Jungwon x male!reader

Genre: Smut 18+ [don't like don't press]

Cw: pure explicit, mentioned of dicks, protect sex, first time jw & reader, cum, rough sex etc.

Summary: Whoever loses, will pay the price.

Non proof read / wc: 1.1k

Eng is not my 1st lang.

A/N: Still working on how to write SMAU and again, I wrote this at night rn so mistake could appear, sorry at advance.

You lose a bet to your not-so-innocent boyfriend, Jungwon. which you promise to do anything as he told you since most of the time you're always winning and you make him do silly kinds of stuff, such as meowing, wearing cat ears and aegyo. Jungwon said he no longer likes doing cute stuff anymore, he wants to be more mature however he's willing to do those just for you when you win the game back then but for now he's changed just like he said, mature.

Instead of giving you a hard time doing as he demands, Jungwon just told you to play hide and seek with him, and those who lose this time will pay the consequences, a very good one. You chuckle, after hearing those. Overconfident that you'd win against him once again as you're so good at hiding but all that joy died down once he unannounced the last words.

"If I catch you, I'm going to fuck you m/n," Jungwon said, slightly rise his lip as in a dark expression. Giving you another reason that he's not joking this time, he's being serious and he might do just like he said, fuck you.

You swallow hard, low-key scared at your Boyfriend's sudden black aura however you still want to challenge him, to make the game fair.

"Cool, I'll let you have me for the very first time after dating for years, I'm challenging my love~"

"Oh hoo- very brave of you m/n I already had my plan I'll find you my gummies"

That was the last word you heard from him. You're now hiding in the most obvious place ever, a closet but you know you did a very good job, of blending in with all those clothes and you also know, Jungwon rarely opens the closet... In the storage room.

The apple didn't fall far from its apple tree, suddenly Jungwon opened the closet with his extended into two as his playful smile yet satisfied appeared on his face.

"Catch ya~ m/n!"

The next thing you know, both of you two are exposed to each other. Jungwon's cock is standing in all glory despite how small he is you had seen his figure when he has his clothes on. Clothes manipulation it's real. You thought your boyfriend's size wouldn't be that big, but no. You're wrong. Jungwon's manhood is much more than you expected. Just like they say, the skinny guy always has the best package and so does he.

He was fat in both girth and size, not gonna lie he was long. Long enough to make you cry in an ecstasy mess.

Jungwon wasted no time before taking hold of both of your limp, spreading apart as he lean down, captures your sweet ass with his tongue and began to give you a nice licking.

It feels so weird yet so good since this is your very first time doing so, even though you had pleasures yourself in the bathroom all the time but having your love giving you a tongue under you instead? You let out your gasp from a shockwave.

"J-jungwon too good feel too good let's do it i-am ready" you utter, with your breathless and non-stop heaving chest. Begging him to claim you as his own which as a result, he responds with a moan, still enjoying giving you a head, continues to lick wet at your entrance while you hold onto his head.

"Don't be so impatient gummies, for now, brace yourself— would you like it insanely raw or protection gummies?" Jungwon ensures, as much as he wants to do it with you with no condom on that he's still respecting your decision. You almost shed a tear at his words but you chose to keep it safe and said to come along with a condom.

Jungwon nodded before he grabbed a condom, and pulls it overall in, wrapped around his long slimy leaking cock. The texture of the condom, gave him a chill and a sensation at the tip of his cock as he dropped his jaw open, and let out a small gasp.

"I'm going in m/n, I'm going to make us closer than ever!" Jungwon informs as he lines himself at your entrance before sliding in the tip Inside.

The new sensitivity from his tip, almost driving you nuts. Making you cry loudly echoes all over the bedroom. Jungwon was uncut however, his size did him justice to make you feel so right, just one tip already send you jolts.

Jungwon's too were inhales Sharpy, feeling your wall clenching his glan tight. The most sweet spot out of all parts of the cock.

"Can I go in m/n? I want to make your first time unforgettable! Should I go rough or gently hm?"

"Pl-please go, rough love, I wanna feel all of you" you reply desperately, sweat begins to drip down from all the hotness. Jungwon nods and lowers himself slowly until he's all in.

You squeak in a high pitch note, as you quickly cover your mouth with your palm. Jungwon seems to be worried about you, nevertheless, you assure him that it's fine, you're very sensitive that's all.

To make you feel right, He began to grind you from a gentle pace to his balls making skin-slapping sounds between your legs.

Jungwon didn't hide the fact he was too, trembling and shaking from this fuck session, the tip of his cock already found your button at its first attempt. This fuels him more into the world of ecstasy, throwing his head facing up at the white blank ceiling, shoving his hip against you unstoppable.

As expected, you started to feel your orgasm buildings inside his cock, buried and pounding in a rough motion.

"I'm too close jungwon, this is gonna be my biggest explosion ever"

"Fuck holy shit nrgg--m/n I do to hmm I'm gonna c-cum I'm sorry"

Once you reached your climax, white sticky liquids explode from your hand-free dick as it leaks on your belly.

Meanwhile, Jungwon, feeling the same way as you before pulling his cock out of your arse, takes off his condom away and shoots all the hot loads all over your body, including your face too.

"Shibal... Very sensitive arg" [shibal= fuck]

Finally, the first round ended with both of you reached the most thrilling climax ever. Jungwon was still standing, catching his breath, as his leg shaking from the stimulation despite his's also the first time.

How about you? You were almost passed out, chest heaving, as you tried to grab some air from his hard-core fuck. The fact he said he would fuck you, he meant it. Jungwon ate you up and left you no crumbs.

"Sorry m/n if I'm too hard on you, I'll take care of everything"

"*Huff* I see you're being mature now love, but your heart still not mature enough hehe"

🗣️ Please mind my English! ><

🗣️Reblog and like is much appreciated ♥🗣️crd to all the owners dividers

[tadhgsstuff]

Simon fucking reader after the postpartum period and just cumming after one thrust because it feels that good

okayokayokay

thank you guys for sending in some stuff i love y’all

this is not proof read 💔

warnings: smut, insecurity, cursing etc

Simon is definitely on the more patient side (sometimes). At least he was before you had your daughter, don’t get me wrong he LOVES his little girl, he cradles her to sleep when shes fussy, he helps changing her and helps out as much as he can because he knows you’re stressed and its the first time being a parent for the both of you.

That being said, it is STRESSFUL to have a screaming child, a husband that works, and constant cleaning for the both of you, between all of this you’ve had no time to just- be together, have time with each other. Even late at night when shes finally gone to sleep, whoever didn’t put her down was already sound asleep, grasping onto whatever hours of REM they could gain.

You are both exhausted and you have no form of ‘relief’ for four to six weeks after you have the baby, and those four to six weeks were long and agonizing.

One faithful night, your mother drops by and offers to take the baby off your hands for a few hours, she lives a block away so she can call if there was any issue, at first you were hesitant to just give up your daughter but you know your mom is going to take great care of her, and probably spoil the shit out of her regardless of the fact that she cant comprehend the gifts given to her.

Finally you and your painfully attractive husband are alone, despite how much you craved him, every single centimeter of his body, his soul, his whole being, you were a little.. insecure. You rubbed your arm sitting close to him on the couch.

“Si’?”

“Yes, luvie?”

“Are you still attracted to me? Like physically? because I know I have all these stretch marks and my boobs wont ever be the same again and my body isn’t quite-“

He stops you.

“fuck are you talkin’ about? you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever fuckin’ met”

he says in a harsh tone, because he genuinely thinks you’ve lost your mind, having the idea that he wasn’t attracted to you every minute of every day.

“Well maybe before I was but-“

He cuts you off again but this time he pulls your face to his and crashes his lips against yours, a smooth but captivating kiss that gets rougher by the second

“I’ll just have to show you how fuckin’ gorgeous you are”

He stands up off the couch and picks you up with him, still holding onto the desperate and sloppy kiss, he grabs your ass on the way to the bedroom just to feel you moan into his mouth. He sets you down on the bed and unbuckles his pants, he watches you start to undress yourself and stops you.

“That’s my job baby, you jus’ relax n’ take it, ‘kay?”

He’s carnivorous, he needs you but he knows to be gentle, his goal is to make you feel good, take his sweet wife’s stress away.. he takes off your garments one by one, kissing every inch of your body revealed. His underwear grow tighter because of his painfully hard cock, aching to be taken in by you for the first time in months. He finally takes his boxers off and his dick springs up, pre-cum leaking out of the tip as you lay bare, staring up at him with those stunning eyes that have never failed to captivate him, and that just makes the overwhelming hunger grow stronger.

