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just had the crazy thought in the middle of trader joesđ«Ł bf!ino begging reader to let sukuna fuck her infront of himđ”âđ« i just know sukuna would agree to the idea so fastđ
but anyways i hope you're doing alrightâ€ïž
as soon as I read this request I went feral btw I haven't written anything this quickly in a while KGHJFLSGHSKA thank you so much for this nonnie I hope u enjoy and I hope ur doing well đ
warnings: 18+ MDNI, fem!reader, dubcon, weed consumption, alcohol consumption, pet names (princess, sweetheart, baby, etc.), cucking, cuck!ino, coercion, dry humping, male masturbation, daddy!kink, oral m+f receiving, head pushing, fingering, calls your pussy 'she', overstimulation, vaginal sex, hair pulling, creampie, squirting.
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Heâs waiting.
Heâs been waiting since he got to your apartment.
You and Takuma have never been coy around each other, no matter whoâs around. What was meant to be a chill movie night with a few drinks and some weed has really just been you and him making out on the couch, dizzied by the alcohol and drugs coursing through your system.
And still, Sukuna has been waiting.
Waiting for his friend to ask what heâs been waiting to ask.
âI love youâŠâ you whisper, or at least you think you do. Itâs louder than intended. What was meant to be breathy love language reserved solely for your partner has garnered Sukunaâs attention, too.
And rather than your boyfriend returning your words. He looks at you, no, through you. His pink haired friend looks at him coldly out of the corner of his eye.
Waiting.
Youâre bold, though. When he doesnât speak right away, you grab his face and pinch his cheeks until his lips are puckering. His warm brown eyes gaze down at you, his concentration fully broken from Sukuna, now.
âI said: I love you, Takuma.â you repeat.
âBabyâŠâ he grins and bites his lip before kissing you softly. âYou know I love you too.â he assures you, his head lowering to kiss along your jawline. You canât repress the gentle moan you emit as you feel his hand travel up your baggy t-shirt and hold your side just below your breast, his thumb stroking across your ribs.
âHow much?â you wonder, eyes heavy and bloodshot as you wait for a response. He looks at you again, a little puzzled that youâd even ask.
âHow much?â he quirks his brow. âHow much do you love me, baby? Tell me⊠Wanna hear ya,â he smirks.
âMore than anything⊠Iâd do anything for you, Takuma. I love you sâmuch.â you say slowly, pridefully. Adoration interspersed with your casual tone makes his cock throb. His eyes are full as he hears you tell him with ease how much you love him.
Before he can say anything, though, Inoâs eyes stray at the sound of his friend stirring in his spot on the couch. Heâs hunched over, lighter in one hand and spliff in the other. He lights it, almost too quickly, and heâs soon leaning back again. His red eyes stare daggers at Ino, his expression is unreadable, but Ino knows the intent behind his glare.
He's waiting, but heâs losing patience.
âMaybe we should go to bed early.â you hint to your boyfriend, wiggling your eyebrows at him in hopes heâll understand your meaning.
He does.
But instead of looking excited, or interested, he looks between you and your friend. Sukuna exhales a hearty plume of smoke into the air, resting the crown of his head back onto the couch as he stares at the ceiling. The movie is of no interest to any of you, now. You want some alone time with Takuma, and Sukuna is considering leaving.
âW-Wait,â he mutters, cupping your face with both hands and searching your loving gaze. âAnything, really? You mean it?â
â⊠Well⊠yeah. I- I guess, yeah. Is something wrong?â you wonder, worry and paranoia flooding through you before you know it. You can feel your heart beginning to beat faster, until his thumbs gently rub against your cheeks. Youâre instantly soothed, and further relaxed when you feel a gentle press of your boyfriendâs lips against your own.
âNo, baby, nothinâ. Youâre perfect. Youâre always so perfect fâmeâŠâ he says, kindly, and you canât stop the cheesy grin that works its way across your face when you hear him. You lean in to kiss him again, but he pulls away suddenly. âThereâs⊠something⊠I wanna do. Well, I wanna try.â he explains.
You sit up a little as you look at him, curiosity filling you. You briefly look at Sukuna, almost forgetting he's there until you hear him toss his lighter onto the coffee table.
âIf you wanna fuck tonight. Maybe we can try it nowâŠâ he starts, sheepishly. His words become dry in his throat and lost in the atmosphere. Youâre a little embarrassed that heâs proposing something about your sex life in front of your mutual friend, but you try and ignore his presence. Youâre all high, it doesnât really matter.
âWhat is it, baby?â you whisper. You close the distance between the two of you, kissing his cheek repeatedly as you wrap your arms around his neck. Itâs a passionate bid to give him the confidence he needs to tell you whatâs on his mind.
Thereâs no delicate way for him to ask you what he wants to ask. Itâs so perverse, so lewd and debauched. He feels guilty for even thinking it. But itâs rotting his brain.
He keeps breathing, his words dissipating on his tongue as he finds and loses the ability to say whatâs heâs dying to say.
âCâmon, baby⊠you can tell me.â you smile. You start to get nervous again as you can tell heâs wrestling with his thoughts. You have no idea what he could be thinking. Itâs a worry, though, thinking your boyfriend has some depraved kink heâs about to spill in front of you as well as his friend.
Why is he doing this now?
âI um⊠fuck. Iâ babe, I just. I think it would be⊠f-fun. UhhhhâŠâ
âAsk her already.â a dark growl reverberates through your body as youâre once again reminded you arenât alone. Sukuna stands to his feet, bending down to stub out his joint before he moves behind you. You gasp as you feel his fingers on your jaw forcing your head in place as he keeps your eyes on Takumaâs. âLook at your girl and ask her your dirty favour, pussy.â
Ino gulps, eyes flitting between yours and his. And still, even now, he canât bring himself to ask. Sukuna gives him time. Plenty of time, before ultimately scoffing. You whimper a little as your head jerks to face him. His hand squeezes your face, not to dissimilarly to what you had done to Takuma moments prior. Your lips puckering as he levels his face with your own.
âHe has a weird fetish, princess. He wants to see another man fuck the love of his life. Ainât that strange?â he smirks, darkly.
You think youâve misheard him. He lets go of your face and you snap your gaze to see Ino. Heâs blushing furiously and has seemingly lost the ability to speak. He can barely even look at you. And that is enough proof, but still.
âReally?â you ask, you try your best to stay calm. Itâs a little stern, but casual enough to not seem like a big deal.
â⊠Y-Yeah. AGH!â he yells as your hand slaps across his face, leaving a stinging sensation in its wake. He looks at you, he seemed ready to yell at you until he sees tears welling in your eyes. âB-Baby? Donât⊠Donât hate me, please. Iââ
âYouâ did you invite him here tonight for this? You told him before me⊠Howââ
âWait, wait. It wasnât like that!â he stops you. âWe were just, ugh, what was it? Oh, porn! We were talking about different categories and I said Iâd been watching some, yâknow, cuck shit. Sâdumb, Iâm so sorry. But I just watched it because I was curious and then I started thinking about it everyday and I thought about us trying it ân I just said all that shit to him when I was stoned.â
âSo?â you respond. âYou invited him over ân got me drunk and high ân thought Iâd just say yes?!â
âNo. Well⊠maybe⊠a littleâŠâ he says, voice trailing off as he thinks about the whole thing a little further. âShit, I was scared to ask. Because itâs fucking weird and I know itâs weird. I feel like a fucking freak for this, baby. What kinda guy wants to see another dude fuck his girl? Itâs weird.â
You donât speak again for a while, letting him simmer in what heâs saying. Itâs not that you are outwardly against it, but youâre not intoxicated enough to ignore how wrongly he went about this. And itâs hard to ignore Sukunaâs looming figure beside you, heâs so intimidating without even trying.
â⊠Please donât hate me.â he mumbles as he stares down at his feet. âItâs been driving me crazy, yâknow. Thinking about how hot youâd look like that.â
âItâs your decision.â Sukuna says, dropping to the balls of his feet to look at you again. âItâs just sex, sweetheart. I can make you feel good, ân youâll make me feel good. And I think itâll make that perverted boyfriend of yours feel good, too.â
You look into his eyes as he speaks. Itâs not like youâve never thought of it before. Heâs a giant, heâs huge and he has the aura of a man who knows how to fuck. You arenât dissatisfied in your sex life with Takuma in the least. But everyone has fantasies, right? Everyone has thoughts on what they might be missing out on.
âB-Baby? Please. Just once, I just wanna try it once.â Takuma tells you. Itâs a little pathetic how desperate he sounds. And for some twisted reason, it turns you on. How heâs begging to see you receive pleasure at the hands of another man.
Youâve somehow managed to romanticise this depravity. Because now, you feel good about this. Whether intentional or not, Takuma Ino has made you feel like a goddess.
And so, dumbly, you find yourself nodding. His eyes light up, confusion, elation, and unadulterated lust flows through him. Youâre caught off guard as Sukuna cups your face with one hand, capturing your lips in a searing kiss before grabbing under the bend of your knee and letting it roam up the back of your thigh.
âN-Now?!â you ask in a panic, breaking the kiss before he returns it once more.
âYes. Now.â Sukuna tells you, lifting you up and wrapping your legs around his waist as he carries you to the couch he had been sitting on. Youâre straddling him, rolling your hips unashamedly as he smirks into your kiss. âYouâre soaked, princess.â he says. Itâs quiet, but loud enough for Ino to hear.
He palms himself over his sweats as he watches you both, a sultry moan leaves you as you feel rough hands squeeze the fat of your tits over your t-shirt. He tugs at your nipple, licking into your mouth as he pulls away.
âSuck daddyâs cock, baby. Heard youâre a pro.â he grins.
You shuffle off of his lap and between his legs. He goes to undo his belt before you beat him to sit. He interlocks his fingers behind his head as he watches you. He swears if he had blinked he would have missed how quickly you freed his length. Your eyes bulge as it springs out from itâs denim prison and you pull down his jeans and underwear in tandem.
He doesnât give you any time to marvel at his gargantuan size before heâs lacing his fingers through your hair and guiding his cock to your lips. Heâs massive, you feel it as each agonising inch sinks into your mouth and nudges at the back of your throat.
He moans boisterously as you struggle to accommodate him, head rolling back as he looks up at the ceiling above. He chuckles, pushing your head again and again to set a pace for himself, barely considering your lung capacity or pleasure in the least.
His eyes are heavy, lust drunk and purposeful as he looks down at you. Your own are watery and pathetic. Youâre overwhelmed and yet you canât help but chase a desperate desire to please him. You want to impress him, you want him to feel good.
Youâre both reminded of your actual boyfriendâs presence when he moans pathetically. Your teeth graze Sukunaâs cock and he hisses at the sensation.
âFocus on me.â he tells you, voice gravelly and intimidating before his eyes move to look at Ino. âAre you really getting off on this? Fucking pervert. Your girlfriendâs choking on my cock and you look like youâre gonna blow your load. Yâthink thatâs normal?â
âS-Shut up.â he moans softly, the all too familiar sound of sticky, aroused skin fapping fills the room.
You feel your cunt grow wetter by the second. The intense knowledge of everything going on in the room is sending your self esteem into overdrive. Youâre doing it for Takuma. And you want to make Sukuna proud.
âHereâŠâ Sukuna grabs his phone. You panic as you see him point it down at you, unwillingly to let him keep video evidence of this twisted transgression. He holds your head down with ease with his free hand, and itâs all you can do to focus on breathing through your nose. You begin to calm as you feel another phone ring behind you. âAnswer.â Sukuna instructs.
Ino scrambles to answer the incoming call, moaning further when he sees the perfect first person view of your mouth stuffed full of his best friendâs dick.
âGive him a show baby, he likes it.â Sukuna growls, cupping the crown of your head as he allows you to bob your head at your own pace. âYou really are a good little cocksucker. Might have to keep you. Doesnât she look pretty, Ino?â
âS-So pretty, baby. Fuck, look at yaâŠâ he breathes, slowing down on his own pleasure so he doesnât cum too fast.
âLook at her squirming, think sheâs enjoying all the attention. Is your little pussy dripping âcause youâre our pretty star tonight?â he smirks. And at that, you nod. You canât help yourself. Despite you being the one to please him, youâre completely at his mercy. âMmm, think I wanna see for myself.â he tells you, yanking you away from his length by your roots.
