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“i like my women quiet, and now i think you’ll do nicely.”
make it fit — naoya zenin.
warnings:
misogyny, a lot of it. T__T. naoya is really mean, dubcon/noncon(?), choking, size kink, dacryphilia, drool (it’s all just gross), degradation, praise but you can see the ulterior motive behind it, dumbification, one mention of a corpse.
word count: 854.
notes: i am... back from the dead?!? with this really gross awful unproofread misogynist naoya drabble. i have to credit @sukirichi, i’ve been reading a lot of your naoya stuff recently and it was so good that i somehow awoke from my 8 month writing coma to bang out this mini monstrosity. thanks for the inspo!!! <3 p.s. reader has female anatomy and gets called ‘good girl’ !
“you’re such a fucking crybaby,” he hisses, hips rolling into yours without regard for your comfort, forcing in what wouldn’t fit when he tried caring about your tears. “it took me so fucking long to get into your panties, i took you on so many— so many shitty dates, and let you talk about your boring self as if i was interested.” his voice is seething, the panties in question currently stuffed between your lips, muffling your sobs and resulting in a collection of drool from the sides of your mouth. his movements are animalistic, and you think about how stupid you were to believe he could actually care for you.
“and once i do manage to get you into bed,” he continues, a growl in his tone accompanying a particularly harsh thrust, “you won’t even let me fuck you. i tried to be nice, stretch you out a little, play with your stupid little cunt to shut you up for just a minute, but no—“ his voice suddenly becomes girlish and mocking, evidently an attempt to humiliate you further: “‘i can’t, i can’t— it hurts, stop—‘, such a fucking baby.”
he returns to his usual pitch to spit the insult right at your face, which is already streaked with tears, your cheeks hot and covered in smudged makeup- (you think back to getting yourself dolled up for the date, eager to see him again. he’s nothing like other guys, you’re sure! he’s so polite and charming, not at all like the sleazebags who usually try and chat you up. it’ll be different this time, you reason. you witness your vision tinge with black and feel his hand tighten around your throat, and realise how wrong you were.)
his grip releases your limp wrists- you’re fucked too dumb to try and push him off any more- and reaches for your chest, flicking a pert nipple with a harsh finger.
“fuck,” he groans, his hips stuttering for just a second before he pulls out, flipping your ragdoll-like body over and slipping in again, “you’re so wet... are you sure you weren’t pretending about it hurting, sweetheart?” his tone has turned condescending, and you hate how the nickname he’d used on your first meeting can still affect you. your answer never comes, evidently, and he chuckles darkly as he pushes your head down into the mattress by the back of your neck.
“god, you’re so much prettier when you keep your mouth shut, baby. no more— yapping, and rambling about your interests that i don’t care about, you’re so perfect like this. my personal fucktoy, huh? aren’t you my good toy now?”
it’s cruel, and he knows you can’t reply, so he yanks your head up by your hair, the sting causing you to cry out, and makes you nod for him.
“that’s right, baby. you don’t need to talk. i like my women quiet, and i think now you’ll do nicely.”
he lets your head fall to the bed again, your cheek smushed against the sheets as he pauses the pounding of his hips to reach for your face, grabbing the fat of your flushed cheeks and pulling the now soaked panties out from between your swollen lips.
“i’m sure you’ll know better than to take this as permission to speak, darling.”
words race through your thoughts, comprising contempt and indignance along with pleas- you try to say “please don’t stop”, “it feels so good” and the like, but it all comes out as slurred syllables; he fucks you so good to the point that you’ve lost the articulateness that you’re always so proud of.
“you good, honey?” he gazes at your face, and the way your tongue is lolling out of your mouth, drooling. “oh, you’re so gross.” the sentence is said with an obvious grin, the bastard’s proud of his handiwork. “but you know i love it.” his strong hand lets go of your face, instead moving to uncharacteristically gently move your hair from your face where it’s stuck to the mix of saliva and tears- the juxtaposition reminds you again of how you’d truly thought that he’d cared.
his hips are pistoning again, slower this time; you can feel every ridge and vein of his cock dragging against your velvet walls. a tap to your temple brings you out of your stupor- you’re mindless, you’re a mess, it’s humiliating, but he smiles down at you. “you still in there?” he taps again at your forehead and your eyes slide closed. “hey, hey. look at me. i don’t wanna fuck a corpse, you won’t squeeze me as good then.”
his remark somehow makes it through the fog in your brain and you blink up at him, chin crumpling and lips pouting in displeasure. “there y’are, baby. just wanted to make sure you’re still kicking.” the corner of his lip quirks up into a half-smile as his face comes close to yours, kissing the pout that’s formed there. he’s speeding up again and your eyes roll back into your head.
