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warnings: adult content. sexual themes. bullet point format. sadist ("hard dom") gojo. impact play. marking/bruising. slapping. spit. aftercare. mild humor/fluff.
author's note: this one is like... pushing the limits of what i post here. minors do not interact, nsfw under the cut!
satoru gojo is already enough to deal with— but sadist hard dom gojo? impossible.
and satoru knows that his dick is big enough to act that impossible
satoru, who will tell you to open your mouth only to spit on your tongue and giggle at your dumbfounded expression
satoru, who is obsessed with leaving bruises behind whenever he has a night alone with you
and furthermore satoru, who likes the sex more if you hate him a little bit while you're doing it
satoru, who goes the extra mile to piss you off, only to be fucking you so hard that you're nearly passing out later that night
as if that weren't enough, satoru would give you a slap to the face— just to keep you awake— only to flash you a cocky smile and keep pounding into you
"wake up, baby— i wasn't that rough, was i?" gojo grins deviously, pale cock thrusting up into you at a painful pace.
and of course, satoru gives the most deliciously lovely and tender aftercare known to mankind because he's a sadist not a monster
satoru would prepare you the world's most stereotypical bubble bath— he learned his moves from japanese romcoms, i don't make the rules
satoru would admire the night's injuries, tending delicately to your bruises and scratches with more care than you thought he had been capable to take
it almost made you forget that satoru had been the one to put them there
concept: sometimes dangerous things, with proper precautions, can be an exciting way to spice up your bedroom activity— until your recent experiments end with your lover acting very fucking strange. now what? is it bad that the threat of death makes it harder to stop?
content warning(s): dead dove, afab reader, fear play/gun play, violence, sexual content, swearing, degradation/praise, gagging/choking, spit, pain/discomfort
satoru gojo—
"toru," your sweet voice called. the snowy-haired loverboy had told you to sit there and look pretty while he prepared a surprise, but that was nearly ten minutes ago. just as you were about to retrieve him from whatever fruitless task he had become fixated on, satoru's footsteps lurked closer.
"close your eyes, darling." satoru demanded lovingly, hands shoved deep into the pockets of his ironed slacks. you obeyed, despite the confusion and anticipation. the sensation of cold metal resting against your forehead made you gasp, hairs standing on end with a shiver.
you wouldn't dare open your eyes— there was a silent and mutual undertanding that you needed to do what you were told.
"look at me," satoru replied. his voice was barely above a whisper, and yet you were almost eager to see his expression upon your compliance.
gojo flashed you a glistening smile, slowly dragging the barrel of his pistol down your temple. the coolness of the steel continued to travel, stopping just beside your lips.
"kiss it for me, pretty girl." satoru's lashes fluttered temptingly, bright sapphire gaze flooding your senses.
who were you to disappoint THE satoru gojo? not in a million years.
toji fushiguro—
you were so busy pacing rapidly that you didn't notice toji at first, which is exactly what he had hoped for.
"what might all of this be, sweetheart?" toji's low voice cooed mockingly, a malicious undertone coating his words. in most cases, men speaking to you this way would terrify you— or at least drive you away, in best cases.
toji, however? you had no clue. maybe it was the way he carried himself... or the fact that he was one of the only men to make you cum from penetration alone. either way, a mystery indeed.
so when, in your anxious and detached state, toji allowed himself into your apartment... was it silly to say that you welcomed his intrusion?
seeing you lost in thought, toji rolled his eyes with a huff. he casually pulled a handgun from his waistband, your eyes widening in fear and... something else. he gestured nonchalantly, the tip of the barrel bobbing downwards lazily.
"sit down and shut the fuck up," toji growled. he was clearly annoyed by your scatterbrained state, having other ideas in mind. "you talk too much. it would be better if you just... listened."
toji's air of confidence momentarily faltered as you dropped to your knees, his gaze following your movements like he was filing a critique.
"that's a good pet," toji praised as he gingerly placed the barrel of the gun into your open mouth, "and so well trained."
hisoka morrow—
unlike any rational human being, hisoka would introduce a deadly element into your sex life spontaneously— most likely in the middle of outrageously good oral because... how could you refuse?
hisoka had taken up occupancy between your thighs, tongue greedily lapping at your fluids like it was nectar from the fucking fountain of youth; he wanted you pliant, agreeable, and about to burst.
your fingers were laced into hisoka's hair, eyes rolled so far back that you were starting to get a migraine— and he stopped. why the fuck did he stop?
you huffed in frustration, whining softly as you groggily lifted your head to meet hisoka's gaze. golden irises flickered between your flushed face and your dripping cunt, a devious chuckle escaping his pussy-drunken grin.
"would you let me hurt you? like... really hurt you?" hisoka's tone was somehow both lighthearted and ominous— but it made you clench your walls around his steadily-beckoning fingers— and of course, he noticed.