You gasp, breathless with an aching jaw as you get used to your mouth being your own again. He coos at you, red eyes softening as he admires your drool soaked face.
âLook at what Iâve done to your girl.â Sukuna says as he manhandles you.
He picks you up and turns you so that youâre able to make eye contact with your boyfriend. Ino looks up from his phone so he can observe you with his own eyes. Your eye makeup has streaked beautifully down your cheeks. Your lips are swollen and dampened with slick drool and precum. He has to stop touching himself completely when he looks into your shimmering eyes. Theyâre filled with water and emotion, the sight of you is better than he ever imagined.
âSay thank you, sweetheart.â Sukuna commands and he firmly grips your jaw. âGotta say thank you to your boyfriend for letting you have the time of your life with me.â
âT-Thank you, Takuma⊠thank you.â
âAw⊠youâre both a little pathetic, hm? But thatâs okay.â Sukuna snarls as he picks you up again, tossing you onto the couch like youâre nothing. Youâre a weightless object for him to do with as he pleases. âLet me see you, princess. I want a taste.â he explains. Soon enough, your panties and shorts disappear from your body and heâs face to face with your bare cunt.
He grabs your hand, forcefully shoving his phone into it so you can show your boyfriend what heâs doing.
Itâs humiliating.
Your whole body runs hot as he loops his arms around your thighs and buries his face between your legs. A powerful moan rips through you as he gently pulls up the hood of your clit and targets it with a darted tongue.
Tears spill over your eyes as you try to close your legs, much to his dismay, and he pries them apart with ease. He doesnât let up, your whole body trembling uncontrollably as he continues his assault.
You hold the phone with one hand as the other cards through his pretty pink locks. And at that, he moans. The timbre of his voice vibrates against your skin.
âB-Baby?â Ino speaks, quietly, âFeel good?â
âFucking. Amazing.â you announce, unashamedly. Your toes curl as you feel two thick fingers delve into your hot cunt. Itâs too much. You feel like you might burst as his fingers curl and you try desperately to escape the onslaught. But one muscular bicep around your thigh is more than enough to keep you exactly where he wants you.
âYouâre staying right here, sweetheart.â he tells you casually before looking up at you. âYou wonât cum if you run away from me.â
âHnnnng, fuck.â you respond, embarrassingly. All semblance of thought leaves you in the form of slippery slick pooling out of your cunt as he finger fucks you relentlessly. He smirks as he watches, slurping up your juices with obscene satisfaction.
âPretty little pussy, sheâs flutterinâ for me. Just cum for daddy, know you wanna.â he grins.
Youâre barely able to think as he immediately swipes his tongue over your throbbing clit. His fingers work in tandem to hammer against your g-spot before you begin to squirm uncontrollably.
âFu- nngh! D-Daddy! Haah~!â you cry out repeatedly, chanting a slew of daddyâs before you feel your body start to crumble and fall slack. You pant heavily, the phone you were holding a distant memory as the only thing on Inoâs screen is a shot of the ceiling.
Heâs holding back, again. Ogling your body as he sees sweat droplets beading on your skin. Your entire body is relaxed, calm. Youâre wholly spent and satisfied for the evening, you do nought but watch Sukuna repeatedly pepper kisses on your inner thighs.
âYou look happy,â he tells you as he looks up.
âYouâre⊠youâre good at thatâŠâ you say, finally feeling shame wash over you as you realise you just came on your boyfriendâs best friendâs face. âThat wasââ
âWas? Didnât say weâre done, baby.â he cuts you off. Before you can ask what he means, heâs pulling you onto the ground with him by your wrist. âI didnât get to cum yet, did you really think we were through here?â
âS-Shit, sorry!â you gasp, utterly powerless as he bends you over the coffee table. Even if your body wasnât so relaxed, youâd still be a ragdoll to him.
âHe needs to see your face while I ruin this beautiful cunt.â he smirks, parting your legs with his muscular thigh. He tuts as he observes your form, grabbing a fistful of your hair. âWhat is this, baby? I know no one else has made you cum that hard but you need to look pretty when you have an audience.â he explains.
He pulls your hair aggressively until your back is in a beautiful arch. Your fingers grip desperately onto the sides of the coffee table, your tits squashed against the cool glass breaks your body temperature as youâre unsure of whether youâre freezing cold or boiling hot.
Your body soon flushes again as you feel Sukuna guide his heavy tip to your entrance. He teases your hole repeatedly, the sticky tacking sound is the only thing that can be heard; alongside Inoâs self-pleasure.
He grunts as he slams into you with a powerful thrust. Your eyes cross and you feel as though you could pass out from the pressure brewing in your core.
âFuuuuuuck, tiny princess cuntâs a tight liâl hugger.â he tells you before holding onto your hips with a bruising grip. Your ass and thighs ripple with each brutal deliverance from his desperate humping.
This, now, isnât for you. If you feel pleasure, that is a bonus. You feel it in the way he savagely pounds into your wet walls, you are his toy that is designed to make him cum.
âYou look so pretty, babe. D-Does it feel good? Yâlook so fucked out.â Ino smirks, biting his lip as his fist becomes a blur. âCan youâ describe it for me, baby.â he requests.
âUnfff, f-fuck. Heâsâ I feelâ himâ here.â you tell him before pointing to your throat. He lets out a guttural moan at that, and if your mind wasnât already so hazy, youâd be amazed that he was truly getting off on this.
âGlad heâs making you feel sâgood, babe. Knew he wouldâŠâ he trails off. âAre you gonna let him fill you up?â he asks, face dropping a little as he hears a scoff from Sukuna.
âTch. Sick bastard.â he says in response. He bends over, his sweat coated skin presses into your back and he continues to desperately hump into you like a primal animal. He moves your hair aside as he sensually bites and kisses your earlobe. You could just about cum when you feel him lick the skin behind your ear, tangled with an amalgamation of eager, determined moans. âHe wants me to breed you like an animal. Would ya like that, princess? Can daddy fill your precious little pussy up?â
You nod, quickly. Your vision blurry as you think you might be genuinely about to pass out from the pleasure. Youâre utterly blinded by it. The feeling of his cock bullying itself into you and repeatedly kissing your sweet spot is like no other feeling youâve experienced before.
And still, even in your cock drunk mind, you canât help but wonder how youâll ever be able to live without feeling him inside of you again.
He pulls your body up with his own, wrapping his hand around your throat and squeezing just enough to keep you barely conscious. Youâre pointlessly grabbing for anything to grab onto, but thereâs nothing. His free hand rubs your clit vigorously, and you know youâre soon to be a goner.
âThatâs it, good girl. Good fucking girl, milk daddyâs cock jusâ like that. Juuusâ like that. So tight fâme, mmmpf, so fucking tight for me. Perfect pussyâs not gonna let me go. Gonna cum with me, yeah? Come on, cum on daddyâs cock, make a big mess. Umpf, fuck, fuck, FUCK!â
He practically roars, feeling not an ounce of shame as he fucks his thick, heavy load into you. Youâre no better, though, whining pathetically as a waterfall gushes from between your legs for the first time in your life. It arouses Ino more than anything ever has in his entire life, so at that, he finally letâs go. Coating his hand in shimmering white globs as he watches Sukuna forcefully make out with you through your high.
Sukuna pulls you back with him as he sits on the couch with you on his lap, pulling out of your hot, sullied cunt as the mixture of clear liquid and pearlescent sperm drips from your throbbing hole. He slaps his cock against your clit, your entire body jolting with each repeated smack.
âDid youâ fuck, baby, that was perfect⊠Did you have fun?â Ino asks, almost breathlessly as he wipes the mess from his hand on his sweatpants.
Sukuna looks up at your near lifeless body, you donât even have the energy to look at either of them let alone speak. He smirks, at that, before turning his attention to Ino.
âDonât think sheâs ever been fucked so good in her life,â Sukuna grins. âI donât think youâre gonna have a girlfriend for much longer.â
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The Ontario government's proposal to close supervised drug consumption sites(opens in a new tab) may affect more facilities than initially expected, hitting programs that attend to thousands of potentially deadly overdoses a year, as lawyers doubt whether the move is constitutional.
A review by CTV News Toronto of federal government data shows that the sites slated to close because they are within 200 metres of a school or daycare help, on average, more than three people survive overdoses each day in Toronto and almost six a day across Ontario â a good first estimate of the number of people who may die without these programs, experts say.
"As a public health researcher, I feel quite confident in saying that if we cut supervised injection sites and supervised consumption sites in the province of Ontario, there will be increases in fatal overdose rates because we know from the research just how much these services have an impact and how much they do save lives," assistant professor Gillian Kolla said in an interview.
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Five supervised drug consumption sites are slated to close in Toronto after the provincial government announced a ban on such facilities near schools and child-care centres â a move that some harm-reduction experts are slamming as a "deadly mistake."
Health Minister Sylvia Jones made the announcement Tuesday at the Association of Municipalities of Ontario (AMO) conference in Ottawa.
"In Toronto, there's been numerous stories of altercations, stabbings, shootings and even a homicide in the vicinity of these sites," Jones said at the conference.
"Our first priority must always be protecting our communities, especially when it comes to some of our most innocent and vulnerable â our children."
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Make no mistake, people will die as a result of this decision. The claim to be "protecting children" is being used yet again to excuse putting the lives of marginalized people at risk.
If the government really cared about not having people consume substances in front of children, they would support supervised consumption sites! By giving people a place to consume drugs safely, you give people an alternative to using drugs on the streets (where, incidentally, children often are)! And what about the children whose loved ones experience addiction? The children whose family members might OD without these resources?
But as usual, they're lying when they say it's about protecting children. It's not about that. It never is.
This is actually about not valuing the lives and safety of people who experience addiction. This is about thinking that it's a waste of money and resources to keep people who use drugs safe, doing a cost benefit analysis with people's lives on the line. This about deciding that an entire group of people are expendable for no other reason than that they use drugs. Pretending that if we remove support and resources for them, all these people will simply go away.
I'm so sick of the "protecting children" line being brought out whenever people need an excuse to be cruel. More often than not, the actions being described as a way to defend children actually cause them harm.
It's not protecting children to deny the existence of trans people. It's not protecting children to deny them sex ed. It's not protecting children to remove a source of safety for people who use drugs.
You can't protect children by sacrificing the safety and well-being of marginalized people.
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{Soap makes a smoothie but is wary of of how it looked, so he looks around the common room for someone to test it for him, and sees Ghost.]
Soap: Hey, LT! wanna have a taste of this Chocolate smoothie? I got the powder mix from a café in town.
Ghost, looks a the smoothie, he grimaces it looked like vomit: No.
Soap: *Makes chicken noises*
Ghost: Quit it!
(Soap keeps clucking)
Ghost, fed up: Fine! Iâll drink it!
[Ghost winces as he pulls his mask up a bit and brings the smoothie to his mouth and downs it.]
Soap: Well? Is it good?
Ghost, holding his stomach: It taste like...burning.
Soap: Oh shite, did I buy a laxative one?
[Ghost starts sweating looks at the common roomâs couch, he sees Vent the cat napping there, Simon starts hallucinating the catâs fur to peeling off itâs body; turning it into some kind of hell beast! Ghostâs eye twitches as he gets up and runs out of the base. Two hours later R/n arrives with Ghost who is almost completely nude, save for his mask and a blanket tied around his waist.]
R/n, to Price, sheâs exhausted from chasing Ghost around: I found him swimming naked in my neighbors duck pond.
Ghost, throws his arms in the air: I AM THE LIZARD KING!~
{Later the 1-4-1 learned the cafĂ©, Soap got the Smoothie mix from was known for adding "magic mushrooms.â to their Smoothies, but only if the customerâs knew their password for it, Soap mustâve said the password not realizing it was a password and got the âmagicâ mix, instead of whatever he was originally ordering,]
{What happened later.]Â Â Â [part 2]
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ËÊâĄÉË an otrtbs submission for the @sillylovesongsfest ËÊâĄÉË
prompt: pierre by ryn weaver
jarty croucher | t | 4.1k | slightly sexual themes and recreational drug use
Barty rolls over and groans at the sun-soaked tent he finds himself in. Itâs sweltering hot and the thin cotton top sheet of the makeshift bed clings to his sticky skin. The tent is too bright and it smells sour with stale tobacco and weed.
