#like i think i was possessed or some shit

[bootmilk]

ৎ୭ ₊ ˙ ⊹ . diluc’s drink. smut . sheノher — x reader ノ punishment . brat taming . glove kink ノ ass slapping ノ orgasm control . degradationノ blocking minors and blank or ageless blogs…

You hadn’t meant to drink it.

It had just been there, a fancy little glass bottle on the counter of the Dawn Winery’s tavern, and you—distracted, thirsty, thinking it was some rare Mondstadt wine—had picked it up and taken a sip before Diluc could stop you.

The moment the thick, syrupy liquid touched your tongue, your whole body flushed, a deep, spreading warmth creeping through your veins, pooling low in your stomach. Your breath hitched, your skin prickling as something hot bloomed deep inside you, turning into a pulsing, aching need.

Diluc had snapped toward you, his sharp crimson eyes widening, his expression darkening as realization hit him too late.

“What did you just drink?” His voice was sharp, urgent, his hands gripping your shoulders as if grounding you.

Your lips parted, your breath coming in short, shaky gasps. “I—I don’t know—”

Then, you felt it.

A deep, burning arousal thrumming through your body, making your thighs clench together, your nipples hardening under your clothes, your pulse hammering as your vision turned hazy with desperate, helpless need.

Diluc’s jaw tensed. “Shit.”

“D-Diluc—” Your voice trembled, your fingers clutching at his coat as your body burned, every inch of you hyper-sensitive, desperate for relief. “I feel—so hot—please—”

He exhaled sharply, his hands steadying you, his expression flickering between frustration and apology. “That was not meant to be consumed,” he muttered, his voice lower now, rougher, his crimson eyes dark. “It was a potion—a highly concentrated aphrodisiac meant for alchemical testing.”

You whimpered, your body trembling, your mind sinking into something sweet, needy, a dizzy haze overtaking you as you pressed against him, gasping at the heat radiating from his broad, strong frame. “Please—”

Diluc’s grip tightened. “Damn it.” He should have pulled away, should have let the effects run their course—but the way you shivered against him, the way your thighs rubbed together, your breath hiccuping as you whimpered, pleading for him—

He groaned, his fingers twitching against your waist, his own arousal straining at the sight of you, the heat rolling off your soft, desperate body. “I’m sorry.”

And then he gave in.

His lips crashed against yours, his hands gripping your hips as he lifted you onto the counter, his body pressing between your thighs, his own restraint snapping as he kissed you, deep, hungry, his breath hot and possessive.

“Let me take care of you,” he muttered, his voice husky, full of promise.

And then he fucked you.

Hard. Deep. Desperate.

His cock filled you perfectly, stretching you wide, hitting so deep you could feel him in your stomach, his pace unrelenting, his grip on your hips tight as he pounded into you over and over, soothing you with low, murmured words between every deep, filthy thrust.

“I know, I know,” he cooed, his voice thick, his lips brushing your ear as you babble nonsense, your mind too dazed with pleasure, with the overwhelming bliss of being filled by him. “Such a dumb little thing—so perfect like this—”

Your back arched, your body clenching tight around him, your voice a mess of broken, needy little cries. “So big—so perfect—‘L-Luc—”

He groaned, his own restraint slipping further, his hips snapping harder against you. “Yes, that’s it,” he murmured, his tone soft but commanding, his fingers sliding between your legs, rubbing tight, teasing circles against your sensitive clit. “Take it. Take all of me.”

Your body shook, your vision whiting out as pleasure crashed over you, your nails digging into his back as you sobbed his name, clinging to him as he fucked you through the high.

Diluc only grunted, his pace turning erratic, desperate, his own pleasure building, his grip on you unbreakable as he slammed into you one last time, filling you with his release, his cock throbbing deep inside your spent, wrecked body.

For a long moment, neither of you spoke—just the sound of your ragged breathing, your trembling body still pressed tight against his.

Then, after a pause, Diluc let out a slow, frustrated sigh, his fingers brushing tenderly over your flushed skin.

“Never touch unmarked bottles again,” he murmured. “Or I will have to punish you.”

Your body ached for more, every nerve alight with raw, insatiable desire, the aphrodisiac still thrumming through your veins, keeping you stuck in this dazed, helpless haze of need.

Diluc felt it—the way your walls still fluttered around him, the way your thighs rubbed together despite being thoroughly fucked, the way your fingers clung to him even tighter, your breath still coming in soft, needy little pants.

“Still not enough?” His voice was low, strained, his cock twitching inside you despite just filling you moments ago.

You whimpered, burying your face against his chest, squirming in his grip, your lips pressing sloppy, desperate little kisses against his throat. “P-Please— still need you—‘Luc, need you so bad—”

Diluc groaned, his jaw tightening, his hands gripping your waist firmly as his crimson eyes darkened. “You’re insatiable,” he murmured, his voice thick with something dangerous, possessive. “This potion… what an awful thing for such a sweet girl to consume.”

But even as he scolded you, he was already rolling his hips, his cock still hard, throbbing, ready to ruin you all over again.

And so, he did.

The entire night was spent breeding you.

Diluc did not stop.

He fucked you on the counter, his hands keeping you steady as he pounded into your tight, soaked heat, filling you up until your stomach was warm and full with his seed, your body trembling, twitching, completely wrecked—but still, it wasn’t enough.

He carried you upstairs, laid you on the soft, luxurious sheets of his bed, and fucked you there, slow at first, gentle, but as soon as you whimpered, “M-More, please—” he snapped, his patience crumbling, his grip tightening as he thrust into you deep, hard, the sounds of your soaked cunt swallowing him echoing in the dimly lit room.

He had you on your hands and knees, your back arching as he held you in place, one strong hand gripping your throat, the other pressing down against your aching belly, feeling the way his cock stretched you open, filling you completely. “This is what you needed, isn’t it?” he murmured, his tone mocking, his breath hot against your ear. “So greedy for me. So desperate to be bred.”

And you sobbed, your body clenching around him, his name tumbling past your lips like a broken prayer. “Yes—yes, Diluc—need it—need you to fill me up—”

And he did.

Over and over, until you were ruined, until your body was sticky with sweat, with his cum, until you had nothing left in you but the need to take him deeper, to be claimed by him completely.

And when the potion finally wore off—when your body finally stopped trembling, when the heat in your veins faded into a deep, pleasant exhaustion—you were nothing but a cute, dumb little thing, curled up against his chest, your mind still hazy from being thoroughly bred all night.

“Diluc…” you murmured, voice small, sleepy, your fingers curling against his chest as you let out the softest little sigh. “Mmm… feels all warm inside…”

Diluc chuckled, his fingers brushing over your marked, bruised thighs, his touch slow, soothing, possessive. “Of course it does,” he murmured, his voice satisfied, low with lingering amusement. “You asked me to breed you properly, didn’t you?”

You just let out a soft, pleased hum, nuzzling closer to him, your mind completely empty, nothing left but the sweet, dumb little warmth of being thoroughly claimed.

Diluc exhaled, pressing a slow, gentle kiss against your forehead, his fingers still tracing the evidence of his ownership over your ruined, satisfied body.

“Sweet girl,” he murmured, his voice softer now, fond, as you drifted off to sleep. “You’ll be feeling this for days.”

[nativegirltapes]

when wag!reader tells basketballplayer!drew that she's going out, he wants to see her outfit, which quickly turns into more than just a quick showing . . . . .

warnings/notes: mutual masturbation kinda, phone sex, lots of teasing, drew being controlling ?, this is moreso the build up of it all, rather than the actual mutual masturbation (the build up is so much hotter imo ...) and kind of cut off at the end srryyy buuuuut hope you enjoy <3 ALSO i’m trying out something new, where i add tumblr links to show !readers’ outfit, pls lmk if you like <3

you told drew you were going out tonight, the first thing he said to that was ‘facetime me.’ via imessage. you thought maybe he outgrew his possessive phase of the relationship, but you were slowly learning that it was just a part of him. even though he told you to facetime him, he beat you to it. “jesus christ.” you mumbled to yourself before hitting ‘join call’.

“you’re still doing this?” you set your phone down on your vanity, taking a few steps back so drew could see your whole outfit, despite complaining you still complied. part of you grew hot and heavy over drew getting so possessive.

drew noticed the small things about your outfit. not the details a normal guy would; the intentional picking of your earrings or necklace, or how some nights you’d wear sluttier outfits if you and him argued a few days before. “what’s with the big jacket?” he questioned. “what? you don’t like it? you bought it for me.” you looked at yourself through the facetime call, possibly second guessing your fashion choices.

“no it’s cute. just wonderin’. spin.” drew demanded. the way he was staring so intently at the screen made you a little scared, like you might be getting in trouble for what he’s about to see. “what the fuck y/n. why is your whole ass out? jesus christ.” he snatched his phone from wherever it was stood up, you assumed he must have had his teammates around him. you rolled your eyes. “when is it not out?”

“yeah but it’s like really out today.” you watched drew get up from wherever he was sat. and wherever he went he closed the door behind him. “i’m in the bathroom.” he whispered. “okay?” you said confused, but also knowing exactly what direction this facetime was headed. “do a lil spin for me again.” drew smirked at the screen.

“are you fucking serious?” you held back a giggle. “cmonnn, don’t tease me.” drew pleaded with you. you gave in because he looked so fucking good. his basketball hat and mustache just calling your name through the screen.

you did as drew said, giving a him a lil spin, and even forcing your jean skirt up ever higher, which honestly didn’t seem possible given how high it already was. “fuck baby. you’re so fucking fine.” drew’s head fell back. you really didn’t know what you did to him, you had no idea actually, and he didn’t think that lightly. “what panties you wearin’?” drew touched over the growing bulge in his pants.

“the ones you bought me.” you said, referring to the black and pink thong he bought you just a week before. “lemme see baby.” god he was going fucking crazy. facetiming his girl in his teammates house about to jerk his shit to the mere look of you in your outfit? this might have been a new low for him.

you bent over for drew, giving your ass a little shake for him. you giggled to yourself before grabbing your phone off your vanity and running over to your bed and saying “okay my turn! bicep time!”

“really?” drew chuckled, he never understood why you liked his biceps so much, but nonetheless he flexed his arms for you in the bathroom mirror. you were lucky because today he was even willing to take off his shirt, you got to see it all; his big arms, his beefy shoulders, and his toned stomach. god, you wish you could just ride his stomach. but unfortunately you remembered you were literally on the phone. “you’re so fucking hot. wanna ride your stomach and grab your big arms.” you moaned out, not even realizing that your hand was on your clit, rubbing circles.

“yeah? what else baby?” drew groaned. you both got too lost in moment to realize you were talking each other through it … on the phone.

after you both came (in every sense of the word) to your senses, you both got kind of quiet. “okay well. bye.” you started reading for the red button. “change your out-” you cut drew off before he could finish.

[bitchface24-7]

I dont know if this is a bit much buuuuut.. In your (canon) professional opinion what do you think Silco's top kinks would be :3

I've evolved from Olive Garden I know am in the local Chili's thinking about my baby girl crimelord :))

HIS KINKS - SILCO

synopsis: literally just about Silco’s kinks, 18+ y'all

warnings: kinks obv, explicit sexual content, leave me alone its 2:51am I’m just in a brain rot mood, Grammarly as my beta

genre: m/f or m/m

p.s. Ahhh Melissa my love feral over Silco I see, don't worry me too. Many people love this man and the TRENCHES we were in for liking him back in S1… diabolical. Where was all this appreciation back then??

YOUNG SILCO

Pretty boy to the MAX y'all, he was NOT doing shit in those mines. Maybe he went into tight crawl spaces and ensured the mine itself was safe for the other workers but he was NOT swinging a pickaxe. He was most definitely the eye-candy though.

With that in mind, my man loves praise!!! In all aspects, not only in the bedroom. Tell him he's smart, his ideas are good, he's funny, whatever comes to mind; he'd want to hear about it.

Like his hair pulled, there's a reason why it's so lushious and long.

Definitely a switch. When he gets jealous and possessive his more dominant traits come out, when he's had a rough day, he just wants to be taken care of.

Dirty talk galore, like omfg SHUT UP 😩

Very teasing. Like oops sorry didn't mean to put my hand between your thighs as we’re talking to our friends. My bad. Don't make a sound, wouldn't want them to know, right?

Likes taking his time with you when he's able but loves a good quickie. The Brothers and Sisters of Zaun are constantly on the move and working, it’s hard to find time for anything else.

This leads to semi-public sex, like if there's time, and there's an empty supply room or closet, get ready y'all. He's gonna rock your shit.

Very big on reciprocating. You go down on him, he'll go down on you

Likes marking you up with some hickeys and light bruises. Can't help but smirk whenever someone points them out and you try to hide them.

Likes noise. How loud can he make you get before you try to hide it? Even then, he's pinning your hands above your head so you can't muffle those sweet sounds. He's working hard, he wants to hear them.

Intercrural sex (thigh fucking) is a big one. His dick in between your thighs, you riding his thigh, anything that can get y'all of quick and easy.

Mutual masturbation. He wants to see how you look coming apart before y'all got together and kept imagining him in dirty ways.

Enjoys getting marked up himself.

Knows you've got a thing for his hands and uses it against you.

Same thing with his voice.

Overall very sweet, loving, but very fun!

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OLDER SILCO

Still very attractive but not in such a pretty way. Much more sharp and intimidating.

Much more into the BDSM scene compared to when he was younger. Leans much more into being dominant since it’s much harder to gain his trust, so it’s much harder to get him to be submissive (he still wants to be taken care of sometimes)

Bondage. His silk ties, handcuffs taken from enforcers, your own clothes. Sometimes Silco wants to pleasure you and isn't in the mood for you to touch him in return, and he knows passion overtakes critical thinking. So bondage works in his favour.

Spanking. Especially if you've been bad. You didn't listen to him, you made him look like a fool, you almost got hurt, you almost got killed. Its a physical form of being reprimanded. But if you beg sweetly enough he’ll do it when you're being good.

Marks. Oh my god the marks he leaves behind. Hickeys, bruises, rashes from the cuffs or ties, maybe even a little bit of knifeplay. He's always been possessive, he's always left his mark on you, but now it’s over the top.

Semi-public sex but this time it’s mainly his office and the windows overlooking Zaun. If people see, oh well. Now everyone will know for sure you're his.

Lingerie. Especially in his colours of red, black, gold, and white. Some days he tears it off, others he makes you keep it on. Doesn't matter if you're a man or a woman, it’s like opening a gift, and savouring the wrapper.

Overstimulation. You're done when he says you're done. Even if your legs are shaking and you're gasping for breath, he wont stop until HE’S satisfied.

Dirty talk again. A mix of degradation and praise. Coming off a bit teasing and snarky, but it makes goosebumps rise on your skin.

Medical play? I can see him getting aroused if you have to do the dose for his eye and you're WAY too close to him, you're sitting on his lap, he's smelling your signature scent, you're rubbing up on him, your chest is in his face. Y'all he's done for.

Still uses his hands and voice against you.

He enjoys smoking a cigar, looking over paperwork, as you suck his cock under his desk. On that note, also enjoys cockwarming.

He likes it when you're sweet, but adores it when you're bratty. He gets to put you in line.

Not a fan of the daddy kink, it makes him think of Jinx. He prefers Sir, even sometimes Boss in the right circumstances.

Overall the vibe is similar. He's still somewhat sweet, he does love you, and its still very fun. He's just hardcore traumatized now.

