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Day 2 - Submission

Kinktober day 2, which is definitely not 5 days late, I would never post anything late of course ;-;

Warnings: reader is a little bit of a toxic dom at first, punishment mention, marking, blood mention, submissive tomura x dom reader, tory sucking (except tomuras getting his titties sucked lmao), mommy kink, slight degrading + praise, a little bit of cockworship, face fucking, descriptive mentions of his cock + cum, soft aftercare :)

It’s late when you come home to your shared apartment. You’re exhausted at this point, mentally, as you drag yourself up a flight of stairs and to your apartment door.

You’re careful to be quiet as you shut the door behind you—Tomura’s bedtime was just over an hour ago and you know how hard it is to get him back to sleep once he’s awake.

The lights are all off, so you struggle to make your way through the pitch darkness, wincing as you bump into furniture as you make your way to your room. The door’s shut, and you’re careful to keep quiet as you slowly turn the knob and push it open, old hinges screeching in a way that makes you cringe.

You expect to see Tomura asleep in your shared bed, cuddled up in an excessive amount of blankets and cuddling the ridiculously huge plush teddybear you’d won him from the city carnival last year. He’s usually got at least three pillows to accommodate him—one for his head, one for his arms (along with the teddybear), and one between his thighs for comfort. But tonight you see none of that.

He’s laying on his side, covers up to his waist with his shirt off—probably lounging in his boxers despite you buying him so many silky, expensive pajamas for him to wear. Blue light shines onto his face and you see something on his phone, bedsheets rustling slightly, but you’re too far away to see what he’s looking at.

At first, you figure he fell asleep scrolling through social media or something. But then you hear a soft moan coming from his side of the bed, and jealousy sparks in your chest.

Aside from the basic ground rules of a dom-sub relationship, you two really only have one strict rule: no porn for either of you.

It makes you jealous, you had explained when you realized he hadn’t quit his porn addiction after the first few weeks of dating, seeing him cum all over his fist for some other woman. Of course he didn’t know any better—still a virgin when you met with barely any dating experience, he wasn’t really sure what he was supposed to do when he needed to shoot off a load, especially when you weren’t around.

You call me, you’d explained, a bit annoyed. Whether you’re at work, with friends, in the other room, you made sure that if he needs to cum, he fucking calls you.

So why was he committing an act of such disrespect? You come home late one night and this is what he does?

You make no effort to stay quiet anymore, dropping your bag onto the floor and storming over to the bed, snatching the phone out of his hand.

“What’s this all about, eh?” You ask.

He jumps, startled, and tries to grab the phone back, but you keep it out of his reach.

“Y-You’re home?”

“What does it look like? I had some entitled customer offer extra money half an hour after closing and got forced to deal with them for another hour—I’m home a little late and you immediately go watching that shit? Did you even think?”

“That shit? What are you talking about?” He sounds nervous, raspy voice shaking as he stares at the phone in your hand and back to your glare.

“You know what I’m talking about, Tomura,” you snap. “You deliberately stayed up past your bedtime because I didn’t come home early, didn’t even bother to lock the door while you jacked off to another girl getting her back blown out, and now you’re lying? Fucking disrespectful,”

“A—Another girl?”

Tomura laughs, unexpected from you even considering his brattiness. He’s usually bold, but he thinks he can laugh about something like this?

“Something funny?” You ask, annoyed. “What kinda shit were you even watching?”

You pick up his phone and unlock it—your face already registered for his ID unlock—and your expression softens.

You expected to see lewd videos of girls with spread legs and abhorrently fake moans, exaggerated expressions and poor scripting as they attempt to make the shit look hot.

But instead you see a social media app, on some account you don’t recognize—you have all his passwords, of course—and dozens of reblogged thirst tweets.

They’re dirty, unbelievably dirty—you knew your baby was a slut, but he can’t even tell you what he wants when you’re about to fuck him, let alone repost these things for anyone on his blog to see.

