#YOU get paid way more than me to do FUCK ALL

[yanderenightmare]

Can you write more for naoya zenin? Your writting is soo good omg, i was thinking about ex husband naoya

Naoya Zenin

♡ TW: toxic relationship, toxic family, arranged marriage, obsessiveness, possessiveness, denied divorce, abuse, kidnapping

♡ FEM reader

Ex-husband Naoya, who refuses to sign the papers as there’s no such thing as divorce in the Zenin clan—who says it’s shameful and that you should know better than to think you can just walk away from him just like that.

Ex-husband Naoya, who is very clear about it—how if you leave, it will be with nothing to your name—nothing but the clothes on your back, and barely even that—because everything you have is owned by him—and the only reason he’s ever been willing to share it is because you’ve paid for it in his bed.

Ex-husband Naoya, who can’t believe it when you leave him anyway—who’s certain he’s coming home to a dutiful wife, all silly ideas put to rest, sweetly apologetic for ever having raised the thought—but instead comes home to a quiet, cold, and empty house—divorce papers the only trace you’ve left behind.

Ex-husband Naoya, who immediately has the Zenin clan shun your clan and makes sure all other clans do the same, completely cutting you off—telling your clan leaders that until they deliver on their side of their alliance and have you return to your rightful place, their clan is to be held in contempt.

Your family begs you to go back to him, to stop this rebellion you’re so childishly insisting on. Your father even commands you, but you’re done taking orders from men—and their brainwashed wives. You don’t owe them anything—they’re the ones who sold you off to that misogynistic madman in the first place. Serves them right to suffer the way you have.

And so, you go off on your own. 

But with his resources, ex-husband Naoya’s always able to find you—and make your life hell. Any job you manage to get fires you only a few weeks later for reasons unknown—encouraged by a silent donation—and realtors will suddenly tell you that the apartment you’ve been interested in is off the market.

Ex-husband Naoya, who comes to collect you from the woman’s shelter you’ve taken refuge at, fed-up and beyond ready to put an end to whatever it is you think you’re up to.

“I don’t have any more time for this nonsense of yours,” he says— patronizing tone making him look ugly and nothing like the great man he thinks he is. “You’re out of money, and you’re out of places to run. Come with me now, and I will still allow you a gracious return.” 

Ex-husband Naoya, who really must be the most entitled man in the world.

“Make me waste any more time, and I’ll—”

“Fuck your gracious return,” you cut him off, continuing with a sneer, “Only way I’m going anywhere with you is kicking and screaming. Now get the fuck out before I call security and have you arrested.”

Ex-husband Naoya, who looks at you as if you’ve gone mad, then proceeds to feel driven insane himself—laughing at your threat like it was all a really funny joke.

“I’ve been lenient enough with you, humoring this little rebellion of yours, allowing you to come home on your own,” he says, his voice whispy with breath, just shy of unhinged—then dead and cold come his next words, “But I see now… I’ve been too indulgent.” 

Ex-husband Naoya, who meant it when he said he was done playing games.

Ex-husband Naoya, who doesn’t have an issue with your kicking and screaming.

♡ NAOYA ZENIN masterlist ♡ JUJUTSU KAISEN masterlist

[terrietont]

Yes thank you! As someone who exhibits a lot of these traits with quite a few of these characters, it feels super ableist to me especially because women with different personalities and traits that seem too “weird” often get bullied a lot, especially teenage girls! But you never hear any of this “EvERy PriNcess The SamE” about male characters that are “quirky!” And it infuriates me! Let women be silly for the love of fuck!

Plus if that’s all people see about the characters, they obviously haven’t even paid attention to what said characters are doing! They’re more than just “quirky” many of them are harboring trauma and anxiety and there’s only so many ways one copes with those things. Sometimes it’s being spontaneous, sometimes it’s sleeping a lot. Women are more than their appearance!

I have seen complaints about Moana, in fact recently. People saying she’s “akorable” because she can be silly and she’s also A TEENAGER (at least in movie 1 I haven’t seen the sequel so I can’t judge)

But fucking hell man. People will look at women and judge them immediately.

Just go ahead and tell me you would judge me because I have AuDHD and I often make little jokes and quirky sounds every so often to stim and I’m also clumsy and self conscious. Tell me you would say I’m “doing it for attention” because being myself isn’t normal.