Hope y'all enjoyed my interpretation of what Silco likes in the bedroom LMAO, if y'all have any ideas or want to freak out in the comments or reblogs, be my guest. I'm more than willing to do this for other characters as well ❤️

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

I fully will never understand the problem some people have with touching (or rather, not touching) black people's hair, like I might've done that as a kid (honestly don't remember), but then I also did stuff like trying to run into traffic and bringing worms into the house, because two-year-old me didn't know any better!

If you're old enough to have learned about things like 'we don't touch what isn't ours' then you're old enough to apply that to other people's bodies as well as their possessions and I have no sympathy for you if you get slapped for violating someone's boundaries like that!

(also genuinely what is the appeal? Is it just that it...looks different to white people's hair? I actually don't understand /gen)

if the history of the world has taught us one thing it's that white people have a difficult time keeping our hands off of things that don't belong to us

in terms of a serious answer while it varies from person to person I've noticed that this is especially likely to manifest in white women who find themselves in social or professional spaces with Black people, especially Black women, after not previously having had much contact with anyone Black. among white women I think there's this kind of vague awareness that Black hair is different than ours in terms of how it's cared for, maintained, and styled (which, you know, fair enough! that's true!) that manifests as. just fucking grabbing for it like a child at a petting zoo and acting like that's a compliment when they would never in a million years pull that shit on another white woman. whether we acknowledge it or not, it very much comes from a mindset where white hair is the default and people who have afro-textured hair and protective hairstyles should just expect to be treated like oddities.

additionally I think a lot of my fellow white women use their like half-formed understanding that many Black women art sporting "fake" hair - wigs, extensions, sewn-in braids, etc - and come to the conclusion that it's totally fine to get grabby, as if that's not still?? getting all up in someone's face touching them without their permission?

I also want to note that this is a form of anti-Blackness that's definitely not exclusive to white people; I once had a Vietnamese coworker who was an absolute fiend for trying to pet our Black coworkers no matter how many times they told her to cut it out.

[yungistiny]

camgirl ═ chapter five

[ S. Mingi ]

chapter five: I’m yours

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summary: mingi just really needs some cash and he was told all he had to do was hold a camera. simple enough. he just didn’t anticipate the type of content he’d be helping to create

warning: emo mingi, stoner mingi, switch mingi, switch reader, mingi is hung, creampie, unprotected sex, choking, spanking, masturbation, rough sex, degradation, size kink, spitting, deep throating

pairing: mingi x afab/reader

genre: smut, angst, drama, romance

word count: 2.6k

chapter four

chapter six coming soon

masterlist

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“Look at her…” Mingi had the camera in one hand and y/n hair pulled back with his other hand as he had her buried into her mattress on her stomach while he slammed, hard, pounding into her from behind. “I think it’s too much for her.” He turned the camera towards himself, smirking at their viewers.

“Is she crying?” Mingi turned the camera back onto y/n, her whimpers and moans muffled in the sheets. He let her hair go, bringing his hand down harsh onto her ass, the spank eliciting a moaning scream from her. “Such a fucking slut for me aren’t you…”

Y/N was a fucking mess. The viewers wanted degradation and rough. And Mingi was certainly giving them what they wanted. The power in his thrusts made it difficult for y/n to lift her head. “Mi….Mingi…” she gave up trying to conceal his real name.

“What’s that?” Mingi taunted her, reaching his free hand down onto the mattress above her head, leaning down so he could whisper in her ear so that only she could hear. “Is it too much?” His voice was much more gentle when asking and y/n shook her head. “I…. I need to see you.”

Y/N whimpered when he pulled out of her, Mingi sitting the camera back on the stand, angled perfectly on them. He landed one last, less harsh, smack on her ass before flipping her over. Because fuck, whatever she wanted he’d give her.

Mingi gripped her legs, pulling y/n towards him as he let her wrap herself around him, crawling like a predator up her body, mouth leaving open mouth hot kisses on her breast as he sank his length back into her.

Y/N breath hitched, it would every time his more than average size would fill her, always stretching, always stuffing her full.

Mingi moaned, deep and rumbling in his chest. She was always tight no matter if he prepped her. No matter how much his dick stretched her, and he was addicted.

He used one hand to grab her wrists, pinning her hands above her head. The stream was well over 6,000 viewers. Everyone watching Mingi make a complete mess out of their favorite streamer.

And fuck, Mingi got off on that shit. He loved that all they could do was watch him have her. Probably getting themselves off to the way he worked her. The way he filled her. The lewd and beautiful noises he could elicit from her.

Only him.

“Pussy so fucking good.” Mingi wrapped his other hand around her throat, lightly squeezing as he thrusted deep and slow for once, feeling every sensation of her walls clenching him. “All these people watching and it’s all mine.”

Maybe he was getting a little possessive but he couldn’t help himself. Y/N legs were shaking around him, whimpering cries leaving her because she couldn’t form a coherent thought to save her own life.

“Say it.” Mingi’s grip on her throat tightened only a little, just enough to make her moan and her walls to squeeze him so tightly he had to muffle his whimper by kissing her.

Y/N gasped against his lips, opening her eyes to meet his own. “Yours…” their pants mixed together, lips touching as Mingi started to thrust faster, harder, hitting her cervix. “It’s yours…. fuck…..”

“What is?” Mingi lifted himself back up, hand on her throat moving up to turn her face towards the camera, other hand gripping one of her legs as he started to pound into her, hitting that spot that was gonna send her over the edge repeatedly. “Tell them.”

Y/N knew she must look like a fucked out mess but she didn’t care. Her gaze, half lidded as she could feel her orgasm about to break inside her. “My pussy…. It’s yours.”

She came with a crying moan, loud, hands instinctively reaching for Mingi, anything to hold onto. Mingi grabbed both her hands in one of his bigger ones, letting her squeeze as hard as she wanted as he chased his own high.

Mingi literally felt his eyes roll into the back of his head, almost forgetting y/n told him that viewers were wanting a pull out, they wanted to see him make a complete mess of her but he wanted to come inside her so bad. “Fuck.”

He pulled out just in time to come all over her stomach, catching himself with his free hand that y/n wasn’t holding to hold himself up as he came down.

Viewers were certainly satisfied, Mingi getting up to grab the camera, bidding them all a goodnight with that crooked grin of his.

Y/N still lay in post orgasm bliss on the bed, gasping, swatting at Mingi when he was back, tongue on her sensitive and overstimulated clit. “Mingi!”

He grinned, pulling away. Mingi could take her all day long if she let him. He pulled her up, hands cupping both sides of her face as he kissed her.

“Let’s clean you up.”

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San was staring at his best friend like he was some sort of extra terrestrial alien from another planet. It was 5:30 in the morning. The sun wasn’t even up yet and there Mingi was, wide awake. Cooking.

San himself wouldn’t even be up this early on a Sunday if he hadn’t had to pee and the noises coming from the kitchen alerted him. He knew Mingi had gotten home just after 11:00 the night before from Y/N place. Another streaming session.

This was the third day in a row Mingi was up before sunrise. San leaned against the kitchen island, watching him boil some eggs, an already cooked bowl of rice hot and waiting. “Who are you?”

Mingi turned to look at him, his glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose, he reached his hand to push them back up. “What?”

“This is y/n, isn’t it?” San was grinning. He had never seen Mingi down this bad before. “You really like her.”

Mingi rolled his eyes. So he was waking up early? He had been since he did that morning at y/n. Just thinking about her made him want her. He had just seen her, came home, he had showered with her at her place, and passed out.

It had only been like seven hours but he needed her.

“Fine.” Mingi turned the stove off when all of his food was done. “I like her.” He admitted, out loud, San grinning so much his dimples were on permanent display for the moment.

“Well, it’s about time.” San was genuinely happy for him. Mingi had never settled down, not really one for anything serious. He was pretty sure the closest thing his tall best friend had to being in love was with the high he got from a good blunt.

“Shut up.” Mingi grabbed his food. It’s not like he said he was in love with her. San was the one now rolling his eyes, following his best friend into the living room, both sitting on the couch.

Mingi sat his bowl of food on the coffee table, grabbing the remote to turn the tv on, waiting for it to connect to the wifi before going to Netflix.

“Why do you act like being in love is such a bad thing?” San was a romantic at heart. He loved the idea of love. To have that one person who could fully complete you.

Mingi turned on his favorite season of Shameless. “Because, you fall in love, then you get married. Have kids. Work at a job you probably hate to support a family you probably barely ever get to see.” He shrugged, taking the first bite of his food. “What’s the point?”

San stared at him like he was an idiot. “You do know just because you’re in love that you don’t have to do any of those things.”

Mingi wished his best friend would just drop it. He didn’t want to turn into his dad or brother. Working at the same job for years, stuck in the same routine. It had gotten to where his older brother barely even saw Mingi’s sister in law and when he did, all they did was argue.

“Fine.” San huffed, letting it go, for now. “Be stubborn.” He stood up, stretching his arms above his head, yawning. “I’m going back to bed.” It was an off day for him and he planned on sleeping in.

Mingi tried not to let San’s words affect him.

He really did.

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Mingi dropped the white envelope in his hand down onto the desk, his dad looking at him over the rim of his glasses, fingers paused from their typing on his keyboard. “What is that?”

“All the money I owe you.” Mingi shoved the sleeves of the black hoodie he had on up to his elbows. He had more than enough to pay his dad back. Y/N no longer paid him for being a cameraman, he was part of the stream now. Half of what was made from the streams was deposited directly to his account.

“Where did you get it?” His dad arched a brow at him, looking so much like an older version of himself it kind of terrified Mingi “Drugs. I sell drugs now.”

His dad snorted at his sarcastic joke, grabbing the envelope of money and dropping it into the black safe beside his desk. “Will this job last?”

Mingi clenched his jaw to keep himself from saying something smartass. He changed the subject. “Mom said your anniversary party is Wednesday. She’s already pestering me about my hair and dressing nice.”

“Just bleach it.” His dad shrugged, standing up, an inch taller than Mingi himself. “She won’t care.” He ruffled his son’s faded pink hair. They might butt heads often but Mingi was a lot more like his dad then he was aware of.

“Dad…” Mingi hesitated, the words he wanted to say were stuck on his tongue. “I’m sorry.” The apology was probably long overdue but Mingi was stubborn. “I’m sorry I’ve been such a pain in the ass.”

The silence between them was understanding. Acceptance. His dad hugged him and suddenly Mingi felt small. He can’t remember the last time he’d hugged him. “You’re just growing up in your own way son.”

They pulled apart, both smiling the same smile. Mingi really was the spitting image of his dad. “Do you think you could….” Once again Mingi hesitated. “make mom a little extra happy for me?”

“What did you do?”

“I haven’t done anything!”

His dad laughed, shaking his head in amusement at his youngest son. “What for?”

“I’m bringing someone to the anniversary party with me…. I’ve sort of been seeing someone.” Mingi might be avoiding the fact that he was kind of sort of falling in love with y/n but she was still more than just a friend. More then a coworker. And certainly more than just some girl he was fucking.

“Oh.” His dad understood now. Mingi’s mother was a loving person. Down to earth and would do anything for those she loved but, she always hated, maybe hate was a strong word, any person her sons brought around. It took her three years to warm up to Mingi’s sister in law.

“I can’t promise anything.”

“At least get her to play nice.” Mingi was practically begging. He loved his mom more than anything but he wouldn’t let her just be rude to y/n. He wasn’t like his brother with the way he used to let their mother be a complete mother in law from hell for the longest time. He would have to step in and Mingi didn’t think his mother would like who he’d choose.

Fuck.

Mingi really hated San for putting that love shit in his head.

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It was late. Thunder was loud in the dark, cloudy night sky. Rain poured and Y/N sighed from where she was crouched down, staring at her cat who was hiding under the couch. “Gladiolus, you’re inside, the thunder can’t get you.”

The giant black cat had always been scared of thunderstorms. “Fine.” Y/N gave up, her cat always hid until the noises outside stopped.

Her doorbell rang followed by another loud boom of thunder and then everything went dark. All the electricity went out, plunging her entire house into darkness.

The doorbell rang again causing y/n to jump. It was almost midnight in the middle of a thunderstorm, who the hell was at her door?

She hissed when her knee hit the coffee table, gritting her teeth as she made her way towards the front door in the dark. The door opened just as the doorbell rang again. “Mingi?” Y/N could just catch sight of him as lightning flashed brightly across the sky. The entire block in her neighborhood seemed to be without electricity.

“What are you doing here?” He hadn’t called or texted and they didn’t have a stream to do. His breathless answer made y/n thighs clench and her nipples to harden both from the cold wind that blew in and the deep neediness of Mingi’s voice. “I need you.”

He came all the way to her house in a thunderstorm because he needed her?

Y/N grabbed his hand, pulling him into the house and out of the rain, his hoodie soaked. She couldn’t see his face but that didn’t stop her from standing on her tippy toes to kiss him.

She had no idea what the hell they were but she didn’t care to question it.

Mingi pulled away long enough to pull his rain soaked hoodie off, letting it plop on the floor with a wet thud. His hands gripped at her curves through the oversized shirt she had on, blindly stumbling together through the dark.

Y/N yelped and Mingi screamed when he tripped, both of them tumbling to the carpeted floor somewhere in the living room. Mingi grunted before giggling, y/n now straddling his waist and he really wished he could see more than a dark silhouette of her.

Y/N leaned down, lips just barely brushing Mingi’s own. “You stain my carpet Song Mingi and you’ll pay to clean it.”

Mingi grinned in the darkness, gripping her hips and sitting up to pull her shirt over her head. His lips latched around a nipple he found with his tongue, gaining him one of those moans of y/n that he loved so much.

Their clothes were gone as quickly as they fell, scattered around the room in the dark. “Mingi….” Y/N couldn’t control anymore, couldn’t hold herself up anymore. She had been riding Mingi for what felt like forever in the lustful daze they were both under.

Mingi sat back up from where he had been laying on the floor, letting y/n control for both of them, edging them both torturously. “I got you, baby.”

A loud clap of thunder sounded as Mingi took control, flipping them over so y/n was now laying back on the floor, never breaking contact from his dick buried in her cunt.

Mingi hooked his arms under her legs in the crooks of her knees, hips rutting, his dick in her cervix, hitting that spot, the one he always made a mission to find. Y/N moans were breathless, pants shaky as she placed both her hands on each side of his face as Mingi leaned his forehead against her own.

His thrust grew sloppy, y/n was already coming, legs shaking, words broken sobs against Mingi’s lips. “Say it….. say you’re mine.”

Fuck. Mingi came with shaky moans and a tightness in his chest. His voice sounded far off to his own ears, his orgasm hitting him harder than ever.

“I’m yours.”

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[avaredava]

Riding whatever jjk man you want in the car? Honestly, the meaner the better.

Oh God I'm drooling already 🤤

Kisses ❤️

Okiee btw i LOVE all your ideas ❤ (please marry me 😁)

MDNI

Master list's

⯌ Sum

Riding jjk men in the car 👄😆(◕દ◕)

⯌Warnings

Fem!reader, dom boys, customized sex toys, money spending (ofc), Satoru sitting beside you and suguru while ya'll fuck but for like a second, edging, clit stim, teasing, degradation, Breeding Kink, Overstimulation, semi-public sex, Degradation, Name-calling, kinda forced crawling, Power Imbalance, Spanking (A shit ton of ass spanking in Suguru's), Cockwarming, begging, Praise Kink, breeding kink, Possessiveness

⯌ The men

Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, Toji Fushiguro

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A\N:

Lowkey made Toji a biker man and fucked you on his bike. i honestly don't think he'd own or afford a car. Its hot anyway 😍

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Satoru Gojo /ᐠ｡ꞈ｡ᐟ\

He'd always spoil his favourite girl. Buttt- he does always spoil himself too. I mean he is rich, so why not. So he has a nice car. Black Ferrari with blue accents. Leather seats.