You stare for a moment, reading through them, and looking back to Tomura’s expression.

His laughs of disbelieve have faded into nervous chuckles, face gone redder than his eyes as he watches you scroll through his phone.

“This is what you were staying up doing?” You ask in disbelief, feeling guilty for yelling at him just a moment ago. “You were the moaning I heard? And—And what’s the fake account for? Who’s is this?”

“I—It’s mine,” he admits sheepishly. “’m sorry, mommy—I should’ve told you I made a new one, but—but then you would’ve looked at it and seen the posts and—”

You shut him up with a messy kiss, lips lazily slotting against his as you cup his burning face, more embarrassment seeping into his cheeks.

“This is what you were doing, up past your bedtime?” You chuckle, laying down next to him and showing him the posts as if he wasn’t the one who saved him. “Do you see how slutty this makes you look?”

“I—I know, mommy, you don’t need to rub it in,” he stammers, tongue tripping over his words as his voice shakes. “I just—”

“These go back for weeks, love,” you tease. “You’ve been reading these for a while, hm? Wishing they were you?”

“Well I—erm—”

You silence him with another kiss, softer this time, and keep scrolling through the posts.

“You want these? You want it to be you?”

“Yes—no! I mean—”

You laugh a little and pull him into your chest, muttering about how that’s just so cute, love, and that if he needed these things so bad, he could’ve just asked.

“‘m’not good at using my words, mommy—you know that!”

“Oh hush,” you sigh, stroking his silvery hair and scrolling into another post.

“If this is what my baby needs so badly, what kind of mommy would I be if I didn’t give it to him?”

You click on one of the posts, laughing at the way he tries to hide his face in your chest.

A pathetic moan forces it’s way from his throat as you read more posts aloud, him whining as he tries to bury his face deeper into your chest.

“Degrading, hm? I knew you were a little slut, but I didn’t know you liked being treated like one,”

He whines again, unable to to stop himself from grinding against your thigh. Even through the material of his boxers you can feel how wet he is, the tip of his cock drooling precum through the fabric. You can’t help but mumble about how cute it is, how wet he is, just from reading a few dirty posts online.

“You know, I really should punish you—you’re up past your bedtime and hid this dirty secret from me for a long time, love,”

“’m sorry, mommy!” He whines, muffled by your shirt. “Needed you—needed to cum so bad and—and I couldn’t do it alone, and you weren’t home and—”

“Shh, baby, hush,” you coo, trailing your fingers down his body. “I won’t punish you tonight, you seem like you really need it, don’t you?”

“Yes, I do, please!” He lifts his head to look at you, large puppy eyes boring into yours. “I won’t do it again, p-promise! Jus—Just help me, please?”

You smile softly and set his phone down on your nightstand, fixing your attention on his wide eyes, pathetic tears of yearning and need threatening to spill down onto his cheeks.

You crawl over him, and although he’s bigger than you—taller, heavier, more muscular—he feels so small under your intense gaze, crimson eyes scanning every tiny expression of your face.

“I’m gonna take care of you, love,” you promise, pressing your lips onto his in a bruising kiss before he has the chance to respond.

Slender fingers tangle themselves in your hair, desperately trying to pull you closer, to get more.

Your tongue forces its way into his mouth, his dry lips moving in to suck on it, drowning in your taste. A moan leaves his throat as you move down and bite on his lip, tugging on it until the metallic taste of blood floods your mouth.

Delicate lips make their way down his neck, tongue tracing over self-inflicted scars, covering them with brilliant marks of violet and crimson. You make your way down to his chest, leaving soft bitemarks and gorgeous bruises, tongue lapping over his sensitive nipples before you lean in and suckle, a rush of pride leaving your body in a soft laugh as his hips buck pathetically, lonely cock desperate for attention.

“M-Mommy, please,” he whines, failing to push your head off his overstimulated nipple.

“Please what, love?”