“there y’go. that’s my good girl. there’s still so much fun i’m gonna have with you.”
aaaa thank you for all the love on this guys 🥺 if anyone has any reqs or just want to chat to me id love that so much so plz plz drop something in my asks <33
nooo it wasn't horrendous!!!! your writing is so good!! gojo's an asshole in the fic you wrote but you captured his sinister personality so well
coming back from the dead to answer this but HELLO ?!? THIS IS SO SWEET?!?! thank you so much T___T nice ppl like you make me wanna get back into writing but i just never have coherent ideas …
ok that was horrendous but i hope you all enjoy ! i’m gonna sleep now <3
bad habits.
summary: gojo satoru is an absolute menace.
word count: 4.3k
warnings: literally where do i start. satoru is a terrible pervy 28 year old womaniser with a thing for virgins. he's just awful. corruption, coercion, manipulation, dubcon, noncon (? reader never explicitly says 'no' or 'stop' but there are some elements e.g. reader struggles), size kink, fearplay, pain, edging (kinda), overstimulation, unprotected sex, praise, degradation, dumbification, manhandling, nipple play, literally one mention of blood, no aftercare because satoru is a dick, virgin!afab!reader but gender neutral with no gendered language until bold line. a little angsty at the end because gojo is awful. also gojo has a big dick because it's my fic and what i say goes. also gratuitous swearing and italics.
notes: i feel like i need to apologise initially because of how terrible this whole thing is. i literally banged it out in a day and just wanted to get it posted... there are probably errors because i got sick of reading it, LMAO. this is p dark by the way, please please be careful with the triggers! hell is hot and i am going there! hope you enjoy my baby/monstrosity. <3
gojo satoru is the type of guy to exclusively go for 18-19 year olds simply because they’re so easy for him. his colleagues berate him for messing with kids 10 years his junior, but how can he help it when they flock to him like sweet little angels, begging to be desecrated?
guys HELP …. this perv gojo thing started as just a collection of thoughts and now it’s a fully fledged monster 😭 i reckon it’ll be at least 3k words, probably dropping tonight or tomorrow, haha..
PLEASE it's now 4k words. so help me god
guys HELP …. this perv gojo thing started as just a collection of thoughts and now it’s a fully fledged monster 😭 i reckon it’ll be at least 3k words, probably dropping tonight or tomorrow, haha..
i'm having some creepy virgin lover gojō thoughts, and i'm not afraid to share them. <3
guys i am sorry for not putting a read more thingy on my naoya drabble 💔💔 i wanted to i just couldn’t figure out how to i hope it’s not clogging up anyone’s dash or tags or anything 💔💔 also i hope ur all doing amazing thank you sm for following me i am so flattered and thankful <3
Your naoya drabble was just 🥵
I read it in public but I just know I'm gonna read it again when I'm in the safety of my own bedroom👀
Honestly my naoya brainrot right now is unreal I'm always desperate for new content so thank you for providing us with your writing🙏
i’m so so glad you liked it !!!!! thank you so much <3___<3 i feel i’m a bit rusty at writing and i’ve also never written naoya before, so i hope i did him justice <3
ok there now i am gonna sleep gn <33
“i like my women quiet, and now i think you’ll do nicely.”
make it fit — naoya zenin.
warnings:
misogyny, a lot of it. T__T. naoya is really mean, dubcon/noncon(?), choking, size kink, dacryphilia, drool (it’s all just gross), degradation, praise but you can see the ulterior motive behind it, dumbification, one mention of a corpse.
word count: 854.
notes: i am... back from the dead?!? with this really gross awful unproofread misogynist naoya drabble. i have to credit @sukirichi, i’ve been reading a lot of your naoya stuff recently and it was so good that i somehow awoke from my 8 month writing coma to bang out this mini monstrosity. thanks for the inspo!!! <3 p.s. reader has female anatomy and gets called ‘good girl’ !
“you’re such a fucking crybaby,” he hisses, hips rolling into yours without regard for your comfort, forcing in what wouldn’t fit when he tried caring about your tears. “it took me so fucking long to get into your panties, i took you on so many— so many shitty dates, and let you talk about your boring self as if i was interested.” his voice is seething, the panties in question currently stuffed between your lips, muffling your sobs and resulting in a collection of drool from the sides of your mouth. his movements are animalistic, and you think about how stupid you were to believe he could actually care for you.
