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hellooo, everyone! i hope all of y'all are having a good day so far... because i am here to once again lore dump on all of you all, which i apologize in advance for. but to expand more on that part in my doc where i wrote that one of misao's weaknesses is that she has an addictive personality, i mean that she is a 'love junkie' so-to-speak â and when i say that, i mean that she is very much an adrenaline seeker and/or actively seeks out adventure, which translates into her having this ongoing search for the dopamine rush that comes with starting a new relationship with someone. and whenever the original infatuation misao sometimes feels towards other people 'fades' ( since she has a fear of getting too close to someone and then having them abandon her... she often times will not allow herself to actually consider the possibility of getting into a deeper, more intimate relationship with someone, and stays stuck being in this phase where she's in love with this person in question but not in LOVE love with them if you catch my drift ) , for lack of better words, thing's go on to crash and burn because there wasn't enough of an emotional connection between them to keep the relationship they have going.
then misao is likely to just go look elsewhere for a new 'crush' or infatuation afterward; when, confronting herself as to why she is afraid of commitment and why she keeps on finding herself running from a relationship whenever she starts feeling even a bit 'too comfortable' around them, would probably be the best thing for her in reality. however... misao isn't really in a good place mentally in her current arc, so i feel as if it'll take a while for her to even acknowledge that this is indeed kind of a concerning behavior of hers. but i also meant that she has an ' addictive personality ' in other ways as well. like, i'm not going to lie, misao does overspend and could probably be considered as a ' shopaholic. ' and this behavior could have some linkage to her past seeing as she didn't have a lot as a child; not to say that anyone is at fault for that, of course. i just feel like misao feels this subconscious need to want to get things she likes the second she sees them now because she has the necessary resources to get them now ( which would be money, in this case ) when she didn't have them before. and the fact that buying something gives her this sense of instant gratification doesn't really help her case if i'm being honest. so, you could also definitely say that misao has a bit of trouble with controlling her impulses as well.
and speaking of impulses, there was also a time where misao very much overindulged in alcohol, particularly when she was still in japan + traveling with the japanese pirates that i had talked about a bit in one of my previous posts. this couldn't just be attributed to how abundant it was on the ship though; it also served as an unhealthy coping mechanism for her after her mother died and misao felt both like she was going nowhere in life + like she could go anywhere she wanted at the same time. the best way i could describe why misao felt like this was because she had never had that amount of freedom before in her life and that was quite the intimidating as well as somewhat harrowing thing to her to have to deal with. because although she might've felt alone before, misao did have her little half-brother with her and her mother, as well. but now she was running off with a bunch of pirates that she didn't know and although that part of her that craves adventure was very much satiated by this; pirates can honestly be very terrifying people.
though, once she had fallen in love with reika, thing's had certainly changed for her in a way. however... it couldn't erase that underlying emptiness that she felt in her heart at the time that was making her ask herself questions like ' why are you doing this? shouldn't you be doing something else, like taking care of ryu, for example? ' but misao kind of got swept away in all of the freedom she felt in the end ( which, she admittedly felt a bit selfish for ) , i think, and so these thoughts just started getting buried in the back of her mind. especially when they were coupled with alcohol. killing also provides her with a thrill, but she knows she has to be more careful now with when / where she does it. so that has kind of discouraged her from using it as an outlet in which she can seek her adrenaline rushes through... but yeah. i hoped y'all liked this little drabble of mine, though i know that it was actually super long and not actually ' little ' at all LOLLL.
#SOMETIMES AGAINST ALL LOGIC WE HOPE: headcanons.#NO SLEEP OF THE INNOCENT. NOT FOR YOU: character study.#ALL POWER DEMANDS PAIN AND SACRIFICE: musings.#tw: alcohol abuse.#tw: general talk of addiction.#tw: brief mention of the feeling of there being this inner emptiness / existential dread.#tw: mentions of murder.#so all in all... if you are to take anything from this since i know it is pretty long it's that misao is VERY MUCH a thrill seeker.#and she will literally get into these flings with people but as soon as either SHE or they get ' too close to her '...#she is jumping ship unfortunately đ because it takes a lot to get misao to trust someone enough to share her-#true feelings with them and open her heart to them. and i mean a LOT a lot lolll#but anyhow i hoped y'all liked this one!!
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Iâve seen some art with the line âthe future is plural!â
I hope it isnât.
More systems means more abused kids.
#actually traumagenic#traumagenic system#anti endo#did osdd#osddid#actually did#did art#vent art#tw gun#tw cigarettes#tw alcohol#tw implied abuse#shatteredsys#the future is plural
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Baby I Know How To Use a Gun (đąđđ.. đđČđ«)
â§Ë*Â°àż : 18+ only, no minors.  â§. â âtoxic!megumi fushiguro x f!reader
Genre: smut Notes: this concept has been making me insane for WEEKS I just had to get it down, it's icky as usual = bon apetit Ëââ§ê°á â à»ê± â§âË p.s. i dont know anything abt guns uwu Warnings: 18+, dubcon, vaginal sex, alcohol consumption, cheating, toxic!relationship (they are both toxic af), gaslighting, manipulation, coercion, co-dependency, gun inaccuracies (probably), gunplay ⥠physical abuse?, pussy drunk!megumi, choking, dacryphilia, daddy!kink, bruising âĄ, spanking, masochism, minor dildo use, fingering, dumbifcation, pussy spanks, scratching, breeding kink, calls your pussy âsheâ. Words: 8k (I'm so sorry)
part of my toxic lovers collab
Nothing bothers you when youâre with Megumi. Itâs impossible to feel any emotion besides pure, unadulterated lust whenever heâs with you. You were always such a prude before him. Absolutely disgusted whenever youâd see a couple hold hands or peck each other on the cheek.
It made your skin crawl when you saw couples kiss with tongue.
But heâs turned you into something you hate. You donât care if youâre sitting with a group of friends, you couldnât stop yourself from straddling him and basically dry fucking his thigh while making out with him. And it was worse when you drank.
So here you are now, in the back of a taxi on the way home from a mutual friendâs party. You havenât seen Megumi in two days after a particularly vicious fight. Youâd think an invisible force was driving the taxi, the way youâre kissing and wriggling around for him. Youâve rolled your hips so much that the uncomfortable driver can see a tease of white cotton between your legs under your little cocktail dress.
Megumiâs mouth is wet. A combination of sticky lip gloss and a mixture of salivaâs. He pulls away from kissing you every so often just to hear you whisper desperately for the feeling to return. He pulls little moans from you as he teases between your sodden folds.
âKnew youâd miss this dick too much to say no.â he grins before kissing you more. You laugh into it, not an ounce of remorse or regret behind it as you feel him against you. âSay you missed me. Tell daddy you missed âim.â he demands, grunting against you.
You ignore him, trying to shut him up with a kiss. A perfectly manicured hand traverses from his shoulder to his thigh, a subtle tease to distract him. A noble attempt results in failure when he stops playing with you and grabs your wandering wrist.
âTell me.â
You avert your eyes, deciding to look out of the window while wiping the spit and gloss from your chin. He watches you, carefully, eye twitching as he tries to deduce what youâre keeping from him. A finger presses into that soft flesh of your cheek bending quickly and forcing you to face him yet again.
âWhat are you hiding?â he asks, the friendly lilt behind his voice being betrayed by the unamused sneering smile on his face. âWho did you fuck?â
âNone of yourââ
âJust tell me, you know youâre going to fucking spill so just do it now.â he instructs. You hear an amused scoff from him as you cross your arms petulantly and pout like a child who isnât allowed a toy from the store. His face gets closer to yours, but youâve already had enough of him. Itâs been two days and you thought you were gonna die if you didnât see him. But a few minutes in a taxi has reminded you why you didnât want to see him in the first place. âDid he at least make you cum?â he whispers into your ear.
A soft breath leaves you as his hand slithers down your stomach and under the hem of your dress. You want to protest as you feel him prodding over the damp spot of your panties, but your mouth turns dry. Words turn to ash as he repeatedly tortures you with featherlight touches against your clit.
