HERE WE GO! Omg I don’t feel read but feel so ready. This is an early update for 100 followers. I hope you guys like all this. I will update links as I add more chapters/choices. Feel sweaty and nervous. Thanks everyone who has helped on this and supported me. DISCORD <3 TW: Not SFW, Mature, Dark Themes, Possibility of character deaths, Possibility of Reader death, Violence, Sexual Themes in future, language, drugs, alcohol, gore (these are main TW’s for future and some for this chapter)

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It was funny, if you thought about tonight in the terms of some trashy crime novel; the air was sticky and thick with a feeling of dread. Like something was waiting in the shadows to devour you whole. Sadly, this wasn’t some book, this was life in Sin City, and the likelihood of dying that night was just as high as some poor unsuspecting victim in a thriller. Dying here would be more permanent, however.            

Oh my god Nonny you have opened a can of worms for me now. First of all if this man’s cum taste like caramel....Can you even imagine the sheer amount of fun blowjobs are now. He would actually just have to surgically remove me from his dick tbh. I don’t care I’d just

Dry. There will be nothing left. It’s overstim city with a population of one angry blonde.

He gave me the opportunity to prove I could top and I failed.

Warnings: spit kink, mommy kink, choking, dick stepping

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“Uh.... That’s right you dirty slut! Um..... Mommy’s little bitch boy.....” Lacking confidence you looked at the ropes around your lovers body again, the red lines that you usually saw on yourself looked jarring on him... maybe you tied them wrong. “Are they too tight?”

“I TOLD YOU 30 TIMES NOW ALREADY THAT THEY ARE FINE!!!!” The man naked and on his back seethed underneath you. “SPIT ON ME, CRUSH MY DICK!!!!!”

“I’m in charge here you.... BITCH!” Spitting softly on his abs you raised your foot again and gently stepped on his dick, tenderly pushing it into his hips before he let out a huff.

“Dust bunny.... if you don’t take those stupid shoes I stole for you, and stomp on my dick, digging that heel into my balls while SPITTING ON MY FACE, I AM GOING TO BREAK FREE AND SHOW YOU HOW TO MYSELF.”

“SH...SHUT UP!” Trying your best to stomp on his cock you found you couldn’t, your foot coming down as a pouty stomp at best, definitely not the pain he wanted. Looking up panicked at his face you lost the colour in your own. “Wait.... wait no... I can” gathering the spit in your mouth you made a pathetic attempt at spitting down onto him. The spray was not the nasty glob you knew he wanted. Instantly the ropes decayed and Shigaraki stood over you, his red carmine irises gleefully sparkling in enticiparion. Grabbing your throat he gathered his own spit in his mouth and forced yours open with his free hand, the large glob hitting your tongue.

I......you know you can JUST say you don’t like Endeavor right? It doesn’t have to be a moral standing just say you don’t like him and go? Nobody’s gonna force you to like him???

Had a severe panic attack and this is what came of it. Remember dears, Chisaki Kai thinks you are worthy, if anyone else tells you otherwise he can Overhaul them! <3 TW: NSFW, Light dom/sub, mentions of edging, denial, teasing, mild overstimulation, probably something being construed as self hatred

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It was hot, so hot, his hands gripping you tightly and all you could breathe, all you could see, was him. He was everything, and any sound you made, any thought you had was his to claim. The gloves he wore had been changed from latex to soft leather. You hadn’t been deemed worthy of touching him yet, though he had yet to break out in hives when you had been stupid enough to overstep boundaries.

Chisaki had a way of controlling and commanding what he wanted. He could walk into a room and immediately it would be his. However, tonight what he commanded was you. Your body was a violin in his hands, your muscles were strings pulled just on the edge of too tight and threatening to snap with the right stroke. He wouldn’t give you such a gift yet, you needed to earn your release.

And so currently he hovered over you, watching with those golden eyes that peeled away every layer of flesh until they saw your mottled soul. You arched instinctually beneath him, trying to pull him towards you, to entice him and he chuckled.

“Ah, princess, don’t try so hard, you know you’ll wear yourself out before I give in,” his voice was falsely sweet and a little roughened from the arousal that lay heavy in the confines of his pants.

You whined, “Please.”