It would be enough to make Barty vomit if there was anything left in his stomach.
Thereâs sand everywhere.
âItâs so fucking humid in here,â he groans, as his brain pounds against his skull. âI canât breathe.â
A voice in the bed next to him makes him jump.
âIt rained last night, remember?â
Barty turns to see a head of nearly white curly hair fanning out over the blue tarp next to him. A girl, no, the girl from last night laying on her stomach, still half-asleep.
âFucking torrential.â
Barty didnât remember. Not really.
The night before was coming back to him in bits and pieces. Alcohol-soaked frames of cognizance.
He remembers fighting with James again. Screaming so loud that his voice was hoarse and his throat was scratchy. This time was the last time. Never come back here again. He remembers hearing about some giant rager in the desert. Something about celebrating the blood moon. There were caravans of people and bonfires and music by the time Barty showed up.
He remembers not knowing anyone there. Heard from a friend of a friend. He was a drifter. A party crasher. None of that mattered once he was there though. A group of people pulled him in like theyâve known him his entire life, and soon enough he had a cup of something that burned his throat in his hand and a girl dragging him closer to the fire.
He remembers the brutal sun casting heat waves so violent that everything seemed to shimmer and dance slightly around him. Pockets of sun-induced water appeared just beyond the sand dunes and disappeared by the time Barty walked over to them.
He drank until the sun went down, he took everything offered to him. He sweats out all of the vodka in his system just to down more in a steady stream. He barely recalls the red moon rising high above him, ruddy and ominous.
When the desert got cold, thatâs when the real party started.
Some manâs hand around his throat, some girlâs tongue in his mouth. Everything pulsating and dully muted around him. Bodies pressing up against his, hands through his hair, a settling chill to cool the sticky heat.
The girl pulls away. Stark white hair like an angel in the desert. Billowy white clothes like a ghost.
And Barty wants to be haunted.
Sand slipping through his hands. She weaves in and out of the crowd once she decides sheâs done with him, but he follows as closely as he can.
Eventually, she stops and turns around again, the shadows from the fire flicker on her face.
âI have something to help with dullness,â she shouts over the noise, the people, the music, the blood rushing in his head.
âWhat?â He hadnât realized heâd said that part out loud.
She sticks out her tongue so Barty can see a little white tab with a smiley face on it. It has three eyes, and one of them winks at him.
He puts his mouth on hers in grateful acceptance and the tab finds its way under his tongue.
âWho are you?â Barty asks, voice reverent as he eyes the tattoo on her shoulder. Little horns inked into her skin. âAn angel?â
She laughs as she pulls him closer. Her nails are sharp like claws and for a second Barty thinks she might rip him apart. Feels like heâs been caught. Her teeth sharp and glinting at the sight of his throat.
âMaybe Iâm the devil.â
Thatâs where his memory ends. For the most part.
He holds a hand up to his sore lip and winces. Runs his tongue over it and tastes the dried blood.
âFuck,â he groans.
The girl sits up and as soon as Barty sees her pale green eyes blinking back at him he smiles.
âPandora.â
âHm. So you do remember.â
âVaguely,â Barty croaks through chapped lips. âI canât believe I slept in a tent in the desert on the floor.â
âCouldâve fooled me. You look like you do this all the time. No offense.â
âNone taken,â Barty sighs, as he examines his stinging palm to see a raw and, now dried, bloody cut spanning the lifeline on his skin. âWhat the fuck?â
âIt was the sacrifice to the moon,â Pandora supplies breezily as Barty moves to stand up.
âRight, whatever that fucking means,â Barty brushes her off.
Maybe he should be more concerned about the whole ordeal, but he wasnât. It was actuallyâŠfun. A good release of energy.
He wouldâve hated it.
He wouldâve insisted that Barty stay the night at his place instead. Entertain him with something less risky. Something more self-serving.
Barty shakes his head to clear his thoughts. At least last night he hadnât thought of him at all. Now, the harsh light of the morning was screwing things up again.
Pandora helps him search the sand and surrounding tents for his keys and his wallet, and some various other items before she points him in the right direction and Barty makes the trek back up the road to his car.
She tells him thereâs another party next month. He tells her heâll think about it.
The drive back is quiet. Barty doesnât turn on the radio, itâll only aggravate his already pounding head.
Instead, he thinks.
What would he think if Barty told him what he did?
Told him he held out his bleeding palm to the fire and listened as the blood sizzled on the rocks and wood beneath it. Told him he danced in the desert in the pouring rain and slept in a sandy tent as the alcohol coursed through his system. Told him he stayed out all night, not bothering to call home. Not bothering to tell a single other person where he was.
Heâd be appalled. Heâd probably sigh in disappointment, or better yet, heâd yell when Barty finally bothered to answer his call the next week.
Itâs not Bartyâs fault that James liked him because he was rough around the edges. Too sharp to hold onto without bleeding. Too impulsive to see a long-term future with. Too mean to have breakfast with the next morning.
Itâs why it was fun. Something with an expiration date. Manufactured good times in a bottleâ consequence-free-fucking.
But then it got confusing.
Barty wishes he would call. But heâs thankful he doesnât.
A few weeks later, Barty finds himself at the front row of some dive bar-turned-concert-venue sipping a warm and flat beer. The place is crowded and loud, and the air is warm with the stench of alcohol and weed. Heâs pretty sure someone in the back is giving out makeshift tattoos for five dollars. Heâs pretty sure heâs gonna take the guy up on the offer after the show.
Some girl, in a poor attempt to dance, knocks into him and sends his beer sloshing over the side of his cup and onto the floor.
He doesnât really mind though. Because itâs that occurrence that causes the bass player to look at him. Really look at him as he sways along to the music, and nods his head to the beat.
Barty gives a small smirk and raises his plastic cup in response and the bass player smirks back at him. A challenge. A dare. One that Barty knows well.
Barty watches him all night. Dark, muscled arms strumming along, plucking the strings. Heâs so close Barty can see his short paint chipped fingernails and calloused hands. His hair bleached almost white, falls in twists that he shakes every once in a while as they fall in front of his eyes. His lips mouth the words to the song the frontman is singing. His body moves to the beat of the drummer, and his eyes shine like heâs doing it all for Barty. And maybe itâs the alcohol, or maybe itâs because Barty has always been Barty, but as the night progresses he starts to actually believe it is all for him.
When the set is over, Barty follows the bassist out back into the cooling night.
âYou played really well up there,â he called after the man, causing him to turn around.
âOh yeah?â The man smirked.
âYeah. Iâm Barty.â
âEvan.â
âWatched you all night.â
And thatâs all it took really before Evan had him pressed up against some cold stone brick wall in a back alleyway.
Barty spends the better part of two months with Evan. They travel to different venues in the surrounding towns. They sleep all day and stay out all night as Evan plays his shows. Evan teaches him how to steal from unsuspecting store clerks. Barty shows him how to pick any lock. He lets Evan trace the scar on his palm over and over again. Theyâre high for most of it. Barty pierces Evanâs septum. Evan pierces his eyebrow. He travels with the band and plays the part of groupie dutifully.
It was much longer than his one-night desert excursion with Pandora, but soon enough the inevitable happened. He gets bored. Evanâs time was up and those soft, disappointed brown eyes flooded his mind once more.
Evanâs hands were calloused but not as rough. He was telling a joke but didnât laugh the same. He didnât bite to draw blood. He didnât press to bruise.
Fuck.
Barty left with little trace. Just a text message telling Evan to text him the next time he was in town playing a show. Evan liked it but otherwise didnât say a word.
And that was that.
Maybe this was just his way. Maybe he would be perpetually stuck chasing some unknown James shaped hole for the rest of his life. Maybe that wouldnât be so bad. He could fill it up with other things. He could live with that.
He tries to tell himself he can live with that when it happens. His phone buzzes. Again and again and again and again and Barty stares at the caller ID displaying a number heâs more than familiar with. He answers it with a shameful eagerness but doesnât speak.
âHello?â
âDid you mean to call me?â Barty croaks out in the deadened air.
A stuttering pause. âYeah. Yeah, hi. How are you?â
Barty lets out a sharp laugh. Too sharp. âHow am I? Iâm fine, James. How are you?â
âGood,â James tried to say brightly, but Barty could hear the flatness in his voice. âHow, um. How have you been?â
âOkay, what the fuck, Bambi. Youâre freaking me out. Itâs almost four in the morning.â
James laughs at the nickname that was always made to be an insult. Until it wasnât.
âNo, I know. I justâŠâ James trails off and Barty finds himself wishing he would just finish his fucking sentence.
Come on, James. Itâs me. You donât have to be nice to me, remember? Thatâs the deal. Thatâs the rule. You can be mean to me. I can take it.
Something in his chest pulls, but Barty opts to ignore it as he takes on his talking-to-James tone: Sarcastic and needle-sharp.
âMiss me that much, Potter?â Barty hears James let in a sharp breath on the other end of the line and pushes on. âWhat? Are you going to tell me that itâs three in the morning and this is the time I normally come slinking around your place? Miss having someone like me to knock you about a bit? Get a little too rough with you? Fuck you, smoke with you after, and leave before the lights come on?â
âBarty.â He tries not to flinch at the fact that James is using his first name. âThatâs not whyâŠIâm calling becauseââ
But Barty cuts him off before James can say something ridiculous. Something like âIâm calling because I care about you,' or 'Iâm seeing someone else,' or 'Iâm worried for you. This guyâs really great, not at all like you,' or 'I miss you.â
âWell, I canât come around anymore. I just finished touring around with some bass player and his band all across the state. They just signed to a label theyâre about to be huge. And Evan, the bass player, heâs like the greatest thing thatâs ever happened to me, so.â Barty was aware that he was trying too hard. He could hear it in his own voice, but he was praying it was convincing enough for James. He pulled his lip ring in between his teeth and waited for James to say something.
âOh, thereâs an Evan.â
There was an Evan, kind of.
âYeah, and heâs great, and Iâm great. Never better, actually. So I think you were right to end it when you did. Whatever it was. Itâs better this way.â Barty lies.
Barty lies and James goes quiet. Itâs unbearable.
âJames?â
Do you want to come over?
Why did it take you months to call?
Did you mean what you said when you told me you could never bring me around your friends?
Do you ever miss fighting with me like I miss fighting with you?
Remember when you almost let me pierce your eyebrow? Evan pierced mine a while ago and I thought about you the entire time he was doing it.
His hands arenât yours wrapped around my throat. He never squeezes hard enough.
âYeah?â
âIâm going to hang up now.â
Speak now or forever hold your peace, James Potter.
âOkay, yeah. Sorry, yeah.â
âOkay. Later, bambi.â
Barty clicks the phone before James can respond.
What the fuck was James thinking?
What was he thinking?
Barty would be lying if he said he didnât feel a small pulse of adrenaline at the sound of Jamesâ voice. A small sense of satisfaction that James had broken the silence between them and called first.
He was going to ignore the fact that James had used the gentle voice with him. The voice reserved for a crying child, a terminal patient, or a scared wild animal in the woods. He was going to ignore the fact that James had obviously called him for a reason and Barty had dominated the conversation to keep him from it. And he was definitely going to ignore the curiosity chewing away at his mind about what James wouldâve said if only Barty wouldâve let him.
No. Instead, he was going to keep on telling James, and himself lies.
He was fine.
He was happy.
He was better than heâs ever been.
Barty walks himself out to his balcony and lights a cigarette as the cool air kisses his face. He recounts his lies over and over again and counts down to the day they might come true.
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âWhat did you say your name was again?â Barty looks at the sandy blonde boy questioningly. Heâs got a smattering of freckles and soft eyes that are shining due to the alcohol.
The bar is too loud for a Thursday and Barty wants to leave, but the man just bought him another round and it would be rude to turn it away.
âPeter.â
Barty nods, tilting his new beer towards him. âWell, cheers Peter.â
Peter offers him a smile as he tilts his glass in Bartyâs direction and takes a drink, smiling coyly.