Black tint.

There are a few reasons why it's fully black and you can't see through it. One being just in case there's a need to change clothes (happened before), number two, cops- he doesn't like to talk about why.

Three.

Making his pretty girl feel special, to fog up the windows, to make jaw dropping pleasure and shaky, loud breaths. And fuck you raw while your tied up or blindfolded with his blindfold of course.

That is his favourite part of having tint.

You were obviously shopping (with his black card), and he made Ijichi drive you both around today. So he could... have some fun. He made sure to get the limo not his lambo so it has the screen to separate the back to the drivers seat.

And a sound barrier.

He needs his perfect pretty girl to scream and cry.

In a good way of course.

He pulled up to the front doors of the wall and you came running out with bags and a ring with his initials, to make everyone know your his.

You have a big smile on your face and he grins coming out of the limo and takes your bags and holds you in his arms and kisses all over your face.

He brings you into the car and closes the screen. Making sure Igichi would not see his girl or more hear his girl. Your moans are made by him and owned by him.

With his money he got a special toy for you. As Igichi drives you're sitting on his lap as he's bouncing his knee bouncing you a bit.

This sex toy was a very small measured (he sent you clit measurements for the place) suction for the clit. It also vibrates and has a small nub thing that rubs on the inside. So it's super stimulating.

He got a key with a box. Is to put the remote in the box pull up your panties with the toy on and lock it in the box and throw the key and make you crawl in the moving car for it.

He starts his plan.

Instead of foreplay... he decided different.

"Strip."

You turn around on his lap with your jaw gaped open. "Toru-"

"Did I fucking stutter?"

You slowly take off your clothes, you know there is no way of getting out of this. You never have. You're left in your panties and bra. He unclasped your bra and you let out a whimper when he puts your nipple in his mouth.

His warm mouth warmed your tit making some feeling that only he can make you feel, no other man made you feel like this so sexy, so pleased. He moaned into tit as you bat your long lashes at him staring at him like he's the most beautiful man ever (he is). It just made his cock throb.

He slides off your panties sucking on your neck as he rubs your folds. He lightly brushes by your clit discreetly putting the toy on your clit. He quickly turned the toy on and you gasped as he threw the remote in the small box and locked it and threw the key across the car.

"Satoru!" You cry out. "What the f-" You got cut off as the vibrations knocked up a notch and he grinned. You crawl on the floor looking for the key as he slides your panties up so it's harder for you to take it off.

"Toru! Please get the remote." You beg as you shake on the floor as it suctions, vibrates and rubs. "Find the key pretty." He bluntly says. You are absolutely shocked. "Satoru, what the hell!?" You try to keep being mad but it feels so good.

You crawl on the floor like a little slut, his little slut, and he grins pouring himself a glass a wine with a smile. He sat all there distinguished in a tie and suit while your crawling on the floor mascara running down you face and in pretty pink panties.

He chuckles and continues sipping his whine. He leaned over and smacked your ass to make you whine out because that's favourite sound and it's fucking music to his ears.

You find the key and crawl back on the seats and shakily unlock the box taking out the remote. Before you clicked the off button Satoru took it back.

"Make me cum and then I'll turn it off..."

"Satoru! Please..." You whine, begging for this overstimulation to stop. "You have a safe word pretty girl. If you want me to stop that bad, I would, you know that."

He grabs your hands and sits you on his lap pulling your panties back down. He pulls out his cock and pumps it a few times before he slowly sinks you on it.

He throws his head back sexily, showing his long slender neck. God that just made you tighten around him. You slowly start to move up and down on his cock.

God the way he smiled it just made you bounce faster.

"Faster."

He slapped your ass again making you ride him faster. He cums inside, you're quite thankful for your birth control or you would be extremely pregnant right now especially the fact that Gojo hates condoms.

He stops the vibrations after you squeeze around him and cum. His dick is sensitive so he pulls you off of him and kisses your sweaty forehead.

He helps you get dressed and kisses your forehead.

"Such a good girl for me..."

Suguru Geto ♡(> ਊ <)♡

One thing Suguru does not give a shit about is where he fucks you. He would of course not do it somewhere you don't want but to him? He doesn't care.

So that's how you ended up taking his cock in the passenger seat while his best friend Satoru is watching you both driving.

"Damn calm down Suguru your gonna break her-"

"Keep your eyes on the fucking road and don't speak or look at her she's mine dumbass." Suguru groaned as he bounced you more on his cock.

Satoru chuckled and pulled over to the side of the road. "I ain't watching this shit anymore." He gets out of the car and walks down the road.

Suguru doesn't care where he's going he's too focused on how good your pussy's sucking him up and taking him.

"F-Fucker." You hollered as his tip bruised your cervix. Wrapping around him like a vice. "You're so tight- shit."

He refuses to be fully dominated so he shakily runs a hand down down your body and he rubs quick circles on your clit.

You move quicker chasing your orgasm before he takes his hand away leaving the burning feeling in your stomach as he stops you from moving too.

"P-Please don't stop, Sugu, it hurts!" Tears pricked at your eyes as he slapped your ass as he continued to cockwarm him.

His tip was pushing against your g-spot so that didn't make it any better. It was so hot and sweaty and cramped in there all you wanted to do was cling to him.

He kissed your forehead and you moaned from his touch alone. God this man was breath taking.

"Beg."

Your eyes widen as that one word escapes his mouth. "W-What?" You stutter out still sensitive from everything. "Did I fucking stutter?" He looks you dead in the eyes with a cold serious stare. But that mean grin just got you wetter.

At this point you had to beg.

"Please Sat- I mean Sugu." You accidentally almost said Satoru. You're too cock drunk to know the difference. His eyes filled up with something you've never seen in him.

He grabbed your hair and pulled your face closer to him. "Your gonna fucking take something before you get my cock. But you're gonna sit here on my cock with no movement. Such a bad girl."

He turned you around on him with his cock still inside so your ass is facing him. You grab on to the dashboard as you feel his hot breath on your neck.

You know you're in trouble.

He lands a hand to your ass causing a pleasurable sting. He keeps hitting till your ass was cherry red. Tears roll down your face from the pain but then again it's Suguru so you don't have much say.

He starts to feel a little bad and rubs your ass, gently kissing your neck. He turns you back around and kisses your lips. He starts to bounce you on his cock.

The pleasureful burn in your stomach reappears. You let out a small moan at his thick cock hitting spots that only he can reach. Instead of stopping he continues.

He rubs your clit extremely fast once more making you bounce harder and at this point your moans turned into screams.

You finally cum in unison with him. His cum warming your walls as your squirt drips down on his cock.

He pulls you off of him as you sit on his lap wincing at the burn on your ass.

You instantly fall asleep.

He dresses you and holds you on his lap holding you close kissing your forehead.

He looked up and saw Satoru in the bushes with his cock in his hand grinning at him when they made eye contact.

"For fucks sake-"

Toji Fushiguro ⁄(⁄ ⁄•⁄-⁄•⁄ ⁄)⁄

It was late at night, the air was crisp and cold. You're walking around a parking garage trying to find your boyfriend- Toji.

You quickly found him standing by his motorcycle with one of compression shirts and his grey sweats.

He gives you a tight hug. "Hey pretty." He says in his deep enveloping voice that send shivers down your spine.

His musky scent makes all your senses water. God this man was fucking perfect. All though to him he's nothing. He swears you're the most gorgeous, perfect thing in the universe.

But you always remind him that he's perfect too. Reminding him of that, maybe being cuddles, compliments, or something like that. But his personal favourite is your special compliments to his dick.

God that makes his ego spike over the roof.

"I need some support baby, I'm not feeling 100%..." He said in a sappy tone. You were about to get sappy for him but then...

It hit you. He never would get all corny like this unless it was for sex. But you decide to humour him anyway.

"Oh no baby? What's wrong?" You say in an obvious sarcastic tone. "Something wrong down here?" You pat his crotch and he jolts with that handsome smirk of his.

He holds you close. "Maybe I do." He says in that tone of his that makes your thighs clench and your panties wet, no soaked.

He flipped up your skirt up and pulled your panties to the side making you bend over on his bike.

"Toji we are in fucking public!" You hissed at him quietly. There weren't many people around but still there might be cameras or people since it's a fucking parking garage.

He took out his cock and slapped his cock against your folds and swiped it making sure it's soaked with your juices. Making sure it's lubed enough because he is quite big and he would never want to hurt his pretty girl.

He slowly pushed it making you grab on to his bike and squeeze your eyes shut at the immaculate stretch.

"Y-Your so big..." Fat tears rolled down your face as he began snapping his hips, his tip hitting your cervix and his thick veins massaging all your sweet spots.

You finish on him and he cums inside, massive fucking amounts of it.

He pulls out fingering the cum back inside before he sits on his bike. He pulls you on his lap and bounces you on his cock.

"What kinda boyfriend would I be if I didn't make you come not once but twice."

There you were riding his cock, feeling so fucking good. You didn't care about being caught anymore, all you cared about was how good all of this felt.

His happy trail was scratching against your clit and it made you whine out and he grabbed the plush of your ass helping you move up and down faster.

You finally squirted with one of your squeals and your walls gripping his cock all so nicely he came too.

You were so stuffed with his cum it was dripping out.

He stood up and pulled your panties back up and your skirt back down and not scrunched around your hips.

"It's messy..." You whined into his ear with a pout and he kissed it because how cute it was.

"Good because you belong to me sweet girl, never forget that. And this is a good way to make sure you feel it too."

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Ya'll this was in my drafts i forgot to finish it sryyy but now it's done <3 😭

[custardtartsfan]

Jason Todd uses a flip phone. No he will not upgrade.

a little bit proofread! youd think the child of an ESL teacher would know whats up but youd be wrong! anywho this is vv off the dome and i didnt exactly know how to end it so please tell me if you feel like it flows right i appreciate any and all feedback very dearly ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ

“Jay!” his partner calls from the other side of his apartment, making their way from the kitchen to where he was cleaning his guns in the living room. A very ritualistic process for him. They're all uniformly laid out on his coffee table (which he did not own before getting into a relationship, shout out the wife) , unassembled and being very carefully cleaned with a level of precision you seldom see outside of scientific glass blowers. Hes locked in

“What?” Jason looks up from his gun cleaning ritual 

“Can i borrow your phone? I wanna order food” they smiled, leaning over the back of his couch

“Whats wrong with yours?” he asks, “dead” y/n replied simply, and Jason reaches into his pocket with minimal grumbling

Jason was not a fan of technology, as a rule. He thinks its evil. He doesn't have any social media, does not watch any tv that isn't the news, and doesn't particularly like having his photo taken on anything digital. But still, none of that knowledge about their boyfriend couldve prepared y/n for being presented with a tomato red  Motorola RAZR V3 Flip Cellphone after it was dug out of Jasons cargo pants

“...what the fuck is this” they gawked at him. They hadnt been together all that long, but long enough that y/n feels that they should have noticed this piece of ancient history in his possession

“What?” Jason replied casually, unclear why they were looking at his phone like that “you have my phone no? Order your food” he said while getting back to the gun cleaining 

“Im- what is this?? Jason, be serious” y/n said, still absolutely rubbernecking at the phone. They went around the couch to look him in the eyes

Jason made a face “im being serious, order your food” he rolled his eyes at his partners ridiculousness. 

“Jason.” y/n gawped “look me in the eyes and tell me this is your actual primary cellphone.” they said, leaning down to look their boyfriend in his soul. Jason furrowed his brows

“Thats my phone. Why is this a big deal? I dont like apples and samsongs. Or whatever” Jason responds, puting down the half put together glock hes cleaning to cross his arms and lean back against the couch 

“My phone number is in this. You answer my texts from this thing??” they asked, still holding out hope this was a really stupid elaborate prank. From their boyfriend. Who had the driest sense of humor on the- okay yea he wasnt joking

“Yes??” he said incredulously, looking at his partener like they were being unreasonable. Actually- they were being unreasonable. It was a razr phone, not some far future star wars trans communicator. y/n needs a second to think about this

They plop themselves onto the couch next to their boyfriend, staring at the ceiling

“You really are a drug dealer” they murmured. Jason snorted

Jason snorted. “Below the belt” he retorts, snickering as he went back to his gun cleaning. Locked in. clear eyes, full hearts, cant lose.

“You need an actual phone” y/n states, like its the word of god. No protests will be tolerated, this studio apartment is not a democracy. Jason makes a face.

“I dont trust that shit” he murmured, continuing his surgical precision glock cleaning. y/n tilted their head

“Whys that?” they questioned. Jason scoffed, like its obvious

“ ‘don't want the government knowing my business” Jason loured

“Don't want-” y/n looked at him, in his soul “Jason. Whats a drivers license?”

Jason scoffed, smiling since hes won the argument now,in his own mind at least “i dont have one” he said triumphantly. y/ns eyes widened to the size of frisbees. They'd been in a car he was driving. Many times. Yesterday actually

“What the fuck d’you mean you dont have a drivers license??” “i never got one” he answered simply, like that was chill 

“Im- yes i get that. But you drive!” they argued, turning their body to fully face their insane boyfriend

“Well yea,obviously” jason rolled his eyes. y/n guffawed at him

“You're- a prolific criminal” they murmured, deciding not to question it anymore. He dresses up like red riding hood grew up and transitioned and got REALLY into body building. He used to kill people. Hes literally cleaning his multiple unregistered firearms in front of them. 

“Does the pope shit in the woods?” Jason retorts. y/n and jason stared at each other for a second 

“not what that means” “yea not what that means”

.𖥔 ܁ ˖ ✦ ‧₊˚ ⋅ fun with formatting! i like the coloured text but i wish the shades weren't so jarring. i also find the images incredibly annoying to format properly but maybe im just being dense i dunno. the drivers license bit was inspired by my co worker because she too doesn't have a drivers license and yet owns a car and drives it and isnt in jail yet. you go icon

also the term wife is used GENDER NUTREALY !!1! i wanted an actual gender neutral term for nuptial partner but nothing hits like wife does imo. anyways tysm for reading! i love you sleep well ₍ᐢ._.ᐢ₎♡ ༘

[themareverine]

🤍❤️🩷From Mare, With Love🩷❤️🤍

I’m sorry if I should have waited for the 14th to send this 😂😬 I was wondering if you could write “The Wolverine” movie version of Logan trying to repair a fractured relationship with Reader when Valentine’s Day comes around…

Thank you 🥰

— every part of you

2013!Wolverine x mutant!wife!reader

warnings: established relationship, reader has the same mutation as Logan, perceived cheating.

a/n: sid, my love! hopefully this is close to what you're looking for? I haven't written this Logan before, what a treat! I'm also playing with a new writing style, so let me know what you think!

☆ ── 💌FROM MARE WITH LOVE

“You fuckin’ liar!” 

Often Logan has thought there’s not much in this life left that can rip open his meatshirt, but he's never been above being wrong.

This is one of those moments, just some of the words. 

Venom behind her tone first lashes white hot, ripping all the way to core parts of him that have been sheltered for uncountable years—only to hit cold, against his ribs.

A cold that alarms him to his bones, almost. He’d never seen her eyes, so fiercely blue, track so dark and lethal. If she’d been able to kill him with her stare alone, he’d be buried six feet under and rotting in graveclothes. 

Very few words actually had the ability to matter to him, in all his years, and he reacts swiftly—sidesteps the something that she manages to fling his direction.

