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:
âś…: 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.
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?"