They talk for a minute. This is how Barty finds out that Peter is English and has no job and no house. He came into some money and is using it to travel to as many places as he can before the money dries up. He finds places to stay by matching with people on Tinder or Grindr and heâs out by morning exploring the city.
So in other words, heâs trouble. Which is exactly what Bartyâs looking for.
Peter has honey-colored eyes and a honey-colored voice to match. Sweet on the surface with something dangerous and reckless buzzing just below the surface.
They stay until the bar closes and they stay until the parking lot clears out, and then when itâs good and dark and empty Barty slaps his motorcycle helmet on over Peterâs head and tosses him the keys.
He stands on the pavement with his arms crossed and watches as Peter starts the engine.
âAre you sure youâve done this before?â Barty asks skeptically as Peter hesitates.
âY-yeah.â He calls over the hum of the engine. â I had a motorbikeâ have a motorbike back home but itâs in the shop getting repaired.â
Barty nods. âWell, just take her around the parking lot a few times then. Letâs see it.â
In his defense, Peter was the one who had asked to ride it. When Barty brought up his motorcycle, he watched as Peterâs honey-colored eyes went wide as saucers as he asked to see it. To give it a ride. Maybe Barty shouldâve been worried that this stranger would just drive off with his bike in the dead of night with no witnesses and leave him stranded, but he was too drunk to care. It would all be just another story to laugh about in the daylight. Moonlight desert rituals and bass players and motorcycle thieves. All because of James fucking Potter.
Barty watches and snickers as Peter clearly has no idea what to do.
James knew how to ride motorcycles. He would take Bartyâs sometimes to the only 24-hour corner store to pick up a watered-down black coffee and a new pack of Parliamentâs when they ran out. Sometimes an orange or two if they were hungry.
Peter manages to make it around the parking lot twice before a loud pop rings through the air and causes Barty to jump. By the time he can register whatâs happening, Peter is already beside him, pale-faced, and apologizing profusely.
He popped a fucking tire.
The blowout was not a gunshot. Thank god.
He lives another day.
Barty gives Peter a once over and determines that he went smashing into the concrete based on the scrapes to his face and his hands, and the tear in his pants at the knees.
For a moment, Peter looks at Barty like he might kick the shit out of him, and maybe Barty should, but the whole thing seems so comical at the moment that he canât help but burst into delirious laughter.
Of course, someone named Peter that he met in a bar at midnight would ride his motorcycle once and make the tire pop. That was just his luck.
Without thinking about it, he sends a text to James.
âMotorcycle tire just popped. Fucking shit.â
His phone buzzes almost instantly in his hand.
âI told you last time the tire needed air. It was only a matter of time. You shouldâve let me fill it up.â
Barty watches James type a message for what seems like an eternity. Then a new message.
âAre you okay?â
Then itâs Bartyâs turn to type forever.
âNever better, bambi.â
He makes Peter call them a cab and tow company to get the bike. Itâs the least he could do. Since he thinks itâs his fault the tire blew out, and Barty convinces him that it is.
Barty says theyâll figure it out in the morning and lets Peter stay at his place until the end of the week. Just long enough for him to see that the motorcycle was getting fixed. Long enough to take him around the city and show him all the best places.
They keep in touch for a month at tops and then Peter fades into another memory. Another story to tell. Another person he was with because he wouldnât be with James.
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On the fourth of July, he meets Regulus at some party in someoneâs backyard.
Theyâre about to start shooting off the fireworks when Barty sees him. Short crop of curly black hair and a downturned frown.
âNot having fun?â Barty smirked in an attempt to make conversation.
âWhat?â
âNot having fun?â
âNot really.â The boyâs frown deepened. âNot at all.â
âOh, what the fuck. Youâre French?â
âVery astute observation.â The stranger says as he attempts to walk away.
âSorry. Itâs just, why the fuck would you be here if you could be in France? Iâm Barty by the way.â
âRegulus,â the stranger sniffs. âAnd why the fuck would your parents name you Barty if they could pick from any other name in the world?â
Barty grins at Regulusâ accent and his snark. âGot it. No more questions then.â
âNo more stupid questions,â Regulus amends.
They stick together the whole evening as Barty attempts to make the Fourth of July fun for the both of them.
He spends a few weeks with Regulus after that. Regulus speaks broken English, something stilted, but sure, and it rings nice in Bartyâs ears long after heâs stopped talking. Thereâs nothing serious between them. They just spend the summer days sun drunk and carefree. Regulus attempts to teach him French. Barty attempts to make this time different. Neither of them are successful.
âI lied,â Regulus says in a passing moment as Barty gets ready to say his final goodbye. âIâm not twenty-three, Iâm twenty. Also, my English is perfect. I was just fucking with you.â
Barty just blinks a few times. âWhy do you think I would care about that? Regulus, what the fuck.â
Regulus shrugs. âJust thought you should know. Youâre not the only one pretending to be something youâre not just for the fun of it.â
And Barty knows itâs fucked up, but he could kiss Regulus all over again.
He adds a pathological liar to his running list of adventures.
When he returns to his apartment, itâs quiet and empty. He tries to tell himself that heâs okay with that, that he likes it best this way, that heâs never been better.
James calls once again.
Itâs become a routine of theirs.
James calls and Barty answers. He fills Jamesâ head with all of his exploits, all of his stories, all of the Pandoraâs and Evanâs and Peterâs and Regulusâ heâs been with since James. All of the fun heâs had since the last time they spoke.
But he couldnât ever let any of them in, because James was already there, taking up too much space. Always there, lying in wait.
Barty keeps on telling his lies and James lets him, but theyâre still not coming true. Bartyâs counting down the days and still feeling more down than ever. He wishes that James would just call his bluff, hear the falseness in his voice, and yell at him for being irresponsible. But he never does.
Itâs not until after Emmeline, Fabian, and Narcissa that James gives him another call.
Bartyâs in the middle of recounting his latest adventure when James does it. Interrupts him with a knowing scoff.
âListen, Crouch,â he says just like he used to. Heâs fed up. Barty finally managed to press his buttons once more. âCan we stop doing this song and dance now? Drop the act?â
âI donât know what you mean,â Barty sniffs, still trying to get one up on him.
âOh sure,â James continues, voice flat. âWhen youâre ready to stop lying to yourself and to meâŠI was calling to tell you to come around.â
The words land like cement in his stomach.
âTo come around?â
Bartyâs heart picks up its pace.
It was a bad idea.
It was a horrible idea.
It would put them right back to where they were before.
Fighting and yelling and waiting for the moon to come out to talk to each other. To see each other.
It would end horribly.
They would burn each other up. Ashes to ashes. Dust to dust. But God, Barty missed how it felt to be on fire.
âYeah,â James breathes into the phone receiver. âYou know the code to get in.â
Barty takes a deep breath.
What did it say about him that it had been all this time, and he still thought about James and his apartment and his soft sheets that were always laundered every day? Jamesâ hands gripping his jaw. Jamesâ laugh when Barty couldnât find his jeans that had all been but ripped off of him. Jamesâ sharp sneer and clenched jaw when Barty managed to get under his skin.
It doesnât take too much convincing. Just lighting bolts of flashing memories. Tooth rot that ached too good to let go.
âAlright. Yeah. Fuck it. Fuck it, Bambi.â
There would be plenty of time for lying to himself later.
And one day his lies would come true.
Just not today. And definitely not tonight.
âIâll come around.â
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inspired by the song pierre by ryn weaver
#nat writes#and nat prays to the lord above that this formats correctly#basically do not read if you're opposed to#jarty croucher#bartydora#rosekiller#bartylus#barty x peter#idk if there's even a ship name for that tbh#<- barter LMAO#barty crouch x james potter#recreational alcohol consumption and drug use#if u remember when i said this would be bartylus...mind ur business#barty crouch junior#barty crouch jr#okay i think that covers the tagging department
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Horseshoe: gorgeous gorgeous glass pipe
Sandman: Delta 8 sour watermellon fart blast atomic mango vape
Donnie: dry herb vaporizer with a locally grown sativa
Benzedrine: a 2.5mg indica gummy
#my version of the suiteheartss choice of weed consumption#again theyâre my fucked up weird versions#so itâs not Andy consuming it#Benzedrine face claim is a mix of azeraphale and Gary neuman lol#cw drugs#peace and love peace and love#I still need to rename the suitehearts and claim them as my own#you guys donât worry Iâm gonna listen to some more sparks and b52s and will draw more suitehearts
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We're shown in Papaganda that partying is a big part of Secondo's personality and given that he's described as a wounded bitter and miserable old man I seriously wonder if he's ever struggled with drug addiction to substances stronger than weed. I think it would add more to his character but I also don't want to come across as mishandling the topic so maybe I'll give it a bit more thought. He's said he's fine being replaced but what did that first night of not being Papa look like? How many people left him once they realized he wasn't as powerful as he used to be? How long was it before it was just him and a handful of pills in the quiet silence of the night. Much to think about regarding this sad old man.
#to be honest him struggling with sobriety is something i've had in my head for a very long time#but I'm having trouble finding the line between âall drugs badâ and âdecriminalize weedâ. does that make sense? am i making sense.#we're all for safe substance consumption here folks but. addiction is a very real problem. you know?
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HARLEYSPACE!
Source: Poison Ivy: Unethical Consumption
Harley is tripping balls on Ivys lamia spores. She just wants to see the world the way Ivy does.
I call it Harleyspace, the hyperspace of Harley's mind. What if we could all tap into our own Harleyspace? Where everyday worries are taken in stride with breakfast sandwiches - a dash of hot sauce, spicy mongolian beef - extra chilis, a dash of madness, and a baseball bat. Maybe a mallot and an exploding pie.
This panel makes me think of Taylor Swift's "Snow on the Beach":
"And it's like snow on the beach
Weird but fuckin' beautiful
Flying in a dream, stars by the pocketful
You wanting me tonight feels impossible
But it's comin' down, no sound, it's all around"
...
"This scene feels like what I once saw on a screen
I searched aurora borealis green
I've never seen someone lit from within
Blurring out my periphery"
Reminds me of the first time I took acid. The world really does glow and dance.
Speaking of hallucinogens, "Was it the Acid?" by Direct Hit! takes us down another mind warp:
we were lost on a blackened ocean
on a boat made out of sticks
we were tossed in the frost
and attacked emotion caught in throat
weighed down by bricks made of gold
which we sold and removed with powers
we could not quite understand
sang a tune to the groove of the birds
and flowers they were all under our command
so we sailed on
I just love how Ivy is just admiring Harley as she's tripping.
#harley quinn#harlequin#pop-culture sorcery#harlivy#mutant sorcery#harleen#multiverse#poison ivy#dc comics#chaos magick#unethical consumption#acid trip#lsd#magic mushroom#drug induced#hallucinations
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Talisan really goes into every miniseries/oneshot like "how will i make a character with themes the insane gay people will munch up"
#vio.txt#this time it was psudo-cannibalism and consumption#but i will never forget his character in the high school au one shot#he/they drug dealer
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A Rose Amidst Thorns #15: A New Set of Rules
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Synopsis: Miguel gets a set of new rules. And learns exactly what he is in this hierarchy
CW: Dehumanization, like HEAVY dehumanization plz be safe, cigarettes, whumpee used as an ashtray, graphic description of mouth burns, EMETO (its kinda nasty so just.. be careful again), forced alcohol consumption, conditioning, altered state of mind, whumper POV
Something had to change. Everything was out of control. Solomon had tried to take his wife. Henrietta thought that somehow, that was fine. Miguel kept fighting back. All of them kept fighting back. It was getting exhausting. It was going to get worse if Xavier didnât put a stop to it now.Â
Separating the three of them had been the first step. Solomon was sleeping away his illness in his bedroom. Henrietta no longer had keys to any of the rooms in the house. Even if she wanted to visit him, the threat of death Xavier had loomed over him, kept her at bay for now. Miguel, was back in the hayloft, chained down like the dog he was.Â
Solomon and Henrietta were easy enough to deal with. But Miguel was proving to be more and more of a problem. He was getting restless. Starting to test the waters as he always did. Xavier preferred him half dead or dissociated to the point where he was a shell of a human. Three days ago, heâd thrown the food heâd been given at Abraham, whoâd been on food duty that day. Â
Today, Xavier would be delivering Miguelâs first meal since then. It had been two weeks since The Solomon incident. After heâd carried Miguelâs unconscious body into the hayloft and clamped the manacle around his ankle, Xavier had deemed it better to leave the kid alone. He needed time to heal. If he looked at him, Xavier was going to smash his head into the wall.Â
He was calmer now. Calculating. He brought up the tray of food to the hayloft, balancing it against his hip with one hand, grabbing the ladder with the other. Xavier wasnât surprised to see Miguel curled in on himself, asleep on the cot that had been provided. He brought the tray of food next to the cot, leaving it on the floor.Â
This had been Miguelâs first room at the Reede Ranch. Thirteen years old and all fire and fury. He had proved himself, gaining a nice cog in the closet in the hallway. Inside where it was warm at night. Where he could join them for breakfast at the table like a human. He had earned that respect. But now, he was back in the hayloft, the metaphorical dog house. Too much trouble. Too many mistakes had been made. Now corrections had to be made.Â
Gently, Xavier ran a hand through Miguelâs hair.