It hits the wall in a muffled thump somewhere behind him, but he actually couldn’t care less about it—he watches her rip through the small cooking space, wrangling into a jacket. Her feet swiftly carry her out the door before he can round the center counter, his own coat over his arm. 

“Mare, just calm the hell down and listen to me —” 

“Why? So you can lie to my fuckin’ face?”

Her words lilt with rage, and Logan has to pull up a little shorter than he’s ever had to as she whirls about face, finger within an inch of his nose.

Her eyes narrow into lethal slits, dark and cold, as the apple of her cheeks light up with scandalous red.

“I saw. Every last pathetic, sick inch of you with her.” Her hands shove him back at the shoulders with a strength he forgot she possessed, her face twisting in the effort to contain the emotion hemorrhaging between her words, “We split off for what, a day, and you're in the arms of a different girl? Shit. Tell me, Logan, are you that desperate?” Her scoff is blade thin, “Could’ve fooled me.”

Sharp eyes drift low, to the cradle of his pelvis, then pierce him again like a knife.

“Oh, wait — duh. You did fool me. Asshole.” 

His frown deepens, managing an exasperated growl. He goes to step forward, reaching for her wrist, but she backs up with raised hands of surrender. Almost as if she’s relinquishing the argument.

 “We’ve known her for, like, a day, Logan. If you’re lucky,” Stepping back off the stone path, her boots scuff against the pavement. “And not to mention she’s like the granddaughter of your friend—shit. Shit.”

Eyes rolling upward, she shakes her head, “Y’know what? That’s fine. Great. Have a nice life, Logan, you and what’s-her-face—enjoy Japan.” 

Gesturing to the bay of open water, she turns on the ball of her foot, waving him off, “Figures—fuckin’ figures, come halfway around the world to help you say goodbye, and—” 

He does the unthinkable thing and rushes her from behind, hand grabbing at her hip to bring her about face with a passing, strong hand. The rough rasp of his voice cuts low, his lip curling when she tries to spin away.

Fingers curled into the material of her jacket tighten, however, closing the distance between the two of them. 

Anger passes visibly across her features, and Logan can scent the burst of blood from between her knuckles as familiar claws pop free of her flesh. Her lips part to insult, he's sure, but her expression blanches when he meets her blow—blocks it with a swat of his hand.

Expertly spins her around on her feet, forces her back against his chest in a hold strong enough to break most men — but she isn’t most men. 

She’s like him, in every way. Down to the mutation, to the genes. 

Designed and stitched together, intertwined with fate. 

Mariko had been a mistake, a mistake that he hadn’t anticipated. She’d kissed him with the desperation of a child, looking for connection in the shared human experience.

He hadn’t been thinking, honestly—only fate would send her right through the door, stumbling over this moment.

The look on her face he’ll never forget, passing anger. The star-crossed rage of a thousand broken pieces, the fear. 

Pain flickers inside him, sends his skin itching with unmitigated upset. The hope he’d felt bleed from her a thousand times, suddenly gone. He’d been unable to breathe as she’d hurled insults at him. Unable to answer, to think past the little tremble of fight in every one of her words holding back tears, betrayal fresh and hot. 

Any other woman would have done the same, and Logan believes it — but it wasn’t him. It could never be. He loved her, would die a thousand deaths to be within breathing distance.

God should scoff at him, strike him for letting her get this far into her doubts. 

A kiss from a stranger could not undo a decade together. He’ll make her understand that, if it kills him.

She isn’t a stupid woman, never. Smarter than him, smarter than most. 

“Yield, honey,” it’s more of a scoff than anything, he adds pressure to his hand fighting her arm, “it ain’t gonna happen.” Hand at her hip, he nods to the claws that catch the sun—they may as well be daggers stained with the blood from where she's buried knives in his chest.

“Put ‘em away, princess. Won’t ask again.” 

“Don’t you dare call me that after you’ve given her that name, Logan,” her words are slow, broken.

And she does yield, slowly. Like a dream, almost. Sapped of strength, bludgeoned of courage. He can scent the tears brimming beneath her fan of lashes.

“You’re hurting me.”

Her head turns to consider him over her shoulder, and he releases. 

It's too close. Tension in his jaw sets off muscle, and she steps away from him. Reaching for her hip, she doesn’t put much effort into twisting away, it’s slow motion. Hollywood, even. Calculated. Deliberate.

He never thought she'd be capable of pulling away from him so smoothly, so expert.

“Do you love her?” Her eyes cast low, to the ground—more tears sparkle in the high sun. He's fairly sure he can't breathe, but, oxygen pumps in his blood like a pistoning freight train.

“Do you love her? Already?” 

It’s preposterous. 

Wild. Absurd. Her stupidest moment. His frown deepens—he’ll never give a damn about Mariko, not like he does her. His sun, to which his life revolves. His Adonis, forever Icharus in the shadow of her.

The very heart beating behind his ribs aches at the thought of worshipping anyone else. Anyone else rising to take her place?

He’d divide mountains. 

Visible confusion passes over his face he knows, and he is more aggressive about his hand connecting with her hip. He manages to ease closer; she pulls back. A delicate dance of advance, retreat.

Until she’s backed into the shade of a low-hanging tree branch, hidden from the sun. Canopy of blue-gray sky. 

The flutter of her lashes tells him she hopes he can’t see the stain of tears, of pain. He could never not see her — a thousand years could pass between them and he’d always find her, again. Any lifetime. Any realm.

Logan thinks he’d pass through time for her, relive every horror if it meant having her again.

She is the first, every time. The sweetest. His only. Everything with her is the first, and it’s shut up within him like a shaking the world would never know. He can barely breathe, thinking about it.

Craves it like its sweet whiskey, the air that gives him life. 

“Not possible,” he gruffs, braving a step closer. She’d sink into the bark of the tree if she could. His knuckles graze the wet of her cheeks, his eyes snag the way she tries to angle from his touch but can’t.

“Don’t you know I can’t love anyone but you?” It’s true. He’d never love again like he does at this very moment, time standing still. Waiting to be born.

“She’s just a girl, playin’ games. And what I feel for you isn’t a game—and I told her that much.”  He shakes his head, his scoff low in his chest, “Can’t say I ain’t proud of you being bein’ jealous, though.” 

She makes a rough sound, her eyes shifting up to his. “I have a right to be jealous.” It’s a weak defense, her low lip curling inward, tenderly. Like a child. 

His fingers tuck under her chin, forcing her attention. “You do, and I want you to be.” 

“You shouldn’t temp fate.” 

“And you shouldn’t be jealous, but here we are.” He grunts, “You sorry for acting like an ass?” 

Stone cold, she shifts a little uncomfortably beneath his hard stare. “I’m not sorry for wanting you all to myself,” her tone is firm, but the gallop in her pulse betrays every edge to her tone. It’s a greenlight, the jump of adrenaline that licks at her skin, her held breath as he moves in, closer still.

“Next time I won’t be so forgiving.” 

“Won’t be a next time,” the way her breath hitches when he leans close will never cease to rip him open, “only person I wanna kiss is right here, if she’ll have me.” He knows she will, she always will. He’d waited lifetimes. Passed through fires and centuries to be here, right now.

“You still want me?” 

Pretty sure he’d continue to do so, until God decided he’d breathed enough. 

“I’ll always want you, Logan,” taking his chin between her fingers, her eyes rivet onto his with the weight of ancient worlds hanging between them. “Every part of me is for you. Just remember that the next time you up and decide you’re gonna let girls kiss you outta nowhere.” 

She’s absolutely meant for him, every part.

Every breath, every heartbeat. Fits against him like God’s design. He couldn’t let her go, not even for wild horses. Not even for fate, or God, or love and money. 

And she’s right here with him, mouth slanted against his. 

Every part of her, for every part of him. 

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WE BECAME PARENTS FOR 24 HOURS!!! (TO EGGS) Ft Bambi

Summary: Bambi, Matt, Nick and Chris became parents to eggs for 24 hours

Warnings: swearing, fluff, Matt being a simp, Matt being in love, cuddling being 'parents', Bambi being over the triplets shit lol

"For the next 24 hours... You can call us daddy"

Matt and Chris' mouth fell open in shock, turning to each other and awkwardly laughing.

"What on earth possessed you to say that on camera?!" Bambi laughed walking into the frame in shock.

"I honestly don't even know"

She laughed grabbing a Fanta from the fridge "So what does that make me? Cause i'm sure as hell not a daddy?"

Matt smirked slightly with raised eyebrows and a slight head tilt, as if wanting to make a joke or comment.

She moved behind him her hands running into his hair "Don't even think about it, baby."

He closed his eyes for a moment leaning into her touch "Alright."

"To clarify for the next 24 hours Me, Matt, Bambi, and Chris are going to become parents of-"

"little eggies."

"Little baby. Little baby eggs."

"I'm just here to beat you three." Bambi mumbled before opening her soda with her teeth.

Matt snickered "Eggs, so delicate... They can crack."

"that's morbid"

"For the next 24 hours, us four are going to have to be parents to these little egg babies.... They don't have faces or identities yet so we're going to spend the next few minutes-"

Chris was tossing his egg up in the air repeatedly. "Stop! Stop"

"Okay, so you all saw that mess. We all have new eggs and are cleaned up." Bambi laughed as the video cut back in, her sitting on Matt's lap.

"3 new eggs cause Bam was able to keep her egg out of Chris' grasp." Matt laughed softly "Already a better parent then all three of us."

"We cleaned up the crime scene that was in front of us"

It wasn't long before Nick Matt and Chris started talking over each other.

"You're doing great sweetie." Bambi mumbled annoyed with the bickering.

Taking the hint they got to the point, Matt and Chris drawing on their eggs as Nick went over the rules.

****

"Alright here's our eggs. My egg" Nick showed his egg. "This is Chris' egg" he showed Chris' egg on the screen.

"He has a red hat on"

"Yep" Both Nick and Bambi spoke with a snicker.

"This is Bambi's egg" He showed Bambi's egg making her smile cutely. "And this is Matts egg"

Bambi smiled happily "Mine's the cutest."

Bambi sat in the passengers seat her egg in her hands where it had been all day, she loved the boys but when it came to challenges like this.... She didn't trust them. But she looked up confused as Matt pulled over. "What?"

"I think I cracked my egg"

"WHAT?!?" Nick immediately handed her the camera to vlog it. "Show the vlog."

She pointed the camera "I'm showing the vlog"

"this isn't fair cause I have to drive."

"Give me your baby. I'll take care of it." Nick grabbed the egg.

"Hold him"

"Don't worry" Nick smiled "Since the four of us are amazing parents we're taking our eggs outside for some Adventure time"

"Its crazy that we're only going outside to bring our eggs out"

"Our kids" The two began to go back and forth.

Bambi rolled her eyes at them "If you guys start bickering we're turning this car around."

"Sorry Bambi" Nick and Chris both mumbled immediately, not wanting to annoy Bambi.

****

They were all at the beach when Chris looked at Bambi who was on the swings. "Bam-Bam"

"Yo"

"What's your eggs name?"

She got quiet for a moment for smiling "Evangeline"

Matt tilted his head at her with a soft smile. "Why Evangeline?"

"Evangeline is the star from The Princess and The Frog.... It's one of my favorite movies" She grinned sheepishly.

"Okay, she won" Nick grumbled a bit.

"So, we have to get up in the middle of the night to comfort the 'babies'" Bambi cut off both Matt and Nick who were trying to get the point across but kept bickering. "I'm not doing it for 10 minutes though. I don't have kids yet for a reason. So can we cut that time in like half" She put the egg in the box next to Matt's egg

"Yea, I wanna be able to go back to sleep. I wanna be able to keep my tired, so I can go back to sleep."

"Okay, so for three minutes then?"

Bambi nodded getting up "Fine by me"

****

Bambi groaned in frustration as Matt's alarm went off to go cradle the eggs. "No"

"Here" He mumbled handing her his pink Hershey teddy bear shirt and a pair of boxers, as she was.....not exactly dressed

She sat up taking the clothes from him getting dressed as he stumbled out of the room in his pj's and a blanket wrapped around him.

As the triplets sat on the couch grabbing their eggs "Where's bam-bam?"

"She'll be out in a sec" Matt spoke barely above a whisper.

Just then Bambi stumbled out of the room tiredly running her hand through her......'bed' head, before grabbing her egg and crawling under Matt's blanket with him. "Start the timer" She mumbled gently rocking the egg.

"I always forget she's not as nice when she first wakes up." Nick mumbled.

"Your mother."

"Bambi" Matt grumbled.

She sighed "I'm sorry, Mary Lou is the sweetest woman I know. What I really mean is, your fucking face."

A tired Chris started laughing softly pointing at Nick. "She got you man."

The camera cut a bit where Matt was sitting up with Bambi half asleep in his lap still rocking the egg tiredly.

"How've you guys been sleeping?" Nick mumbled to Matt and Bambi still mostly tired.

Matt shook his head and Bambi groaned a bit "not good."

"Why?"

".....We fell asleep like an hour ago."

Nick made a face "We went to sleep like 4 hours ago-" He cut himself off seeing the look on Matt's face. "Oh" he made a grossed out face.

"You asked"

The next several hours were pretty uneventful. Until the end. Nick Matt and Chris dropped their eggs and Matt's broke. Whick lead them to where they were now, Watching a video Matt made and edited talking about how he replicated, stole, and ate Nick and Chris' eggs.

"....Is it bad i've never found you hotter?" Bambi spoke after her, Nick and Chris sat silently for a few minutes.

Matt grinned kissing her head "Case in point to you two... Don't fuck with me."

Comments:

User414: Did Matt and Bambi just imply that the reason they were up so late was cause they were.... you know....

User222: Bambi walking out in MATTS shirt and boxers is wild

User778: SHE HAD SEX HAIR!

User111: Honestly.... Bambi's a mood

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[luv4elaina]

Dating Creepypasta Headcannons

Warnings: fluff, Mentions of gore, idk what else😊

THESE ARE JUST HOW I LIKE TO THINK THEY'D ACT!! they aren't real so pls don't take these seriously if some you disagree with some!!

Jeff The Killer

☁︎ Loves teasing you and pissing you off, he finds it hilarious. He tones it down when you actually start getting angry with him and snap at him, throwing his hands up in surrender, "Woah sweetheart it's just a joke."

☁︎ A little possessive over you. Like he starts to get annoyed if your talking to another guy for to long. A little controlling over your relationships with people but it's just because he loves you.

☁︎ He smokes with Ben or by himself quit a lot. He doesn't smoke around you though because he doesn't want you breathing in the smoke. One time you asked to try it and he laughed at you and started telling you, "No this shits bad for you and addictive."

☁︎ He's very overprotective of you. Ben likes to mess with you just because he knows it makes Jeff mad. He doesn't like the creepies messing with you because 'only he can do it.'

☁︎ He always tags along if you have a mission. He tells you it's "Just in case something happens to you!". He views you as weak and thinks the only way for you to stay safe is if he's with you.

☁︎ He likes when you're sleeping with him, you don't even have to be cuddling, just knowing you're next to him helps him sleep better. You guys usually cuddle though since you love touching him, it helps you sleep better as well.

☁︎ He gets pissed off when you're ignoring him, but it's fine when he ignores you. You find that a little annoying but get used to it soon enough.

☁︎ He gives you small forehead kisses whenever he sees you napping, he's not great at showing affection really so that's his way of doing it! not like you know since your asleep whenever it happens..