âHm? Did your new little boyfriend make this pussy cum?â he wonders, voice a lecherous buzz that vibrates from your ear to your cunt. You fucking hate him. You canât stand how difficult it is to stay true to your morals and self-respect when he knows every single square inch of your body and exactly which titillating button to press. âMmm, bet he didnât. Bet he couldnât. âcause she only listens to me.â
âMegsâŠâ you groan. Your hips involuntarily rolling up into his touch. The teasing barely there presses making your mind hazy, your body instinctively chases for more as the touch feels less and less the harder you buck. âD-Donât stop, Meguââ
He softly kisses your lips to silence you, still refusing to continue touching you properly. You moan, a chaste sound as his lips stray from yours to kiss along your jaw like he loves you. He sucks at your neck like a fucking vampire before alternating to those sweet kisses again. You hate him, you hate that heâs trying to be something heâs not to get you to tell him your secret.
These kisses are so fucking sickly, like a stranger is forcing himself inside of your skin with each delicate press against your neck. And itâs making your teeth rot. Youâre a stupid girl. His stupid girl because youâre falling for it. Your candy-coated tongue is loosening and preparing to bare your entire fucking soul to him so long as he keeps touching you and giving you your sugar fix.
His hand holds your waist, a weight for himself more than you. Two whole days away from your perfect cunt has been hell for him, and not being able to touch you is a fate worse than death. He wants to tease your pressure points until youâre dying for him. He wants your every breath to be agonising without him.
Without seeing him.
Without feeling him.
Without breathing him.
He needs your every thought and whim to be aching for him and him alone. So, he needs to control himself. By showing restraint and fighting his primal urge to make your pussy fucking purr for him, heâs keeping his hand on your waist.
You smirk as he decorates your neck in bruises, you feel the sickening smile sprawling across his fucking face. And again, you want to protest, you want to tell him what you think of him and how much you canât stand him. But when his hand begins another journey, you canât. You canât as your body jolts into his touch as his fingertips tickle your ribs. They donât stop, teasing traces of his finger cover your body despite being clothed.
How can such a light touch feel so powerful?
You try to stifle yourself as he cups your breast, the flesh and swollen nipple are exposed thanks to your decision to forgo a bra. You still have your dignity, Megumi isnât that perverse to allow this random old driver the honour of seeing your tits.
Youâre just that weak.
Theyâre covered, entirely, and still his rubbing and tweaking are too much for you. Your attempt to bite your lip is just that. An attempt. A feeble attempt to withhold your pleasure from him which only ends in you mewling harder for him. Your heavy, lust-filled breaths fill the cab as he rubs his thumb slowly back and forth over your nipple. His teeth bite and kiss at your jawline once more, albeit he is barely present either. Heâs almost as fucked out as you are, he canât silence his pleasure. His breathing heavier than you know it to be. His eyes lidded heavier than theyâve ever been.
âYuujiââ you pant, your body is limp in the back seat as he feels you up. His fingers dig into the supple flesh of your thigh as he kisses your neck and sinks his head until he reaches the top of your breast. âDid you hear mâ ow! Megumi!â
âShut up.â he chides. He sank his teeth into your tit before speaking.
You stare into his emerald eyes as you contemplate his next move. Thatâs the one bad thing about being with Megumi.
Thatâs a lie, thereâs a lot of bad things, you just choose to ignore them.
But you know youâll never be as clever as he is. Youâll never be able to fully read him like he does you. He knows every move youâre going to make before youâve made it. He can read you like a book and it fucking scares you.
âYuuji couldnât make you cum⊠you wanna know why?â he asks, his thumb strokes your earlobe between gentle pulls. Itâs too sweet again, you think. Thereâs no way heâs this calm after finding out you fucked his best friend. Heâs always been jealous. You think heâs just possessive but deep down you should know the truth. Heâs scared youâll leave him. Heâs insecure and that is why he makes such a show of making it known that you are his.
âWhyâŠâ is all you can think to say. And he smiles at that. His fingers no longer toying with your ear. The way his fingers draw along your skin makes your hair stand on end. He feels no sympathy as he sees your arm breakout in goosebumps despite knowing he is the cause. And he feels even less as he wraps his hand around your pretty little throat.
He squeezes tight.
Tighter.
Tighter.
âBecause you donât belong to Yuuji. You belong to me.â he tells you, his grip is bruising. His teeth are bared as he feels your pathetic pawing, desperately trying to pull his fingers from your neck.
Heâs going to kill you, you think. His voice full of vitriol and malice as he effortlessly wrings the life out of you with one hand. And the taxi driver doesnât care. He doesnât want to intervene because it isnât his place.
A lovers quarrel.
Thatâs what he must think. You were all over each other a moment ago after all, maybe youâre just a slut who likes it a little rough.
You are, but thatâs besides the point.
He probably doesnât want to risk sticking his nose in and getting more involved than he needs to be. You know yourself that Megumi doesnât care. Heâd only tell him to mind his own fucking business.
âYou think I didnât know?â he whispers, his breath warming the shell of your ear as he doesnât let up. âYou reek like him⊠you smell like a fucking whore.â his words, his tone, his breath all dripped with virulence. He lets go of you, practically throwing you to the other side of the taxi as tears spill over your cheeks.
You wipe them, quickly, but the damage is done. The way youâre sniffling and trying to do damage control to your perfectly done makeup is nauseating to him. Silence fills the taxi and the air is thick. You roll down a window, the cold air lashes against your face and dries your tears as you wait to reach your destination.
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The car pulls up outside of your apartment. You barely wait for him to come to a stop before you open the door and rush out to open the security door. The bite in the winter air has you trembling as you fiddle with your keys. The little dress and lack of coat certainly wasnât a wise choice, but youâll always place looking hot ahead of being practical.
But in truth, the weather isnât the sole culprit. Itâs barely bothering you, honestly. Megumiâs casual callousness and unyielding grip around your throat are what has you shaken up. Itâs not the first time heâs choked you and you doubt itâll be the last. But itâs the first time youâve ever seen him do it with that look in his eye. A look that told you how little you mean to him. How unfazed he would be if you died by his hand.
Youâre wrong, though. While youâre fiddling with your keys Megumi pays the driver. He tips him a fair amount and then follows you out, approaching slowly as he waits for you to open the door. His eyes werenât cold because you mean nothing to him, itâs the opposite. You are everything to him. Why do you think heâs being so cruel to you? To get it through that pretty little skull.
âYou didnât answer me, princess.â he tells you, and by now you donât even know what heâs talking about. âDid you think you could fuck anybody and I wouldnât find out? I always do.â
âShut up.â you tell him, though itâs quiet and meek. Your usual bravado and confidence lodged in your dry throat. You finally slot the key in the hole and turn it, allowing him to enter with you. âYou said it yourself⊠I was always going to tell you I fucked him.â
He scoffs, watching you climb the stairs. Even now he has no shame. Heâs unable to stop himself peaking up your dress to see your panties riding up your ass as you walk. You can be as mad at him as you like, you both know youâre too weak to say no to him.
He follows, eventually, catching up with ease. You allow him to take the key from you and walk ahead, unlocking the door like itâs his apartment. It may as well be, he spends so much time here after all. Most of his things are here, youâre here. Though heâs been banished for the last few days to stay at his dadâs house after your latest fight.
The door opens and he makes himself at home. He collapses onto the couch, kicking his feet up onto the coffee table and crosses one ankle over the other. You go inside, slowly, locking the door behind you and looking at him suspiciously.
â⊠What are you doing? I know you arenât here for a fucking movie night, Megs, are we going to bed or not?â
âNo. Weâve gotta talk first.â he tells you. You roll your eyes and leave him alone to walk to your bedroom. He sighs, annoyed, following you. âBack to being a brat? You only fuckinâ behave yourself when I make you cum.â
âFuck you.â you sigh. âWhat is there to talk about?â
âYou cheating on me with my best friend springs to mind, baby. We should probably clear that up, shouldnât we?â heâs talking like it was a silly misunderstanding. Like you almost walked away with his suitcase at the airport that just so happens to be identical to yours. But nothing you do will ever match up to what he does. You can go low; but thereâs no sight to the depths heâll stoop to.