He teases your dripping cunt with the head of his dick, drinking in the image of you. You whine, needing him finally inside you, and just like that hes sliding himself in, slowly. Feeling your warmth around his thick member, he pulls back and pistons forward. You let out a loud moan as you grip his forearm and the sheet beneath you. Simon feels you clench up and suddenly your climax was there and done, you finished in the middle of his second thrust, squeezing your eyes shut.

“I’m so sorry baby- I don’t even know how-“

“It’s okay love, we’ll try again soon and we’ll make sure you get better”

He says with a deviant smirk painting his face, walking to the bathroom to grab a towel and then to finish the job with his hand and his imagination.

(I hope this was what you wanted!)

(Edit: Okay so I just reread the wording in the ask and I did not in fact write it correctly, BUT I can always rewrite it but reversed in the future sorry guys 😞)

[tojiphile]

you want to say you hate him. your academic rival, your only competition for that number 1 spot in school. you’re at each other’s throats everyday, much to the amusement of your teachers and classmates. in reality? yes, it’s a competition, but you’re not fighting for valedictorian. you’re fighting to win that stupid bet you made: whoever tops the school gets to fuck the other.

so when you waltz up on stage to reap the fruits of your labour, you can’t help but meet the his steely gaze. you shoot him a cheeky wave and laugh internally when his jaw tightens.

“f— fuck you!” he spits, pushing his spectacles up. he really tries his best to be silent, but a desperate whine escapes his lips and his knees buckle as you stuff his tight hole with your 7” neon pink strap on, fucking him into his bedroom wall.

“that’s what i’m tryin’ to do baby doll,” you coo, pushing your hair away from your face, “if you just, shut— up!”

you give his perky ass a hard smack and he can’t help but jump at the impact, grinding his hips into yours. not just a smartass, you note, covering your own mouth to stifle a giggle.

you love seeing him like this. his ears burn a furious shade of red, his usually perfectly-styled hair messed up and sweaty. and god, he makes the most pornographic sounds, whimpering and moaning like a bitch in heat. he presses his palms against the wall, trying his best to hold himself up as you thrust into him, motivated by his babbling.

“‘s too much, i can’t— oh!” he gasps as you wrap your hand around his aching cock, running your thumb across his sensitive slit, leaking with precum. “fuuuuuck!”

it hits him all at once.

“i’m c—close, please— god, don’t stop, don’t stop!” he chokes, hot tears running down his face. any pretence of pride he had was thrown out the window as his hands balled into fists and he fucks himself on your strap, sinking down fully, whining and desperate.

“that’s it baby doll,” you murmur, “take it all.”

“ahhh— ‘m cumming, cumming, cum—” you feel his body convulse against yours, shockwaves sporadic and intense as you fuck him through his orgasm, strap mercilessly slamming into his g-spot. you jerk him off even as you feel him cum over your fist, a sticky warmth covering your palm.

you pull out of him with a squelch as you catch him before he collapses to the floor. his eyes are half-lidded, his glasses are crooked and he’s heaving as he tries to catch his breath. and he’s definitely still feeling the orgasmic high. you can’t help but feel a but smug, not only because of the mess you’ve made him into, but also because of how well he took your strap.

you lay him down on his bed, take off his glasses (you’re surprised he doesn’t stop you), clean them with the hem of your shirt, then place them on his bedside table, neatly folded.

you lay down next to him, opening your arms to offer a hug. he accepts, rolling over and getting on top of you, pressing his face into your chest.

“you’re mean…” he mutters, muffled by your boobs, “next time, i’m gonna be the one that fucks you.”

you smile. “game on.”

GOJO SATORU, okkutsu yuta, TSUKISHIMA KEI, oikawa tooru, miya atsumu, tendou satori, sanji, CHILDE, captain kuro, sawamura daichi, shirabu kenjiro, wanderer, thoma, geto suguru, miya osamu

[tokyo-debunkers-headcanons]

is it possible to request da vagastrom ghouls + jin and luca and their reactions when someone makes their s/o cry (preferably romantic if that’s okie) i would really love to see ur ideas on this!

Ooooh! I love this one! Thank you for sending in a request!

ALAN MIDO

Alan is VERY protective of his partner. It doesn't matter if they could kick his ass in a fight, he is protective. The second he catches wind of his MC crying for ANY reason, he drops his tools and goes RUNNING to them (like my mans is SPRINTING).

He first and foremost makes sure that MC is physically okay before getting to what happenedm He's not the best at comfort so he starts by using his size and reputation to get info from any witnesses.

It actually manages to work somehow and as soon as he gets his hands on the jackass who made them cry. Its straight to the pit to make an example of them.

When the two of them are alone at last. He does his best to try and comfort them, but like I said he's not the best with that stuff. So the best is an awkward hug, a listening ear, and him trying very hard to find and play a YouTube video to make them feel better....but very they have to help him with it.

SHOHEI HAIZONO "SHO"

He heard from Leo that MC was caught crying while he was cooking and for once, he quickly made sure that there was no chance of a fire, and stops in the middle of his cooking to go find MC.

Sho, on the other side of things, kicks ass before anything else. He's dragging the dumbass to the pit and kicks the shit out of him. Sho doesn't hold back like Alan does. It was an clear win from the get go, so the Sho betters in the pit were taking candy from babies.

After wiping the floor with the dipshit, he runs back to MC, gently taking their hands and lead them right back to the Vagastrom kitchen. He sets aside whatever he was cooking beforehand and asked what they wanted to eat.

He won't take no for an answer, and it doesn't matter if he doesn't have the ingredients. He will take them out on Bonnie to get their mind off of things. When he has everything he needs, he'll make whatever they want to eat.

If they want they want to, he'll even try his hand at baking. With their help of course, but he's more of a cook than a baker. Anything to help his MC feel better

LEO KUROSAGI

Oh HELL no! They're done. Absolutely destroyed. No not physically, Leo doesn't fight.

But word gets around quickly, especially on the social medias but Leo waits for MC to come to him. In the meantime, he finds as much dirt as possible on whoever the hell was there.

He's looking at security cams, wickchat posts, tiktoks, etc. It takes him at MOST half an hour to find who fucked up. And another half hour to find out some pretty juicy dirt on whoever it is.

He used an alt account to leak said juicy dirt by the time MC came to him. When they do, he lets MC cuddle up to him and doomscroll tiktok with him, filtering out anything about what happened and focusing on animal and funny tiktoks.

JIN KAMURAI

This is another who would wait for MC to come to him. But if they take too long he's sending either a text or Tohma to go bring them to him

He actually sends Tohma to get details on what happened as soon as he can. Tohma being Tohma, gets all the details that Jin needs.

Jin looks for things he can use to make that person's life a living hell. Assuming they're a student, he uses his connections to get them all the way down to probation.

And te thing about Jin is, his lasts. He makes an example of this person for MONTHS or at least as long as he can get away with it.

As for what he does with MC when they're crying. I think he takes them to his room and puts down the tough guy act for once. He'll give them a little forehead kiss and talks all nice and quiet with reassuring words, but just this once. (That a bald faced lie, he's just too stubborn to admit he's soft for his partner)

[amica-aenigmata-naboo]

Risk

Joe Velasco x Y/N - drabble - 1.3K WC

Masterlist

Warnings: undercover, attempted assault, injury to reader (not sexual), Joe being protective af, violence, hospital, medical stuff (stitches), flirty ending (barely)

----------------------------------------

Joe shoved you forward forcefully, fully embracing his role as your pimp. This wasn’t his first undercover job but it was yours. Your heartbeat was ringing in your ears but you remained focused on the mission. You stumbled a bit before a few sleazy looking men noticed you. They all sat on different chairs and couches in the midst of the loud party. You saw dozens of young girls, no way even half of them were 18. 

“Hey sweetheart, who do you belong to?” one hispanic man, Tony Marco, your prime suspect asked as he grabbed your hand.

You wanted to recoil but you knew you couldn’t “Papi!” you yelled, smiling sweetly at the man.

Joe walked up behind you, “Aww did my girl catch your eye?” he asked the man. 

“In a dress like that she’s hard to miss.” the man said, pulling you towards him.”What colors do you run with?” the man said, looking Velasco up and down, unable to identify what gang he was a part of.