☁︎ He likes watching movies with you, he usually hates sitting still for to long but he can tolerate it when it's with you! He acts annoyed when you ask but always ends up more interested than you while watching.

☁︎ He doesn't tell you that he loves you a lot. Usually when he does its like "Your lucky I love you y/n" If you do something like taking his hoodie/shirt or something.

Eyeless Jack

☁︎ He's definitely the quiet type, but around you he's more talkative. That's mostly because he loves talking with you. He knows how to keep a conversation going surprisingly.

☁︎ Like Jeff, he's protective of you. He watches over you a lot, and goes on missions with you. He just wants to make sure you're safe, you don't mind him coming since he usually does all the work for you!

☁︎ I like to believe he watches you sleep a lot, since he's a demon he doesn't really need as much sleep as you do. He's also good at staying still for hours on end when you're sleeping just so he doesn't interrupt your slumber.

☁︎ (Ya'll I personally don't think he's insecure about his face.. that's just me though!) He of course has no problem not having his mask on around you! Also whenever you're talking he sometimes crouches slightly to be down to your height. (I think he's like 6'6)

☁︎ He loves hugs from you and stuff. Whenever you're in the living room in the mansion you're always cuddled up together, same goes for any other place. It's more of you cuddle into his side and his arm around your shoulder.

☁︎ He's super nice to you, sometimes sarcastic. He just loves you so much he couldn't imagine hurting you. Sometimes he has bad thoughts about you, once a week every couple of months he gets super hungry, so he has to distance himself from you so he doesn't do something he regrets.

☁︎ He loves going on walks with you in the forest, there is a creek near by that you two always go too. He loves nature just as much as you do.

☁︎ He thinks you're hilarious even when you're not trying to be. Like he finds some of the stuff you do stupid, if you're asking a stupid question you genuinely didn't know, or if you're just doing something not smart.

☁︎ He smells really good, every time he eats a person he always washes up nicely, leaving him smelling great and clean which you love so very much.

☁︎ Whenever you two are standing in a public setting he's impulsively stands behind you, resting his hands around your waist and resting his head on top of yours.

Ben Drowned

☁︎ Ben loves when you two nap together, it's one of his favorite ways to spend time with you. He loves you being wrapped in his body.

☁︎ He tells you he loves you a lot, you're his favorite person and he never wants you thinking differently. He makes small jokes but not mean ones because he doesn't want to upset you! He sometimes makes freaky comments like, "Wanna watch gore together." And when you give him a weird look he just plays it off.

☁︎ He's huge on gaming of course! He loves when people play with him because it gives him something to do, he especially loves when you play with him. He also lets you win most of the time just to see you happy.

☁︎ He likes playing sports sometimes outside, it reminds him of when he was little when he used to play. You usually watch as him and Jeff play together, sitting on the porch or a tree stump.

☁︎ He loves food, like a lot. He eats way too much, which shocks you because he's still so skinny? (Wish I had that fast metabolism😔) He's not good at cooking really, he sticks at using the stove but you help him out!

☁︎ His favorite weather is either sunny or rainy. When it's raining he looks opening the curtains while gaming so he can watch it go down, or takes walks with you during the rain.

☁︎ He is a huge cat lover. He always sends you videos of them if that's on TikTok, insta reels, Pinterest pictures, etc. He's always talking about kidnapping one from one of his victims, but hasn't found one with a cat yet.

☁︎ He for sure teleports to you through your phone. If he's bored and your not with him, he's gonna be giving you a little surprise visit..

☁︎ Unlike Jeff, he doesn't really care about smoking around you unless you don't want him too. He's not that addicted to it, he does go days without smoking so it's not much of an addiction to him like it is to Jeff.

☁︎ He isn't to overprotective, he doesn't care who your with that much, sometimes he gets a little jealous but that's it. If someone makes a snarky comment towards you he will say something though. Like, "Don't talk to my partner like that" or "watch your mouth".

ALRIGHT YALL I HOPEE YOU ENJOYED THIS! I had a lot of fun writing it. I should probably be writing my essay that was due a couple of days ago for History though.. Whateverrr I hope you guys have a good day/night!

[eliciria]

i am ashamed of myself but i couldn't just let this slide

luka (alien stage) yandere headcanons? if you're comfortable, ofc !! please and thank you, and take care ♡

a/n : oh my god i love reading these typa stuff when I scroll through tumblr, so ofc !!1!1 I'm still answering other requests, but they're open so if you have any ideas feel free to just ask :D

warnings : spoilers, manipulation, possessiveness, yandere tendencies

ALSO IM SORRY THIS WAS WRITTEN SO LATE !! finally got over writer's block for 5 months now ehe. I JUST SEEN WEIGE WTF.

yandere! luka

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reader

👽 I won't lie, bro was kind of already a yandere to hyuna if you haven't noticed before... ( <- written that shit before wiege. kms)

👽 If you're someone who works behind the scenes, like a doctor who checks on the contestants after their performances, a make up artist, or essentially whatever requires you NOT to be on camera, best believe he's keeping you away from that damn thing. Because 1) He's even more possessive than his usual self, and doesn't like anyone seeing you in any sort of way that his fans perceive him, and 2) He's scared that somehow you'd actually end up on Alien Stage (even if you think you don't have the talent/looks/ the passion for it.)

👽 He's obviously manipulative, I mean, cmon. spoilers warning here but like, with the way he provokes and ebbs at till and mizi is crazy. Whatever tendencies he had before are just ramped up now. He makes sure you attend to nobody, and pays attention to him and him only. He'll poke any buttons you have if it means it keeps you under him, even if it is borderline blackmail.

👽 He likes seeing you jealous. There, I said it. He likes watching people's reactions twist and turn at his words, his expressions, at him. He is no different when it comes to you. Purposely does things he knows pushes your buttons.

👽 I'd like to think that he isn't all that bad as a yandere (I'm just delusional), and does treat you like a queen, or whatever the highest treatment a human can experience. Shares whatever gifts he receives from the aliens to you, feeds you the best stuff (because he couldn't... spoilers haha...)

👽 He'a also anything but lucid. WILL see you through rose tinted glasses, essentially like a god from his perspective, and if you genuinely ask him to grovel, he will. The only thing he wishes you won't ask is to leave...because he probably won't grant that <3

👽 Man is in his late 20s to early 30s, and while human culture is extremely different in the alien stage universe to ours, I'd like to give the head canon that they probably still have some of our courting culture and stuff. He would buy an engagement ring, and internally combust ( or bust...if you know what I mean), if you wore it. Especially in public.

👽 He's crazy. Wow! No shit, but he really is. I like to think while he does care about his reputation, he just throws all that out when you're involved. WOULD sacrifice himself for you in a heart beat. He'd rather die than you die and leave him all alone.

[luvrsluxe]

ROTTEN FT. JEY USO

Summary: Never underestimate the power of a broken heart.

Pairing: hothead! jey uso x black! fem reader (maddy perez coded persona)

Warnings: 18+/NSFW, toxic situationship, timeskip of a week, one flashback, kissing, possessive! jey, mentions of drinking, cussing and arguments, protected and unprotected p in v (wrap it before you tap it), slight exhibitionism (changerooms), explicit pics and audio mentions, spanking, a little mention of injury (minor cuts) multiple positions, jey is such a munch (you'll see), use of lighter fluid and lighters, ANGST, miss reader and Tiara are both the other woman (YIKES), plot twist (yes there's a cliffhanger...), miss girl still gets that last laugh.

Word Count: 6.1k

Author's Note: I miss my little red tipped hothead real bad and he finally crashed out on Gunther yesterday (i've had this in drafts for abt a week)... Spotify did not help with my urges to write something about him... sit back n find something yummy to chew on because the chaos in this is something else. Enjoy!

Inspo:

"Nah? What are you doin', huh? I know that ain't my car... I KNOW THAT AIN'T MY DAMN CAR, MA."

But it was, it absolutely was.

She had keyed a real nasty message for her ex, and when she turned around - a bold grin etched on her lips proved to Jey that she'd cleverly woven him into her web.

His hands ran amuck in his short, red tipped mullet, and he bared his teeth in frustration. It almost made him emotional, seeing her all dressed up in one of his favourite outfits on her, a crimson red corset and black jeans. She looked like a walking cherry bomb, ready to pop off when provoked.

She was you.

"You think I wanted to do this, Jey? You think I wanted to fuck up your car, huh?" You quipped coyly, twirling the key in her hands, a not so villainous glint twinkling in your eyes. You didn't want to go this far.

But he'd pushed you too far. Having seen him snap several times, he never thought you would've had this in your arsenal.

"What is your fucking issue, girl?" He finally asked, brow furrowed in frustration at the reality he'd be driving around with "WEAK ASS DICK" and "LITTLE BITCH BOY" carved into the back of his Escalade for a few weeks.

"My issue...?" The dry laugh echoing the question made Jey's blood run cold, as if intimidated by your blatant shift in attitude.

"My issue is you're too fucking foolish, Jey. You think I wanna do this?" You chuckled, but the unmistakable blink of your eyes indicated you were fighting back tears.

"I still cared, asshole. I did. I wanted to be with you, but you go ahead and spit all of my love back into my face, huh?" You muttered angrily, and Jey makes his way over to you in quick paces.

"Y'think I don't care, mamas? About you? About us? God you're..." He restrained himself, not wanting to say something he'd regret.

"C'mere."

You tensed at the offer, but you wanted to be held. Even for a fleeting second.

"I hate you to the point that it guts me seeing you with her." You whispered, inhaling the mix of amber and vanilla and something woodsy. "That bitch from your wrestling roster, clinging onto you like some sloth."

Jey tried not to laugh, opting to kiss the top of your head instead. "I don't like you hangin' around ole boy, either. I don't know who he is, but ion like you bein' posted up all over him, his hands on you and all."

That was laughable coming from both of you. But as things often go with revenge, only one can truly have the last laugh.

_________________

A WEEK EARLIER

"Mm...gimme that shit, girl." Jey grunted under his breath, thrusting deep into her pussy, smirking at the sounds of her muffled groans being swallowed by the pillows beneath her face.

He genuinely didn't give a fuck about her, but if she were willing - he'd pipe her down, book her an Uber, and delete her number within a 24 hour turnaround period. They had each other on Instagram and worked together, as it was.

She'd been squealing his name for about thirty minutes, and all Jey could think about was his favourite girl.

You.

Termed as a real go-getter, you were ridiculously smart. Having completed two degrees and currently running a million-dollar business, you had things under control very easily. He was naturally drawn to your confidence and your audacity. On top of that, you'd grown up in a hardworking family, carrying forward the extra side hustles and investments your parents had set out while you were in school.

The first night you had caught his eye, he'd termed you as his cherry bomb. Passionate, stubborn, and sometimes... a little out of pocket. It didn't bother him, given he too was a hothead. You'd worn a red jacket, the cherry motif on your collar as your black combat boots clicked expertly across the floor of the boutique you'd been shopping in.

A lingerie boutique, to be specific. A few days before the sickly sweet day of love - Valentine's Day.

"Mm...too frilly, too flowery. Ugh... do you guys have anything red that isn't fuckin' generic?" You'd huffed, tossing back your curly braided ponytail over your shoulder. You hadn't noticed Jey watching your every step, as men generally couldn't exactly handle you.

Fragile egos often fell victim to you putting them in their place.

Jey had been in the lingerie store for a casual fling, wanting to get her something cute for Valentine's Day. However, upon seeing you strut around the store, he knew he would ditch her for you in a heartbeat.

Call him callous, heartless... spineless. He nearly always got what he wanted. At that very moment, he knew he wanted you.

You tinkered on your phone, scrolling through your wishlist. Eventually, you found the exact Fenty Skin set on your screen and sure enough, it was nestled in the back of the shop.

"Hid it perfectly." You whispered, and as you grab the slinky, strappy one-piece, Jey's head pops into view. You nearly stumble, a little startled by his sudden appearance.

"Do I know you?" You drawled, chewing the sweet strawberry flavoured bubblegum mindlessly as he inhaled sharply. You were stunning, and when you smiled faintly at him, he nearly melted into the ground.

"Nah. Don't think we've met, ma." He had said, kissing your hand. You chuckled shyly, squeezing his hand before letting go.

"No? Damn shame, isn't it?" You quipped, spinning on your heels to grab a few more Fenty Skin sets. As you looked at each piece, Jey couldn't help but ogle at how your curves were hugged by a denim skirt, the red leather jacket a sharp contrast to your dark brown eyes, framed by a pretty red asymmetrical eyeliner design.

"What brings you to a little lingerie spot, huh? Boys never come round these parts unless they're wifed up, or dating someone." You added, raising an eyebrow when he doesn't answer right away.

"Casual fling. Thought I'd get her somethin' sexy for Valentine's Day." He mutters, the slight change in pitch betraying his sincerity to the aforementioned fling.

"Seems like you aren't happy with her, babe. Don't bother wasting your time if she's not worth it. And somethin' sexy huh... you opted for silky granny pajamas." You'd retorted, squeezing his shoulder before placing a kiss to his cheek.

"Believe me... you need a bitch that'll keep you entertained. She's not even here to show her choices off..." You chastised, making your way over to the changerooms.

Jey knew the card you were playing - an easy trap laid for him to crawl into. He knew better than to jump in, but you had him hooked from the minute you had spoken to him.

He shuffled over to the pyjama rack, grabbing lace shorts and a slip tank, without a care in the world. His casual fling, Tiara - she was cool, nothing special except for a pretty face. Not that impressive in the ring, but physically, she was hard to miss.

Nevertheless, she was incomparable when it came to you.

"I'll pay f'this. My girl's in the change rooms." He had said, a blatant lie just to be close to you.

A subtle knock had interrupted your process of trying on the lingerie, and when you decided to let him in, he's quick to lock the door behind him.

"I take it you learn fast."

"And I take it that y'ain't need to try on a damn thing, little miss cherry bomb." He smirked, pressing a kiss to your cheek. "Y'got me, aight?"

"Oh no, I intend to do much more than that." You crooned, the soft drone of a subtle west coast accent tickling his ear. "You seem so fuckin' unhappy, lovebug. She's not enough, is she? She doesn't enthrall you in the ways someone else could."

He smirks, the glint of a gold grill peeking out when you meet his dark brown eyes. They're fierce, but hold plenty of emotion at the same time.

"She's beautiful, but she ain't important, y'know. We met casually, fucked around...still fuckin' around." He murmurs, stepping a little closer to you. He notices your breath catch and it amuses him, seeing how stoic you were.

"She's not you."

Since that fateful day, 9 months ago - he'd been seeing you, spending time with you, caught up in a fatal attraction that he wouldn't ever want to let go of, despite his many hookups with Tiara.

Jey's flashback to the night at the lingerie store was interrupted by Tiara's high pitched whine, a pitiful plea for Jey to allow her to climax. He let her have it.

The sooner she'd leave, the sooner he'd be able to finish off with you.

"Fuck...mhm...that's it, girl. There you go." He grunted, smirking as she soaked the rubber. He pulled out almost instantly, not sated with the encounter. With a quick flick of his wrist, the used condom was tossed and he hopped into the bathroom, grabbing a washcloth to clean her down.

"Uber''s comin' in 20." He said briskly, not ready to have a chit chat with her.

Tiara didn't waste her time, getting dressed and grabbing her keys and her purse.

"Y'ain't even fuckin' me like we used to, Jey." She said bitterly, yanking the door to the hotel room open and slamming it on her way out.

Just as she left, his phone rang.

Incoming Call: Baby 🍒

He answered instantly, smirking at the sound of your voice.