I look up to so many of these characters because I understand so much of their anxieties and trauma and the love of being silly without being judged.

Frozen for example connects with me to this day since my sister and I are so close as friends and I was once the ‘conceal don’t feel’ type and my sister I often say is like Anna. She’s determined, she loves her sister so much, she can be clumsy and silly and also break down from time to time, she has a little bit of a temper but she’s still got so much kindness and respect.

I’m like Elsa in many ways too. I get very bad anxiety, I can be creative when I’ve focused. I prefer being alone a lot of the time but I still want company. I can be silly and joke around and I struggle with crowds and prefer to be in nature.

I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again.

Despite these characters being conventionally attractive, it’s the fact that they have a personality that many people wouldn’t find “attractive” because they’re clumsy, highly emotional, silly, can make awkward mistakes and often seem airheaded.

I’m so sick of women only being seen as Boobs and Butts and also “Manic pixie dream girls” just for being “not normal” Why do men get to be silly and goofy? But as soon as a woman/non cis gendered man has a personality and flaws it’s considered “too quirky”? Get fucked!

It’s hurtful to see people pinpoint neurodivergent behavior in women as being “quirky uwu” and not women unmasking and being themselves. Being silly is being real to me!

I don’t care if it’s fictional or not, it’s rooted in reality. The way people react to women being not socially acceptable even in fiction happens in real life and it hurts. I can’t be on good terms with someone who looks at these characters and thinks that they’re just “quirky” and not that maybe a ND person could relate to them because she also happens to have a lot of the same traits and trauma.

LET. WOMEN. BE. SILLY.

Not saying all Disney Princesses should have the same personality, but I can’t help but have an itching feeling that a lot of the pushback against “quirky” and “adorkable” princesses is rooted in at least some form of misogyny. I mean, what? Girls can’t be socially awkward? Is that what you’re saying?

[kaisaerinlover]

nagi seishiro

tw: pseudocest, dubcon

getting used to being nagi seishiro’s newest… newest… newest something… is really hard. you don’t even know what you are to him, but him and reo keep insisting you call him seishiro-nii, but you don’t like it! reo is your big brother, not nagi. but, then again, even your real nii-chan is insisting that you should treat nagi the same way you treat him too…

you always wanna be good for reo, he’s your brother after all. and maybe seishiro-nii isn’t all that bad, maybe you can get used to it.

that’s what you thought earlier, you regret it already. man, you wish mom and dad paid more attention to you; they could save you from this mess. but unfortunately only the eldest mikage sibling matters, not the useless youngest girl who can’t ever hope to inherit the mikage corporation.

it’s a shame your gender precedes you, and that’s why you’re on your knees in front of nagi choking on his cock whilst your brother holds your head down yet strokes it so sweetly, a weird contrast to what he’s having you do to nagi right now. just 5 minutes ago you were being a little too resistant for nagi’s liking. and you weren’t taking him deep enough. nagi’s tall - 191cm - so he’s also big. you gotta take more than just the tip, y’know? unfortunately you didn’t know. so he called reo in. “hey reo, she’s not doing it right again” he called out into the hallway.

that’s how reo got there, pushing his baby sister’s head down onto his best friend’s cock. making sure she takes every inch. he does feel a little bad, but that’s to be expected. and besides, sometimes you have to sacrifice one person’s comfort for another’s pleasure. he’s sorry to you but nagi’s physical being is more important than yours, if you use your mouth properly it’s gonna help him perform better in games! nagi is in heaven though, he feels your sweet mouth wrapped around his length and jesus christ it feels like heaven. your tears are wetting up his thighs and your sobs are a bit annoying, but you’re cute. so he can ignore it. he’d rather you just shut up though. reo senses this and coos to you gently. “shh, it’s okay ‘mouto. gonna be over soon. just keep being a good girl ‘kay?” he’s still massaging your head so softly. nagi is in ecstasy however. “ah, reo. push her deeper-“ he breathes out. and reo obliges.

your throat is killing, you curse yourself for your inexperience because maybe if you were good and had practice before at such a crude act you could have made nagi finish 5 minutes ago and gone back to your regular routine of simply being expected to be next to nagi and staying quiet the whole time he plays some game. it’s boring and you hate it, you’re only behaving to make reo proud of you, but it’s so much better than this. you open your big teary eyes to get a look at nagi. you don’t know why, but you do. and he’s looking down at you too. nagi doesn’t do smiles, so he doesn’t smile at you; but he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t a bit happy you even looked up at him during… this.