âFuck! You!â you tell him, pointing your finger in his face like you always do when youâve had too much vodka. âYou are the reason I donât have any friends anymore because you fucked them all! I broke up with you when I fucked Yuuji so whoever I fuck in that time is none of your business. Iââ
âBabyââ
âNo, shut up. I forgave you every single time you fucking cheated on me because Iâm an idiot and I love you. So, stop talking about Yuuji, it doesnât matter. We werenât together. In fact, we still arenât! You should count yourself fucking lucky that Iâm even giving you the chance to fuck me tonight.â
He walks to you, slowly, and you donât have the energy to be a brat anymore. You let him get closer and closer until youâre looking up into his eyes while his hand rests on your hip and the other cups your cheek. His head tilts, and your eyes instinctively flutter closed as his lips press against yours.
âI know âm lucky, princess. Missed you so much baby.â he tells you before deepening the kiss.
Youâre too weak to be with a man like him and expect to be anything but a plaything. The hand lingering on your hip wraps around your back before down to your ass. The pudgy softness of your ass swells between his fingers, the white material of your dress warming his hands as he grips you roughly. He smirks against your lips before landing a harsh smack against your supple flesh. The yelp he extracts from you is fucking delectable. He could quite happily gorge himself on the sound and make it his life essence until the end of time.
âDaddy missed his perfect girl ân her perfect pussy⊠didnât even fuck anyone else. No one compares to you, yâknow?â he tells you quietly, almost like itâs a secret only meant for you to hear. He hikes up your leg so itâs settled around his waist, your other instinctively follows so that youâre completely in his hold. He walks you to the bed, his mouth suffocating yours and you canât think of a single coherent thought as your brain feels starved of oxygen.
You giggle as you fall onto the bed, your shoulder blades against the mattress while he presses his weight fully on top of yours. He keeps a thigh between both of yours, and he revels in how pathetically youâre rutting your hips against it just to satiate the slightest bit of tension formulating at your core because of him.
Your arms wrap around his neck and you slip your tongue into his mouth. The moaning sounds trapped in your throat break free and he devours them as he feels you up in every way he can to make your mind dizzy and drunker than vodka could ever make you.
âDo you believe me?â he asks, breaking the kiss to see how needy you are. Your eyes give you away in an instant, filling with water the minute he pulls away. You feel so in love with him when you have your arms around him like this. When heâs caging you in like youâre his property.
You are.
Thatâs how he sees you, and thatâs how he makes you feel.
No matter how dehumanising or fucked up, you just donât care. You wouldnât want to belong to anyone but him, anyone. And isnât this what the main goal in life is? To find your person? To fall in love and be adored so wholly it makes you insane?
You feel that with him.
He feels that with you.
âN-NoâŠâ you confess. You arenât scared of him; you never really have been. Youâre scared of what he can do to you. Youâre terrified of how strong he is and how unyielding he is in his pursuit of having all that he wants in the world with a cherry on top for presentation. But he doesnât scare you, not really. Not enough to hide how you really feel. âWhy would I believe you when youâve cheated so much?â you ask.
Heâs a little surprised by your brazenness and resolve. Usually with a little kissing and humping you stop caring about what kind of a person he is and what heâs done to you in the past. You arenât scared; but youâre making him feel fear.
âMmm, baby. You really need to cum, hah? Is that why youâre beinâ so dumb fâme? Canât think because you need to cream for daddyâŠâ he insults you with ease, and your brows knot into a bemused frown. âAwe⊠youâre sâcute when youâre confused, baby. Jusâ let me touch you, donât think too hard. I forgive ya.â
âW-Wha?â you hum, the determination to continue questioning him falls silent as he pushes your panties into the crease of your thigh. The breeze rolling through the open window causing a shiver to roll through you and truly feel the difference between your freezing body and the sopping warmth betwixt your thighs.
âYou said you didnât cheat when you fucked Yuuji. So how can I cheat if I fucked other girls at the same time?â he asks. âI didnât, though,â he spreads your pussy lips open and collects the ever-dampening slick on his fingers. He buries his head beside yours, kissing and breathing against your ear as he swipes softly over your throbbing clit.
âBut youââ
âI fucked my fist ân thought of you.â he whispers, his fingers not stopping the lackadaisical stroking. âWhenever I got hard⊠jusâ thought of your pretty cunt swallowinâ me and made myself cum so fast. Looked through your Insta feed ân your selfies, imagined cumming all over your face.â
âFuck.â you keen, hips bucking wildly in search of more pleasure than his modest touches. You fully wrap your arms around him, kissing him passionately and he begins to pick up the pace. âI love you.â you mumble, like the pathetic person you are. He grins and bites your lower lip before kissing you deeply.
Heâs got you right where he wants you.
âI love you, baby.â he confesses, though youâll never know if he really means it. Maybe he loves fucking you and loves having a pretty little trophy on his arm to call his and show off to his friends. Maybe he loves the idea of you and what you can do for him in terms of looks and status.
But is he in love with you?
You can only hope.
All you can do is hope he never lies to you. He never hides his cheating from you, you think heâs always honest with you so is it possible he can actually love you when he says he does? Itâs enough to make you cry. Knowing that youâll never really know makes you feel sick with an excruciating desire to make him.
You have to be his perfect girl.
You have to take all of the negatives that come with loving Megumi Fushiguro.
He stands above you on his knees, reaching over you to grab some pillows to place under your hips. You wriggle and squirm in his absence, awaiting his return to you. But you forgot about the pillows. Your head snaps in the direction heâs reaching as he picks up the two nearest pillows to him. Any attempt to object would be fruitless now that youâre too late.
Your body fills with heat and shame as he lifts the pillows to see a purple, silicone dildo beneath where they once were. The laugh that escapes him is boisterous as he looks between you and the toy. You shield your face with your hands, almost ready to cry, and his laughing doesnât cease.
âThis is pathetic, princess. Did you even fuck Yuuji? Or did you just spend the last two days riding this stupid thing?â
âI fucked him!â you protest. You reach to grab the purple dildo from his hand but heâs too fast for you, still far too amused by this discovery to let up on teasing you. âHe did make me cum, by the wayââ
âYou are a fucking liar.â he snorts. âBet ya hurried him out of here so fast so that you could stuff this purple cock up yourself and pretend it was daddy fuckinâ you. Bet you were tryinâ so hard to cum and you couldnât.â
âI hate you.â you sniff, attempting to grab the toy once more to no avail.
âYou just told me you love me. So again, youâre fuckinâ lying to me, princess.â he continues.
You feel his body press against yours once more as he cages you in. You just watch him and prepare for whatever heâs about to do. Thereâs no point in trying to fight him when you know youâll always lose. You cringe, slightly, as he starts to trace the tip of the cock over your swollen lips. His own mouth widens, a silent action, heâs coaxing you to mirror. And perfectly, you do.
Youâre almost certain you see a heart-shaped twinkle in his eye as he softly pokes it in and out of your mouth, enamoured by the way your tongue instinctively swirls around it. You see more of his sharp canines the further he pushes it in. And itâs a full-blown snarl as he shoves it down your throat until youâre sputtering.
âI fucking hate you!â you yell and grab the toy quicker than heâd anticipated, snatching it from his grasp. âGet off me, now.â you command, pushing him off you. You know he let you when he moves away effortlessly. If he wanted to keep you trapped, he would.
âYouâre so easy to tease.â he smiles.
You ignore him completely as you stand up. He watches you intently as you pull open the second drawer of your nightstand so hard the entire cabinet shakes. He tries to steal a peak of whatever other treasures you might be hiding in there, but you kick it closed before he can torment you any further.
âAwe, youâre no fun. Not gonna let daddy see what other toys arenât good enough? Can show you how to use âem when youâre missing me.â he grins, he gets closer to you. Close enough to smooth his hands over your sides as you glare down furiously at him. You grab his hands, basically throwing them back at him.
âYou are such a dick all of the time. I actually canât stand you; I hate you.â you tell him, knowing yourself itâs a weak response even for you.