“Bloods, Crips, North side, West side - The only color I care about is the green that lines my pockets. My girls are loaned out to everyone, as long as they can pay.” Joe said, giving you a slight shove so you landed on the man's lap.

The man nodded, letting a smack land on your ass as your already short dress rode up even higher. “I can respect a man who has his priorities straight. Think I can take shorty here upstairs for a minute?” he asked, rubbing his hand up and down your side.

You let your finger trace over his jaw, seducing him just like you were told to. 

“Just don’t tear her up too bad, she’s my top girl. $800 an hour.” Velasco said. He pulled you up as the man gulped down the last of his drink. He leaned in close whispering in your ear, “Be careful, I’ll be close by.” he said.

The man slapped a wad of cash into Velasco’s hands before he grabbed the back of your arm, dragging you up the stairs. He slammed the door shut as you sat on the bed with your legs crossed. The man smiled at you flashing a few golden teeth in his mouth as he slid his hand between your knees pushing your legs apart. “Why don’t you lean back so I can show you a good time baby?” he said, pushing you onto your back.

You felt your heart hammering in your chest, starting to panic. He pulled the skirt of the dress up, tearing at your panties. You prayed Olivia and Fin saw what was going on through the spy cam that was the button on your dress. “W-wait…” you squeaked out.

“You don’t tell me to wait bitch - I paid your man, now I get you for an hour to do whatever I want.” he said, slapping you across the face. 

You groaned, the fat rings on his fingers stung against your face. You pushed against him, trying to make him back up. 

“Oh you’re gonna be difficult?” he said, holding your wrists down before pulling a knife, he held it near your throat, shutting you up entirely. You felt tears leaking out the sides of your eyes. You prepared for the absolute worst, looking up at the ceiling as you tried to dissociate. 

The man ran his hand up your leg before the door shot open. The man quickly straightened up, slicing your leg open on accident as he pulled away. You shrieked at the searing pain.

Velasco stood in the doorway, nothing but hate on his face. “What you want papi? I paid, now fuck off!” The man pulled you by your ankle so your hips were at the edge of the bed. 

“Tony Marco put your hands up - you’re under arrest for sex trafficking, possession of narcotics with intent to distribute, and a whole bunch of other shit.” Velasco punched him twice - hard. You could hear the bones in his face crack with each hit. He cuffed him and shoved him towards the first cop who entered the room. “Get whoever you can downstairs, see if you can get any of them to flip on him.” Velasco said, trying to shield your body from the other police who flooded into the house.

“Baby…” he rushed to the bed. Your hands were held up, trembling. Velasco gently pulled your skirt down to try and make you feel more comfortable. You flinched away from him and as much as he knew it wasn’t because of him, his heart still felt a pang of sadness. When Valsco pulled his hand back up he couldn’t ignore the bright red blood on his hand. He pulled your dress to the side, noticing the large gash. Whatever knife he used was sharp as could be. He didn’t see bone but he did see muscle, it needed stitches ASAP. He took his top shirt on, remaining in his muscle shirt. He pressed the fabric to the gash, asking you to sit up. 

You were so overwhelmed and had lost a good amount of blood all you heard before the world went black was Velasco calling for a bus.

-------------------------------------

You heard rhythmic beeping before you were able to open your eyes. When you finally did you saw Joe sitting in the chair next to the hospital bed, his hand in yours as he slept. 

“You’re up.” you heard from the doorway, Olivia shutting the door quietly. 

You nodded at her, the memories from the night before were still fresh. You moved the covers slightly to look at your leg, it was wrapped from the knee to the upper thigh in white gauze. “How bad is it?” you asked.

“He got you good, 30 stitches. I’m sorry we didn’t get there sooner, the guys downstairs put up a fight.” she sighed.

You shrugged, “I knew the risk going in there.”

Olivia gave you a tight-lipped smile, recognizing that you needed time to process. “Take a few days. You and Velasco. He hasn’t left your side since you got here.” 

You looked at him, watching his peaceful face.

“You picked a good one.” Olivia said, looking between the two of you before she smiled and closed the door.

You smiled; you and Joe had been together for almost a year but kept it from the squad, wanting work to remain work and private life to remain private. You shook Joe’s hand slightly.

He jolted awake, eyes landing on you immediately before he stood up, sitting on the edge of the bed. He held your hand between his, using the other to stroke your cheek gently. “I’m so sorry,” he said.

Your eyebrows furrowed, “What happened wasn’t your fault.” you said, holding his wrist as his thumb rubbed over your cheek. 

“Doesn’t mean I don’t feel bad. I never should have let you go up there.” he sighed, eyes glancing down at your wrapped leg. 

“Hey,” you said, sitting up and tilting his face towards you, “you are the one who got up there and got that bastard away from me. You are the one who arrested that absolute scum. And you are the one who’s here for me.” you said, pecking his lips. 

Joe leaned his forehead against yours, taking in your presence. “I love you, I’m never putting you in that position again.” he said.

You kissed him again, “I can think of a few different positions we could be in…” you chided with a smirk.

Joe laughed, “You couldn’t wait ten minutes without being an absolute freak?” 

“You have that effect, let's go home.” you said.

Joe nodded, going to flag down a nurse to get your discharge paperwork ready. 

-------------------------------

Naboo's Note:

Hello! First SVU fic :D will probably also write for Carisi because I love that Italian fuck. Would LOVE requests for either him or Joe. Send them my way ASAP!!!!!! XOXOXOXOXO

[hiskillingjar]

Free Use (Strade/MC)

i’m at work, i have meetings all day, and i’m sick as a fucking dog. put me down like old yeller.

I’m gonna spend the next few days working on commissions and university stuff btw so. taking a break until tueday where i’ll come back with something very very fun :) 

strade’s girlboss lawyer is @miveus' oc btw. check her out i love her

day 23: free use second person

"God, needy little slut, isn’t she?"

You moaned with barely quelled distress against the stranger's cock, pulsing halfway down your throat, your bound wrists straining behind you in latex and metal. Your thighs and calves ached painfully, just trying to hold yourself upright as you bounced on another cock, desperately, needily, underneath you. 

Hands like gnarled claws, ungroomed fingernails and calloused skin, curled around your soft thighs and kept your legs spread wide open as whoever thrust deeper inside you, mostly silent (lest they give away any potential identity to the blinking camera filming the whole thing), save for the occasional grunts of pleasure when you clenched tightly enough around them, made yourself a tight little toy for their pleasure.

They were maybe the third person (not including the dildos, beer bottles, knife handles and other phallic objects they could find to fill you with) you'd had inside you tonight, though they might have been the fourth for all you knew. 

It was easy (and, perhaps, integral to your survival) to lose count of just how many people has already fucked you and just dissassociate completly, especially so when your brain was in the process of leaking out of your ears from the sheer amount of cock being rammed against it.

Though, in retrospect, your dissociative haze was probably because of the “complimentary” cocaine and date-rape drugs the host had forced upon you (that Strade had let them force upon you without a word of complaint) that made everything blur into one.

Not that you had a problem with some casual narcotic use, though.

Things like that certainly did the trick at loosening up your nerves, or, at least they had done in the past.

"Takin' it like a fuckin' trooper too. Must be the fourth guy who's fucked her at this rate."

“Fourth? Ah, I should be charging by now. I didn’t know bringing a ‘plus one’ would cause such a stir~”

Ah. So it was the fourth.

The cock in your mouth came unexpectedly down your throat without a word (or vague noise or grunt) of warning, and your head was pushed away like an abandoned fleshlight, spittle and cum leaking from your open, gagged mouth and trickling down the latex panel covering your jaw. 

You might have been annoyed, in a previous life, forced to taste some grimy stranger’s cum (and lord only knew what diseases they might have been carrying and passing onto you), but another climax must have implied that you were getting closer to the end, didn’t it? That you were almost finished playing the party’s sex toy? 

How many people could there have been at a meet-up like this?

“You wouldn’t let anyone miss out on this opportunity, would you? I mean, you were kind of asking for it, bringing a hot body like that, wrapped up and mumbling like some cute, little retard.”

“Hah! I did not know you had a preference for the mentally disabled, TJ. I’ll have to keep that in mind, ja?”

When you (involuntarily) clenched on the cock buried inside you (the familiar growl of your master so close by enough to make your body react), they couldn't help but spill over too.