“and once i do manage to get you into bed,” he continues, a growl in his tone accompanying a particularly harsh thrust, “you won’t even let me fuck you. i tried to be nice, stretch you out a little, play with your stupid little cunt to shut you up for just a minute, but no—“ his voice suddenly becomes girlish and mocking, evidently an attempt to humiliate you further: “‘i can’t, i can’t— it hurts, stop—‘, such a fucking baby.”
he returns to his usual pitch to spit the insult right at your face, which is already streaked with tears, your cheeks hot and covered in smudged makeup- (you think back to getting yourself dolled up for the date, eager to see him again. he’s nothing like other guys, you’re sure! he’s so polite and charming, not at all like the sleazebags who usually try and chat you up. it’ll be different this time, you reason. you witness your vision tinge with black and feel his hand tighten around your throat, and realise how wrong you were.)
his grip releases your limp wrists- you’re fucked too dumb to try and push him off any more- and reaches for your chest, flicking a pert nipple with a harsh finger.
“fuck,” he groans, his hips stuttering for just a second before he pulls out, flipping your ragdoll-like body over and slipping in again, “you’re so wet... are you sure you weren’t pretending about it hurting, sweetheart?” his tone has turned condescending, and you hate how the nickname he’d used on your first meeting can still affect you. your answer never comes, evidently, and he chuckles darkly as he pushes your head down into the mattress by the back of your neck.
“god, you’re so much prettier when you keep your mouth shut, baby. no more— yapping, and rambling about your interests that i don’t care about, you’re so perfect like this. my personal fucktoy, huh? aren’t you my good toy now?”
it’s cruel, and he knows you can’t reply, so he yanks your head up by your hair, the sting causing you to cry out, and makes you nod for him.
“that’s right, baby. you don’t need to talk. i like my women quiet, and i think now you’ll do nicely.”
he lets your head fall to the bed again, your cheek smushed against the sheets as he pauses the pounding of his hips to reach for your face, grabbing the fat of your flushed cheeks and pulling the now soaked panties out from between your swollen lips.
“i’m sure you’ll know better than to take this as permission to speak, darling.”
words race through your thoughts, comprising contempt and indignance along with pleas- you try to say “please don’t stop”, “it feels so good” and the like, but it all comes out as slurred syllables; he fucks you so good to the point that you’ve lost the articulateness that you’re always so proud of.
“you good, honey?” he gazes at your face, and the way your tongue is lolling out of your mouth, drooling. “oh, you’re so gross.” the sentence is said with an obvious grin, the bastard’s proud of his handiwork. “but you know i love it.” his strong hand lets go of your face, instead moving to uncharacteristically gently move your hair from your face where it’s stuck to the mix of saliva and tears- the juxtaposition reminds you again of how you’d truly thought that he’d cared.
his hips are pistoning again, slower this time; you can feel every ridge and vein of his cock dragging against your velvet walls. a tap to your temple brings you out of your stupor- you’re mindless, you’re a mess, it’s humiliating, but he smiles down at you. “you still in there?” he taps again at your forehead and your eyes slide closed. “hey, hey. look at me. i don’t wanna fuck a corpse, you won’t squeeze me as good then.”
his remark somehow makes it through the fog in your brain and you blink up at him, chin crumpling and lips pouting in displeasure. “there y’are, baby. just wanted to make sure you’re still kicking.” the corner of his lip quirks up into a half-smile as his face comes close to yours, kissing the pout that’s formed there. he’s speeding up again and your eyes roll back into your head.
“there y’go. that’s my good girl. there’s still so much fun i’m gonna have with you.”
what if i told you i was still alive....
oh wow ok i’ve been very inactive this week since i’ve been in classes but thank you for all the follows and notes!! they’re much appreciated and i will definitely be putting out some new drabbles as soon as i have time <33
pet - dabi x reader.
summary: self-indulgent and gross, a toxic dynamic that i’d adore to have with dabi. <3
tw: noncon, kinda dubcon at the start (i’m so sorry this is so gross he is just so mean)
tags: dumbification, degradation and a tiny bit of praise, very brief petplay (being called a mutt), facefucking, mentions of dacryphilia, abundant cussing
wc: a little over 1k
notes: my first fic, eek!! >_< i know this is pretty nasty but i’m hoping to find some similar minded people who don’t mind it hehe… thank you so much for reading my very first post! <3
you had never thought that joining the league of villains would leave you in such a favourable position: living in the lap of luxury with no responsibilities whatsoever, all your needs taken care of without you even needing to lift a finger. then again, you’re not exactly the type the league are eager to recruit- a little scrawny, your quirk pretty average.
all this came about from a drunken night spent with the one and only dabi. your saviour, you reckon, as he brought you home after finding you wandering the streets with your heels clutched in your grasp, where only god knows what could’ve happened to you. it’s lucky that dabi thought you were so pretty with tears streaking down your cheeks, and you, without knowing who he was, had went along with his ministrations because it felt fucking good, and you didn’t want the feeling to end. he liked how you looked so much that the next morning he asked if you’d like to become a permanent member- though you didn’t miss the way flames flickered at his fingertips as you deliberated on his offer with a heavy swallow, realising what your fate would be if you tried to run.
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