âWake up kid. We gotta talk,â he said as soon as Miguelâs eyes focused enough that he was sure the kid was listening.Â
A frown lined his features as he slowly pushed himself to a sitting position. Bare feet resting on the wood floor. Good hand gripping the edge of the cot, his other hand resting in his lap. It was still healing. Stupidly slowly, but Solomon had said that it would. Still though, it was annoying. It had been two months, and that hand was still proving to be useless.Â
âAre you hungry?â Xavier asked as Miguel glanced at the food.Â
The boy nodded, eyes wary. Good.Â
âYou can eat in a moment. But right now? Weâre gonna set some new rules for you. Yeah?â Xavier didnât wait for an answer before continuing, âI think youâve forgotten your place here. The fact that youâre at the bottom of the hierarchy.âÂ
Miguelâs throat bobbed slightly. The bruising had faded to an ugly yellowish color, but it was still there. A testimony to when Xavier had lost a bit of control. Nearly killing the boy.Â
âYouâre the dog here. So here are the rules. You do what I tell you, when I tell you. This isnât new, but I think you need a reminder. If I tell you to sit, you sit. If I say roll over? Fucking roll over.â Xavier took a deep breath, âIâm going to bringing your food everyday from now on. Unless Iâm on business then itâll be Jesse. When you see us coming up that ladder? You greet us on your knees.â Xavier paused, searching for a reaction.Â
Miguelâs frown deepened, eyes widening slightly. He opened his mouth slightly, seemingly in an attempt to protest. But Xaviers glare must have been enough of a warning, as he snapped his mouth shut. The boy worked his jaw, gritting his teeth.Â
Xavier smiled. Miguel at least knew better than to argue.Â
âWhy donât you practice right now? On your knees mutt.âÂ
There was a moment, a precious moment of Miguel, staring up at him. Eyes wide. Cheeks flushing red with embarrassment. At this moment, he didnât know if Miguel would surrender, or follow the order. Not until slowly, the kid lowered himself to his knees. Head hanging on his chest. Teeth grinding against each other so hard, Xavier could hear it clearly.Â
Xavier reached down to grab Miguelâs chin, forcing him to look at him.Â
âLook at me when I talk to you. Youâre so pathetic. Look at you. Groveling at my feet,â Xavier canât help himself when he laughs, thumb idly tracing Miguelâs jaw. âYou look better like this. Okay, back to the rules. If you mention Solomon or Henrietta to me. I will beat their names out of your thoughts. They donât exist anymore. Not unless I say so. Youâre not going to see them for a long, long time. So better get used to it. If I see their names in your hands, Iâll break them again. Nod if you understand.âÂ
There were tears in Miguelâs eyes, making them shine in the dull light. Slowly, he nodded. Bottom lip quivering. Since when has Miguel been so pretty when he cried? Xavier watched as the tears overflowed and slowly started down Miguelâs cheeks. He leaned forward, licking them away with his tongue.Â
âDonât cry.. itâs fine. All you need is me anyway. I own you. Youâre mine. You were never Solomons, or Henriettaâs. Or even Jesseâs. Youâve always been mine,â Xavier stated plainly. He let go of Miguelâs jaw. Watching him idly. âIf youâre ever in the house again, you donât sit on the furniture. Youâre only allowed your cot in here. Otherwise, you stay on the floor where you belong.âÂ
Xavier sighed, pulling out a cigarette and a match from his shirt pocket. Then he lit it. Taking in a puff and relishing in the wave of relief that coursed through him. He leaned down and blew out the smoke in Miguelâs face. His nose scrunched and he coughed. Xavier laughed. Taking a seat on Miguelâs cot with a creak.Â
âCome here,â he called to him, waving him over to the spot in between his legs. There was a moment of hesitation, Miguelâs expression twisting into one of apprehension. âI said come here Miguel.âÂ
Slowly, Miguel shuffled on his knees in between Xavierâs legs. âWhenever Jesse comes in? You do what he says. If you fight, or hurt him in anyway, Iâll take your tongue. Not like you need it anyway,â he said as he took another drag. Blowing it again in Miguelâs face. Again, Miguel nodded, adams apple bobbing up and down. Xavier was half hard in his pants. But.. he wasnât here for that. Not today.Â
âOpen your mouth Miguel.âÂ
Another moment of hesitation. The boy swallowed thickly, before slowly opening his mouth. âClose your eyes and stick your tongue out, mutt.âÂ
A whimper came from the back of the boy's throat that sent a heat to Xavier's core. Still, Miguel complied, eyes closing and tongue sticking out. His breathing was hard. Miguel was panting like a dog too.Â
Xavier took one more drag from his cigarette, then promptly put the burning end out on Miguelâs tongue. One hand grabbed Miguel by the throat, the other on his shoulder to hold him still. His eyes shot open and he screamed. Closing his mouth shut and accidentally taking the cigarette into his mouth. Xavier slammed a hand over his mouth and nose. Growling.Â
âI didnât say you could open your eyes, or close your mouth.. so now you have to swallow it.âÂ
Miguel shook his head, trying to free himself of Xavier's hand. Falling backward, Xavier followed him, straddling him and only pushing the hand harder on his face.Â
âSwallow it or suffocate your choice kid.âÂ
The boy whined, tears starting to flow freely down his face again. Xavier wrapped a hand around his throat, gently squeezing. Finally he saw the boy swallow, felt it slide down his throat. Then he let the boy go. Stepping off him and watching Miguel roll on his side and cough harshly. Miguel started to retch, good hand holding onto his stomach. Xavier watched with disinterest until the boy finally stilled for a moment, pressing his forehead into the hay covered floor. He retched another time, and this time bile, ash, and the cigarette was in a puddle on the floor. Â
His hand was rubbing circles on his chest as he sat himself up on his knees. Xavier didnât care about that though. He moved to the front of Miguel, crouching just in front of the vomit on the floor.Â
âYouâre disgusting, you know that?âÂ
Every part of Miguel was trembling, his eyes glassy. Xavier reached out to him, gripping at his hair, before slamming his face downwards. He held his face down in the vomit. That was what people did to bad dogs right? Shove them in their own sick? Miguel was fully sobbing now, but he wasnât struggling, instead he just laid there. There was a feeling of satisfaction at that. He let Miguelâs hair go. Watching as Miguel slowly let himself sit up again. âIâll bring you a bucket and a towel to clean yourself up.âÂ
With trembling hands, he signed a simple âthank youâ to Xavier.Â
âWhen I come back, your food better be gone. And youâll be on your knees waiting for me right?âÂ
A sniffle and a nod is what he got in response. It was good enough. Xavier stood up and left. He took a little longer to get the supplies he needed. It would give Miguel a chance to collect himself, to breathe. Sometimes with Miguel, leaving him alone was just as useful as spending every moment with him. The kid was someone who tended to get trapped in his own thoughts. Spiraling lower and lower if left alone in the right environment. Xavierâs sister was similar in that way. When they were younger, sheâd follow him around because her thoughts were always too loud.Â
When he came back, Miguel was already on his knees, chin against his chest. His plate of simple sliced apples and goat cheese was gone. He didnât think that anything heavier would sit well in Miguel's stomach. His eyes glanced up from the ground and met Xaviers. Xavier smiled, dropping the bucket with water next to them. Miguel jumped a little when it landed.
Slowly, he reached out to grab the towel and squeeze the excess as best he could with one hand. Miguel started with his face and neck, being careful over sore spots, still trying to get everything off his skin. He didnât dare look at Xavier as he did so. The only noise for a few minutes was the sound of the rag being dipped into the bucket, squeezed and rubbed against Miguel's skin. He didnât stop until Xavier waved him over, between his legs again. âOpen your mouth for me,â he ordered.Â
This time, Miguel did not hesitate as he opened his mouth. Xavier could see it there, the blister on his tongue. White and bubbled. His whole tongue was red and irritated as well. Xavier grabbed Miguelâs chin between his thumb and forefinger, lifting his head up slightly to look more clearly.Â
âDoes it hurt?â Xavier asked, slowly, enunciating clearly for the boy to see.Â
The boy nodded, swallowing thickly. His breath was shaky, hot on Xavierâs hand. His free hand went to his belt, where his flask was. Lately, heâd been carrying it around more often. He twisted it open with his teeth. First, he held it over his mouth, about to tip it in. âIf you spit it out, or if any drops. Youâre licking it off the floor.âÂ
Then he poured it inside Miguelâs open and waiting mouth. If Miguel could scream, Xavier was sure he would have. But he was forced to let the alcohol coat his mouth. Swallowing with a choked gasp. Everytime Miguel swallowed and tried to take a breath, Xavier poured more down his throat. Making sure it coated his tongue. Miguelâs face was flushed red and his eyes glazed by the time Xavier poured the last bit down his throat. Finally letting go of Miguelâs face. âRepeat the rules back to me.. All the new ones. I want you to remember.âÂ
Miguel squinted up at Xavierâs lips, whimpering slightly. Xavier waited. Watching him carefully. The boy swayed slightly from his position on the floor. He shook his head and groaned lightly, resting his head on Xavierâs knee. Â
âNo no..â Xavier said, cupping Miguel's face and once again making the boy look at him. âI need you to tell me. Itâs best you do it now. Once that whiskey really kicks in, I doubt youâll remember your own name. Youâre a lightweight,â he finished with a chuckle.Â
Miguel blinked a few times, Xavier could see him thinking hard through the fog of the alcohol. He could be patient, he could wait for him to answer. This was just a test. Finally, after a moment and a short grunt, Miguel lifted his hand to finger spell a rule.Â
âItâs okay if itâs not the whole rule, you can just sign the basics,â he assured softly.Â
Miguel nodded and shut his eyes tightly, probably hit by a wave of dizziness. But the boy was starting to finger spell the basic rules.Â
Always listen, no hurting Jesse, knees when you come in.
âYouâre forgetting some Miguel,â Xavier whispered softly. Miguel swallowed thickly again, resting his head in the palm of his hand. He shook his head, whimpering. âYou can do it sweetheart.âÂ
No Solomon. No Hen. No furniture.
Xavier grinned, all teeth and fondness. It seeped through everything. Miguel did know how to listen apparently. Despite the obvious issue with his hearing, he was a good listener. His eyes were fluttering shut, full body weight on his hand now. The only thing holding up Miguel's head was Xavier at this point. âIâm gonna ask you to do one more thing, just one more question for me sweetheart, can you do that?â Miguel groaned, a choked sound coming from him. âI know youâre tired. Just one more thing.âÂ
His eyes drooped but he lifted his head higher to look at him. âGood boy. What are you?âÂ
Miguel made a face of confusion, brain moving slowly, face contorting with realization as he shook his head. The immediate regret of that action, making him groan and his eyes roll backwards for a moment. Xavier removed his hand from holding up Miguel, and the kid slumped against his knee, slowly sliding down his leg. He made the sign for âpleaseâ clumsily. Xavier stared down in contempt, kicking Miguel onto his back. He resting his spur on his shoulder, pressing it into the skin there. Â
âWhat are you Miguel?âÂ
A sob emitted from the squirming thing beneath his boot. Coming fully from his chest as he lifted his good hand to grab at Xavierâs boot. He sighed, pressing the spur harder into Miguel's shoulder, a small pinprick of blood started to surround the spur. Miguel groaned and turned his face away from Xavier. But finally, he answered, signing, âDogâ.Â
Xavier laughed, standing up from his seat and straddling Miguel. Grabbing his face, and leaning forward, they were so close he could smell the whiskey he poured on the boys breath.Â
âAgain.âÂ
Dog.Â
âAgain.â Â
Dog.Â
âOne more time sweetheart.âÂ
Miguel was fully sobbing now, tears streaking down his face. Snot running down his lips. Truly pathetic. Just how Xavier liked him. He gently leaned forward again, pressing a soft kiss to Miguelâs forehead.Â
Dog. I am a dog. Â
âGood boy Miguel. Good boy.âÂ
Now they could start again. Fresh. New rules, new dog. It was a whole new start.Â
Everything was going to be different now. In a good way. In the best way they could be. Because now, all each of them had was him. That was all they were ever going to need from now on.