Filling up both your holes. It was kind of sinful just how much that idea turned you on, now.

Now that you had been broken in.

When they withdraw from you and pushed themselves away with a grunt, unexpectedly strong and gentle hands (but not his, you knew what his hands felt like) held your hips tightly to support your shaking body against the cold, cement ground, presumably so you didn’t fall like a rag doll and hurt yourself. 

A warm cocktail of cum dripped down the inside of your thigh, and you didn't even try and stop the delirious gurgle of arousal that slipped from your lips when you felt it.

“Maybe you should go legit and make real porn instead of snuff. I mean, the pay is shittier, but you’ll have a business when we’re shut down.”

“When? So pessimistic!” He cut himself off with a hearty laugh, the warmth of it making you relax in your binds. “No, no, I’d never turn sex into a business. I’ve already turned one passion into my income, I can’t do another.” 

You barely had a moment to really catch your breath, before another person was approaching you, jerking your body upright (easy when you were as docile as you were) as they unzipped the front of their jeans with the low drag of metal on metal. Without an order to, you obediently moved in closer with an low murmur, rubbing your covered cheek against the hard on underneath the layers of fabric.

Playing the good toy, the best toy, he must be so proud of you for this, mustn’t he

“No no, you shouldn’t worry about the site going bust. I’ve got that, ah, anwaltin, lawyer girl keeping my slate clean. She’s a pro with those sorts of things.”

“Oh yeah, I know her. She’s a hot piece of ass, ain’t she?”

“Don’t I know it. Wouldn’t mind sinking into her one of these days.”

You felt the smooth glide as a set of barbel piercings pressed against the drooling width of your tongue and it was enough to make you moan even more as you moved in closer, dragging your tongue needily over the length as soon as you had the space to, and taking the half hard cock into your mouth. 

Your whole body trembled when you felt it harden between your spread lips and your core clenched up tight, making it harder for another body to invade you as they pleased.

“Haha, careful! That’s how you lose a court case.”

“Doubt it. She’s too worked up trying to outwit me to try anything like that. Kinda gets me going, knowing how clueless she is.”

Delicate, feminine fingers then started to rub against your erect clit, giving you some stimulation while you were servicing everyone else so readily. All the while, a ripped, muscled hardbody kept you stil as they squirmed underneath you, another hard cock prodding at your entrance that was gradully loosening, as your hips bucked towards the acrylics teasing your slit.. 

Whoever had decided to show mercy on you worked you over slowly, pushing you closer to your edge and taking abdundant enjoyment in the way your body trembled, the sound of the shaking moans at the top of your throat as it got fucked, the desperation in your eyes as they squeezed tight to stop overwhelmed tears pouring down your face.

“Mm, make sure the camera is zoomed in on their face. I want to keep that expression for the photo album.”

“You’re a dirty motherfucker, you know that? Complain’ about me using them, shit…”

“Mmf,” You groaned helplessly, straining against your bondage and swallowing around the pulsing cock half-way down your throat.

The very idea, the very prospect of you maybe being seen at one of these places made your core throb even harder. 

A missing person, abandoned and presumed dead a long time ago, suddenly appearing in a sordid, quasi-snuff porn film, not only taking everything that was given to them but seemingly enjoying it too. 

Long gone was the person you used to be, replaced by a puppet that looked like you, a puppet that smiled through torture and death, as long as their master treated them with kindness afterwards.

In spite of it all, the idea was undeniably arousing and a rush of deeply desired humiliation and shame made your head spin.

 More hands stroked down your shivering body, fingers worming into your holes (even the one that hadn’t been touched yet) to test out just how stretched and thoroughly used you already were. You were sure that you could have taken the next one up your ass without any prep and bone dry, if you were in a particularly masochistic mood.

Which you were. Almost one hundred percent of the time these days.

And things like this were the perfect outlet for every one of your self-destructive urges.

[joongbin]

— who's there? - l.mh

you suspected you had a stalker, but forgot about the thought a few days after. but you realize, each week, something goes missing. was someone stealing your stuff?

nonidol! stalker! lee know x male reader

SMUT - warnings: minho stalks reader, minho breaks in reader's house, minho steals reader's boxers, masturbation, mentions of drugging, minho gets caught. minho is GROSS

tbh im not even gonna lie im a FREAK but i hope u guys enjoy this one anywyas — hua (WHOEVER READ THE LAST POST .. IM SO SORRY THAT WAS INCOMPLETE)

You were an ordinary guy working an ordinary job. You had friends that were with you ever since high school. For example; Lee Minho, or Lee Know, how you call him. He was a funny guy, often making sarcastic remarks towards someone you know. You laughed at them, of course, it was funny most of the time.

Though, you had a feeling you were being followed, stalked even. It was just a gut feeling, but you decided to talk about it with Minho. He knows you the best, and you often talked about your feelings to him, anyway. You decided to invite him over to your apartment.

A knock on your doors arrives. You go over to the door and open it, Minho being right outside your door with a smile. You smile back, letting him in as you shut the door behind you. He looked around before sitting down on your couch as you sat beside him.

" nice place. so, (name), you said you had something to talk about? "

Minho looks at you, noticing how you fidgeted a bit as you nodded. He was happy to hear you out. He's always happy whenever he's with you. You're so perfect, so nice, so .. handsome.

" yeah, i did. so, i don't really know yet but .. i think i'm being stalked. it's just a gut feeling but .. i just .. i felt the need to tell you. "

Fuck. Minho pretended to be a bit shocked, looking at you worried. He smiled at you, staring into your lovely eyes. God, why did you have to be so handsome?

" don't worry, i'm sure it's nothing. "

You hummed, nodding slowly. You trusted him as much, sighing. You were sure it's just nothing, and Minho just fueled it. Minho could just smell how fresh you smelled, he just wanted you to use him, but he knew you liked someone else. Another coworker.

" mind if i use your bathroom? "

Minho asked. You nodded, smiling. You pointed over at your bedroom door, telling him the bathroom was over there. He smiled before getting up and walking over to your bedroom. God, as much as he loved you, you were a little naive sometimes.

He looked over at your dirty laundry, smiling as he rummaged through the pile, sniffing your used clothes as he grew hard. He stole one of your boxers, putting it in his little tote bag. He stood up, making sure his little tent wasn't showing before getting out.

" sorry (name), i have to go. i'm a bit busy today. "

He saw the frown you gave him. God, you're making it so difficult for him. He didn't even know why you were making it so difficult. Nevertheless, he smiled at you before leaving, sighing the moment he closed the door behind him. God, you were handsome. No wonder people drool over you so much.

Once he arrived at home, he immediately locked the front door and walked over to his room. He was so pent up, pent up from sniffing your boxers and used clothes. God, he needed you so bad. He took his pants off, rubbing his bulge from his boxers as he grabbed your pair.

Minho sniffed them, feeling himself up as he whined. He took his boxers off, and wrapped your boxers around his dick. He started off slow, jerking his dick off with your boxers. God, the smell was so addicting to him. Precum leaked from the tip of his dick as he let out small whines, imagining it was you jerking him off.

Imagining you were insulting him, calling him a pervert, a stalker, a creep. He wanted that so badly, so badly. God, just imagining it was you made him leak even more, making him speed his pace up. His head hung low, letting out grunts as he jerked himself off.

Minho thought about it. Maybe .. just maybe .. he should steal some of your clothes. You wouldn't notice if he stole a few, right? He finished himself off, staining your used boxers with his cum. He panted lightly, as he took your boxers off his cock. Let's say, he had more fun with your boxers after that.

It was the next day, and he knew you were out for work. He took the day off, and just told you he was sick. Minho snuck in your apartment, commenting how you were stupid enough to leave your doors unlocked.

He rummaged through your clothes again, sniffing them as much as he could before stealing one of your shirts, and maybe another pair of boxers to jerk off to.

Minho got back home, and made sure whatever he did to your house was cleaned, just in case. He went back home, giddy. He was so satisfied, putting on your shirt and sniffing it, feeling his cock hardening.

God, how he wished to just make you pass out and use that cock of yours to satisfy himself. But that wouldn't be fun, but just the thought of that cock of yours inside of him made him leak. He jerked himself off to the thought, hips jerking up.

Minho grabbed some lube and squirted it on his fingers, then he slowly entered his fingers into his entrance. Imagining his fingers were your cock, he moaned out your name and fucked himself on his fingers.