âYouâre always such a good fuck when youâre pissed off.â he smirks, he takes off his shirt and throws it aside. You do your best to keep eye contact with him, not wanting to let your eyes wander and rake over his chiselled body. He sees you steal a few glances; he knew you wouldnât be able to resist. âStop beinâ such a brat. Donât be embarrassed, daddy thinks itâs cute that you touch yourself.â
A black silhouette in the drawer is stuck in your mind. Despite your cunt growing wetter and your thoughts becoming cloudy, you can think of nothing else. He is a dick. And part of you does fucking hate him. So, you open the drawer again. He doesnât watch you, this time, heâs more focused on reading your body language now. What are you thinking? Whatâs on your mind?
ââm really pissed off, daddy.â you tell him with confidence. His body stiffens like a corpse as you pull a gun from the cabinet. A Glock 40. He does all he can to maintain his composure, to remain control of the situation and of you. But itâs clear heâs worried. Heâs never seen you like this before, ever.
But he knows you. He knows what youâre thinking before you even do. He can read every little muscle pulling on your face. It doesnât matter if youâre trying to look angry, he knows what you look like when youâre really angry. Youâre pissed, sure, but you certainly arenât capable of doing any real damage with that thing. Not on purpose, anyway. And definitely not with the way your hands are fucking trembling.
âYou gonna kill me, baby?â he asks.
âI might.â you tell him, you can feel the way your hands are shaking while gripping onto the gun. Thereâs no question heâs noticed, too. Youâve made a declaration by standing here like this, willing to toy with his life as well as your own. You canât just put it away and pretend nothing happened, you need to make some kind of statement or youâll never here the end of it.
Heâll ridicule you âtil his dying breath.
âHow?â he asks, getting closer to you. You back away, but youâre against the wall before you know it. He sits on the edge of the bed, his feet planted firmly against the ground so you know he can lunge at any moment.
âIâll shoot youâŠâ you speak, he hears an unintentional warble in your voice, and you can see the fucking smirk stretching across his face at the sound. You fucked up, he knows you donât have it in you. But heâs probably known the whole time.
He grabs your wrist, and you yelp. Your eyes widen in horror as he moves your hands so that the gun is aimed at his chest.
His heart.
âHere?â he asks, and itâs so casual, you think you might throw up. You want to protest, to snatch your hands away and tell him to stop being so stupid. But you canât, you canât give into his mind games now. You canât. Your hands are tremoring as he moves the gun again, resting it right between his eyes. âHm⊠here? Probably the quickest. Wonât leave much mess if it gets stuck in my brain.â he explains.
âStop it.â you mutter, he can feel the way your hands are trying to get free from his hold but heâs much too strong. âIâm s-sorry, stop it, please.â
âCould make me swallow a bullet too, but I donât think youâre gonna shoot me anywhere.â he smiles, forcing you to aim at his perfect, gleaming teeth. âWhere the fuck did you get this anyway? You really are stupid.â
âMy dad gave it to me!â you inform him, and youâre aiming at him with new courage and will. âI know how to use it; I have a license.â
âYour pussyof a dad got you this?â he laughs.
You shove the gun against his teeth, not taking kindly to him insulting your father unprovoked. He looks up at you with a heavy-lidded gaze, heâs never been so attracted to you, really. Seeing you do all you can to stand up to him but both of you ultimately knowing you will never truly be a match for him, itâs quite interesting. Arousing, even.
He widens his mouth, allowing you to slot the black chamber between rows of white. The blinding contrast is almost enough to make you consider what youâre doing. Are you sure you want to do this? You are dangling his life in your quivering hands, after all.
âI should make you choke on this.â you whimper a little, a tear finally rolling down your cheek and giving your true cowardice away. You arenât going to hide it this time. Thereâs no point in trying to clear away what heâs already seen. And you have no intention of holding a gun with just one hand when youâre already so shaken up.
He grabs your wrist, shocking you, but you donât falter. You watch him carefully as he sinks his mouth down the chamber until it hits the back of his throat.
You hate him.
You hate how easily he can take any ounce of power you feel over him and turn it to nothing but a grandiose idea. A fleeting thought that you could make him tremble and weep before you. Maybe even apologise and promise to change because heâs the one scared of you for a change. But you should have known heâd never let you have that over him.
Hell, he wonât even let you embarrass him.
âI should fucking kill you.â you start to cry, thinking back to how heâs treated you tonight alone. He hasnât even broken a fucking sweat. You thought you might be able to humiliate him like this. Making him choke and sputter around the gun like heâd made you with the dildo, just to see heat sear through you and add to the already burning shame you felt having been caught.
But instead, you watch him as he takes the gun as far as he possibly can. His stare is still lidded and hazy with lust and adoration for you. He does it a few times, repeatedly, and somehow still with a fucking smirk on his face.
He holds your hands still, pulling away from the gun as an obscene amount of drool pours from his mouth and down his chin. And then, he finally does begin to hack up choking breaths. Despite it being almost entirely on his terms, the feeling of cold, hard polymer clogging up his airways proved to be too much for even him to withstand for too long.
âDid you really think you could embarrass me like that?â he asks, sincerely. âYou really are pathetic.â
âMegumi Iââ
âGood thing youâre daddyâs stupid little girl, my pretty liâl airhead.â he grins, snatching the gun away from you. Your back slides down against the wall as you watch him fiddle with the gun, pulling out the magazine with a sadistic fucking snarl on his face. âThe safety was on the whole time. And there arenât even any bullets in here. Youâre sâfucking stupid. Itâs adorable.â
âI canât do this anymore.â you sob into your hands. He watches you for a moment, not an inkling of remorse lingering in his body as he sees you crying inconsolably. You feel his fingers dig into your arms and pull you towards him.
Quiet protests die the instant he throws you down onto the bed. Youâre underneath him once again, but you feel even more trapped as he shows no intention of letting go of the gun. He aims it between your eyes and you canât stop crying.
His choking was unrelenting in the taxi.
And now he has a weapon that could end your life in an instant.
But would he? Is he capable?
âIâm sorry⊠I love you, Iâm sorry. Iâm sorry.â you weep, you donât think youâve ever cried so loudly or so hard in your life. You wouldnât be surprised if a vein was bulging in your forehead, and you can without a doubt feeling a migraine bursting through your brain. But you canât stop, you canât stop crying. âMegumi I love you, Iâm sorry.â
You know itâs empty and you know the safety is on because he told you so. And Megumi is always honest with you, isnât he? And still, youâre panicking. Youâre worried that heâll pull the trigger and somehow wills a bullet into existence simply because he often gets what he wants in life.
He keeps the gun aimed at you until your head is resting on the pillows still remaining against your headboard. Heâs donning a facial expression youâve never seen from him before. A stoic yet somehow manic stare as he watches you cry and plead for your life beneath him like heâs some sort of God.
His expression doesnât falter as he turns the gun and aims it at his temple. Youâre screaming now. You dread to think what your neighbours think. Itâs not like theyâve never heard you two fighting and fucking before, but it must be concerning for them to hear.
âMegumi Iâm sorry! Please!â you wail, fear stabbing through you as you see him begin to shake. You close your eyes, expecting the worst yet still begging with him to see sense and stop this.
He lowers the gun again, his eyes wander to follow it as he drags the cold weapon between your clothed tits and down your body. You shudder as you feel him use it to move up your dress and exposes your still bare cunt, having not moved your panties back into place.
You feel the chilled polymer dip between your folds.
âP-PleaseâŠâ you beg, hoping he wonât put it in you. Your eyes screw shut as he moves it, sliding it through your soaking flesh again and again as butterflies soar through your stomach. He pulls the trigger, the vibration almost assaults your clit, despite the empty clacking filling the room. âHnnffââ
âYouâre so wet fâme⊠or is it just the gun? Is it turninâ you on, princess?â
âN-No, please. I donât wanna play with it anymore, d-daddy.â you tell him, each hitched breath you take scratching your throat. Your cries still evident as you gasp and plead with him to finally stop. You should never have pulled it on him, you should have known heâd do this.
He moves from you, opening the drawer youâd taken it from and puts it back inside. Even though itâs gone, out of his reach, you end up crying tears of relief as he places gentle kisses against your forehead and cheeks.
âYouâre such a good girl, yâknow? Did so well⊠proud of you, baby.â he whispers, and you hate yourself. You hate yourself because youâre brimming with confidence after he tells you heâs proud. Your heart crescendos to a place you know thereâs no going back from now. Even after almost threatening to end your life; youâre still in love with Megumi Fushiguro.