"She's gone, isn't she?" You quipped, tapping your nails on your desk in your bedroom. The sound of his chuckle warmed your insides, and you settled onto your bed. "Gosh, baby... y'gotta let that bitch go."

Jey shook his head, nodding in agreement despite the fact that you couldn't see it. "M'trying... I really am. Couldn't even focus on her without thinkin' about you, mamas."

"Thinkin'? What's on your mind, huh?? Lemme guess, that night at the shop?" You purred, and he hummed in approval.

"Y'know me so well, baby." He whispered into the phone, the deep rasp causing you to stir in your bed. "S'that why yo' cute ass is callin'?"

Your cheeks burned, and it took you awhile to come up with a response.

"Mm.. maybe. When do you leave again?"

"Two days. M'tryna see you before that." He murmured, almost as if he were begging to see his sweet little secret once more before returning back on the road for work.

What's worse, is that Tiara worked with him, meaning she'd likely interrogate him for sending her out more briskly than usual.

Silence hung on the line for a few moments, before you finally exhaled.

"Be here in a half hour."

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When he'd messaged you that he was on his way over, you scanned over your closet, eyes hovering a fuzzy red babydoll set.

"Too fancy.... maybe in a month's time, when he's gotten rid of her." You chuckled to yourself, opting for a black corset and blue flared jeans. The owner of the lingerie boutique had given you a key, given you were a friend to one of the employees.

Free access, even after hours. You knew how to run a till, so purchases were simple. Besides, you had a huge order waiting for you - and who better to take you than Jey.

As you added a little red to your two-toned pout, your phone buzzes.

Jey: I'm outside, ma.

You take one last look over at your outfit, shaking your wavy curls out freely. The nerves in your stomach seemed to multiply, given the fact you hadn't seen Jey in a few weeks' time.

"Get it together, mama." You uttered, a silent reminder that you were the prize he was working so hard to keep. Given the distance and the fact that this was nothing more than a situationship, you too had a fine piece of eye candy that kept you occupied while Jey was out of town. As you pulled open the door, your phone pinged - another text from Jey.

You ignored it, muting the phone as you headed to his matte black Escalade.

"Gahdamn, took yo' ass long enough." He whispered, leaning over the console to press a kiss to your cheek. "Got the keys?"

"You think I'd drag you out for a late night fitting and not have keys? Taking me for an idiot, hm?" You scoffed, leaning back to look at him as he reversed the car, picking up speed on the freeway.

You noticed the slight changes in his appearance since the last time the two of you had gotten together: a new set of grills, two shiny gold tooth caps for his canines, and a new fade framing his curly mullet. Beneath the lighting of the car, you'd taken note of the tips, now dyed a pretty shade of red.

"Staring and not speakin'?" He murmured, cutting the comfortable silence as you chuckled to yourself.

"Red's pretty on you." You said simply, looking at the darkly lit streets as he pulled into the parking lot. "I love it, Jey - seriously."

He smiled warmly, squeezing your hand.

"Had to switch things up, and you've left your mark on me - real bad.”

You giggled at that, finally meeting his soft brown eyes.

"I’m almost certain after tonight, that’ll worsen.”You simpered, unlocking the door and stepping out. Jey was not far behind, eager to cause a little mayhem until he'd have to fly out again for work.

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The two of you had opted for the biggest change room, allowing you enough room to try on multiple lingerie sets, among other things.

Jey sat on the couch, thighs spread apart with his phone in hand, scrolling to connect his bluetooth to the speakers. You were behind one of the curtains, squealing at the pieces hand picked for the evening.

"Damn, ma. All that screamin' already? Got me thinkin' you gon' kill me or something." He exclaimed, finally settling on a track. The ominous yet sensual hum of JayO's "Hmm" echoed, and you smirked to yourself, pulling on the first set.

"You ready?" You called out teasingly, only for him to adjust his position on the couch.

"Lemme see."

You pulled the curtain back, revealing the lace set in a shade of purple. The contrast to your brown skin had Jey sitting up and at attention almost immediately. His throat went dry, visibly flabbergasted by the lace sitting pretty on your body.

"Y'too far, baby girl. Come closer." He pleads, beckoning you towards him.

"What? You can't get a mental image of this?" You taunted, pacing back behind the curtains as he protested aimlessly.

It was a lost cause, knowing you tended to have the upper hand in the dynamic. He leans back, rubbing his bearded chin - a little agitated that he couldn't have you right then and there.

His thoughts are interrupted when you emerge again, wearing a navy blue silk slip and panties. You notice his eyes narrow at a cheeky detail on the cleavage and he nearly stands up.

"Nah... you can wait." You whispered softly, winking as you disappeared behind the curtain once more.

Jey's blood was boiling, partially out of impatience but moreso because you were practically blueballing him without touching him. That's the type of power you had over him - just as coy, just as cunning, and a little more proactive when it came to getting what you wanted. Besides, he'd been with Tiara much earlier; surely this would teach him a lesson.

Then again, he wasn't one to wait for too long to get what he wanted.

In a few short strides, he was at the curtain and peeking in to see the grand finale.

"My pretty mama." He murmured in a hushed tone, causing you to turn around and pull him inside.

"Y'like this one the most, huh?" You teased, admiring the dark red two piece that had him ready to risk it all. He doesn't say much, but simply wraps his arms around your waist, inhaling your sweet scent of jasmine and dark cherries.

"You stay askin' stupid questions, y'know." He chuckled, nipping softly at your neck. The soft whine elicited from your glossy, ruby coloured pout spurred him on, and soon enough a wet trail of open mouthed kisses and bites trailed your shoulder and collarbone.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer." You retorted, though the pitch in your voice wavered from the way he clung to you. "And... you can always revert back to the better woman - Me."

Jey's mind was spinning a mile a minute, unable to detangle himself from you. His hands, large yet so soft, sculpted the curve of your hips delicately - as if to memorize every last bit of you and to forget everything about the earlier hookup he'd had.

"Take as many as you want, mamas." He grunted, pausing his ministrations to hand you his phone. You'd intentionally cut out the tops of your heads, and for a moment you were grateful he'd opted for a black longsleeve shirt, concealing the tribal ink on his arms and shoulders.

Once you'd began to click away at the shutter, Jey's hands move upwards, slipping beneath the lace cups of the red bra. You shuddered in his grasp, inhaling sharply as he palmed your breasts in front of the mirror.

"I ain't tell you to stop with them photos, baby." He urged, smirking against your cheek as you struggled to remain composed. "M'gon' keep these locked up real good while I'm on the road, missin' your sweet face."

“Y’wanna make a movie with me…so bad, don’t ya?” You purred, throwing your head back against his clothed chest. You couldn’t help but press your ass against his hips, struggling to keep the phone steady as the arousal essentially scorched your veins.

He chuckled darkly, unclamping the cherry red bra and placing it on a hook. “I’ll make a damn documentary, sweet girl." As he spoke, the pads of his thumbs brush up against your nipples, causing you to groan. He was gentle, almost loving with you.

"Jey...h-hold on. Don't wanna break the phone." You said, words lost in translation as he pressed soft, wet kisses to the nape of your neck. At a point, you feel his breath tease the other side of your neck, the gold grills and canine tooth caps scraping up the untouched side of your neck.

"Y'ain't gon' break it, ma." He husked in your ear, rendering you nearly helpless. It didn't help that one of his hands had moved down your body, teasing the red bow embellishments on the lacy thong. "Unless you want that other bitch takin' up my fuckin' time while m'gone." He taunted, snapping the waistband of your panties to jolt you out of the desire-fused hazed for a split second.

"You know good and well..." You began, only for his hand to slip past the confines of the lace. The base of his palm ruts against your clit, and he rubs at your folds - the pace ressembles that of a tortoise; slow, calculated, precise. "She's nothing - fuck - compared to me, Jey."

He scoffs slightly, knowing how unfair it was to bring up the very same woman that he'd been with hours prior - not that he cared about her the way he cared about you. With you, it wasn't complicated but it wasn't healthy. You both wanted one thing, which was the feral and unbridled intimacy shared every time the two of you were together.

"She ain't... y'got that right." His rough cadence continues to shrivel your bravado, making it impossible for you to hold the phone much longer. The last photo taken is blurry, but clear enough that the two of you can decipher the sensual interaction beneath the changeroom lights. "She don't love me like you do, baby girl."

Your heartstrings tugged immediately at his words, knowing that beneath the toxicity laid a beacon of love for him. But you knew how he was, often undecided because he lived for the thrill of entertaining too many women at one time; and you were no better with a roster of sweet, loving, kindhearted men at your beck and call.

"No she doesn't..." You uttered between soft gasps of his name, the phone nestled in a pile of unworn lingerie on the seat. Unbeknowst to you, the video camera had been activated, and though the screen was blacked out because of the aforementioned pile, every whimper, every grunt from his lips, and the sounds of clothing being tossed were picked up without a hitch.

Jey had yanked off his black longsleeve compression shirt, revealing his muscular chest and abdomen, much to your approval. He'd stepped out from behind the curtain, dragging the plush couch he was sitting on earlier into the the changing area.

The sight of his teeth bared, the ripple in his back muscles, and the flex in his thighs beneath the signature cargo pants he wore had you weak. It wasn't unlike him to be a show off, but fuck, it never got old.

He looked over at you, beckoning you to him with a quick nod of his head. Just as you make your way over, he stops you to take a seat.

He notes the plush carpet in the room, a pretty shade of pink. The idea forms in his head like a solution he'd sought out for hours.

"Crawl f'me, sweetheart. Made me wait to get my pussy, so m'gon make you work a little bit 'fore I fuck some sense into you." He said bluntly, tucking his bottom lip under his teeth as you smirked.

"You sure it's yours?" You dared, settling onto your knees, kicking off the slip on wedges you'd worn. He exhaled, fists gently clenching and unclenching as you admired your figure in the mirror. "If it were yours, you'd be fucking me without a care in the damn world right now."

The vein in his neck nearly burst, as you alluded to your own 'activities' with one specific man on your roster in recent memory. The more you riled each other up, the more aroused you became - to the point that if at this present moment, Jey needed to put your pride at bay.

You eventually comply to his request, arching your back seductively as you made your way over. He couldn't help but watch your reflection, clearing his throat at the sight of your puffy, soaked folds peeking out of the lace - leaving nothing to his imagination.

Settling between his spread thighs, your nails claw his ribcage, eliciting a wanton groan from his lips. Before you can go any further, he's quick to pull you to your feet, and tosses you onto the couch. You land with a soft thud, looking over your shoulder as he grips your hips possessively, mapping out your spine with wet kisses and slight nips of his teeth.

"S-shit..." You mumbled, feeling him tease your sopping entrance with his thumb. He pulls your head back, pressing his lips to yours in a heated kiss, causing you to moan into his mouth. "J-Jey..."

He nodded, leaning back to rid himself of his cargos before kissing you again. He slows the pace of this kiss down, flattening his tongue against yours - unable to control his need to consume you on that couch. As one of your hands clings to his shoulder, the other palms him in his boxers. The soft shudder from his lips sends a shiver down your spine, making it abundantly clear you're his weak spot.

"Damn, ma..." He grunted once more, the slight buck in his hips goading you to move your hand a little faster. His groans doubled, the pitch of his voice dropping several octaves as you met his gaze, lips barely grazing each other. "Fuck, jus' like that."

His words caused you to clench tightly, a painful reminder he had yet to fuck your brains out the way he'd promised. You retract your hand from his boxers, and instead pull him closer to you as you whine incomprehensibly in tandem with his fingers, which were fucking deep into you.

Jey was steps ahead, wasting no time as he positioned himself behind you, squeezing your thighs tenderly before jolting you with a stinging smack to both cheeks, the jiggle of your ass causing him to giggle.

"Allat ass out, I can't resist it." He groaned, looking up at you as he tugged the panties off with his teeth, the rough feel of his beard hitting against your skin. "Can't resist takin' my time witchu."

The purr in his voice had your cheeks burning, the sound so enticing you were certain he'd cast a spell on you from that first night in the lingerie store several months ago.

With your panties stowed away, you were bare before him. His tongue was skilled, darting out to flick softly against your clit, the breathless cry a stamp of approval embedded in his brain. The wet, thick, pink muscle split your folds with ease, and he wrapped his hungry mouth around your pussy, suckling sharp enough you nearly doubled over.

"J-Jey... m'gosh sl-slow down..." You pleaded, but deep down you liked the pace. You reveled in his neediness, wanting to devour you to the point you were the only meal he needed. "Fuck, I..."

There was no way you could get a word across, not when he smacked your ass again, causing you to mewl his name into the couch. It only worsened when he switched between the deliberate suckles to slow, dragged out laps of his tongue. It felt too good, the sound of the squelches of his tongue combined with your garbled pleas for more.

"Greedy fuckin' girl, huh? Jus' wanna be spoiled rotten, don't you?" He chides, lapping at your folds, dragging his tongue further back to tease your puckered hole and your eyes roll so far back - to the point you nearly black out.

The munch that he was, Jey repeats the action, smirking as you shuddered in pleasure. "That's it, mamas." He grunts softly, before returning to your quivering pussy, pressing a kiss to it before inserting two of his thick fingers in. "Suckin' me in real good, hm?"

You hated how good he was at this - made you feel like the only woman he needed, only for him to revert to mediocre pussy from Tiara. But that dwindling negative thought was briskly washed away when he leaned up to kiss your wet pout, whispering against your mouth.

"You love me? Huh? Tell me you love me, ma."

"I love you - mmm - Love how you fuck me." You mumbled, clenching around his fingers as your climax washed over, soaking his thick digits with your sweet nectar.

"Mhm, I know. I know, baby." He replied, slipping his fingers into your mouth, allowing you to savour him for a brief moment before positioning you on all fours, resting his hands on your hips.

"Fuckin' love you, mama. You hear me? I love you, and I love this pussy so much."

He couldn' lie - you were the only person he ever went raw with. There was chemistry between the two of you that couldn't be denied, regardless of the bitter reality that this situationship would soon turn sour.

When he slipped into your soaked channel, the collective sigh from his mouth and yours confirms one simple thing.

You loved each other, rotten and all.

The pace at which he thrusts is gentle but possessive, and he wants nothing more than for your cervix to be kissed until you're blissed out. His thrusts are so, so, soooooo deep, and when you look back at him, the sight is one to behold. He's focused on your pleasure, smirking at the white ring of cum forming at the base of his dick, and you note the rhythmic thump of his cuban against his chest and the sweat dripping down his chest.

You'd let him fuck a baby into you, despite how messy things were. Walking around knowing you were swollen with his child - you weren't opposed to it. In due course, obviously.

"Takin' it s'fuckin' good, huh?" He praised, and you feel your velvet walls flutter as he cuts through your incoherent mumbling and cloudy thinking. "Pussy so fuckin' cute, mama... fitting jus' right f'me." He cooed, and you squealed softly at his words.

"She loves you, daddy. She - shiiiit... mmhm - really does." You babbled out and he flips you onto your back, head buried in your chest as he fucks a little harder, each thrust causing the soft couch to drag across the plush floor.

"Jey...p-please..." You whined out, nails digging into the soft divot in his back, wanting him to bury himself to the hilt. And he does, each thrust causing you to jolt inwards. At this point, you're certain a chiropractor wouldn't be able to crack your back the way Jey did.

"S'fuckin responsive, shit. You gon' cum, ain't you? I feel it." He whispered into your neck, punctuating his certainty with a gentle bite onto your pulse point.

"Y-yes, fuck... yes."