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Bright Light, Iâm Like a Moth
CHAPTER SUMMARY: as much as you hate Megumi, it seems like you can't help yourself around him.
boyfriend!yuuji itadori x f!reader x bully!megumi fushiguro
WARNINGS : 18+, dubcon, alcohol consumption, drug consumption, infidelity, gaslighting, manipulation, paranoia, degradation, handjob (m+f receiving), oral (f receiving), overstimulation.
WORDS : 7.3k
notes : do we hate the reader yes or no
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Even if you were wearing nothing at all youâre sure you would have still felt like you were vacationing on the sun. It was difficult to tell where you were while still under the influence.
You werenât sure if youâd been high for minutes, hours or days.
Megumi couldnât stop telling you that he loves you and he was going to get you home.
He wouldnât have let this happen to you, though, if he really loved you. He's just as hot as you are but you're clearly suffering the worst of it, completely dehydrated and out of your mind.
You can only hope things will feel better when you get to your room.
He manages to carry you in his arms all of the way to your room, your heart rate rising by the second the more you lose yourself to your paranoia. Your head lolls and the speed of his strides dries the tears on your face as the air hits you.
You're set down as he struggles to open the door; but he wraps your arm around his shoulder to keep you upright.
ââm so thirsty, Megumi, I canâtââ
He helps lower you down onto your mattress. Your body collapsing into the cloud-like softness as tears silently roll down your eyes. He isnât in the room anymore. Your brain is challenging you, questioning you, bullying you. Heâs left you alone to deal with this all by yourself. To suffer. To stress. His grand plan to finally drive you to complete and utter despair.
âCan you sit up for me, OâKeeffe?â you hear him say.
You donât move anything except your head, managing to see him between the valley of your breasts resting on the balls of his feet.
There's a strange sensation throughout your body. Like you've got pins and needles everywhere. Your whole body is tingling and your lip is wobbling as you sit up and face him.
Your face glittering like the crystal chandeliers he remembers gawking at in your parents manor home. âI got you water, drink it slowly.â
His instruction goes in one ear and out the other. You drink every last drop quicker than he can blink, a lot of it spilling out of the corners of your mouth.
It isnât enough.
You feel as if youâve swallowed a bag of sand and had your throat cut.
More.
You do your best to stand to your feet and rush to the bathroom. He follows you in and watches you drink the water directly from the tap. He lets it happen, for a little while, before pulling you away and back to bed.
âIâm gonna die, arenât I?â you ask him. He just laughs and shakes his head.
âNo, princess, youâre not. Not gonna let that happen, alright? I love you.â he says. You get up again and try to get back into the bathroom, but youâre intercepted. He pins you against the wall and cages you in. Your chest is swelling with emotion, mainly fear. But anticipation, too.
âStop saying you love me.â
âWhy? I just, I love you. Youâre so lovely, I love you.â he blabbers and you shake your head in anger.
âYou donât bully people you love. You donât peer pressure or blackmail people you love. Iâm just a fucking project to you. Y-Yuuji would never do this to me.â you stutter, trying to stop yourself from giving him the satisfaction of your tears. He grits his teeth and looks away for a split second, and then his focus is entirely on you.
âFuck. Yuuji.â
âIâd love to, Megumi. But unfortunately Iâm stuck here with you instead of him. And Iâmâ Iââ your voice gets caught and disappears entirely in your throat. He tilts his head and moves his face closer into yours. So close you think he might kiss you again. So close your noses are almost skimming off each other.
âSay it,â
âIâm soâ Iâm so⊠lonely. I miss him. I miss being loved.â you explain as your voice cracks. Your eyes are beginning to swell with tears and he canât resist but wipe them away for you. His thumb wanders and catches on your lower lip. The fat, puffy flesh follows his digit and then springs back into place.
Divine, he thinks.
âIâm telling you I love you and youâre telling me to stop.â
âYou donât love me, r-really,â you whimper as you try and find a way for each of you to see sense in such a hopeless situation, âyouâre just high andâ you couldnât ever love me like he does.â
âHow do you know?â
âIâm going to die because of you. Tonight, like this, in this shitty hotel room. Iâm not gonna make it to the morning and Iâll never be loved by him again. By anyone. Iâm dying and Iâm broken. And itâs your fault.â
âI love you.â he whispers, his lips hovering just above yours. You turn your head to force him to kiss your cheek instead. You canât do this again.
âStop it.â
âI love you, I really love you.â
âYou broke me and youâre gonna kill me, you still wonât stop.â
âBecause I love you.â
âStop!â
âBaby,â
He mutters into your supple skin. And for some reason, it breaks you even more.
You face him head on; and he smiles, because youâve lost.
He, as always, is the winner. Youâre letting him take advantage of you because youâre just so God damn gullible. Maybe he does really love you.
He doesnât know his truth himself, honestly. All he knows is that he has a lot of love to give, and he wants to give it to you.
His lips are so soft but so strong. Yours are weak and feeble, which is why youâre allowing him to take the lead. Letting him kiss you however he likes. There's minimal tongue but a whole lot of passion in the heat of this one intimate kiss.
What are you doing?
Is it so wrong to seek companionship when youâre lonely?
Yes, when you have a boyfriend, of course it is. But you canât think about that right now. Not when heâs lifting your leg onto his hip and grinding into your core.
âMegumi,â you mewl, pulling away from the kiss but reattaching yourself to him instantly after speaking.
âWhat is it?â he asks, concernedly.
He begins to kiss down your cheek, your neck, your collarbone, and atop your breast as he waits for you to tell him whatâs on your mind. You can hardly form a thought let alone tell him what you want to say.
âWe shouldnâtâ we shouldnât do this, Iâm scared, Megumi,â you tell him quietly.
It doesnât deter him, though, he canât stop now.
He didnât know anyone could be as soft and pliable as you. How could he have let himself waste so much time hurting you when he could have been controlling you instead?
âBut Iâm so lonely.â you sigh, unable to stop the words from falling out. Each nick of his teeth against your skin and delicate soft peck on your body is like a combination code to unlock more secrets from you.
âDo you want me to make it better?â he wonders, softly. Itâs almost a secret confession between him and your tits. He doesnât look into your eyes as he asks. Too enamoured by your breasts as he cups one and kisses the other.
Such simple words equate to such a life changing question. If he were Toji asking that question, you assume heâd suggest something like scolding Megumi and taking you to a drive thru for a burger and fries.
If it were Yuuji asking you think heâd buy more snacks and watch The Shining with you for the millionth time.
If it were your parents theyâd probably offer to have Yuuji shipped off permanently to some foreign country and throw money at you.
But you arenât with any of them right now.
Youâre with Megumi.
And no matter what situation you find yourself in with him, you canât help but dwell on the past. Heâs never tried to make anything better for you before. Heâs actively pursued every course of action that would ultimately make your life worse.
In the time youâve known him, heâs only been truly kind to you in the last two days.
Yesterday his idea of making you feel better was to let you sit next to him on the bus rather than with the evil girls. It was going bowling and to the aquarium and buying you a shark plushie.
But, today, heâs gotten you high. Heâs made you someone you doubt youâd recognise if you were to look in the mirror. Heâs had his tongue down your throat and lips all over your body.
Heâs showing love to your body in the way that only a true lover should.
The way Yuuji should.
His way of making you feel better isnât right. It isnât something you should even be considering.
But youâre too foolish to realise what you are now.
You wouldnât hesitate to slap him in the face before getting to this point. You would have scoffed and told him where to go when he offered you drugs. You wouldnât have crawled into bed with him because you were cold.
But, for now, you arenât you. You arenât your own person.
Youâre Megumiâs.
âHelp me, Megumi.â you whisper in a desperate, begging tone. He looks up at you, then. Glimmering green eyes searching for any ounce of doubt in your facial expression.
It isnât there.
His body presses against yours, pushing you further into the wall as he kisses you deeply.
Has he secretly wanted this all along?
Have you?
He turns you around so that your ass is against his crotch. He kisses into the crook of your neck as he guides you in the direction of your bed.
Your eyes are closed, softly, as you allow yourself to melt into the false sense of romance youâre feeling from him. But they spring open again once he pushes you down onto all fours on the mattress. He flips your tutu up and grabs two fistfuls of your white fishnets. You gasp when you hear the dramatic, tell tale sound of him ripping them apart. Once he can perfectly see your panty-clad mound, he runs a finger up between your lips.
âW-Wait, Megumi wait.â you protest. He stops and helps you roll onto your back. He climbs on top of you and kisses upwards from your belly button to between your breasts. âI donât feel comfortable.â you confess. He smirks into your skin, giving you a lengthier kiss against your sternum.
âIâm high, babe. Goinâ too fast for you? What can I do?â he mumbles clumsily against you. You wriggle beneath him until he pays attention to you properly.
âIâd like to change. Could you, um, help me again?â you ask him hopefully, fluttering your eyelashes like butter wouldnât melt.
Youâre greeted with a simpering smile as he rises from above you and helps you sit upright. You watch him as he sits on the ground and begins to untie the laces on your platform boots. He tosses them over his shoulders, not caring where they end up. He reaches under your tutu and starts to pull down your fishnets.
âPanties off too, yeah? Do you want me to look away?â
âUmââ
âI think⊠you want me to see your body anyway, right?â
âI donât want you to look right away⊠could you get myââ
Heâs already standing up and searching for your fluffy pyjamas. Once again he avoids looking as he pulls your underwear down for you, concentrating solely on the ground as he helps you step into your shorts.
He manages to help pull your tutu down over your shorts to preserve a little bit of your modesty.
You stay still as he moves behind you. Youâre sitting between his legs as you feel him fiddle with the hook of your bra. He pulls it off for you like he had the prior evening. But this time, neither of you are in a rush to cover your flesh.
Your vest is by his side, and youâre looking over your shoulder. Not for the garment, no, youâre looking for him. Unlike last night, you want him to grope you.
He does.
Heâs nibbling on your earlobe as he massages your naked breasts. You canât help but groan when he takes your nipples between his finger and thumb. The way he tweaks and pulls them so perfectly, you can feel your brand new shorts become ruined as you canât help but soak them from him touch.
âI want to touch you, down there.â he whispers into your ear, it rushes immediately to your cunt and youâre arching your back against his body.
You want him to touch you there, too.
Badly.
âM-My vest, please.â you request. He pulls away from your ear and youâre both fixated on your vest as if itâs an unwelcome observer to your private party. There is nothing in the room except you, him, your breath, and the vest. Both of your movements have stilled as you stare it down. A limp puddle of purple intruding on a good time; the shed skin of a snake who is about to be reborn.
âI donât think you need it,â his hums hushed carefully into the nape of your neck. You bite your lip and close your eyes, the crown of your head relaxing against his shoulder. âI think⊠right now⊠you just need me to make you feel better.â
You do.
Though youâre certain anyone could be saying the same to you right now and youâd agree with them.
Whether it be Megumi, his father, or even Gojo.
The pain your feeling and the high your flying are a deathly mixture of sin and punishment that you canât seem to escape. Thereâs only one answer, one cure, and Megumi is the one offering it to you. You move your forehead so it rests against his as he waits for you to answer him.
Itâs wrong, you know it, but not really. All you know is that Yuuji isnât here and youâre paralysed with misery. Megumi is giving you a solution. Youâre both in a hellish paradise with so much love to give and each are desperate to receive it, and thereâs only two of you here.