Youâre too tired.
Emotionally exhausted and physically defeated. Thereâs no fight left in you anymore as you feel him carefully peel away your dress from your body. He rolls the top down to your midsection, exposing your breasts to him and your still hardened nipples. He does the same with the skirt, fully revealing your glittering cunt and what a drippy mess heâs turned you into.
No one makes you wetter than he does.
He pushes your thighs apart, and lightly spanks your pussy to steal a quiet whimper from you. Itâs not a punishment by any means, he just wants to make sure youâre still here with him. Still relishing this moment. Still honoured by the fact heâs even giving you the time of day to play with you like this. To satiate the burning need to be toyed with until your mind goes blank. Heâll do it for you, and itâll take no time at all.
He kisses down from your left knee towards the apex of your thighs. Heâs admiring his handiwork on your body as he does. Purple bruises he left you before your last fight have begun to turn greenish yellow as they heal.
You love his little reminders of who owns your body.
He hurts you so good. And you wouldnât feel conquered without the bruises that his tenacious touch bestow upon you. You sink into the mattress as his tongue laves over the doughy skin of your thigh, reminding you where every single bruise is.
You gasp, back arching off the bed as you feel him insert a thick long digit into your sopping entrance. Heâs slow, prodding and twisting deeper and deeper. He can make you cum like this, and you think you might gush as he teases the sweet spot buried within.
âWhat are youâ?â you start, watching him push your legs further apart as he suckles at your clit. You feel the fingers on his free hand trace along your skin, the sensitive bruises almost pulsating beneath his touch. The way your head throws itself back seems like an out of body experience. An involuntary response to the way his finger pokes harshly into a particularly nasty looking bruise. âHnngâ fuck, daddy!â
He spanks your clit before swiping over it rapidly with the tip of his tongue. Your fingers lace between black tendrils of hair and pull as you deliquesce into the empyrean feeling that only his tongue has ever offered you.
Your mind is stripped bare as he continues his assault. Manipulative fingers push carelessly yet purposefully into your ageing bruises to extract those ethereal moans from your weak little throat.
ââm gonna c-um, daddy.â you groan, eyes fluttering white as he presses harder into your marked body.
âShow me.â he whispers, breath fanning across your sex as he speaks. âShow daddy how a slut cums.â
Every inch of your body feels tarnished and stained by him. With him. A cloying film embedded to your skin that is purely the work of Megumi Fushiguro. His insults as well as his loving touch. The fear as well as the adoration. Even his eyes ravishing you with nothing but a salacious stare leave their mark on you.
His tongue doesnât stop as your cunt begins to spasm. He feels how your pretty pussy pulsates against his greedy face. You cum hard and coat the lower half of his face in a shimmering gleam. Heâs loud, unable to hide his pleasure as he begins to hump into the mattress at the sight of you coming undone for him. It extends your own pleasure, hearing how fucking noisy he is purely from giving you head.
You hate him.
Heâs so vile.
But you canât help wanting to make him proud.
You canât stop feeling proud when youâre a good girl for him.
And seeing him like this makes you think that he might actually love you. His eyes are definitely dotted with hearts, now, as he savours the taste from devouring your essence. There are two words lodged in your throat. Two stupid little words that you would do anything to choke down and forget right now. Maybe he wonât care, not when heâs like this. Not when heâs pussy drunk and utterly enamoured by your mere existence.
âKiss meâŠâ you almost suffocate as you speak, tears spilling down your cheek as your cheeks burn with heat and shame. Your eyes scrunch closed, preparing for a barrage of insults from him. You know heâs going to call you stupid, pathetic. Maybe even an airhead again.
But it doesnât come.
He finds his strength, holding his body up on his knuckles as he drags his body up yours like a wild beast. He lowers himself, his lips locking perfectly against yours before he cups your cheek. Why isnât he always so soft and gentle with you? You feel yourself cry more as he swipes his thumb softly across your cheek as he kisses you. His tongue teases yours, licking it and smiling when you canât quite keep up.
You know he loves you.
Why else would he do this?
Why else would you allow this?
He pulls away, familiar green eyes staring into yours as he studies you. Theyâre intimidating, clinquant. The most beautiful eyes youâve ever seen. He wonders if you know he thinks the same about yours.
âYou want me to put it in, donât you?â he asks. He chuckles softly as he notices you nodding before heâs even finished his sentence. Your eyes are pleading and desperate, and heâs never been one to deny you of him when youâre so needy and polite. He stands on his knees again, unbuckling his belt slowly while he examines you. The way your hips roll in anticipation, the way youâre biting your lip and forcing yourself to not allow your fingers to dip between your thighs to toy with your clit. Itâs too much. Itâs too long to wait as he undoes the button and pulls down the zipper. Youâre almost salivating when he finally frees his cock. âMissed me that bad, hm? Missed daddyâs cock, didnât you?â he asks, ignoring the fact he knows the answer is obvious.
âY-YeahâŠâ you struggle to speak. To think as your mind runs rampant with so many sex flashbacks you have; courtesy of the very cock youâre ogling. Itâs thick with gorgeous veins and flushed with the prettiest shade of pink youâve ever had the pleasure of seeing. âNeed itâ need your daddy cock.â you tell him, your chest jittering with hitching breaths as you try and maintain some semblance of composure.
Youâre far from composed.
Youâre nothing more than a mammal, burning with a white-hot intensity from trying to control your basic instincts. The primal urge and need to fuck. Heâll help you, though. You never need to worry about those needs being neglected while Megumi has nothing but you on his mind.
The pleasure is blinding as he presses his tip against your entrance. He pushes and pushes until heâs fully sheathed in your welcoming cunt. His cockhead rests at your sweet spot, and you know heâll waste no time in forcing your vision to white out as he fucks you.
His fingers wrap around your throat, the prettiest necklace you own, and he squeezes tight. Itâs not without reason. It isnât just to give you more bruises or to cut off your air supply. He wants to keep you focused. Focused on him. He dips his head down to slot his tongue inside of your mouth once more. Itâs a sloppy, drool induced kiss that shows no signs of stopping as he rocks his hips against you. His cock slamming deep and hard against your g-spot.
You canât talk.
The only words that swirl around your brain are expletives anyway.
His kiss is suffocating and so is his grip on your neck. He releases you, slightly, giving you the chance to breathe once more. You can barely sense where you are, you donât know if your eyes are open or closed as the only thing occupying your mind is his cock slamming into you and bringing you to your second release of the evening.
Youâre brought back to reality, though, as he lightly taps your cheek a few times before slapping you hard.
âL-Love you, daddy.â you pant, you moan for him again and again until drool leaks from the corner of your mouth. You donât care, you donât even notice. And the sight is making him feral as he realises how thereâs truly no one for you but him.
Thereâs no one for him but you, either.
âFuck.â he grunts, knowing heâs going to cum sooner than heâd anticipated. He could stop fucking you, of course, but he canât think of a worse fate. He wants to cum. He needs to cum inside of you and flood your pretty insides with his seed. He needs to make his mark on you and remind you who you fucking belong to. ââm cumming, baby, auhââ
âD-Donât stop!â you warn him, desperate to reach your peak with him. You try to keep him in place, your legs wrap around his back and your fingers claw into his porcelain skin. He groans, quietly, hissing as you drag your fingers across his back deep enough to draw blood. He doesnât mind, how could he when he leaves you covered in bruises at any given opportunity? If he marks you, he owns you. If you mark him, you own him.
And he wouldnât want to belong to anyone but you.
âSâperfect⊠so fuckinâ perfect fâme. Unnffâ oh, oh fuuuuuck.â he finishes, still pistoning his hips to fuck his sperm deeper inside. Heâd knock you up in a heartbeat if you let him. Not because he wants to be a dad. Not because he wants to have a family with you. But he wants everyone to know youâre his. He continues to moan as he imagines you with a big swelling bump and everyone knowing that he is the cause.
You canât ever leave him.
Heâll go mad without you.
âSuch a good girl⊠look so pretty when you cum on daddyâs cock.â he tells you. He dips a hand between where youâre joined and rubs torturous circles into your throbbing clit. Your body jolts relentlessly from the aftershocks, unable to withstand the teasing.