“hey- ah- reo, she looked at me” he points to you with a shaky finger as he’s still feeling so good whilst fucking your mouth. reo simply laughs at him. “hah, yeah, she is” he ruffles your hair. “keep your eyes on nagi for me, okay imouto?” and you do. you want to make reo proud so much, you trust your elder brother with your life. that’s your biggest weakness, you really shouldn’t, but how can you not!

nagi is so close, he can feel himself about to cum. and when he does, it’s blissful. he doesn’t even have any words to describe it, but god you’re so fucking good at it. a natural slut. reo just pulls your head up a bit to check on you then pushes your mouth back down onto his best friend’s dick. “look how good you can be, you made nagi cum. good girl. but y’ gotta clean it up still.” he chastises you a little. nagi hums in agreement. “yeah, clean my cock off, imouto. don’t wanna shower. too much hassle.” seriously? hassle? it’s more than just a hassle to you, you hate this! that’s what you’re telling yourself, that’s your internal monologue right now. but you don’t even have the strength to fight back. you’re stuck sucking the salty cum off of his cock ‘til him and reo decide to finally let go of your head.

this seriously sucks, doesn’t it? it’s so degrading. your brother keeping you locked in place, mouth stuffed full of nagi and his seed. they’re talking like you aren’t even there. like you’re not cockwarmimg nagi right now. nagi is leaned back a bit and reo is just simply talking about their most recent game. reo often leans down to kiss your forehead and nagi is scratching your head in the manner you would a cat. you’re being almost completely ignored, whilst his dick is still lodged in your throat. gosh, your elder brothers are so not fair. and the taste of his cum, gross! you don’t like it at all. but you can’t even swallow. nagi’s cock is pressing against the back of your throat. it’s just too hard.

not to mention your knees are hurting. you hate this so bad, so how come even after reo gets up, lets go of your head, gives you a bedtime forehead kiss and walks back to his own room, you’re still there? mouth wrapped around nagi. he’s leaning back on his hands still looking down at you curiously. “why you not getting up, you like my cock” and you swear up and down you don’t! in your head, that is. you don’t know yourself why you’re yet to stand up, so you go to push yourself up from your aching knees finally. but a large hand stops you, it’s nagi’s. “don’t move, it’s a hassle, my dick’s gonna be all cold. just stay, be good” and you actually oblige. you’re a curious little thing, usually you don’t like to listen too much to nagi, but tonight you’re being extra good. so maybe he’ll indulge you a bit. maybe he’ll stop thinking that showing a small percentage of kindness to you after all the obedience you show him is such a hassle. you adapted well to the situation after all.

he pulls your head up from his length, pushes your chin closed with his hand and tilts your head back. you swallow, of course you do. and he pats your head. “good job, baby. like it when you’re good, bad girls are a hassle.”

he must have you brainwashed or something, ‘cause you don’t wanna be a bad girl for seishiro-nii all of a sudden. and he must see that too. he lifts you up, his large hands under your arms, and brings you onto the bed with him.

you’re both laid down, and he’s rubbing your head so gently, so sweetly. he’s not preoccupied by his phone or any other console for once. he’s just being nice to you. treating you like a princess. rewarding you. you deserve it, you clean up everything after him, do what he says for the most part and you’re good company. he pulls you in against him and you don’t squirm like you usually do. “thanks for being a good girl” he whispers into your ear. and you blush and just nod. seishiro-nii is sorta nice, isn’t he?

maybe reo-nii was right, maybe you should just behave for seishiro-nii. maybe you misjudged him and he really is fit to take care of you. after all, he is your brothers best friend. and nii-chan is smart, he only picks the best. nagi is passed out, still holding you, and you notice how he’s actually good looking. maybe you should just be good for him. after all, you’re in a position most girls would kill to be in.

maybe you really aren’t just reo’s imouto. maybe you’re nagi’s too. and maybe you’re not as upset about it anymore.