He felt so good. Imagining it was you, insulting him for stealing your clothes, insulting him for being a stalker, a creep, he wanted you to degrade him so badly. How those insults would just roll off your tongue so smoothly.

His little routine continued for months, and you didn't realize how your clothes kept disappearing. Every week, something goes missing. You were .. stressed, just how were they disappearing? You kept your house as tidy as you could, always leaving your clothes in the laundry basket.

One day, you got home from work early. You threw your bag on the couch and wanted to rest on your comfortable bed. You realized something though, your bedroom door was open. Maybe you left it open. Slowly, you turned on your lights, and looking over to the silhouette that was in your room.

" .. Minho? What are you ..? "

Minho looked at you in shock, he got caught. God, that was hot. The scowl on your face made him so hard. The pure disgust on your face turned him on so much. You were doing an outstanding number on him.

" You're so .. fucking disgusting. "

You said, Minho felt like he could just burst in his pants right then and there. Yes, just call him every insult from the book, he didn't care. He wanted that attention from you.

Degrade him, punish him for being a disgusting stalker.

[mx-misty-eyed]

Quick timeline of the drake and kendrick stuff (tried to make it short but its still kinda long 😭)

Oct. 6, 2023 - J. Cole features on a Drake song and says he, Drake, and Kendrick are the “big three”

Jan. 26 - megan thee stallion releases hiss and basically throws the first brick, she has a verse where she disses drake

Mar. 22 - Kendrick has a verse on Like That, a song on metro and futures album, where he basically says theres no big three its just him

Apr. 5 - J Cole drops a diss track

Apr. 7 - J Cole deletes it and apologizes to Kendrick

Apr. 13 - Drakes response, Push Ups, is leaked

Apr. 19 - Push Ups official release on spotify. Drake calls Kendrick short and makes fun of him for collabs with pop artists. He also tells metro to shut his hoe ass up and make some drums

Apr. 19 - Drake drops Taylor Made Freestyle and uses AI voices of Snoop Dogg and Tupac to diss Kendrick

Apr. 30 - Kendrick drops Euphoria. Says Drake shouldnt be allowed to say the n word, says hes a shitty dad while mocking his accent, and says he hates him

May 3 - Kendrick drops 6:16 in LA. Drake also drops Family Matters accusing Kendrick of infidelity and domestic violence

May 3 - around half an hour later Kendrick drops Meet The Grahams, a track with multiple letters addressed to Drakes family where he talks about how fucked up Drake is. One is addressed to Drakes supposed daughter that nobody knew. He says he wants Drake to die

May 4 - Kendrick drops Not Like Us calling Drake a pedo

May 5 - Metro drops a diss BEAT and says whoever has the best verse over it gets a free beat. This brings hundreds of people to diss drake

May 5 - Drake drops The Heart Part 6 saying the daughter thing was bait and that hes not a pedo

[gleefultogo]

Ugh Excuse Me? (screenshots at bottom of post)

Alright so ladies and gentlemen. Turns out kique and his white-knights in fact stalking our tumblr posts. Can't say I'm surprised, but whatever. you guys have your opinions and we have ours. First of all we are just people would love to speak our opinions without being sidelined because you're a fragile as fuck 32 year old man? like man act your age. second of all, I for one do not make these posts to "bully" or anything. I am simply putting you on the spot for all the shit you have caused, even before home comic. everyone who read your comic asmundr saw how you'd treat your readers. Even paying ones! The public should know how you are to others. if they choose to support you or not. Thats fine, that's their choice. I do not control the other people here. you are not a good person then what you think you are, you treat others like shit unless they kissing your ass and giving you money. Look man, I don't give a care what you do or if you do art and comics. but most of us here were former fans that got tired of your bullshit when someone didn't agree with you. It's not that hard to understand, call us haters all you want. I for one have only put out stuff regarding your actions with linked proof. I never edited my shit or faked what I posted. unlike you who have a habit of editing your post to make yourself seem a victim and bullying someone else to make them look worse. how's that any better? we saw what you posted on a DA post about zirvasity and edited it. also my dude, wtf is this?

Never had I once claimed "sexual assault or abuse" about you towards another person, kindly correct yourself. in no way has that been said in any posts. About your weird and terrible take on rape yeah? But SA? nah man, I draw the line at that, unless you can show me legitimate proof. kindly correct yourself. That was never said about you. I have a limit. also disclaimer, but I have no idea who leaked your patreon shit. I know for a fact that wasn't me cause I respect the paywall and since thats how you make your income. you can beef it out with whoever did. Also no one made comments about your transgender either. I don't care. Thats a you thing, and if it makes you happy, cool I'm glad but that also a false claim. I'm not some homophobic person. I'm just some person talking about your comic and the many issues with it. Thats all, heck if you weren't so fragile you could learn from it also. Critique isn't a bad thing. You just refuse any help given to you for the better. You can bitch all you want for all I care and play victim, there's still proof out there about your behavior. learn to be a better person maybe and people wouldn't dislike you?.

Kique's post from instgram. edited to make him seem like he's innocent further. But my point still stands. P.S., If there are grammar errors, english is not my first language. But it should still get the point across.

[therealcocoshady]

Recovery - Chapter 13

Eminem x FemReader (Y/N) fanfiction

Summary : Reader sees Em for the first time after their argument, weeks later.

Tags : Little bit of angst, Comfort, Lots of FLUFF 🥰

CW : Mention of overdose ; Mention of blood ; Mention of miscarriage

It had been three weeks since your argument with Marshall. It took you about three days to cool off and regret all the unkind things you threw in his face. In all fairness, you were still a little mad about the lying and the mean stuff he said, but you deeply regretted your words. Deep down, you knew it was out of line to throw his past in his face. You were haunted by the look of hurtness you saw as soon as you mentioned him hitting women.  You contemplated calling him to apologize, but every time you grabbed your phone, you could hear his words : “You are nothing but a whore and a junkie. I should have left you at that party, to get fucked by whoever was there. Hell, maybe it would have been better if you had overdosed on pills before we met”. You wished he would make the first step and call you, but he didn’t. You didn’t really mean all the things you said, but maybe he did, after all. Not that you could blame him : you really had been a bitch on this one. You were starting to resign : maybe he wouldn’t call at all, maybe your friendship or whatever it may have been was well and truly over. That was how it had seemed that night anyway. 

It also took a few days for you to salvage your relationship with Talia. When you had gotten home that night, you were beyond livid. After all, she had lied to you too : she had definitely failed to mention that Marshall was with her when she confronted Cassie at her hotel, and that he threatened her. You were so mad that you actually threatened to leave the house and find another place to live. Thankfully, Jamal convinced you to stay and, with a lot of talking and countless apologies and sweet gestures from Talia, everything got better. The two of you were so close that it was virtually impossible for you to stay mad at her and, obviously, her cooking your favorite meals and bringing sweet little gifts for you every time she went shopping helped a lot in that department. This girl knew you so well that no man could impress you with gestures at this point.  Not that any man would come knocking on your door anyway. Your roommates were basically the only thing keeping you sane. You had obviously told them about the altercation with Marshall and they saw how depressed you were in the following weeks. They took care of you by trying to take your mind off things and making sure that you ate enough. You also suspected that they had something to do with Cassie not leaking the pictures. You weren't aware of the details, but as far as you knew, Marshall had taken care of things. Though the diss track wasn’t out (probably because it wouldn’t have been very timely with the other rapper being in the hospital), Cassie had contacted you the following day, sending you a video proving she was deleting the pictures. That was the last you heard of her. You were a bit curious as to the turn of events, but you didn’t want to ask for details. Too much pride on your part. 

To sum things up, life was starting to get normal again. It was as though you had never met Marshall. If it weren’t for his necklace around your neck, his Saint Laurent jacket in your closet and a few selfies the two had taken together on some occasions, you could have sworn it had all been a dream. Talia and Jamal had eventually stopped mentioning his name when you were around, as they saw how painful it was for you. At the very beginning, they tried to talk you into seeing or calling him so that the two of you could work things out, but you were so worked up that you refused. Eventually, though, they resigned. 

One of the most important drawbacks was that you barely saw the rest of the crew anymore, since you did not hang out at the studio. Porter and Royce came for dinner once or twice and you were happy to see them. You definitely weren’t as close to them as you were with Jamal or Marshall, but you had fun whenever they were around. So, when Porter texted you to invite you to his birthday dinner, you were obviously excited to go. 