He ruts his hips deeply, not relenting as he fucked you through the aftershocks, each one more dizzying than the last one. "Gahdamn, mama. So fuckin' gorgeous, doll." He chuckled, each thrust growing sloppy as he emptied himself inside of you.

His forehead rested against yours, kissing your nose before pressing your lips to his.

"I fuckin' love you, Jey." You said, voice all debauched and worn out.

Though it wasn't an ideal situationship, you wanted to cling onto him in any way that you could.

"I love you too, baby."

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After cleaning up and ringing in the lingerie from the try-on haul, as well as your order, Jey carried your items to his car, followed by you - worn out and well spent from an eventful evening.

"Yo' ass recorded us fuckin', y'know that right?" He quipped, clicking the ignition. His expression is playful, but it darkens when the colour from your face drops a tad.

"Oh my God... m'sorry. I... it was an accident." You whispered, and he smirks, leaning over the console to kiss you on the corner of your mouth.

"M'not mad. At least m'gon have somethin' to keep me occupied while I'm out there on the road." He purred, pulling out of the parking lot.

The drive home is quiet, both of you replaying the passionate exchanges shared earlier. You could still taste his sweet lips, and the rich mix of vanilla, amber, and oud had filled your nostrils to the point you get drunk off of him.

And you'd said you loved him.

It wouldn't be long before said love would be put to the test - and you would break unlike anything he had ever seen before.

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PRESENT DAY

"Keyin' my damn fuckin' car, huh?" He repeated, despite hugging you close. You shuddered in the embrace, bewildered at the fact that not only was he choosing Tiara over you while he was away, but had managed to pretend like nothing happened .... that nothing was said.

The entire time he was gone on the road, he'd been calling you nonstop, flooding your iMessage with photos meant only for your eyes, and repeatedly mentioning how much he missed you.

How much he loved you.

On the night before he came back, you'd received a text from your other main squeeze, which opened a file of voice messages, scandalous photos, and one paparazzi shot at an appearance that had the fans shocked and flabbergasted.

That night was spent drowning your sorrows in a few jello shots, notably red in colour. Part of you loathed your little insider for uncovering the grim reality of your situationship, but said insider had set you up real good with someone else.

Someone Jey would've never expected.

And you'd been seeing the new guy while he was away, getting dickmatized in a way that shockingly, was up to par with what Jey dished out to you. And he was loving... the kind that made you feel like a fuzzy cloud, just like Jey did.

How Jey had, more like.

"Posting her on your damn story, Jey? Hours after posting our photos... c'mon. Pick a fuckin' woman, already." You had texted angrily after seeing the social media post a few days prior.

He'd simply replied with a shrugging emoji, knowing he was playing with fire. Sure, Tiara would pander to his needs, come back to him pathetically but you... you were different.

Someone who shouldn't be crossed - not ever.

You pulled away from his grasp, cheeks wet with tears and Jey's heart breaks.

Shatters.

"You...did this to yourself, you fuckin' prick. Such a fucking embarassment, Jey." You said, throat burning from the muffled sobbing. His hands gripped your wrists, pulling you back to him.

He knew he was losing, and pretty soon - he'd be left with nothing. You wring free from his grip, cupping his cheek one more time, studying his features one last time.

"Y'know I still love you, ma. Y'gotta know that." He said in a hushed whisper, eyes brimming with tears. He leans in closely, just as you do - pressing one last lingering kiss to his lips.

You want the taste of a sour cherry on your lips - deep enough to remember not to go back when you've found someone who knew him well, and hadn't fumbled the ball like he did.

"Y'so fuckin' foolish... letting me go like this." You mumbled against his lips as he pecks you one last time, cheeks wet from crying. The sight of the both of you so distraught illustrates a certain melancoly that cannot be quantified in words. "After everything we've been through."

"Just know... you been playing your hand and now it's my turn." You whispered, letting go of his hand one last time. When you step away, you reach into your pocket, pulling out a lighter. He hadn't noticed it, but lighter fluid had been strewn around his Escalade.

A little maniacal - and the temporary kind; he wasn't worth liability that would have you locked up.

"Wait...WAIT." He gasped, devastation etched on his face as you set fire around the car, tossing printed photos from that fateful hookup a week prior in the lingerie store into the fire.

Burning away memories that had been buried deep into your mind, that had your body squirming - begging for him to come home.

"Nah, you can keep that bitch. Fuck her, and fuck you." You whispered, blowing him a kiss. "I'll make it my duty to let the entire world know just how bad you did me."

As you spoke, a dark hooded figure stepped out from the other side of the vehicle, clad head to toe in black, save for the dark brown eyes peeking out from beneath a bandana. He poured water on the temporary flame, reducing the photos and lingerie to ash.

"And so will he. I promise you that." You smirked, squeezing his hand. As you did, you unintentionally pushed up a bit of one of his sleeves, revealing something that caused Jey to nearly black out.

Samoan ink. He knew the pattern all too well.

"Did her wrong f'what, uce? After hearing everything Ti's capable of - y'still fucked up and damn, now yo' girl's mine." He stated bluntly, and the roughness with which he spoke had Jey reeling.

Jey knew Tiara wasn't good for him, but he was bent on bagging what he wanted - it was the toxicity in him; the sudden impulse to go all gas and no breaks. You were what he needed - his peace, his solace, and the only one who understood him. You had a soft spot for him, but even that had been burnt out.

"Ain't no way y'done this, ma." Jey uttered, and the man on your arm scoffs, pulling the bandana and hoodie down. Wet curls, broad shoulders, and dark brown eyes - topped with a maniacal, unmistakably pearly white grin, and when his lips parted - he wore a bottom gold grill.

His own twin brother, Jimmy.

"Believe me, this is only the beginning." You chuckled, backing away from the driveway with Jimmy in tow, leaving Jey dazed, confused, and lost.

When he saw his twin kiss you in the driver's seat, his blood boiled and the ringing in his ears ensued as he screamed in anguish, punching into the concrete until he broke skin.

You'd outdone him.

Left him damaged, vengeful and rotten.

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[morethangodlovesthem]

i really love how disturbed/discomfited collins is by stanley's "prescription" for "fun" like the very idea of attempting to mask the shit that is their life on the ice with a party like some kind of ghastly wallpaper is enough to turn his stomach. i feel like collins is his own kind of cassandra, like crozier.

idk, there's some kind of triangulation between crozier, goodsir, and collins in that goodsir gets the very first direct warning when young is dying and says the shaman says to "run," and crozier provides the first indirect but expert warning about the nature of the ice and then suggesting they go for broke, and then collins....collins is the least informed if the trio, and yet also seems to possess a kind of occult awareness that there is nothing good on the horizon, which i believe for him starts the moment he goes under the ice to address the propeller.

idk! there's just....i think there's something here.

[alittlegiraffe]

Title: Mine.

She knew exactly what she was doing.

The dress, the makeup, the way she let that guy’s hand linger on her waist for a second too long—it was all for him.

Marshall.

The man who ended things.

The man who told her he couldn’t be what she needed, that she should find someone better, someone who’d give their daughter the life he’d never had.

Fucking coward.

Because if that were true, then why was he standing behind the door right now, shaking with rage, watching through the peephole like some caged animal ready to tear through it?

His hands were trembling, his jaw clenched so tight he thought his teeth might crack.

And the moment that motherfucker leaned in—his date, her date, that pathetic little extra in a movie that was never gonna happen—

Marshall’s vision went black.

The door flew open.

The sound of it slamming against the wall was like a gunshot, the force rattling the hinges.

Her date—what was his name? Adam? Andrew? Asshole?—stumbled back, eyes going wide.

She gasped, head snapping toward Marshall, chest rising and falling like she’d been waiting for this moment.

Like she’d been begging for it.

Marshall stepped forward, towering over the guy like a fucking wolf circling its kill.

“Get the fuck off my porch.”

The guy blinked, looking between them like he didn’t know what the fuck was happening.

Marshall smirked. That dark, dangerous pull of his lips that meant run.

“Yo, man, I—”

“You got two seconds to move before I put your ass in the fucking ground.”

The guy turned to her, scrambling for some kind of validation, like she was gonna tell him everything was fine, that Marshall was bluffing.

She stayed silent.

And Marshall saw it.

Saw the way her thighs pressed together, the way her breath hitched, the way she was burning from the inside out just watching him like this.

She wanted this.

Wanted him like this.

And that was all it took.

“Time’s up.”

The guy bolted.

Practically tripped over himself trying to get the fuck out of there.

Marshall didn’t watch him go. Didn’t care.

Because the moment the loser was gone, his eyes snapped to her.

She was fuming.

Or at least, she wanted to be.

“You are such a fucking asshole,” she spat, stepping into his space, shoving his chest. “You don’t get to do that, Marshall!”

He didn’t move.

Didn’t even fucking blink.

Just stood there, towering over her, hands flexing at his sides.

“You went out with him,” he muttered, voice low, sharp, dangerous.

She lifted her chin. “And?”

Marshall’s tongue ran over his teeth.

Then his hand shot up, gripping her jaw, forcing her to look at him.

Her lips parted, breath shaking.

Marshall smirked.

“That’s cute, baby,” he murmured, fingers tightening. “You really think you can make me jealous?”

She didn’t answer.

Didn’t fucking need to.

He already knew.

His grip tightened, his other hand slamming against the door beside her head, caging her in.

“You wanna be fucked like you’re mine?” he muttered, voice thick with anger, possession, pure fucking need.

Her body arched against him.

Her hands curled into his shirt, pulling him closer.

Marshall chuckled, dark, amused.

“That why you went on that little date, baby?” His fingers dragged down her throat, pressing lightly before gripping her waist, yanking her flush against him. “Just hopin’ I’d lose my shit?”

Her breath caught.

“Yes.”

Marshall fucking growled.

His hand wrapped around her throat, forcing her head back.

She let out a soft, wrecked moan.

“Say it again.” His thumb brushed her bottom lip.

She swallowed hard.

“I wanted you to snap,” she whispered.

Marshall’s nostrils flared, anger and arousal mixing like gasoline and fire.

“You wanted me to lose my fucking mind?” he muttered, tilting her head back, his teeth grazing her pulse.

She shuddered.

“Yes.”

That was it.

That was all he fucking needed.

Without another word, he threw her over his shoulder and carried her inside.

She yelped, fisting his shirt, but she wasn’t protesting.

She was burning.

And when Marshall kicked the bedroom door open, threw her down on the bed and crawled over her, eyes dark and feral, voice like gravel and smoke—

“You wanna play games, baby? Fine. But now, I make the fucking rules.”

She knew.

She had just won.

She barely had time to breathe before he was on her.

Marshall’s hands were already pushing up her dress, fingers rough, desperate, furious.

“You really thought you could make me jealous?” His voice was a low growl, the kind that made her pulse skyrocket.

Her body arched, hips lifting instinctively, chasing his touch.

His smirk was dangerous.

“That’s real fuckin’ cute, baby.” His hands gripped her thighs, spreading them wide, his body settling between them like he belonged there.

And he did.

He fucking did.

She glared up at him, but it didn’t hold any heat. Not when her chest was rising and falling like she couldn’t get enough air.

Not when her fingers curled into his shirt, tugging, demanding.

“You let him touch you.”

His voice darkened, hands squeezing her thighs so hard she whimpered.

Marshall grinned.

“You let that motherfucker put his hands on what’s mine.”

Her breath hitched.

He saw the way her body reacted, the way she clenched her thighs together, like she wanted friction, like she needed him to fucking ruin her.

Marshall licked his lips, his hands dragging up, shoving the fabric of her dress higher.

“You wanted me to see, huh?” His voice was mocking, fingers teasing the hem of her panties. “Wanted me to lose my shit?”

She was panting now, nails digging into his shoulders.

Marshall chuckled, leaning down, lips ghosting over her ear.

“You got what you wanted, baby.”

And then he was ripping her panties off.

A shocked gasp left her lips, but it turned into a broken moan the second he pressed his mouth to her, his tongue licking into her like he was starving.

Her back arched off the bed.

Marshall groaned against her, hands gripping her thighs, holding her open.

She tried to move, to grind up into his mouth, but his grip tightened.

His teeth scraped over sensitive skin, making her cry out.

“You don’t move,” he muttered against her, breath hot, voice dripping with control. “You take what I give you.”

She moaned louder, fingers tangling in his hair.

Marshall fucking smirked.

Then, just to drive her insane, he started spelling his name.

M.

Her legs trembled.

A.

Her breathing turned shaky.

R.

A wrecked whimper fell from her lips.

S.

Her thighs clenched around his head, body twisting, desperate.

He groaned, holding her still, refusing to let her escape.

H.

She let out a broken moan, her fingers pulling at his hair.

A.

Her hips lifted off the bed.

L.

Her head thrashed, body writhing, coming undone.

L.

She shattered.

Marshall didn’t stop.

Didn’t let up.

Not until she was whimpering, panting, begging.

His smirk was pure sin when he finally lifted his head, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, watching her fall apart beneath him.

His lips brushed her ear, his voice dark, commanding.

“You belong to me.”

She didn’t argue.

She fucking couldn’t.

Mine. (Part 3 - No Way Out)

She was still panting, shaking, body wrecked from his mouth, from his name carved into her skin with his tongue.

But Marshall wasn’t done.

Not even fucking close.

His fingers traced up her trembling thigh, slow, teasing, like he was memorizing her all over again.

Like he didn’t already know every inch of her, every little sound she made, every way to break her down.

He hovered over her, his breath hot against her lips, his weight pressing her into the mattress.

“You got what you wanted, huh?” His voice was low, rough, dangerous.

She swallowed, her lips still parted, chest rising and falling like she couldn’t catch her breath.

But she didn’t answer.

Didn’t need to.

They both fucking knew.

Marshall’s smirk was cruel.

“You don’t get to walk away now.”

Her breath hitched.

His fingers slid lower.

“You don’t get to play games with me,” he murmured, grinding his hips into hers, making her feel how hard he still was.

Her whimper was wrecked.

His hand wrapped around her throat.

Her pulse raced under his fingertips.

Marshall licked his lips, eyes dark, locked on hers.

“You’re mine, baby.”

His grip tightened, just enough to make her gasp.

“You think I’m ever letting you go?”

A dark chuckle left his lips, his nose brushing against hers.

“No fucking way.”

And then he kissed her.

Hard.

Desperate.

Possessive.

She melted, moaned into his mouth, clung to him like he was the only thing keeping her grounded.

And maybe he was.

Because after this, after tonight, after the way he was about to fuck her like he was staking his claim all over again—

She wasn’t going anywhere.

And they both fucking knew it.

Marshall could feel it—the shift.

The moment her body stopped resisting and fully gave in, just like he fucking knew she would.

Because she was his.

Had always been.

And she always would be.

His hand tightened on her throat, just enough to make her gasp, her nails digging into his arms, her thighs squeezing around his waist.

“You hear me, baby?” His voice was low, raw, every syllable dripping with possession. “Ain’t no way out of this.”

She whimpered, and fuck, that sound—it set his blood on fire.

He dragged his teeth over her jaw, down her throat, biting, marking, claiming.

“You tried to move on,” he muttered against her skin, his breath hot, cruel, knowing.

“You really thought I’d let you?”

Her head tipped back, lips parted, eyes hazy with something between anger and need.

“Maybe I wanted to.”

Marshall grinned.

That dark, dangerous smirk.

“Lyin’ to me now, baby?” He pressed his hips against hers, slow, punishing, letting her feel exactly what she did to him.

Her breath hitched, her fingers curling into his shirt, pulling him closer.

Marshall chuckled, but it was low, rough, laced with something darker.