[viforavi]

singer/songwriter!caitlyn and producer!vi… known for her quiet allure and silky voice, cait is a rising star whose songs have almost all been produced by vi. most of the lyrics cait writes may or may not be drawn from a crush she has on her producer. vi may or may not be producing cait’s songs because she’s not only undeniably talented, but also incredibly hot.

caitlyn loves to observe the focus vi has when creating her vision in the studio—sometimes she finds herself staring at her a little longer, taking note of how vi plays with her bottom lip and the way her big, beautiful blue-gray eyes dart across the computer screen—but the praise she gets when she records the perfect take is the cherry on top of it all.

“atta girl.”

“amazing work, you did so well today.”

“there we go, princess. knew you could do it.”

she feels her face flush slightly at every compliment and this time is no different. they near the end of a session as caitlyn records the last of her harmonies and the rest of the pre-chorus. as caitlyn’s verse comes to an end, vi smiles and clicks a button on her sound board to let cait hear her next words.

“you did so good in there, sweetheart. i could listen to you all day.”

a small giggle paired with an eye roll is her typical response to the producer’s kudos. cait’s ears and cheeks are tinged pink at the last part of vi’s comment.

“as if you aren’t paid to do exactly that,” caitlyn points out.

she removes her headphones and exits the soundproof room, walking towards the couch at the same time as vi to take a break before the producer works herself to the bone to get this song to sound like a masterpiece. caitlyn’s legs find themselves propped on vi’s lap crossed at her ankles with vi’s hand gently holding her in place, a comfortable position they find themselves in very often. vi expresses a thought she has about cait’s writing.

“y’know, i honestly still can’t believe you wrote these lyrics. i didn’t realize you were seeing someone.”

cait lets out a soft laugh, slightly embarrassed at the idea. the lyrics are… more sexual than what she usually writes, depicting fantasies and desires that she would typically consider private information.

“i’m not! just… felt really inspired i guess.”

“c’mon, don’t give me that. you rarely ever write about sex, let alone ask me to produce a song about it. she must be really fucking good, so who’s the lucky girl?”

she was right. caitlyn rarely wrote songs about sex and even when she did, she was usually too embarrassed to show them to vi. caitlyn’s had her fair share of hookups, but in caitlyn’s eyes none of them could compare to the mere thought of vi: her stupid fucking haircut that she, by some miracle, manages to pull off, her muscular build that convinces cait that she could be picked up by her like a feather, and that voice.

god, that fucking voice and her fucking praise.

even though she was the one to ask, vi’s stomach drops at the thought of cait seeing anyone. she keeps her eyes on the screen, avoiding caitlyn’s gaze and hoping she doesn’t look like a kicked puppy.

“seriously, it’s no one.”

“bullshit, cait. we’re friends! you can tell me.”

“it’s not! i’m really not seeing anyone.”

“please, cupcake.”

the underlying sweetness in her disbelieving tone makes cait want to melt into a puddle on the floor. part of her wants to admit that the object of all her fantasies has been a certain pink-haired musical genius with a jaw-dropping body and a pretty face, but her pride outmatches her desire, even though the use of the dessert-inspired nickname makes her knees weak.

“it’s just a crush. that’s all.”

cait swears she can see vi’s ears perk up. she’s met with a shit-eating grin, and now vi can’t help but poke and prod further to figure out who this mystery crush is. they giggle and playfully fight with one another as vi begs to know about this “crush” and cait wonders why the fuck she decided to say anything at all.

the regret leaves her body when she finds her face centimeters away from vi’s and her arms locked in front of her chest, held by her wrist thanks to vi’s unbelievable strength. cait makes out the curls of her eyelashes, the dark ink of her face tattoo, and most especially the plush of vi’s lips and the scar that decorates the top of them.

shit. why does she have to be so fucking gorgeous?

caitlyn is certain the red all over her face perfectly matches the burn she feels. she feels like she’s opening for fucking beyoncé or something with how nervous she is to be this close to someone she’s known for years.