You know that everyone from the studio is going to be there, right ? Talia asked. Including… Well, you-know-who. 

Oh, you said sheepishly. I hadn’t really thought about that, I guess… Thing is, I already said yes. And I love Porter, and I don’t want him to be caught in the middle of… whatever, you know ? Maybe I should just find an excuse and cancel at the last minute ? 

Ooor, maybe it would be a good opportunity for you and Em to talk again, Jamal said. 

Yeeeeah… I don’t know about that, you replied. 

Come on, girl, he said. You guys will have to talk eventually, you know ? 

Do we though ? You asked. I mean, it’s been nearly a month and, as far as I know, we’re both doing pretty well. I didn’t die, even though he might prefer otherwise. 

Pretty well ?! Talia scoffed. Honey, you are doing terribly. 

I’m not, you argued. 

We heard you cry last night, Jamal pointed out. 

Well, I was having uh… lady problems. You don’t know how bad those period cramps can get. 

You’re not due for another two weeks, Talia said with a raised eyebrow. 

Well maybe I was sad, you shrugged. About uh… Cats or something. 

Quit the bullshit, Jamal replied as he rolled his eyes. The two of you need to talk things out. You’re best friends. That’s ridiculous. 

He hasn’t called, you said. 

Girl, don’t start, he said. You haven’t called either. You’re both too proud for your own good, and this needs to end. 

You sighed. As always, your friends were too good when it came to calling you on your shit. You knew you had too much pride, but just for once, you wished they would leave you alone. No matter how much you were missing Marshall, his smile and his silly jokes, you couldn’t face him. If you were to see him again, you were pretty sure you would have a heart attack. 

Look, it’ll be awkward for everyone if you guys don’t talk things out, Talia said tentatively. 

I think you are underestimating my ability to keep going like this, you mumbled. 

I am sick of this shit, Talia said. You love us, right ? 

Of course I do, you scoffed. 

And you want us to have good times with our friends, right ? She asked again. 

Yes ! 

Then, you will make an effort, she said sternly. I already have divorced parents, I will not go through the same things with you and Em. We are friends with both of you, and you are going to have to find a way to deal with that. 

Yeah, but I’m your roommate so you love me more, right ? You said cockily. 

Y/N !!! Jamal said with his loud, authoritarian voice he only used when you were being a brat. 

Fine, you said with a sigh. If I cross paths with him, I promise I’ll be… courteous. But I’m not calling him. 

We’ll see about that, Talia sighed. And you will apologize ? 

Depending on if he does, you shrugged. 

You guys are so similar it’s actually scary, Jamal chuckled. 

A few days after this conversation, Jamal came to find you in your room one night after he got home from the studio. You were already in your pajamas, watching The Wire, a show that was once recommended to you by Marshall. He was right : you thoroughly enjoyed it. 

Hey sis, he said with a smile. Are you busy ? 

Well, I’m currently having a bomb ass pool party with all of my imaginary friends, as you can see, you said sarcastically. What’s up ? 

Just to give you a heads up, Em is coming tomorrow, he said with a smile. 

Wha-Why ? You asked. 

He wants his jacket back, he shrugged. For a photoshoot with some magazine, I think. 

Wouldn’t it be simpler if you brought it to him at the studio ? You asked. 

It would, he replied with a grin. But it wouldn’t get the two of you to talk. 

You’re impossible, you said as you rolled your eyes. 

Come on, you know you’ll have to face him eventually, he said. 

Not if I could have it my way, you mumbled. I’m pretty sure he doesn’t want to see me anyway. 

Well, believe it or not, he is not against the idea, Jamal said with a grin. 

Really ? You asked, surprised. 

Really. I told him he could come here to get the jacket from you tomorrow afternoon, and he agreed, he said. 

I could just leave the jacket for him and spend the day somewhere else, you said tentatively. 

Don’t you even try that shit, Jamal said. You are facing him. Come on, Y/N. I know you miss him. 

But he hates me, you replied, on the verge of tears. And he is right to. I was so mean, Jamal. You have no idea. 

Well, from what I gathered, he was pretty mean too, your friend pointed out. 

I’m so scared, you whispered as you began to cry. You should have seen his eyes. He hates me. I don’t want to see that again. It’s too hard. I can’t… 

Jamal chuckled and sat on your bed before pulling you in for a hug. 

You care, he said. 

Of course I care ! My best friend hates me !!! You cried. I fucked up. Everything. 

… and you miss him, he added. 

Yes, you whined. 

See ? Doesn’t it feel good to admit it ? He asked with a smile. 

It does, you admitted shyly. 

Jamal kissed you on the forehead. 

Better get that Jacket out of your bed, he chuckled. 

It’s not in my bed, you said. 

You were hugging it a few nights ago while you slept, he said. Don’t lie. 

You come into my room at night, now ? You groaned in embarrassment. 

Only when you cry in your sleep, he shrugged. Anyway, dinner is almost ready. 

That night, you could barely sleep. You were so stressed out you were pretty sure you would develop an ulcer from stress. What if he didn’t show up ? Or worse, what if he actually showed up ? What if you argued again ? Would he say all these mean things all over again ? The following day, you were a mess, and the lack of sleep definitely didn’t help. You decided to bake, to change your ideas. You usually cooked when you were happy and baked when you were stressed out or frustrated. It was Saturday so Jamal was due on his weekly visit to his grandmother’s. Talia was quietly drawing in the garden. You were in the middle of cutting fruits when you heard the doorbell. You knew who it was.  Your heart was pounding, and you tried to compose yourself before opening the door. 

Hi, you almost whispered when you opened the door. 

Hey Y/N, Marshall said. 

You looked at him and it was like being hit by a bus. He was even more beautiful than you remembered. He was wearing jeans, sneakers and a leather jacket. For once, he seemed to have ditched the Kangol hat. His blue eyes were staring at you, and you couldn’t help but think he looked absolutely breathtaking. He was oozing charisma. The fact that he arbored an unreadable expression made him seem even more impressive. You stared at each other for a moment, not saying anything. 

Can I come in ? He asked. 

Oh, sorry ! Yes. Sure, you replied as you stepped aside for him to enter the house. 

It felt as if you were meeting him for the very first time. He had the same unreadable expression he always had when meeting new people, far from the warm character he displayed for those who actually knew him. You didn’t expect him to flash a smile, of course, but it was extremely awkward. 

Were you cooking ? He asked as he looked at your apron. 

Baking, you said. Talia is in the garden, if you want to go and say hi to her. I just have to finish cutting these fruits and I’ll go and get your jacket, ok ? 

Do you, uh… Need help ? He offered as he followed you to the garden. 

Oh, I’m fine, you said nervously before grabbing your knife and getting back to your fruits. It’ll only be a minute. So, uh, how are you ? 

I’m good, he replied. That is a big knife, you might want to be careful, there. 

Don’t worry, you said as you tried to calm yourself and look him in the eyes. How is uh… work ? 

Good too, he said, still with a neutral face. How about you ? Everything good with uni and life ? 

Yeah, you replied nervously. You know, working on that dissertation, same old… SON OF A BITCH !!! 

You yelled as you felt the sharp cut of the knife on the back of your hand. You were so busy looking at him and trying to find things to say that you hadn’t actually paid attention to what you were doing. It was, indeed, a big knife and you were bleeding profusely. 

Shit, Marshall said. Are you alright ? 

Of course, you said nervously. It’s just a small cut. 

Looks pretty nasty to me, he said. Let me have a look. 

He got closer to you and gently took your hand to inspect it. The contact, however innocent, almost caused you to have a heart attack. You never thought you could actually faint from being so nervous, but it seemed like you were about to be proven wrong. 

Are you afraid of blood ? He asked as he saw your face. 

Nope, you said as you swallowed dryly. 

No offense but you look like you’re about to faint, Y/N… 

I’m fine, you said nervously. I’ll go and grab some disinfectant in the bathroom. 

Sit, I’ll do it, he said before quickly leaving the kitchen. 

You decided to go and find Talia. She was focused on her drawing. She was insanely talented. You had always thought she should pursue it as a career but she couldn’t bring herself to quit her office job, no matter how much she disliked it. She was focusing on adding some shadows to nature scene. 

Hey Tay, you said. 

Hi baby, she replied without looking up. What’s up ? Isn’t Em supposed to be here, yet ? 