“You wanted me to lose my shit.”

He could see it in her eyes, feel it in the way her body responded, every breath, every fucking tremble.

“You wanted me to see you with him,” he growled, pressing her deeper into the mattress.

She gasped, hips bucking against his.

Marshall groaned, his fingers digging into her waist.

“You wanted me to snap?”

His hand moved lower, between them, teasing, torturing.

Her moan was wrecked.

“You got what you wanted, baby.” His voice was pure sin, pure dominance, pure fucking ownership.

“You ain’t going nowhere.”

Her body arched, her hands fisting his shirt like she was trying to pull him inside her.

She wanted this.

She needed this.

And so did he.

Because he could tell himself all he wanted that he’d let her go, that he ended things for her, for their daughter, for something bigger than himself.

But it was bullshit.

Because here she was, under him, falling apart just like she always did, and he was never going to let her go.

Not now.

Not ever.

---

She should hate him for this.

For the way he tore her down just to pull her back in.

For the way he pushed her away, then lost his mind the second someone else tried to take his place.

But she didn’t.

Because he was right.

She had wanted this. Begged for it in silence.

Every time she walked past him in the house they still shared, every time their daughter laughed and they locked eyes like they were still a family, every time he looked at her like he wanted to take her apart but forced himself to stay away.

She was tired of pretending.

Of acting like she wanted anything but him.

Marshall’s hands tightened on her hips, fingers digging in hard, bruising, keeping her still.

“You try to leave me again, baby?” His voice was a low, dangerous murmur against her lips.

Her breath was shaky, uneven.

“I didn’t leave,” she bit out. “You did.”

His eyes darkened.

His jaw clenched.

She hit a nerve. Good.

Her hands fisted his shirt, pulling him closer.

“You told me to find something better,” she whispered.

His nostrils flared.

“You think that little motherfucker outside was better than me?” His voice was low, possessive, dripping with something dark.

She smirked, taunting, pushing, knowing exactly what she was doing.

“I don’t know, Marshall,” she murmured, tilting her head. “You didn’t let me find out.”

His control snapped.

A low growl ripped through his chest, and in one sharp movement, he flipped her onto her stomach, pressing her into the mattress.

Her gasp turned into a moan, hands clenching the sheets as he leaned down, breath hot against her ear.

“You think you’re funny, huh?” His fingers wrapped around her wrists, pinning them above her head.

She swallowed hard. “Maybe.”

Marshall chuckled. Dark. Dangerous.

“You ain’t gonna be laughing when I’m done with you, baby.”

His teeth scraped her shoulder, his free hand gripping her hip, pulling her back against him.

“‘Cause if you really thought someone else could touch you?” His voice turned cruel, wrecked, on the edge of something wild.

“If you really thought you’d be happy with someone who ain’t me?”

His grip tightened.

His teeth bit down on her skin.

Her body shuddered, legs trembling, every nerve alight with need.

Marshall groaned, pressing a hot, open-mouthed kiss to the mark he just left.

“I’m about to remind you exactly who the fuck you belong to.”

And when he did—

She knew.

She was never leaving.

Because she was his.

And he was too selfish to ever let her go.

---

She didn’t know where he ended and she began.

Didn’t care.

Didn’t need to.

Because Marshall was everywhere.

His hands, his mouth, his body pinning her down like he had something to prove.

Like he had everything to take back.

Like he was done letting her believe she had a choice.

His breath was hot against her ear, voice dark, rough, wrecked.

“You still think you can move on?”

Her fingers clenched the sheets, her body tight, trembling, ruined.

His hand wrapped around the back of her neck, keeping her still, keeping her exactly where he wanted her.

“Answer me, baby.”

She gasped, trying to catch her breath, but he wasn’t fucking patient.

His teeth scraped her shoulder, his grip tightening.

“I said—”

She moaned, loud, desperate.

“No—”

His chuckle was dark.

“Damn right, no.”

He let go of her wrists, and her hands immediately reached for him, fingers digging into his arms, needing him closer.

Needing more.

His lips ghosted over her cheek, his voice low, taunting.

“Say it.”

She whimpered, eyes squeezing shut.

“Say. It.”

Her breath caught, body writhing, back arching.

“I—” she gasped.

“I belong to you.”

Marshall groaned, his fingers bruising her hips, his mouth crashing against hers in a kiss that was all tongue, all teeth, all possession.

“That’s right, baby,” he murmured against her lips.

His hand wrapped in her hair, pulling her head back, forcing her to look at him.

“No more fucking games.”

She nodded, breathless, wrecked.

His grin was dark, knowing, victorious.

“No more pretending.”

Another nod.

A moan when his grip tightened.

Marshall’s lips ghosted over hers, voice dropping to a dangerous whisper.

“You’re mine.”

Her whimper was all the answer he needed.

And this time—

She meant it.

---

Marshall hadn’t let go of her all night.

Not when she tried to catch her breath, not when she trembled in his arms, not even when she weakly pushed at his chest—half-hearted, like she just needed to feel the fight one last time.

He didn’t let her.

Didn’t let her go.

Didn’t let her pretend anymore.

Because there was no pretending now. No going back.

She lay half on top of him, his arm locked tight around her waist, her fingers tracing absentminded patterns on his chest.

And she was angry.

Not at him.

Not at herself.

But at this.

At whatever the fuck they were now.

Because it wasn’t fair.

That he could leave her, break her, tell her he couldn’t give her what she wanted—only to lose his mind the second someone else tried to step in.

“You’re an asshole.” Her voice was quiet, scratchy from screaming his name.

Marshall smirked, lazy, satisfied, unbothered.

“Yeah.”

Her jaw clenched. “You don’t get to be mad at me for trying to move on.”

Marshall turned his head, resting his chin on the top of hers, his breath warm against her skin.

“You didn’t wanna move on.”

Her fingers stopped moving.

His hand slid down her back, slow, possessive.

“You just wanted me to stop you.”

She went still.

Because he was right.

Because he knew.

Because they both did.

Her throat tightened. “You left.”

His grip on her waist tightened.

“I fucked up.”

Her heart kicked against her ribs.

But she didn’t let him off that easy.

“You told me to find someone better.”

Marshall snorted. “Ain’t nobody better than me, baby.”

She shoved at his chest, but he just laughed, flipping them so she was pinned under him again.

“You knew I wasn’t gonna let you go.” His hands found her wrists, holding them down.

Her breath caught.

“You knew,” he murmured, brushing his lips against her jaw, against the marks he left.

“That’s why you went on that date.” His mouth drifted lower, slower.

“Why you let him walk you to the door.” A kiss. A bite. A claim.

“Why you let him think—for even a fucking second—that he could put his hands on you.”

Her body shivered.

Marshall smirked against her skin.

“I shoulda made you beg for it.”

She scoffed, breathless. “I don’t beg.”

He chuckled. Dark. Knowing.

“You did tonight.”

Her face burned.

Marshall grinned, dangerous and cocky and completely, infuriatingly right.

His nose brushed against hers, his voice dropping low.

“No more running.”

She swallowed.

His fingers laced with hers, pinning them above her head.

“No more games.”

Her lips parted.

Marshall kissed her.

Slow. Deep.

Like he had all the time in the world.

Like he wasn’t going anywhere.

And for the first time—

She believed him.

[witchy667]

TDLR- My first awakening with my wolf when I was about 9 years old.

(TW for mentions of intense Christianity and some swearing)

So I don’t know when exactly I started feeling so connected to wolves. I partially think that it’s because I’ve always been animalistic/wolfish. So there wasn’t much of a “separation” when I was young cause that’s just who I was if that makes sense. I never thought my behavior to be odd cause I just did it. I had a lack of self control with impulses and instincts as a child. That plus my wolf tendencies and natural chemical imbalance made me seem a bit concerning I guess. I started collecting stuff and making art for wolves starting at age 6. I actually taught myself how to draw because I loved wolves so much. Learned just so I could draw wolves. So by age 9, I had a good collection of wolf affiliated items. I kept them in my windowsill. Had a mask I made by hand, a tail, snowglobes, stuffed animals: you name it. Around the age of 8 to 9 I was also looking into witchcraft to figure out a spell to change me physically into a werewolf. I would memorize different spells so I didn’t even have to read it off the paper while under the moonlight of the full moon at 12 AM. So I could focus fully and send my energy. I tried this multiple times. Being a kid, not knowing that the Internet had history my dad and stepmom found out. They thought that I was possibly possessed and was worshiping the wolves as a false God or idol.

They first forced me so sit down and watch quite a few possessions along with exorcisms after they “found out”. After that semi traumatic experience they forced me to get rid of all of my wolf stuff. Legit sold everything then made me physically destroy and rip up my art. I remember vividly ripping up a mask I worked on for months that got me attention in an art show. I was bawling and so angry but I’d rather me destroy it than them. I still regret that to this day, but what choice did I have? After that my dad and step mom no longer allowed me to behave “wolfish”. No more walking on my tiptoes, no more wearing a tail, no more rough housing, no more running on all fours in any regard, no more wolf books, somehow I was blessed they didn’t take my forest privileges away completely. They deadass even took my door OFF its hinges. For like a year straight. 🥲🙏 So it’s started being a huge fight to be my full self. But I never gave up regardless of their restrictions.

(Now to the awakening, lol. Sorry it’s so long, context was just needed to understand fully this next part)

One day my dad and step mom when on an out of town trip for a few days. (I was 9 at this time) So they hired our baby sitter Jenna to watch us. She decided to take us to the zoo to do something fun. (This was in upstate NY so it was a big zoo with lots of people, NOT NYC though!! lol) We got to the zoo and walked around for a while, obviously I only cared about the wolves. But I think Jenna knew that so she wanted to look at the wolves last. We make it through a majority of the zoo and I see the wolf cage. I’m immediately excited, I noticed right away as we were approaching that there was hella people and kids around the cage howling to get the wolves attention and to come close. I also noticed the wolves on the side of their enclosure eating, I don’t remember what it was expect it being red meat. So I knew that the wolves didn’t care as they were being fed the one or two times they could be in the day. Lastly, I somehow knew in my soul; in my bones; that if I stepped up to the cage it wouldn’t matter. They would come.

Then the world kind of drowned out. I didn’t really comprehend or see all the humans around me or even notice/care about my babysitter or brother’s presence. It was like I moved without thinking and just did what my instincts told me without thinking about it as I do it. I walked up to the cage and tilted my head back and just howled with my whole being. I shit you not both wolves stop eating and came over and sat right in front of me and stared at me. I opened my eyes and see them and I almost started crying. I noticed all of the strangers staring at me in disbelief along with my brother and Jenna. I felt in that moment that I am a wolf and no matter what they take from me they can never take me from me. They can never take the wolf away because I am a wolf.

So when my parents came back from their trip and my babysitter told them about the experience, it was so validating because after everything that they tried to do to break the connection it still didn’t work. And it just helped me know that no one can take it away. And it was the biggest fuck you and the wolves are with me. And I’ll cherish that memory forever.

Sorry for the super long wall of text I just really wanted to express this here because I thought it could potentially be relatable in some aspects. Along with this is definitely a part of my wolf journey.

[betterbemeta]

I like the cockroach spirit of posts going around to encourage queer community in the USA during this current time. I think that's valuable.

Where some of them are losing me though is 'do you know how to DIY HRT'? Which is definitely a valuable knowledge to have! You should know all that is possible regardless of what choices you make. But I think we need to have a chat about illegalism. okay.

Illegalism is: "illegal actions, seen through a lens of praxis, ideology, systemic activity."

When you tell someone that they should/must be prepared to break the law for their safety, security, survival, or even just because it's a stupid law, illegalism has entered the discussion.

in the USA, Testosterone is classified as a Schedule-III controlled substance. The penalty for illegal possession and use is not as high as Schedule I or II. But we should still understand what its status means, beyond the concept of 'magnitude of punitive consequences' when we talk about it. Illegalism can help us do that.

Public understanding of illegality is pretty much dog shit where I live, starting in early childhood. We typically are taught early that it's bad to break the law, without a need to know what any laws actually are in detail. Or how they're enforced aside from 'by the police,' or the level of knowledge enforcers have, what the objectives of said laws are, and if you had any say in the process. The idea of 'criminals' is hazy at best, like, 'bogeymen.' Religion definitely pollutes this, like 'a criminal' is a Bad Person, Unlawful, Sinner, Punishable, etc.

But this means many people think of 'crimes' in very limited ways, or don't update this knowledge over time. I think it would be fair to say that it's common to think, 'when it's hard to compete, some people cheat.' It's very popular to believe that it's 'easier' to do illegal, dishonest, illegitimate actions as if these are all the same concept. They aren't.

But that narrative seems to 'make sense' as its commonly applied to a doping scandal. That person couldn't win a sports competition fairly. So they took testosterone, or a steroid. That's easier than 'competing fairly,' isn't it?

No! It's way more expensive, riskier to get and use a prohibited substance than to not do that.

In reality, illegal actions are harder than legal ones. This has nothing to do with whether this is a moral or immoral action, enforcement of the law is only about making some actions harder to accomplish than others.

This is not always enforced by the cop form of violence, the prison form of violence. Sometimes it's enforced by the fine form of violence. Or the 'fee' form-- others are 'allowed' to capitalize on the barrier to access. Scarcity can do the job with years-long waiting lists or every warehouse out of stock of something you're technically allowed to obtain. Inconvenience can be enforcement too: requiring so much time or effort that it's easier to quit than to complete the process... if it even has an end.

Some things are hard to 'successfully' prohibit even by all of these means. The consequences may be enormous and brutal if the police raid your 1950s gay scene, but it costs people very little money, frustration, time to 'go to the same place as other people in your local area.' This is because many non-illegal activities require 'walking around', 'meeting people'-- laws against 'crossdressing' or 'soliciting' are often written to select 'the criminals' out of a bunch of people doing ordinary things.

But can you tell me your plan to DIY some Adderall? Do you know how to make Adderall? Do you know a drug dealer? Can you pay the price they set? Can you protect yourself from that person's level of risk as well as manage your own? Are you capable of giving informed consent about the Adderall you obtain-- if it's just some cornstarch in a pill jacket, do you have a way to test that?

If you answered yes to these things, you probably have more resources than some people who will hear 'just DIY it.' Yes, that includes 'do you know a drug dealer.' Drug dealers aren't 'those things poor people know.' And someone who currently pays nothing for their medication via a govt. program, and loses access to that program, is not going to be helped by The Ability To Buy Weed In The State of Georgia.

So we can now understand that unlike walking, meeting people, 'obtaining restricted substances' is an extremely specific behavior that authorities assume no 'normal' people need to do. Even crossdressing in the 1950s, dresses had to be available for women so the sale of dresses, creation of them couldn't be regulated. Laws are enforced at the stage that 'selects the criminal'-- if that enforcement is absolute, you may not be able to break a specific law at all even if you wanted to. DIY me some Plutonium-239.

But what difference does it make if Adderall, HRT, become simply so difficult to access that they might as well be weapons-grade plutonium even to people who legally could obtain them? That's already true for some people, and if conditions continue to deteriorate could apply to more people. How do you 'DIY' your way out of that? (Hint: it may require...)

"Be prepared to break the laws you can break," is a less attractive statement, isn't it?

It's necessary. But it also admits that some of us may not be able to successfully resist oppression even by illegal means. Or at least not completely, or in all ways. Some of us could just be stuck experiencing the material consequences of losing human rights. The scope of illegal actions some will be capable of will be like, shoplifting laundry detergent. violating a lease, working extra unreported jobs, squatting. Rioting. While not being on T.