“you’re really gonna keep this from me, princess?”

something about vi’s lowered voice and her eyes searching her face (particularly at her lips, she noticed) gave caitlyn a sense of confidence that she knows she’ll probably regret acting on. she wants vi, and she’s tired of vi not knowing. she swallows and looks into vi’s pleading eyes for a moment then sighs, nearly surprising herself with what she does next.

her feet find their way to the floor to push her up out of her seat and then she swiftly swings a leg over vi’s lap, seating herself where her legs once were. vi’s grip on caitlyn weakens and confusion is written all over her face with her wide eyes, raised brows, and slightly parted lips. cait gazes at her through hooded eyes, playing with the neckline of vi’s muscle tee. she leans over and ghosts her lips over vi’s ear to tease.

“you really wanna know?”

vi rests her hands on caitlyn’s hips and slowly licks her lips, still unsure of what exactly is going on… but she’s not complaining. her thumbs fiddle with the top of caitlyn’s jeans as caitlyn pulls herself back to face vi, one hand caressing the back of her neck and the other cupping her chin. vi groans at the sound of cait’s voice as she asks vi a very important question.

“do you want me to tell you, or would you rather i show you?”

[altoskh]

Imso tired man. I'm so tired. Why do I work this hard I am so FUCKING over this shit

[pa-pa-plasma]

i don't think i'll ever get over how people treat kids that aren't good in school as worthless no matter what. "oh it can't be that bad" my guy idk how to tell you this but the last time i went to a normal high school the principal called me into his office to brag about how he failed me in all of my classes before the semester was even finished & i should quit while i'm ahead cuz i'm too stupid ("officially" diagnosed as such by a school counselor & a psychiatrist!!) to succeed. & this is considered normal

[carcarrot]

do i really want to make individual drinks again

[nobodybetterlookatme]

My mom told me the other day that it was gonna seem like I was trying to date my friend if I payed for her ticket to a show, so maybe you should try and pay for his food and that’ll indicate your intentions lol 😅

LMAO fuck maybe I could try that 😂

[kavehater]

Man I just give up.

[theres-whump-in-that-nebula]

Just applied for a summer childcare position (like for a camp type thing) that pays 20–28 dollars an hour based on qualifications (I should be towards the end of that scale because I work in a school; and the only requirement the job lists is to be 16 and have experience with children). So hopefully they’ll consider me. That would be wonderful.

[nacrelysis]

how are you a billionaire and you still don't pay your fucking bills. god.

this is a level of incompetence i've never fucking SEEN before. and I'M the person who ends up carrying the group projects.

[nonokoko13]

Why can't people like a celebrity without imagine them as queer? Can't people like Taylor music without go saying she's lesbian/queer when she hasn't said anything about that. Pretty sure if she was attracted to women she would have already said it 🫠

Even in the hypothetical scenario where she was queer indeed pressuring somebody to come out or out them yourself is selfish, stupid, dangerous, toxic and overall fucked up (-᷅_-᷄)

We have so many queer pop icons out of the closet but you need to headcanon your favourite ally/het as lgbt for...comfort reasons? Just because she's your fav? Because you are queer? Dude she's not a fictional character can you not spread false information or discuss real people orientations and just enjoy their content 💀

all goofing aside I genuinely don't understand the urge to reimagine Taylor Allison Swift as a secretly queer icon when the pop music scene(TM) is like. literally overflowing with women who actually like women. Gaga and Kesha and Miley and Halsey are right there. Rina Sawayama and Hayley Kiyoko and Rebecca Black and Kehlani and Victoria Monét and Miya Folick if you're willing to get slightly less top 100. Janelle and Demi for them nonbinary takes on liking girls. like what are we doing here. like I'm not even saying you can't enjoy Taylor but why would you hang all your little gay hopes on her.

[sleeperagentclone]

"I can't wait around for the owner, I have other places to be" Then why are you still here bitch? Fucking goooooo

[alltingfinns]

I post one Calvin and Hobbes comic to a whole 11 notes and then I post another with as much fanfare and tagging to 400+ notes exploding my phone for the last 24 hours.

Algorithm? This site doesn’t even have a formula! Post popularity should be used for random number generation honestly.