His touches slow, and he pulls out as you begin to catch your breath. Your breathing deepens as you feel him part your pussy with two fingers so that he can watch his seed drip out of you and onto the mattress below. He smiles, brimming with pride that he did this to you. That no matter how much you claim to hate him, heâll always be able to do this to you.
He collapses by your side. Heâs staring up at the ceiling as your bodies shine with sweat and sex. Heâs panting, loudly, with the biggest smile on his face youâve ever seen. Youâre staring at him. Trying to understand what actually goes on in that fucked up head of his.
But you never will.
So, you stare up at the same ceiling as he is and keep your thoughts to yourself. Where does this leave you, now? You never said you were back together, but you think he might have already decided.
But it was always going to end up like this.
You kick up a fuss and banish him to his dads house. But he always comes back. Always. And itâs because you want him back. Because you are too weak willed to stay away from him and do what you know is right. You could move on. You could fall in love with someone that doesnât play mind games and make your life miserable.
But you love him.
Youâre so stupid, because you love him.
âI love you, Megumi.â you whisper.
Heâs quiet, heâs thinking.
âI know.â
© 2023 rinitxshi
#megumi x reader#megumi fushiguro#megumi fushiguro smut#megumi smut#jjk smut#jjk megumi#jujutsu kaisen#jujutsu kaisen megumi#megumi imagine#megumi fushiguro imagine#jujutsu megumi#jujutsu kaisen x reader#tw dubcon#tw alcohol consumption#tw cheating#tw gaslighting#tw manipulation#tw coercion#tw gunplay#tw abuse#tw choking#tw dacryphilia#tw daddy kink#tw marking#tw dumbification
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#mentally unhinged#mentally exhausted#i hate my existence#i wanna kms#bipolor#tw sui implied#tw self destruction#tw drugs#drug abuse#alcoholism#absolutely deranged#tw depressing stuff#tw self destructive behavior#tw s3lf harm#tw vent#personal vent#depressiv#dead inside#tw depressing thoughts#venting#tw trauma#trauma#i cant handle this#actually bipolar
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So. Stolas is an alcoholic. That much is very clear at this point in the show and has been for a while now. He binge-drinks to cope with depression and with his life problems at large.
What's interesting is that he's far from the only character in BlitzĂž's life who is an alcoholic. In fact, substance abuse seems to be a recurring theme in the show. At least three other people BlitzĂž was or is really close with (potentially four, if we count his father) have struggled with substance abuse: Verosika, Barbie, and Fizz.
And the show has made a very clear point that both Verosika and Barbie have been in rehab. Not just that, but it's also emphasised that they're both still struggling with addiction (Verosika still drinks at her concerts, "clutches onto Beelzejuice bottles like they're the last cock in hell", and writes magazine articles about binge drinking being sexy; Barbie still peddles heroine, though not H8). Clearly, for both of them, this is an ongoing issue presently in the show.
So, with all of that being said, I recently saw someone theorise that, in a future season, Stolas is going to go to rehab, too.
I thought it was certainly a possibility, and one that I would personally love to see explored. So I've been thinking about it... and I remembered this:
The beginning of Unhappy Campers, and BlitzĂž breaking into rehab to go visit Barbie.
Now, I think a lot of people (myself included) felt surprised and a bit disappointed the first time we watched this episode, because our initial assumption was that BlitzĂž was trying to visit Stolas. It just made sense! Stolas was hospitalised right at the end of the previous episode and texted BlitzĂž that he could visit if he wanted to. (At this point, we also didn't know BlitzĂž had trauma surrounding visiting loved ones at hospitals). And suddenly they hit us with BlitzĂž seeking out Barbie out of the blue? So many of us were left wondering... why? Yeah, people have mentioned that maybe feeling like he could've lost Stolas prompted BlitzĂž to try to mend a different broken relationship, one that he felt he had more chances of fixing. But the timing, as well as the non-immediate revelation that it's Barbie he's looking for, is still... strikingly suspicious, isn't it?
And just now, after all this time, it hit me.
What if this is foreshadowing?
What if, all along, they were telling us BlitzĂž will visit Stolas at the hospital in the future... when Stolas is in rehab?
#helluva boss#helluva boss spoilers#helluva boss apology tour#apology tour spoilers#helluva boss stolas#stolas#stolas goetia#stolitz#helluva boss verosika#verosika helluva boss#stolas helluva boss#barbie wire helluva boss#helluva boss barbie wire#alcohol tw#alcoholism tw#substance abuse tw#vomit tw#rehab tw#image description in alt#I'm not 100% aware of the correct terminology in English so please do tell me if I used any terms incorrectly
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This utterly shameful situation will obviously end well.
#democrats#republicans#News#fast food#mcdonalds#politics#donald trump#Alcohol#Wisconsin#alcohol tw#Beer#bud light#tw child abuse#kentucky
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the morning (afternoon?) after this messy stunt. Floyd got off too easy in my opinion, but it's hard for Les to stay mad at him when he makes those sad pouting faces... đ€Š
If you think Floyd's being really dumb at the start of this comic before getting a reality check, you have to take into account that he's madly lovesick and was feeling very smug atm; he's also a 15yo pop troll who thinks making out with someone means they're together now; and he assumed Les's sour mood was entirely the result of a nasty hangover...
P.S. They forgot about Hed lol (I almost forgot about him too, drew him just before posting lmao)
#trolls#dreamworks trolls#trolls floyd#trolls oc#les#hed#ex bandmates#my art#pop trolls curse in their kid friendly lingo but rock trolls curse normal-style#it's just facts#i don't think les is being honest about how much what floyd pulled really upset him#he is a victim of much abuse growing up and some shit fucks him up more than the regular person#but he also knows floyd had no malicious intent and is just a kid#so he rather bottles it up to not upset both of them even more#amazing coping and communication skills this one đ€#he is trying his best tho#i can't tell if you guys can tell but he's basking in the sun in that one panel#trolls comic#this was a really fun way to explore les's character and their dynamic#also les and hed's dynamic#trigger warnings:#tw alcohol#tw smoking#les gives life advice then offers cigarettes uwu#also you know this dude's hair smells horrible if he stores cigarettes and koosh in there ksjfbsdkc
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One Day s01e14: âWe just need to get you cleaned up.â
**requested gifs**
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Worthy
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I think that the Supernatural fandom doesn't give Dean Winchester enough credit or hold John Winchester accountable nearly enough. I would argue that John's abuse (mental, emotional and physical) and its constant effect in both boys lives is constantly downplayed by a majority of the fanbase.
The parentification of an elder sibling has been proven to cause lasting issues and we see this throughout the show; when Dean is overly protective of Sam, treats Sam's life as more valuable than his own, can't picture a life where he's not needed, and his dismissal of Sam as a valuable contributor in an equal partnership. Dean is often criticized both in canon and by fans for being overbearing and codependent on Sam. This is a direct result of John Winchester's inability to parent.
Dean's emotional repression is shown to be caused by his father's militant behaviors and approach to parenting. Dean doesn't see his feelings as valid or important and thus turns to repression or unhealthy coping mechanisms as illustrated throughout the show. His alcoholism, violent outbursts, and unhealthy relationship with sex are all coping mechanisms he uses not to feel.
Through flashbacks (and some dialog) the viewer is show that Sam is more resentful towards John than Dean, and that he even holds resentment towards Dean for being the "perfect little soldier".
That's part of the reason Castiel is such a great foil for Dean, both are loyal to absent fathers' but while Dean was born with free will he follows his father's orders unwaveringly until sometime after his death, Cass a being created without free will breaks free of the command of his father and from his father's mission, becoming for all intents and purposes a Prodigal son like Sam.
Dean's adherence to his father's word is, much like Sam's rebellion a response to continued and repeated abuse, neither brother is perfect. And their father was the furthest thing from it.
#supernatural#dean winchester#sam winchester#john winchester#john winchester bashing#cw alcohol#tw abuse#cw sex mention#am i really talking about this in 2024#spn#castiel#dean deserved better#sam did too#parentified child#sorry for the rant#i have so many thoughts#and feelings
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MIGHTY JILL OFF
Hey unusual post in this blog but in case you saw this game and characters floating around, have this: Is important for the context of everything
The creator's ex-partner posted this about the game. How the game was based on their toxic relationship:
Please hear this person and their experience:
I really thought I found an old piece of good queer media, but even before I played the game, I found this!