It was almost a sob, the sound so broken and tortured. He brushed the pad of the glove against your naked clit and you squirmed desperately only to have him pull back with a half-smirk and mischievous glow in his gaze.

“You want to cum for me?”

“I always want to cum for you,” you breathed. “I want to be your good girl.”

“You are so good for me,” he whispered back, even as you felt his thumb and middle finger press on either side of your clit and your eyes widened with nervous energy. “I’ll make you cum nice and fast, so hard you’ll see stars,” his pointer finger light brushed the swollen nub and you realized he’d withdrawn the hood, you nearly screamed as your body lurched with the sensitivity from hours of teasing and edging.

His touches were light, and would be nothing special if under normal circumstances, but this was Kai, and he knew how far he’d taken you and knew just how much more you could take. He knew everything you needed and gave it. With a few more light brushes you were practically growling out your orgasm as it crashed with not just stars but a complete white out, you body twisting and shuddering before you lost consciousness. He smirked, before pressing the lightest kiss to your temple.

*mean girls gif* 

*mean girls gif* 

*mean girls gif*

ON THIS DAY TWO CHILDREN BURNED THEIR HOUSE DOWN AND JOINED THE MILITARY SO THEY COULD BULLY GOD INTO GIVING THEM THEIR BODIES BACK

TW: Public sex, mild praise kink, dub-con, alcohol, NSFW, blow job, mild breath play, gagging, rough oral sex It’s been what… 2 days since I did a drabble? Feels like that! I’ve been a busy bee though, but definitely nice to blow off some steam with a drabble again <3  —-

His hands fisted in your hair, god you couldn’t even remember getting out here, but the sting at your scalp focused you. Had you moaning heavier around his cock as he rolled with a lazy arrogance that matched the smirk on his face. Originally those lips, his entire expression had been so sweet and so deceptive. It was impossible to know this was what lay beneath the façade.

With the alcohol giving you a heavy buzz in your nerves and the fog curling about your thoughts, it had been so easy to get blindsided. He was so gorgeous, just the right amount of confident, he respected you, or so you thought. The way his lip curled into a half snarl and his hips stilled so he could grip your head to move you up and down the thickness cutting off your air, using you like a cocksleeve, you knew he had nothing in his head but getting off. And you had been a convenient doll for him to fuck.

You could probably put up a bit more of a fight, he was a pro-hero, but you weren’t completely defenseless. Yet, you found in your hazy mind you didn’t mind the feeling of him hitting the back of your throat enough to make you gag, didn’t mind the tears spilling over your cheeks, and definitely didn’t mind the sounds he was making.

“Fuck, I didn’t expect this,” he groaned holding you still, burying your nose in his pubic bone, but just for a couple seconds before he was pulling you up and you were able to suck in a breathe through your nose. “Your so – hah- so much fucking b-better than I expected.”

He praised you openly and you felt your cheeks warm even more as you worked to hollow your cheeks around Shindou’s dick. You had only met him tonight, you’d talked some, but he was still essentially a stranger. You didn’t do this kind of thing with strangers, on your knees in the dirt of a back alleyway behind some grungy bar. Still, you tried harder to make it better for him because it felt good.

It was so easy to get lost in the delirious zone that happened when a dick was shoving itself down your throat and the lack of oxygen was not helping. He was watching your face with a look of pained desperation on his face as he started moving his hips along with your head.

“Shit, oh fuck… damn gonna,” you felt the tremors in his dick, the slight vibrations along his hand and you watched in awe as his jaw flexed and neck tensed. “Oh goddaaaamn.”

He froze, thrusted lightly once as warm fluids, slightly salty with a bitter tang flooded your mouth. You swallowed as if it was water and you were in a desert. He looked down with half-lidded eyes, flushed cheeks, and a slight pink hue down his neck. He was beautiful sin.

He slipped from your mouth and tucked himself back in, regarding you thoughtfully even as you focused more on working out the soreness from your jaw.

“Hey, princess, how about… I take you home and return the favor, hm?” he looked as if he wanted to eat you alive. As if he hadn’t just cum hard enough to make him lose control of his quirk.

“Thought this was just a one-time thing,” you said, voice slightly hoarse, he smiled.