Uhm… We might need to take a raincheck on that talk, you said as you swallowed nervously. 

Don’t start, she sighed as she looked up. Oh my god !!! What happened ?! What did you do ?! 

Cutting fruits, you explained. 

Oh Lord, she said as she walked to the kitchen with you. I can’t look at this. This is terrible. 

Marshall was standing there, rummaging in the pharmacy box he had found in the bathroom. 

I don’t think you have any disinfectant, he said sternly. There’s a bottle but it’s empty. 

Oh, you said. I’ll just put my hand under the faucet to rinse the blood, then. 

Baby, it’s a deep cut. You probably need stitches, Talia said as she sat at the table to prevent herself from fainting. 

It’s fine, you replied. Let’s not make a big deal out of it, shall we ? 

They were both looking at you in disbelief. You were bleeding quite a bit, but there was no way you were going to the ER. You had developed quite the fear of hospitals since your miscarriage and overdose. 

I think Talia’s right, Y/N, Marshall said firmly. 

I’d rather die a long and painful death than go to the ER, you said. 

Don’t be stupid, Talia said. Em, do you think you could take her ? I would, but I’d faint behind the wheel before we get there. 

Sure, Marshall said. 

No need to bother, you told him with an awkward smile. I’ll finish my pie and then go on foot. 

He looked at you and let out a chuckle. 

First of all, your strawberries are covered in blood, so I think you’ll have to take a raincheck on baking. Also… You’d have to walk for an hour to get there. Probably two, with your tiny legs, he said. 

I can walk, you replied. 

This stubborn girl will get tetanus before she actually sets foot in the ER, she told Marshall as she referred to you. Make sure she gets there ? 

Marshall’s a busy man, Talia, you said. I will happily take a cab. 

Don’t be silly, Y/N. I’ll take you. It’s no problem, really, he said. 

OR we could wait and see if the bleeding stops by itself ? You tried, even though you couldn’t convince yourself. 

Come on, Y/N, Marshall said. I’ll take you… And you know I don’t bite, he added as if he could sense your apprehension. 

You sighed and looked at the two of them. It was clear that they would not leave you in peace, no matter what you tried to pull. Marshall was looking at you with a reassuring look. He wrapped your hand in some bandage, in order to cover the wound, and Talia helped you get ready while he cleaned up the utensils, so that she wouldn’t have to face the blood. The, he led you to the car and helped you buckle your seatbelt. 

Thank you, you said sheepishly as he got in the driver’s seat. 

Does it hurt ? He asked. 

A bit, you shrugged. 

In all fairness, you were almost too busy processing the shock of seeing him again after a month to actually feel pain. He started driving and you spent a few minutes in total silence. 

So, he said as he cleared his throat. Should we get to it ? We might as well. It’s going to be a bit of a drive anyway. 

Get to what ? You said in a small voice. There you were again, about to die of nervousness. God, you could be such a coward, sometimes. 

To talking, Y/N, he sighed. You cut your hand, you can’t feign a brain injury. And I know you’re not stupid…

Right, you sighed. 

There were a few seconds of silence. In this instant, there were many things you wanted to say, but you couldn’t quite muster the courage. 

Shall I go first, then ? He asked.

Sure… 

Look, he said, I… I shouldn’t have lied to you. It was wrong. To be honest, I contemplated telling you, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. I didn’t want to disappoint you. And you were right anyway. I shouldn’t have threatened Cassie, and I definitely shouldn’t have sent those guys. It was stupid and I’m sorry. 

Thank you, you whispered. 

But I want you to know one thing, he continued. No matter what it looks like to you, I did do it for you. I was sincere when I told you I was looking out for you. It was the wrong way to do it and I definitely got carried away, but it was for you. 

He looked at you and you nodded silently. 

God, that’s quite a cut, he said. Your bandage is soaking in blood already. At this rate, you won’t have much blood left in your body… 

Oh, I’ll live, you said. Unfortunately, I guess. 

Don’t say that, he groaned. Look, I’m sorry about what I said about you overdosing. I didn’t mean that. I was pissed. You were going all out on me, and I reacted like a jerk. 

I’m sorry too, you replied. I was mad at you, but I didn’t mean to be so… mean. 

No, he said as he shook his head. Whatever that was, that wasn’t mean, Y/N. That was cruel. 

You looked at him and noticed his hands crispating on the steering wheel. He looked tense. 

I know, you said. I’m sorry. 

I don’t think you know, actually, he replied. I know I fucked up, but picture this… Imagine meeting someone great and immediately connecting with them. You think they’re cool, interesting, and you find yourself able to talk about difficult stuff together, stuff that you can’t usually talk about. Now, imagine that they become one of your best friend in a matter of months. You hang out, you text all the time, you look out for each other, and your bond becomes stronger and stronger each day. You feel like they know you like no one else, like they appreciate you for who you are. Like they are one of the few people on earth to actually take time to get to know the real you. Imagine that you let down your guard down for once, for them, because they’re fucking worth it. With time, you even fall for them. Hard. To the point where you are ready to let go of some of your principles. Because once again, this feels different. This feels worth it, right ? Now, imagine that you fuck up and they’re mad at you. Happens, right ? But imagine that they actually use this as an excuse to take all the things you hate about you, the things you regret the most from your past and they throw them in your face. Stuff you never even talked about with them before, so you didn’t even have a chance to clear the air or provide context. They use it against you. How would you feel ? How would you feel if your best friend, the most amazing woman you have ever met, throws that shit in your face ? 

I’m sorry, you said as tears started to well in my eyes. I am so sorry, Marshall… 

You fucking hurt me, Y/N, he said. Hell, hurt can’t even begin to describe how I felt. For months, I was feeling great by your side. I thought we had a good thing going on, you and I. If you had just asked me questions about that shit, I would have answered thruthfully. Because I hate that side of me, but I can be honest about it. But to have you, of all people, using that shit against me, that was vile. I can’t say a lot of people have managed to hurt me this much. 

You could feel the raw emotions in his voice : sadness, anger and resentment. He was looking at you intently as he spoke, unmoved by the tears streaming down your cheeks. 

But I guess you know how it feels, now, he continued. Because I did the same shit. I took what you regret the most in your life and I threw it in your face. Hurts, doesn’t it ? 

Yes, you whispered. 

 Sorry, he said as he took a deep breath. That needed to come out. 

I am so sorry, Marshall, you said as you looked at him. I was mad at you but I know I shouldn’t have said any of this. It was wrong. Not that it’s any excuse, but I let Simon get in my head. He said all of these awful things about you and I didn’t believe them. But then, you lied to me, and you were here, like that angry guy I never knew, trying to destroy someone and I… It made me mad, you know ? And a bit scared, too. But yeah, I know it was so wrong. When I cooled off, I wanted to call and apologized, but then, I remembered you saying it would have been better if I had died, so I didn’t. And then, you didn’t call either, so… 

You were trying to breathe properly as you cried. It was hard for you to contain your emotions. His look softened a bit. 

You want to know why I didn’t call ? He asked. 

No, you replied. I mean, yes. But… You don’t owe me an explanation. I was a bitch. I deserved it. 

That’s not it, he explained. I did that to protect you. I was so hurt and pissed that it took me a while to cool off. And I knew that if I called or saw you, I would probably be even more of an ass. As mad as I was, I didn’t want to hurt you more. 

You nodded as you stared in his eyes. 

I’m so sorry, Marshall, you repeated. I miss you so much. I am one month sober today, and I can say that it’s easier to stay away from drugs and booze than it is to be away from you. You’re my best friend. I miss you, I miss your hugs, I miss your stupid dad jokes and the way you look down on me whenever I say I don’t know something about hip-hop culture. Being away from you… I hate it. 

I hate it too, he said softly. 

You both exchanged shy smiles and drove in silence to the hospital, the atmosphere being more peaceful. 

When you finally arrived, he helped you get out of the car and gently hugged you, making sure he wouldn’t hurt your hand. You walked towards the entrance and, as relieved as you were that the two of you had managed to talk, you were tense. This place brought up too many bad memories : the miscarriage, waking up after the overdose, the painful breakup with Simon… Marshall took your healthy hand in his and squeezed gently. 

You’ll be alright, he said. You got this. And I got you. 

You do ? You asked nervously. 

Just because I hated you and didn’t like you for a minute doesn’t mean I stopped loving you and caring about you, he said. At the end of the day, you’re still my best friend, you know ? 