This person says how the relationship inside the game is not a healthy relationship- but a toxic romantized reflection of a real life situation. Not a good representation of BDSM. Things like BDSM can be done healthy and consensually- but also may hurt people and turn toxic or abusive. Taking a relationship in which you caused pain to make it into a game is so terrible.
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#tw abuse#tw toxic relationship#tw toxic behavior#mighty jill off#tw alchoholism#tw alcohol#tw death
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Strings Attached.
Uncle! Leon Kennedy X F! Reader (smut)
A/N: Read the warnings and tags. This is pretty fucked up, so before you read, please, read the warnings I have provided. Your comfort as a reader is of the upmost importance to me, but the most I can do to protect you as a viewer is to give ample warning. Thanks for reading!
Tags: incest, large age gap (reader: 18, Leon: late 30s/early 40s), p in v, mentions of alcoholism, non/dub-con, coerced/forced, pussyjob, handjob, Leon being a super-mega awful drunken creep (you have been warned, it's bad), cream pie/unprotected sex, shitty amazing writing
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DARK CONTENT AHEAD
Losing your parents really fucked you up.Â
Living with your Uncle Leon fucked you up ever further, though. You passed through dozens of your relatives, but Leon, for whatever reason, was the only one who would keep you once you turned eighteen.Â
It didn't seem so bad at first. Sure, his house always smelled like cigs and booze, and if he wasn't at work, he was passed out on his shitty couch, but at least you had somewhere to stay while you tried to figure your life out. It was an easy enough arrangement: you kept his place clean, made his food, and kept your mouth shut and he let you stay with him.Â
He wasn't awful, but he was so off. His hands lingered on you for too long. His comments were weird sometimes. His eyes scanned over your body too often and left you feeling exposed.Â
Really, he wasn't that bad until he got truly shitfaced drunk, which, to be fair, was only a few nights out of the week. That's when he got mean. And frustrated. And horny.Â
"Kid," he said from the couch, wiping the sweat from his brow, "g'head into the kitchen n' get another one of these." He held his empty beer can up, shaking the little liquid left at the bottom.Â
You really didn't think he needed another, seeing the slowly building pile of cans by his feet and the redness of his face, but who were you to criticize him? You simply nodded and did as you were told.Â
"Here, Uncle Leon." You bent down to hand the can to your slouching uncle.Â
"Thank you, baby."
He took it and popped the tab, taking a drink. He tried not to gag at the taste. He didn't even like alcohol, it was just an easy, cheap way for him to feel less awful.
"Sit with me. Give an old man some company," he said, patting his lap instead of the available seat next to him. He was always doing uncomfortable stuff like that, and at this point you had gotten used to it.Â
You sighed and sat on his legs, trying to focus on the television rather than the drunken murmurings of Leon. You felt a sharp tug on your hair and fell further into his body, leaning back on his chest.Â
"Bein' distant for what? I don't bite." He swaddled you with one of his arms and split your legs apart with his knee, forcing you to straddle him. "Y'listen so well, you know that? Don't ever have to deal with backtalk fr'm you."Â
You flinched a bit when his face leaned closer to yours, dark, greasy hair covering his eyes that were no doubt drowning in lust.Â
"Uncle Leon, I think you should go to bed, it's getting late." You tried to push yourself out of his grasp, but his arm was anchored around you tightly.
"There you go worrying about me again. You love yer uncle, don't you? Takin' good care a' me." Leon nuzzled his face into you neck and inhaled your scent. You smelled so sweet and clean, so perfect.Â
"H-hey, c'mon, I don't thinkâ"Â
Your mouth shut quickly when you felt his lips on your neck, and his tongue slowly making its way up to the shell of your ear.Â
The pungent smell of the booze on his breath brought you back to reality while he whispered into your ear. "You're so nice to me. Just like a little wife f'me, but you don't nag me. You're not a bitch, you're such a sweet girl. Don't know what I'd do without you."Â
You felt tears well in your eyes, knowing what was to come.Â
It didn't happen very often, and when Leon sobered up, he was always super apologetic about it. On the rare occasion, when the world really came crashing on him and the alcohol took control, he'd use your body to comfort himself. He wasn't rough with you at least, you tried to reason with yourself about it. He wasn't a bad man, you told yourself this over and over again while it happened. He was justâ just lonely, is all.Â
Leon had long forgot about his beer and focused on your body instead, pulling your shirt over your head and tossing it away.Â
"Fuck, you look so grown up." He took your tits in his hands, groping them unabashedly. "Puberty hit you hard, girl. Makes me wish I got to you sooner."Â
God, he made you so sick, how could he say things like this? They say that drunk words are sober thoughts, but you couldn't stomach the idea of this being what he really thought.
"Please don't," you pleaded, stifling a sob.Â
"Shh." He placed his palm over your mouth. "I'll make you feel so good, just help me get it up, okay? Be a good girl. Don't wanna make me upset with you, do you?"
He removed his hand from your face and wrapped it around your wrist instead, holding it to your mouth instead.Â
"Spit. More, come on, the more you do, better it feels."
You spit two fat globs into your hand and watched as he undid her belt, pulling his cock out of his slacks. He guided your hand over his length, taking your small hand in his as he jerked himself off with your palm.
"That's it," he said, feeling his chest start to rise and fall. "Those hands are so much soft than mine. Gonna make me cum so easy with 'em."Â
Leon brought your hand up to his tip, fluidly twisting your wrist back and forth around it. He bucked his hips up and down, fucking into your hand like a well-lubed fleshlight. He pulled your hand off of his dick before he had the chance to cum, wanting to be inside of you.Â
"Wanna feel you. Can I use your mouth or pussy? Wan' you to choose." He gave you the choice, but his hands still slipped your shorts and panties off, impatiently roaming your inner thighs with his hands. His eyes were narrow and sharp like a predator ready to strike, but his tone was so needy and sweet.Â
"You can use my pussy," you said quietly, remembering how sore your jaw was after last time. This was the less painful, yet more morally incorrect option, you thought.Â
A wave of uneasiness crashed over you when you felt his wet dick slide between your thighs, just barely slipping through your folds.Â
"Mm, you won't regret it. Wanted you to choose that one anyways."
It hurt to be so disgusted by himâ you loved him, and cared for him, of course. He was the only person who would give you a chance, but was this really the price you had to pay? What the fuck had your life come to?
The head of his cock prodded at your entrance, not yet pushing in.
"You ready?" His chapped lips were slightly parted, looking at you desperately, as if he were drunk on not only beer but on you as well.
How could one man be so sickeningly vile and sweet at the same time? What he was doing was wrong, it made you want to throw up, but the way he did it... you could almost imagine that it wasn't him you couldâ you could learn to enjoy it and mentally block who he was out of the equation, just to give yourself some semblance of sanity, of dignity.Â
You nodded at his question, whining at the stretch of his cock entering you. It wasn't too long, but the girth is what left you aching every time. You felt that you would never get used to it.Â
"Please, just hurry."
He didn't respond, he only leaned his head over your shoulder and humped into you pathetically. He didn't fuck often, and he came quick, which made it a bit more bearable.Â
The only sounds that filled the room were the squelching of your pussy, his breathy moans, and the strained hums he forced out of you. With a lucky stroke, his cock actually managed to hit your g-spot, brushing into it hard enough to make you squirmy.Â
"Feel good?" His voice was cracking and whiny, like a virginal teen beating off for the first time. He was just a hormonal and pathetic. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum. Gonna cum in you, spill my seed."Â
Your eyes widened quickly and you again tried to peel his arms off of you. "No, no, no! No, you can't do that, let go of me. I'm not on the pill!"Â
He shook his head, still not listening to you as he bullied himself deeper into you, strokes getting messy.Â
"Fill you up so good. Make your tits get fatter n' tasty, baby. Cumming now," he whined, wrapping his arms around your  lower stomach, clenching your body against his.Â
Your pussy betrayed you, spasming around his cock like it gave you life, widely receiving every drop of his cum.Â
You bit your cheeks and let the small pricks of blood fill your mouth. If you weren't stuck with him before, you sure as hell were now. To make matters worse, Leon had drifted off into a drunken nap as soon as he finished, too tired to even pull his limp dick out of you.Â
You slid off of his lap and sat on the floor, unsure of how to move on. You looked up at your uncle, shamefully admiring his sleeping face. You stood up, legs weak and wobbling, and threw a blanket over his body, then laid your head over his lap.