Denki Kaminari x F!Dom Reader

Word count: 1,137

A/N: Hellooooooo, this is only my second time writing anything like this so I hope it’s not the worst! Big thank you to @wootato for all the help editing, it really did help me so much! Verrryyyy NSFW below cut, read at your own discretion. I hope y’all enjoy!

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Someone said Kabedon… my take on Dabi with kabedon in shady parts of town! Here’s your drabble Rouge my love <3  TW: Not sfw, Dub-con, Condescension, Graphic kissing, Mentions of Stalking, Dabi radiates BDE in spades

—- You probably should have been more aware that night. Probably should have been listening to the steady thud of the boots behind you because he sure wasn’t trying to cover up his footsteps. Instead you were to focused on the glow of your phone and taking slow drags from your cigarette. Letting the nicotine lovingly caress your lungs and shoot of shocks of endorphins through your system. Even with the stress relief you still managed to regularly cuss out the messages appearing in front of you.

Day 3 brings the smut with everybody’s favorite Broccoli boy who I don’t write for nearly enough! Warning: Explicit Content. All my characters are over 18, if you’re reading this you should be too.

In case you didn’t know this like I didn’t, don’t pour regular candles on yourself, friends. There’s special low temp candles made for this activity

There’s a lot going on here including: Wax play, Spanking, Bondage

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The cold bite of plastic against your chest and thighs made goosebumps prick along your body. The slick surface was to protect your bed from what was about to come, but you were completely nude. Your bare skin the canvas for the mess you and your boyfriend were going to make tonight.

Day 2 is bringing in the angst! Poor reader is feeling left out of the squad’s plans for the night but that might have been a good thing.

There’s a lot going on here including: blood, gore, there’s a mention of vomiting and possible suicide mention

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It wasn’t supposed to be like this…

A full moon shone overhead in the clear night sky. The bright white light bounced off the few leaves still attached to broken branches highlighting the dark droplets of liquid falling into the dirt.

It hadn’t rained in weeks.

Here we are! Day 1 is with everybody’s favorite lightning bug!

Nothing wild going on in this fic! It’s fluff day!

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“We’re not gonna lose to Bakugo and Kirishima this year!”

That was the only phrase passed around your apartment as Halloween rapidly approached. It seemed like every year, your friends would outdo you in couple costumes with an embarrassing amount of ease. Every time you thought you were showing up with a winning idea, here comes the group’s over achievers to put you both to shame. Not this year though! This year, you and Kaminari would be the ones holding that trophy! This time you were going to have those bragging rights!

Which would have been an easy task if you weren’t dealing with someone who had the attention span of cricket. Kaminari, for all his chaotic good, has never been the best person to make plans with, which shouldn’t have been a surprise to you. Nothing about him makes sense. He can quote Shakespeare, but you’ve also had to stop him from licking a battery to charge it on several occasions.

So after a speedy and very unproductive brainstorming session, you let Kaminari retreat to his world of video games, “Babe! You don’t understand! I got kicked because everybody thought I was the impostor last time! I have to redeem myself!”

With his laptop and more determination than ever required for a video game, he retreated into your shared room. Not wanting to disturb him, you stayed in the living room, scrolling through costume ideas on your phone. In the time you had free, you worked on putting together an actual costume idea that wasn’t just some variation of Ash and Pikachu, or a battery, or anything electricity-related actually. It was getting predictable. You would need something fresh to win. Something your friends wouldn’t expect you to pick.

Sitting cross-legged in front of the mirror in your living room with your makeup pallets scattered in front of you, you looked at all the colors laid out in front of you. Staring at the bright hues, suddenly, a brilliant idea popped in your head. It was culturally relevant, and it was creative….sort of.

That’s how you found yourself quietly sliding into your room in search of your boyfriend. He was sitting in the same spot you had left him in, headset on, and deeply engrossed in the game he was playing with his friends. The situation was almost too perfect.

“Hey there, Georgie.”

You leaned into his ear and whispered those words. Denki didn’t know what to expect, but this certainly wasn’t it. The second he laid eyes on those painfully memorable red streaks going down your cheeks, this poor man let out a scream so shrill you were positive he was never going to live it down with his friend group. Oh god, why didn’t you catch this on film?

“Aww, come on, that’s not funny, sunshine!” You giggled at his reaction, reaching out to place a kiss on his cheek.

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