[cuntwrap--supreme]

I never shop on Amazon, but I got a $50 Amazon gift card for going to an interview and decided fuck it, I'm finally buying a proper desk. Almost $200, I paid almost $150 of my own money. I bought it 3 weeks ago. Where the hell is my desk? It's supposed to be here by today and it hasn't even shipped yet. So I contact customer support and they say they can't really help me unless I'm a Prime member. I hope Jeff Bezos dies in a horrific and mind-bogglingly slow manner.

[kamitv]

Higuruma’s the kinda guy that has no idea how the hell he pulled you so every time your eyes linger on him a little bit too long, he gets nervous as fuck. Sweat will trickle down the back of his neck and he gulps loudly enough for you to hear it, to which you start smiling at him.

Those wide-set eyes of his carefully drag back over to you and he notices the way you’re staring at his nose. You always gush about how much you love that part of his face and ever since then he can’t control the twitch beneath his slacks as he replays exactly why you love his nose so much in his head.

And hey, it’s no help that you’re sitting right on top of him right now. Your manicured nails that he paid for grazing all over his skin, touching his neck, his jawline, and soon his face too. Then you lean in and kiss the bridge of his nose so softly that it makes him grunt.

“You’re so perfect Hiromi,” You’d hush out to him in that tone you know drives him craze.

Higuruma is left slouching further back into the couch and spreading his legs further apart with a not-so-subtle roll of his hips upwards against you. “Please. That’s all you, sweetheart.” He tries to play it off as if he’s not complete putty in your hands but lord knows when you start trailing your touch down his breath his hitching in his throat.

You smile—a sight he can never get enough of, truly. “Take the compliment, Hiro. I’m bein’ serious…” Your fingers are wrapping around his tie now and his eyelids are all low on you.

Still trying to play it off, this time with a chuckle, he hums. “…Thank you, love.” He’s such a gentleman too, all easygoing and relaxed for you.

Which says a lot considering the kind of man he becomes while he’s fucking you.

Higuruma isn’t exactly mean, nor is he much of a talker during sex but… His cock damn sure says a lot as he later fucks up into you just to hear those sweet praises you give him.

You just love complimenting your man and he loves being complimented—honestly the perfect match for each other.

Every moan of his name that leaves your lips only drive him deeper and deeper inside you. He’s so stupidly in love with you and most times it shows through sex instead of words. Despite how he’ll have you bouncing up and down on his left curved cock for hours, this is the most passion you’ll get from the overworked man.

And when he does open his mouth to speak, your cunt is fluttering around his thick head. Whispering a crisply husk utterance of, “Fuck. Ride me, love. Ride me juuus’ like that. Y-Yeahhh. Shit. Love these fuckin’ hips, don’t stop movin’ ‘em.”

Your moaning grows louder by the second and he’s guiding you up and down his dick, eyes rolling to the back of his head with every perfect slam of your ass down onto him. His groans are so deep that they practically bounce off of the walls of your living room, leading you to clamp around him tighter than before.

Higuruma especially loves your nails for some reason. He can’t get enough of how they feel ghosting his skin every time you move your arms or whenever you move to grab ahold of his face and lean down to kiss him. That’s why he’s always paying for them (even though he secretly loves spoiling you too).

Then, when you get a bit more confident and slip your hands down to hold onto his arms, he groans again. His grip on your hips would tighten and there’s just one wet plop after another while you ride him in earnest.

Which is what prompts filthy words to pour out of his mouth like, “Uhuh, fuck yourself on my cock, pretty girl. C’mon, you can do it. Make yourself feel good. Use me baby, use me.”

Again, he’s not much of a talker but sometimes you cause the words to just spill from his lips. While he’s spewing filth out to you, you’re getting closer and closer to a messy release. It’s right as you’re about to cum that he demands you look him in the eyes (no matter the position) so that he can watch them gloss over as you cum all around his girthy cock.

You look so fucking gorgeous when you come undone too—it’s a sight Higuruma simply can’t get enough of. Half the time, he ends up fucking his cum up into you just because of that look alone. You wouldn’t even be able to move or run from his deep thrusts, feeling every inch of his carry against your walls until his cum is fucked all the way in to the point that it’s dribbling out of you.

It’s messy but, he loves it. He loves you. And even after sex, he still doesn’t understand how the hell he’s managed to bag a beautiful woman such as yourself…