The man who did the most awful things to you was also the only one who could comfort you. You took what life gave you with a sigh and made you self comfortable on him, arms dangling over his legs.Â
You saw the beer he left on the floor and picked it up, feeling it still half full.Â
"Jesus," you mumbled to yourself before downing the rest of the can, grimacing at the bitter taste.Â
#cw incest#tw inc*st#dark content#smut#x reader#leon kennedy x reader#leon s kennedy smut#resident evil x reader#resident evil#dead dove fic#cw abuse#cw alcohol#smutfic#fanfic
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#mentally unhinged#mentally exhausted#i hate my existence#i wanna kms#bipolor#tw sui implied#tw self destruction#tw drugs#drug abuse#alcoholism#absolutely deranged#tw depressing stuff#tw self destructive behavior#tw s3lf harm#tw vent#personal vent#depressiv#dead inside#tw depressing thoughts#venting#tw trauma#trauma#i cant handle this#actually bipolar
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heâs the adult supervision, heâs the voice of reason, heâs a cringefail king, itâs Captain Haddock! Quite a few people asked for a timeline post for Haddock after I posted one of Tintin.
I found the whole idea of the Haddock family curse to be very interesting, and the implications behind it to be pretty dark... cw for alcoholism and childhood abuse. Let me know if you need anything tagged.
To figure out the timeline the evidence for Haddockâs age I found was in an animated adaptation of Explorers on the Moon where Haddock mentions he has around forty years of sailing experience. I doubt he was running around on ships as a newborn so that places his age during the canon comics at around 60ish, give or take a few years, which in my timeline places his childhood during the late Victorian era!
Left to right, top to bottom:
Child - Archibald Haddock had a pretty rough childhood and family life. The legacy of the âHaddock family curseâ weighs heavily on him, and so does the alcoholism that runs generationally. His father is often drunk, taking his anger and frustration out on Archibald. Fully believing the family curse, Archibaldâs father drills the idea that he is destined for failure into his head.Â
Archibaldâs only respite is his grandfather, who tells him stories of Sir Francis Haddock and other tall tales from the sea. His grandfather also would take him out on fishing trips, the lochs and the sea being his refuge.Â
Teenager - Itâs the 1880s and Archibald is left aimless after his grandfather passes away, passing the time by hiding from his father and drinking during the day. He fully believes he has no real future and lets himself get swept up by whatever will come along next.
Young Adult - Archibald decides to follow in his grandfatherâs footsteps and becomes a sailor, feeling at home at sea. He cleans up somewhat after befriending George Chester as the two train on the same merchant vessel. Chester drags a reluctant Archibald along into all kinds of crazy antics, with Archibald wanting to stay on the straight and narrow.
Archibald is drafted during the First World War, serving in the Grand Fleet. He is stationed at the Orkney and Shetland Islands with Chester.
Canon - After the war Archibald relapses on his addiction again, but is able to hold onto work in the merchant fleet. He eventually becomes a captain of a merchant vessel where his mental health issues are taken advantage of in the Crab with the Golden Claws.Â
Seeing his crew mutiny, kidnap (and attempt to murder) a boy on his ship was a major wake up call - Haddock is now imbued with a sense of responsibility for Tintin (even if Tintin seems to handle things better than Haddock!). He doesnât understand what Tintin sees in him but heâll be damned if he proves him wrong. Heâs not above calling him an idiot when the time is right though.
Post Canon - After Tintin loses his job Haddock does his best to support him. He uses his wealth to further causes he believes in, donating money to artist collectives and scientific research that was repressed by fascist governments. Before Belgium even joins the Second World War he and the Marlinspike team proactively go out and foil various Nazi plots. Marlinspike Hall is firebombed by the Nazis in retaliation, but after the war Haddock funds various housing cooperative projects. Coming from a working class background he hasnât forgotten the hardships a lot of people face.
Elderly - At this point Haddock is secure in his found family. Heâs been living with his partner Ramo Nash, and has taken up various arts and crafts as hobbies. Looking back, he never expected to be a father, but is incredibly proud of Tintin. He never officially adopts him as a part of him still fears the family curse (plus they both agree âHaddockâ as a name definitely does not suit Tintin)!
#fanart#tintin#adventures of tintin#captain haddock#archibald haddock#photoset#headcanon#historical fashion#alcohol#alcohol tw#abuse mention#nazism cw#death mention
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has anyone else had to deal with the absolutely bonkers assumption that asexuality is antithetical to enjoying alcohol?? like. how are these two things connected. is it just infantilization, like i'm not supposed to like "adult" things? is it the belief that aces don't know how to "let go" or "have fun"? hi, i'm ace and i drink probably a bit too much! this is something people (allos) are often surprised by! my relationship with alcohol is not like, something i'm proud of, it's a potential issue in terms of my mental health, but it's still an authentic part of me. i don't tone it down, just like i don't tone down my asexuality, and i'm not planning to.
and now a survey bc i'm genuinely curious. (ace here includes every kind of acespec!)
rb for sample size
edit: the reasons for your not drinking (age, health issues) are not relevant here. if you don't drink, say you don't drink. if you haven't tried, say you haven't tried. whether you're underage or not is none of my business.
also if you quit drinking because it was a problem for you - you are very cool and strong! but also the "have struggled" option applies to you
#og post#poll#ace#gray ace#acespec#demi ace#aceflux#lgbtq+#lgbtq#lgbt+#lgbt#asexual#graysexual#gray asexual#demisexual#actually asexual#asexual experience#tw alcohol#tw alcoholism#tw drinking#tw alcohol abuse#txt#flashing
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Reverse Robins AU is a fun concept, but I need more of that Jason POV angst.
If Tim and Jason are swapping roles (i.e. Tim dies and Jason is the third Robin), I need that focus on Jason's early Robin years.
Bruce, who's a grieving brutal man, would scare Jason. The violence, the coldness, and (if it's your flavor) the alcoholism. Bruce finds this child and, unlike for canon Jason, doesn't show him love and care.
So why does Jason stick around? Why would Jason put up with this behavior?
Bruce reminds Jason of a gnarly combination of Willis and Catherine.
The violence, the yelling, and the fear of a father figure are reminiscent of Willis. The lack of self-care, depressive spirals, and dissociative states are a messed up way Jason can see some of his mom again. Jason gets glimpses of his parents, but only in the worst sides of Bruce.
I want to see Jason tucking in Bruce and humming songs that would comfort his mom. Similar to when Catherine would forget or be unable to prepare food, Jason would ensure Bruce ate. He would chat lightly for hours to bring Bruce back from staring at Tim's case.
If Bruce is an alcoholic in this fic, Jason would be rubbing Bruce's back as he vomits. He would watch as Bruce poured another glass knowing he can't stop him.
When Bruce goes on a rampage, when he's screaming and hollering and throwing things, Jason would be hiding in his closet. Damian probably told Jason to call him when it gets like that (Damian can get Jason out of there if he can't stop it), but why would he? It's not like anyone was there for him before. It's not like calling for help led to him actually getting the assistance he needed. Instead, it usually led to the situation becoming worse.
So, despite the parentification (that's all that Jason's known), the kid stays. Bruce needs him after all. He eventually pulls Bruce away from the ledge. He finally gets a dad that doesn't cause his hands to tremble. Damian comes around more often and teaches Jason how to protect himself. Finally, the kid is Robin and able to help people (like how he saved Bruce).
Then Tim comes back from the dead.
#dc comics#dc universe#jason todd#tim drake#reverse robins#batfam fic#jason todd angst#the parentification of children#tw alcohol#tw parental abuse#jason deserves better#how did canon tim deal with bruce#au jason can't escape his role as his parents' caretaker
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