You nod against him and your lips slot together like they belong against one another. Like he is your boyfriend, not Yuuji.
Megumi is evil and Yuuji is so perfect.
Heâs so perfect that you canât help but cry thinking about him even while Megumiâs lips are on yours. He pulls away, only a little, to hold the sides of your head as he kisses you harder. Itâs more urgent, an apparent desperation behind each suction of lips pulling apart.
He guides you down onto your back. His hands move down your chest, along your curves and underneath your thigh. He pulls your leg up so that itâs wrapped around his waist. Lazy yet emotional ruts of his hips stimulate your already sopping heat.
No matter how badly you want to pull away from him so that you can breathe, he doesnât let you. All you want is to pant out a soft, breathy moan and earn a moments reprieve from his actions, but he canât let you.
The knowledge that youâre with him and heâs with you and youâre just as pathetic and needy as each other is mind-numbingly intoxicating.
Youâre so good but just look how bad youâre being.
You want him just as badly as he wants you. And yet, neither of you know why. As far as youâre both aware, you despise each other. You are worlds apart and thereâs nothing between you but anger, contempt, and disgust. But maybe that isnât the whole truth after all.
Maybe heâs had feelings for you since you first met.
Since you complimented his art.
Perhaps he wanted to push you away and make things impossible so he knew there would be no chance for anything to ever happen between you.
But why would anything have happened?
Youâre with Yuuji.
Youâre with Yuuji.
And that hasnât stopped you from being in bed with Megumi right now. Would things have worked out better if you tried to be friends rather than enemies? Or would that have lead you down this very same path?
He isnât sure if itâs true.
He isnât sure if he had feelings for you from that very first moment or if thatâs just the hidden romantic in him trying to create a love story that isnât there.
He isnât sure if he has feelings for you at all other than hate and lust. He wants to fuck you, now, because heâs aroused. Heâs drugged up to the eyeballs and it seems like the right thing to do despite how wrong it is. You hold no feelings for him, heâs sure. You hate each other but youâre about to do something only lovers do.
âIâ Megumi, I donât want to have s-sex.â you speak almost assertively. Itâs powerful to hear you talk, he thinks. And so confidently too. Do you think he loves you, for real? Is it the prospect of sex that has turned you into someone entirely new or is it the possibility that youâre beneath someone who loves you?
He pulls away, perplexed by your words. What did you think he meant by helping you? Admittedly he was more interested in helping himself, but it seems youâve come to your senses.
âYou want me to stop?â he asks, somewhat concernedly. His eyes widen excitedly when you shake your head. Now he knows what you want.
Is this some sort of compromise in your deluded little mind? His dominant hand slithers down your stomach and tickles you as his fingers trace along your body. You gasp when his fingers breach the waistband of your shorts.
Heâs stunted, for a moment. Your eyes focus on one another, almost asking if this is really happening, before he licks his lips. Your lungs expand and collapse with each passing moment.
Yes, it is happening.
âFuck, youâre so wet.â he whispers. Immediately your face burns hot with shame and embarrassment as you feel him toy with your slippery folds.
âIâm soâ please, I just wannaâ I need to feel better.â you beg wantonly. He smirks as he begins circling around your little pearl but not quite touching it. Legs shaking and heart beating rapidly.
âYou will.â he assures you.
It has always embarrassed you to receive pleasure from a partner. Not because you donât like it, you just have no idea where to look. Yuuji thinks itâs cute when you hide your face from him when he fingers you in this position.
Itâs bizarre to him that youâre so shy even after so long, especially considering he eats you out on a regular basis and has made his face your personal throne. He lets you, though, whatever you need to do to be comfortable is alright with him.
No matter what, he thinks you look beautiful.
But Megumi isnât Yuuji.
The minute he sees you trying to hide your face behind your hands he stops touching you. When you come out of hiding, you look to see him sucking his fingers clean of your mess. Itâs hot, but you arenât quite sure why he felt the need to stop.
Air is knocked out of your lungs when you feel him grab each of your wrists. He pins them above your head with a furious look in his eye.
A strict warning.
âDonât do that again. Got it? I need to see your face so I know what Iâm doing.â he explains. You nod quickly, understanding him perfectly.
He grabs a fistful of your hair so that you canât move your face, forcing you to stare at him as he searches for your clit yet again. He goes slow at first, finally touching it instead of teasing around it.
You think you might burst into flames because youâre so humiliated.
He isnât letting you take your eyes off him and heâs staring at you like an animal in the night. The only indication that heâs still human is when his eyes twitch and eyebrows falter whenever you release a heavier breath.
He picks up the pace and you canât stand it, fingers grasping into the pillows by your head as he draws more pleasure from flicking over your throbbing clit. Your mouth falls open to moan and he copies you in faux sympathy. His mouth turning to a smile as he laughs at your whimpering state.
âThere we go. Thereâs your little slut button.â
You bite your lip in an attempt to keep your cool. But itâs useless. Your legs open wider for him and even with his fingers laced through your hair you canât help but throw your head further back into the pillows beneath you.
âIâm soâ Iâm so h-happy, Megumi. Youâre so goodâ at this.â
Heâs almost insulted that you thought he wouldnât be good at giving pleasure with his fingers. It lights a match under the ball of hot air which is Megumi Fushiguro as it makes him feel somewhat threatened.
He knows heâs good.
And by God, heâll make sure you know it too.
Your toes begin to curl as you feel his lips latch onto one of your nipples. Itâs a dirty trick that manages to bring you that much closer to your orgasm each and every time. With that and the way heâs expertly rubbing your clit you know youâre soon to be a goner.
âM-Megumi, please slow down. Iâm tryinâ to hang o-on a bit lo-onger, here.â you request. He holds your nipple lightly between his teeth and smiles, shaking his head in refusal. You groan when he sucks and releases it with a pop.
âStop hanginâ on. If you wanna feel better, let go.â he demands. He begins to pay the same attention to your opposite nipple as he carries on stimulating your pulsating bead. He yanks your hair tight as your hips begin to buck wildly against his fingertips. Your pussy desperately searching his touch to help you along quicker than heâs delivering.
Your vision turns to a starry night as you begin singing his name in approval. Each wave of orgasmic pleasure gushing through your body from the top of your head to the tips of your toes again and again. You feel him kiss your breast softly as you plummet from the never ending high. The kindness doesnât last, however, as he stands on his knees and hooks his fingers into your shorts.
âLift your fuckinâ ass. I want these off, now.â he tells you stringently. You obey, as always, raising your hips so he can rip the purple shorts away from your body.
For some reason you instinctively press your knees together as your body goes into high alert. They donât stay like that, of course. He places his palms on your kneecaps and pries your legs apart.
âDonât close your legs unless I say so. Until Iâm done with you. Iâm not finished yet, you havenât even let me look at your pussy properly.â
He looks down to see your slippery, shimmering cunt. Itâs intoxicating. So little and perfect and pink. So cute, like you. He holds your mound and uses his thumb to pull back the hood of your clit. He grins, watching it throb and pulse because of him. He bends down to spit on it which makes you moan.
Youâre even louder when he attaches his lips around it and begins to suck.
âOh fuck! Megumi, please, I canât. Iâm too sensitive I canât cum like thatââ
âDo you ever shut up?â he asks as he raises his face from between your legs. âJust having a little fun with you, Iâm not an idiot. But since you want to rushâŠâ he trails off, a menacing tone behind his words.
You jolt when you feel him grab your entire face in one hand and pinch your cheeks. Your lips pucker and he canât help but grin at how truly ridiculous you look. How can you look so fucked out and drunk from his fingers but still have a glimmer of craving behind your twinkling eyes?
âOpen your legs. Wider.â he instructs.
You spread them as far as theyâll possibly go, an overwhelming desire to please him overcoming you. He pulls back a little, and at that point you notice a string of drool pooling on his lower lip. His mouth hangs open as he slides a finger inside of your entrance. You squeak at the intrusion, you squeal at the unrelenting thrusts he delivers as it batters you g-spot.
âYouâre so fucking tight.â he informs you, making blood rush to your ears in an attempt to block out his words.
âT-Think âm gonna cum. I thinkââ
âAlready? Fuck, itâs âcause youâre tight baby. Like a little virgin cunt. Bet you canât even take more than one finger, can you?â
âN-No. I mean, no. I ca- I canât takeâ two isâ fuck, too much fâme.â you tell him, and he snickers.
âKnew it. Youâve got a princess pussy. Nice ân tight and she creams like a dream when you treat her right. Gonna show me how you cum on my fingers for doing a good job? Gonna give me my reward for makinâ you feel better?â
âFUCK, Megumi. Youâre soâ hnnggâ!â you cut yourself off as he brings you to yet another small death. He bites his lip as he watches you squirm and whine in pleasure. His fingers still not giving up their assault on your sensitive insides and gummy interior. âI love youââ you breathe shallowly.
Almost imperceptible, but he hears you. When he said it earlier, he didnât mean a fucking word of it. Heâs high, and so are you. So once again, youâre just devils telling tales.
âYou look like youâre feeling better, OâKeeffe.â he jokes, you begin to giggle once he pulls his fingers out of your pussy. âI wanna sleep but Iâm still wired. Are you sleepy?â he questions.
âMm-mm.â you hum, shaking your head. âI wanna⊠I want you to feel better, too.â you inform him.
âHow are you gonna do that?â
You smile cheekily at him as you raise your leg between his. You press around his crotch area with your toes. It was already apparently just how hard he was from your dancing and then hearing you moan for him. But apparently he hadnât expected you to be so brazen. He lets your fingers explore his upper body. Grazing over his pecs and abs as you continue to torment his cock with your foot.
âAre you gonna get me off properly? Iâm not super into feet, babe. Willing to try if youâve got the talent for it, though.â
âNo, âm not using my feet. Wanna hold you in my hand, take it out fâme Megumi.â you tell him. He scoops you up in his arms and sits you upright at the top of the bed. He sits beside you and begins to unbuckle his jeans. You can see the agonising strain in the form of his bulge in his boxers once he pulls the zipper down.
You know immediately he has an impressive size and you arenât quite sure if youâre confident enough to deal with it. Yuuji is big too, though, so maybe youâll be okay.
He groans when he moves his underwear enough to free his cock. Itâs heavy and craving, thick and full of lustrous desire. Your mouth is more or less watering at the sight of him. Perfect, you think. Perfect size. Perfect shape. Perfectly defined.
Perfect.
âAre you scared?â he grumbles, his speech is so relaxed itâs almost idle. You canât answer, because you arenât sure. You arenât scared, but you feel like you should be. Itâs just a dick, after all. Yuuji has one. Yuuji wasnât your first, either. But this is Megumi Fushiguro bearing himself to you. Heâs willing to let you hear him at his most intimate and vulnerable. And youâre crossing another line. Everything you do with him, every second you spend with him, is another betrayal against Yuuji.
âShow me how you like it.â you tell him.
He takes your hand in his and wraps it around his cock. His hand holds tightly onto yours as he demonstrates how tight he likes it and how fast he likes the strokes. He lets go and allows you to take over, hoping youâre capable of doing what heâs taught you. A slight whimper leaves him as you swipe your thumb over his dripping slit.
âMmm, leaking sâmuch Megumi.â
âI wonât last long, been needinâ to cum since I felt you on me last night.â he alerts you.
It only spurs you on. You use his precum to your advantage and lube up his cock with it. You even drool all over him for good measure. Itâs so erotic and lewd sounding as you begin to pump him furiously. The way his chest rises and stutters with each rub of your fist is so God damn dreamy. Seeing him so helpless and at the mercy of your touch is heavenly.
âKeep going, a lil faster,â he tells you. It doesnât go unnoticed how his hips start grinding into you. Itâs nice to know youâre equally as impatient when it comes to reaching your climax. âUnhhâ and âahhâ language escape him as you donât let up. Allowing him to fuck your fist as you meet his thrusts with ten times as much vigour.
âFuck, are you close? You look so pretty when you moan.â you tell him.