You smiled shyly and advanced towards the entrance some more. 

How about… We do best friends stuff and get some ice cream ? You nervously offered. 

This is not going to work. You’re going in there, and you’re getting stitched, he said. 

Yeah but we could get ice cream first, you pointed out. 

Your blood is literally dripping on the floor as we speak, Y/N, he chuckled. So ice cream will have to wait until we’re done. 

You groaned and eventually stopped walking. 

What’s wrong ? He asked. 

I’m scared, Marshall, you said. Being here, it brings back so many memories. I… That’s where I lost my baby, where I woke up after the OD, where I broke up with Simon. I can’t do it. I can’t be here. 

You voice was starting to crack. He face you and gently stroked your cheek. 

I hate it too, he said. If you look over there, I think you can see the window of the room where I woke up after my overdose. I almost died there. So, believe me, I know what if feels like to be scared of this place. 

Why did you agree to come then ? You asked. 

Because you need to be here, he replied softly. Because it’s been more than fifteen years. And because even though hospitals are scary ass places, lots of good stuff happens there too. They save lives. They can also save your pretty hands, he added with a chuckle. 

He squeezed your hand again and led you through the corridors. He helped you fill the forms while you were in the waiting room, while reassuring you simultaneously. 

You’re going to be fine, he said. It’s just a few stitches, not open-heart surgery. 

I’m starting to feel sick, you said sheepishly. 

You got this, he repeated. Think about the ice cream we’re going to get after, ok ? What flavor do you want ? 

Strawberry. My baking plans didn’t work, so I might as well. Or maybe a vanilla Mc Flurry with M&Ms. 

That sounds like a plan, he chuckled. If you’re brave, you’re getting both. 

What do you want ? You asked back. 

MFlurry sounds good, he shrugged. Come here. 

He put his arm around your shoulders and kissed the top of your head. A nurse quickly called for you and you reluctantly left him, as he mouthed the words “You got this”. Once you were in the room with the nurse and the doctor, you couldn’t help but act out a little bit. You let them know that you were insanely scared of hospitals and needles so they offered you a bit of laughing gas to help you relax. In a few minutes, you got out with stitches on your hand and a big bandage, as well as a prescription for painkillers for a few days. You found Marshall in the corridor, talking to an attractive nurse who was definitely flirting with him. As soon as he saw you, he smiled.

See ? He said. You did this. I’m proud of you. 

I’m really really brave, you said, still under the effect of the laughing gas. 

Got the laughing gas, did you ? He chuckled. 

Yup, you said, popping the P. I’m ready for my ice cream now. 

A deal is a deal, he said with a grin. 

I’m getting a Mc Flurry with M&Ms… with Eminem, you giggled. 

The bad joke caused Marshall and the nurse to have a burst of laughter. 

Sorry about her, he told the nurse. 

It’s fine, she grinned. I’ve heard worse laughing gas jokes. 

How long do you think it will last ? He asked. Just so I know what to expect. 

Let me see, she said as she examined your prescription. Well, the effects of laughing gas don’t last too long, usually a couple of minutes, but seeing as she’s under painkillers… I’d say you might be in for a couple more hours of jokes. Basically until she sleeps. 

Great, he chuckled as he looked at you. Well I think I better feed you. 

I’m really really really hungry, you replied. 

Better get going, then, he said. Thanks Nicole, it was nice seeing you. 

Goodbye Marshall, she said with a smile. 

Not goodbye to me ? You asked, causing Marshall to chortle. 

Yes, sure, of course. Goodbye… Y/N, she said as she read the name on your prescription. 

You were both giggling as you got out of the ER and made your way back to the car. 

You’re impossible, he chuckled. 

Whaaaat ? You asked. 

Nothing, he said as he shook his head. You’re funny, that’s all. 

You let out a giggle as you both got into the vehicle and went to a drive thru to get some ice cream and to a pharmacy to pick up your prescription before going home. The laughing gas was definitely putting you in a good mood. You kept on singing along to the radio. Eventually, one of his songs came on and you thought it would be a good idea to try and display your nonexistent rapping skills. He was crying tears of laughter when he finally parked in front of the house. 

That’s not even the real words, he chuckled. 

Well, you made it really difficult to rap, you pointed out. 

To be fair, you also really suck at rapping, Y/N. 

You stuck out your tongue and got out of the car as he shook his head. 

Guess who’s baaaack ? Back agaaaain, you sang as you got through the door, Marshall chortling behind you. 

Oh  my God, Talia said. Are you drunk ?! 

She’s fine, Marshall chuckled. Painkillers and laughing gas, that’s all. 

Looks like she’s having the time of her life, Jamal chuckled. 

You have no idea, Marshall said with a laugh. 

So I take it that the two of you guys are alright ? Talia asked. 

Yes, you said with a dumb smile. He’s my bestie again. 

Well… Like she said, he said with a smile. 

Talia engulfed him into a hug. 

Finally, she said. I can’t have you guys mad at each other ! 

Want to stay for dinner ? Jamal offered. It’s been a while since we’ve had you here. 

Sure, he said with a smile. 

Yay, you said, causing all of them to chuckle. 

After dinner, the four of you ended up playing Cards Against Humanity. Marshall and yourself were by far the most sarcastic, pushing each other further in the dark, sometimes tasteless humor. You kept on giggling, partly because of the laughing gas and painkillers, but also because it felt so good to have your best friend back. Eventually, though, you let out a small yawn. 

Time for bed ? Marshall asked. 

I don’t want the evening to end, you said with a small pout. I’m having such a great time with my three favorite people. You’re all my besties and I love you so so much. 

You’re so cute, Talia swooned. 

There will be other times, Marshall said with a smile. 

You know what we should do ? We should have a bestie’s sleepover ! You exclamed. 

I’m in, Talia chuckled. 

I’m OUT, Jamal said. What’s next ? Facemasks ? 

You’re no fun, you told him as you rolled your eyes. Marshall ? 

Seriously, Y/N ? He chuckled. 

You flashed a grin and batted your eyelashes. 

I missed you, you said tentatively. AND I’m one month sober today. 

You’re impossible, he giggled. Fine. You’re definitely high right now, but it’s medical, so it’s not technically breaking the streak… 

No offense, but I’m not handling the two of you on my own, Talia chuckled. You guys go and have your little sleepover, I’m staying with my man. 

Are we that bad ? Marshall chuckled. 

I love having the two of you back as a dynamic duo, she said with a smile. But you are so similar it’s just too much at some point ! You make each other better and worse at the same time. 

I like it, you giggled. 

Me too, Marshall replied. 

The two of you went upstairs and you got ready for bed, coming back from the bathroom in your pajamas. At the sight of these, Marshall burst out in laughter. 

Seriously, Y/N ? Cats on your PJs ? He chortled. 

They’re cute ! You argued. 

They’re as terrible as your rapping skills. And believe me, that’s fucking saying something, he chuckled. These PJs are the least sexy thing I’ve ever seen on you. 

Shut up, you pouted. What do you wear to bed ? 

Usually, boxers. Or sweatpants, or nothing, he shrugged. 

Now that is sexy, you giggled. 

Get in bed, dumbass, he chortled. You’re so high, it’s hilarious. 

Speaking of sexy, you added, I have your sexy jacket. 

Right, he chuckled. Is it sexy though ? 

You look sexy in it, you shrugged. 

Do I, now ? He grinned. 

Yes. Today’s leather jacket is sexy too, you giggled. 

What should I wear for the photoshoot, then ? He mused. 

Saint Laurent one, black jeans, black shoes, white tee-shirt for contrast, silver chains but not too big and lose the hat, you said after a few seconds of thought. 

I should hire you as a stylist, he chuckled. You sure seem to have a lot of opinions on my clothes. 

I’d be fucking glorious, you said. 

How about you come and spend the day in New York with me next week ? He asked. You can be a glorious stylist, and you can even help me shop for new outfits. 

Oh my god, that’d be so cooooool, you shrieked. 

We’re doing that, then, he chuckled. Now, bed. 

You got under the covers and he removed his clothes, staying in his boxers, before laying next to you. 

Marshall ? You asked in a small voice. 

Yes, Y/N ? 

I’m glad you’re here. Thank you. And sorry again, you said. 

I’m glad too, he whispered in your ear. I missed you. 

You giggled and you fell asleep peacefully for the first time in a month.