"yes— anything, just— let me—" you paused to catch your breath, hisoka's consistent stimulation sending waves of pleasure jolting directly to your brain. it was so much harder to think about what he was implying— and he noticed that, too.
safe to say that walking was no longer an option when the morning came.
illumi zoldyck—
the frigid steel barrel scraped teasingly down your exposed back, welcoming a feeling of the slightest pressure when it stilled at the base of your head. illumi hadn't said a word in what felt like ages, studying your body like a pinned specimen.
warm fingertips fluttered at your wrists, illumi's free hand holding your hands hostage— he wanted you as still as possible, even with your tremors. his slender form circled you like he had captured a sacred prey, his only sounds being the occasional satisfied hum.
illumi locked eyes with you as he slowed, kneeling by your lap with a cruel smile. his gaze was dark and cold, devoid of human emotion. a brief giggle caught you off-guard, snapping your head up in confusion and fear.
"i want it to fill your throat," illumi declared. his tone was flat as he hooked two pale fingers onto your lower teeth. your mouth was forcibly tugged open, a gasp of surprise escaping during such an act of violation.
without warning, illumi pushed the tantalizing barrel onto your tongue. he wet it with your pooling saliva, fucking it in and out with a feverish glare. you gagged quietly, trying to maintain eye contact.
illumi abruptly pulled the gun from your throat, shoving it back in with a daring chuckle. your esophagus constricted, sloppy gushing sounds filling the space that would normally be accented by you talking back.
"aw, so quiet today!" illumi teased as his index finger brushed the bulge of the barrel in your throat, admiring his sick fantasies as tears rolled down your cheeks.
"what might be the problem? gun's got your tongue?"
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if you managed to find this account, i'm sorry. minors DO NOT INTERACT. like genuinely.
i'm cupid, i'm in my mid-twenties, and i have been writing odd shit for my entire life. this is the more insane alter-ego of @crucifiedramblings! send me requests involving literally anything on my "writes for" list <3
i will be pinning this post and updating gradually as i go, feel free to check back!
more information under the cut!
what i write / what i don't:
✅: dead dove, yandere, knife/gun/bloodplay, ovipos/egg stuff, breeding, manipulation, hypno, bondage, somno, pet play, cnc, general kink stuff
❌: scat, vomit, ageplay
fandoms: bnha, jjk, hxh, supernatural, general horror films, dead by daylight, SLASHERS, science fiction stuff
i mainly write character x reader blurbs/fics, but i can also just write out concepts!
this is the energy that calls for some blurb nonsense! evil boyfriend touya x fucked stupid reader incoming
tags/cw: touya todoroki (he's mean and evil and definitely needs his own warning), dumbification, corruption, degradation, pain (fire quirk), lowkey blood, general toxic dabi activities
nsfw under the cut, minors do not interact!
touya todoroki is the boyfriend who would literally be saved in your phone as "dumb dick 🔥"
touya is the boyfriend who takes "drill my fucking guts" VERY seriously (you have a bruised cervix by the end of hour one. yes. i said hour.)
touya is the boyfriend who has you gasping, aching, begging him for more when he is as deep as he can possibly fit already— but how could he disappoint such a poor, pathetic thing?
touya is the boyfriend who grasps your hips so tightly that bruises are left behind. his explanation?
"just... some gentle reminders of who fucked the brain out of that pretty little head last night."
and even though you would hardly call them gentle, you were too busy mindlessly taking touya's huge cock to notice when he had actually marked you
touya is the boyfriend who prefers his playthings to be just that— too stupid to talk back, too utterly braindead to even question certain things...
even when touya starts coming home late, blood on his clothing— you don't care. you're waiting, sitting pretty, and you might even say that the bloodshed looks good on him.
when touya asks demands that his quirk is more involved in the bedroom, you only nod agreeably... almost excitedly.
touya has morphed you into his perfect little dumb toy, and even if you were smart enough to figure it out— you really don't want it to stop.
i love you visible brushstrokes. i love you glue warped scrapbook pages. i love you awkward poems. i love you junk journal with faded receipts. i love you poorly composed journal layout. I love you unintentionally blurry photographs. i love you asymmetrical beading. i love you curling freeform crochet. i love you fingerprints on pottery. i love you reused materials. i love you improvised instruments. i love you mistakes. i love you bravery to make it anyway. i love you creativity that hasn't been wiped clean of every drop of humanity and sanitized and commodified.
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Angel of War, angular and strange, gleaming silver and gold,
Angel of Wonder, pure and one-eyed, looking to stars new and old,
Angel of Harvest, simple and hidden, bring nature's sweetness to all,
Angel of Health, mysterious and fine, beacon when life starts to fall,
Angel of the Deep, crooked and cage-like, guide us across the sea,
Angel of Solace, protect us from evil, lead us to where we are free.
I love all of these. The angel of the the deep's wings are canvas, held up by an anchor. The angel of war's wings are blades, and its shield is a coffin. The angel of solace is a mutant, its arms deforming into wings. Geiger counter in hand, it guides us through the danger only it knows. Was this angel once a man? Corrupted now beyond hope, he can at least save others from the same fate.
reminder that coming up with some fake little dudes and creating intricate storylines in your head is a completely free and fun way to pass the time and the government can't stop you
i forgot to mention that it's a slow burn ....... and it is frat boys louis and harry........ and they are a bit fruity....... and the reader is trying to decide which boy is better...........
I've always disliked mr beast just based on his content mill vaguely exploitative vibes so it's been kind of wild learning he also does legitimate crimes and workplace violations. it's like disliking an acquaintance because they're kinda annoying and then finding out they kill people too like damn dude you didn't have to do all that i already hated your ass.
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