âShut up or youâll put me off. Tighter, squeeze it tighter. Ahâ f-uck oh, hnng.â he finishes. He squirts a copious amount of white, viscous cream which youâre more than happy to milk out of him. Every last drop as his cock flexes and shoots it out. It splashes up his abs and all over your hand. He uses his free hand to push your face into his by the crown of your head.
You straddle him as you kiss, uncaring of the mess between you as his cock begins to soften. Itâs a messy, drool filled kiss as your tongues tangle and you breathe against each other.
Into each other.
He carries you into the bathroom, still kissing all of the way there. He sits you down on the counter next to the sink as he undresses. As you wash your hands, he starts up the shower. He stands beside it for a while until it reaches a perfect temperature.
He grabs your wrist and pulls you towards him. He leads the two of you into the shower, allowing the water to warm you both.
He lathers shampoo and conditioner through your hair as you wash your body. You do the same for him, with great difficulty, as you stand on your tip toes so that you can wash his hair properly. You kiss under the water as the shower rinses away all of the suds.
He gets out before you, wrapping a towel around his waist and then holding one open for you to step into. You spend time with him sitting on top of your mattress with nothing but your towels protecting your bodies. He brushes your hair for you. You want to do the same for him, but you start falling asleep.
âYou canât sleep in your towel.â he reminds you. He walks away and returns just as quickly, the mattress sinking behind you once he takes his seat again. âHere, lift your arms,â you do, and youâre greeted to the soft texture of your purple, fluffy vest. âYouâve ruined your shorts. Were those the only pyjamas you bought?â
âUh,â you pause for a moment as you think, âyeah, they were. But I bought some sweatpants to travel home in. If Gojo is picking us up in the morning, Iâll just wear what I sleep in for the car ride home.â you explain. He gets up, rifling through your shopping bags until he finds them.
âUp.â
You stand to your feet, allowing the towel to drop and pool around your feet. This time, you donât care if he looks up while he dresses you. You step into the grey sweatpants one foot at a time and wait for him to pull them up your legs.
âThank you.â
âGet into bed, I need to get ready.â he almost snaps at you. You get cosy under the duvet and hold tightly onto Gerald.
You donât look at him while he changes his clothes. He has once again decided to forgo his t-shirt and wear matching sweatpants with you to bed. The sound of his bed creaking is like a stab in the heart.
You arenât sure what you had expected. He isnât yours and you arenât his. Youâre just classmates in a bad situation sharing a hotel room. He has his own bed and you have yours. You have a boyfriend, but he isnât here. It doesnât matter, though. You should only want whatâs yours. You shouldnât want anyone else. You shouldnât crave another manâs touch. And yetâ
âI need you, Megumi.â you speak quietly.
The words are simple and bland. Room for interpretation and nothing too specific. Do you want to fuck? Do you want a hug? It doesnât matter. You shouldnât need Megumi. But he knows exactly what you want. He gets out of his own bed and you feel a sense of relief when he joins you in yours. His arms wrap around your torso and he nuzzles his nose into your freshly washed hair that smells like cinnamon and toffee.
This town is a horror setting. This room is a mystery. Four walls that you hope will keep your scandalous secret.
Itâs all coming to an end, tomorrow.
â
The levels of regret you both feel are infinite. You think heâs been awake longer than you, but he didnât want to let go. You woke with his arm still wrapped around you, holding you close. Once you stirred, he rolled onto his back and stared at the ceiling. You did the same, endlessly entertained by the disgusting popcorn ceiling.
You didnât utter a word.
Nor did he.
You took turns using the bathroom to brush your teeth and get ready. The atmosphere is foul. Impossibly awkward and uncomfortable as you shuffle around each other and still canât find it in either of you to speak.
He doesnât even fill you in on whatâs happening with Gojo. He declines his calls and texts him instead so that he doesnât have to break his silence. He doesnât tell you when he arrives. He simply walks towards the exit and assumes you arenât dumb enough to stay behind.
Your hair is thrown into a bun and you are painfully aware of what a mess you are. Youâre holding Gerald under your arm and carrying your shopping bags in your hands all while struggling to close the hotel room door behind you. Megumi is way ahead of you, and you arenât sure whether you should bother trying to catch up.
You hand your room key to the receptionist. Thereâs barely enough energy in you to smile and say goodbye. Itâs even worse when you step outside. Gojo is standing with a cheesy grin on his face as he leans against his car.
âGood morning, you two. Letâs get you kiddos home, huh?â he smiles. He unlocks the trunk, and youâre appreciative when he rushes over to grab your bags for you.
It doesnât surprise you at all that Megumi takes shotgun. Youâre more than happy to sit in the backseat and watch the sky. Thereâs a generic, mundane radio station playing. Maybe even Gojo has a limit on energy in the mornings. Youâd half expected him to be playing something annoying just to piss you both off.
âHow was your weekend?â he asks the two of you.
âAwful, obviously.â
âAw donât be like that. This is a nice town, I bet you found something to do. Youâre just being sour because both Toji and I have lives outside of you. But Iâm here now, arenât I? Weâll be home in no time. Or maybe youâre just tired... up all night? Take a nap, Megumi.â
âW-What are you implying? Iââ
âHe knows I do drugs, OâKeeffe, relax. Couldnât even do that in peace because of princess buzzkill back there.â
You swallow your tongue and decide to keep silent for the remainder of the journey from that point on. Your eyes are watering but you just about manage to hold it together.
Youâre sitting directly behind him, it seemed like the lesser of two evils. But he can see you in the side mirror of the car. Youâre wrestling with your conscience and the enormous mistake you made together. You jump a little when you hear your phone ping. You hadnât expected to hear from anyone today and you begin to pray that it isnât one of your parents.
Hopefully just a stupid spam email.
It's Megumi.
You donât remember giving him your number. He must have done it when you were sleeping, or high.
Megumi: Why did you make things weird? You: I didnât. You gave me the silent treatment. Megumi: Sure. What now? You: Donât.
âAre you texting Yuuji? I havenât heard from him since he left. I know itâs only been a week but itâs weird.â Gojo speaks directly to you.
And that is what does you in.
The fact that your boyfriend hadnât even been gone an entire week before you decided to fool around with someone else.
Someone worse.
Someone who used to be his best friend.
Gojo looks alarmed as you burst into tears, almost slamming the breaks to figure out what happened. Megumi just huffs, though, making him think it isnât that serious.
âIâm sure Iâm wrong but, Iâm picking up an odd vibe. Iâm usually pretty perceptive butââ
âGojo shut up. Iâm not in the mood and sheâs fucking crying, whatever you wanna say just say it instead of doing your annoying step-dad shtick.â Megumi barks, eyes scrunching as he immediately faces the window to avoid making eye contact with Gojo.
âAlright, alright. Grumpy. I wasnât going to say anything. Sorry for making you cry, sweetheart. I shouldnât have assumed it was him. Itâs gotta be tough being without him. Iâm sorry, really. And Iâm still around for whatever you need.â he tells you.
âT-Thanks Gojo, appreciate it.â
Itâs silent for a while. A surprisingly long time given that youâre in a car with someone as insufferable and annoying as Satoru Gojo. Heâs a nice guy, you think. But God does he know how to press peopleâs buttons.
âThough Iâm sure you two hooking up probably took the edge off missing him so much.â
âMegumi, you told him?!â
âYou just told him, you idiot.â
Your eyes hold shut as you replay what you just did. The oldest trick in the God damn book and you fucking fell for it. So much for your secret staying between those four walls. You arenât sure if your heart has stopped beating or is beating too fast for you to register. Itâs all over, now. Heâs going to tell Yuuji and youâre going to lose him.
Youâre going to lose everything.
âOh-ho! That actually worked, I canât believe it. I knew you had a thing for one of the Fushiguroâs. So you guys⊠did you fuck?â
âNo!â you objects instantly.
âWe gave each other handjobs.â Megumi tells him.
âMegumi!â
âYou opened your big mouth so may as well set him straight,â Megumi snips at you. âI convinced her to get high and the E made us stupid. She loves Yuuji, it was a mistake on both parts.â
âGojo, please, I know Yuuji is one of your closest friends butââ
âItâs really none of my business. Youâre both fun to annoy so I play around. But secrets arenât mine to tell. Iâm not going to interfere with your relationship, itâs not my place. Iâm sure each of you had your reasons.â
âHeâs good at keeping secrets, one of the best things about him. Unless theyâre about my dad, any chance to get him into shit.â
âThatâs because I hate Toji,â he laughs. âAnd he hates me. That, however, is irrelevant. Iâll take this to my grave for everyoneâs sake. Iâve never done drugs so Iâm inclined to believe you both were acting out of character because of it. Especially if itâs new for you, sweetheart.â
âI canâtâ I really canât thank you enough, Iââ
âThat being said,â he interrupts, holding up a finger to silence you both so he can speak. âI donât believe for a second there isnât something brewing between you. Tensions are high, I could hear it through the phone when you called me. Youâve opened Pandoraâs box and whether it was a mistake or not, thereâs a connection between you now that will keep bringing you back together. Deny it all you like, but what happened wonât be a one-time thing. Just be careful, thereâs gonna be some heartbreak down the line.â
A deathly silence falls upon the car. Neither you nor Megumi know what to say to him. Your eyes find each other's in the side mirror but you quickly avert your stare as you focus on the clouds in the sky instead.
Thereâs no way you can let yourself fall into a pattern of seeking comfort in Megumi while Yuuji is away.
It was one mistake.
People make mistakes all of the time. People bounce back from their mistakes, too! You canât be with him again. Maybe you need to cut him off for good. Itâs not like you canât trust yourself around Megumi. But being near him knowing what you did is going to be a heavy burden of guilt to bear.
Of all of the things heâs done, this has got to be the worst. You know itâs your fault too. You know you could have said no at any point. But youâre sure if he didnât insist on getting you high it wouldnât have happened.
You hate him.
You fucking hate him.
Heâs like a tornado going above and beyond to destroy everything. How you could let yourself see humanity and kindness in him is embarrassing.
Itâs humiliating that you let yourself trust him. You fell for him this weekend. You fell for the idea that he could be something he isnât.
Normal.
Heâs evil, plain and simple. This was a calculated move. A pre-planned scheme to really destroy you in the worst way possible. And you only have yourself to blame.
Youâre the one who let him.
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A forthcoming law that will force the closure of supervised drug consumption sites near schools and daycares will also affect sites in Toronto homeless shelters, the province confirmed to CBC News. Last week, Premier Doug Ford's government said it would ban supervised consumption sites â which allow people to inject, snort or otherwise take street drugs under supervision to reduce the risk of overdose â within 200 metres of schools and child-care centres. In total, 10 facilities across the province will be forced to stop providing these services by the end of March 2025. Five of them are in Toronto. While no homeless shelters were included on the list, a spokesperson for the provincial health ministry told CBC Toronto that sites within homeless shelters will also have to close.
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#supervised consumption sites#homelessness#supervised drug consumption#doug ford#drugs#tw drugs#drug abuse#cdnpoli#canadian news#canada#canadian politics#ontario#toronto
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anti consumption sounds like a great philosophy until the mood stabilizers stop working
#anti consumerism#anti consumption#anti capitalism#consumerism#zero waste#environment#sustainability#no ethical consumption under capitalism#mood stabilizers#lithium#mood disorder#psychiatric medication#borderline personality disorder#bpd#bpd meme#actually bpd#actually psychotic#cw drugs#cw psychiatry#cw mood stabilizers#cw medication#cw mania#bipolar#bipolar disorder
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getous entire story is such a perfect allegory for addiction and i think about it every day btw.
#aristotle.txt#drugs cw#addiction cw#like. down to the wire#the feeling of helplessness and hopeless#the disgust the remorse being unable to tear yourself away feeling like your falling behind#abandoning greater society the desperation#his entire metaphor about the consumption of curses and the disgust in the ritual..... its so there#i cant write this because i like to write healing stuff and i think the tone of this one would be very#difficult to write unless i wrote it with him in his sobriety which is possible. but its So Personal. like JKFDHJS#it would therapize me in the worst way known to man#the oliver fic is much more attainable so i may write it someday but hes not going to be likeable in it at all KJSDFHKSD
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suffered through the Bad Texture edibles im so brave
#itâs storming my body is losing its shit#my weed consumption is up 2-3x whatâs been my daily dose for months#mac.txt#drugs
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