He whines again, a pathetic mewl of your name as his untouched cock twitches in his boxers.

“M-My cock, mommy! Touch me there!”

Normally, such a demanding tone would’ve earned him a hefty punishment—one that would’ve left his ass bruised and red with handprints, a nasty punishment that would’ve ended with him sobbing on his knees, begging for forgiveness.

But tonight you just can’t help but feel bad for him, knowing how needy he must be.

So you stop teasing him and move your focus to his boxers—a sticky, wet print covering the plaid print in the front—and tug them down to his thighs, taking in the sight of his gorgeous cock.

You were far from inexperienced when you met Tomura. Not a slut or a player, but you’d seen plenty of men naked, and you knew how to take care of them. But even ignoring your obvious bias to Tomura, his is still your favorite.

He’s big—longer and thicker than normal, your two hands still not being able to fit him all. A virgin when he met you, he thought his cock was average at best, but nothing like the over exaggerated shit he’d seen. He’d been so adorable, so shy to show it to you for the first time, so confused when you sucked in your breath and told him it’s the biggest you’ve ever seen.

Thick veins wrap around the shaft; your favorite is the fat one that runs along the underside of his cock. And it’s so fucking pretty, a perfect shade of dusty rose, tip turning redder and redder the harder he gets.

Once you’re done admiring him, staring at how pretty his cock is, you slowly wrap your lips around the tip of it.

Precum pools under his foreskin, and you dig your tongue into the slit, giggling as his cock jumps at your touch. You lap up the salty precum, swallowing every delicate drop before taking him further in.

You start slow—or at least, you try to—as you take him in, wanting to savor him, savor the taste of his fat cock on your tongue.

But you’re impatient, can’t wait any longer—and neither can he, as he instinctively bucks his hips up into your face, effectively shoving his length down your throat.

You choke a little around him, throat spawning at the unexpected intrusion, but god, it feels so good just to have him in your mouth.

You allow him to tangle his fingers in your hair, using your mouth like it’s a fucking fleshlight as he forces your head up and down, up and down.

It hurts a little, every slam of your face into his pelvic bone, lips catching on his silvery pubes—but you force yourself to take it, marveling in just how good your baby fe le from your touch.

He moans louder and louder, switching between cries of your name and “f-fuck, mommy!-” as he uses you to get himself off.

It doesn’t take long before his cock twitches in your mouth, and you know he’s close. You moan around his cock, an unspoken plea for him to finish in your mouth.

And despite not being able to form words, Tomura knows, Tomura always knows what his mommy wants.

So he gives it to you, a final thrust of his hips having him moan out a cry of your name as he paints your throat with hot, thick ropes of cum.

You pull off a moment later and swallow, savoring the taste of his cum in your mouth as you clean him up with your tongue.

He’s still panting when you come back up to his face and pull him into your chest, poor baby still struggling to come down from his orgasm.

But it’s your soft embrace, your plush lips pressing gentle kisses into his skin as he calms down, your voice hushing him through it that helps him slowly drift off.

As he cuddles into your body, feeling your loving arms around him, just one thought runs through his mind.

God, he fucking loves you.

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consider this me making up for not doing kinktober so if y’all want answers go at it, otherwise just wait until i finally post something :’)

MAKE ME ADMIT STUFF

1. Would you have sex with the last person you text messaged? 2. You talked to an ex today, correct? 3. Have you taken someones virginity? 4. Is trust a big issue for you? 5. Did you hang out with the person you like recently? 6. What are you excited for? 7. What happened tonight? 8. Do you think it’s disgusting when girls get really wasted? 9. Is confidence cute? 10. What is the last beverage you had? 11. How many people of the opposite sex do you fully trust? 12. Do you own a pair of skinny jeans? 13. What are you gonna do Saturday night? 14. What are you going to spend money on next? 15. Are you going out with the last person you kissed? 16. Do you think you’ll change in the next 3 months? 17. Who do you feel most comfortable talking to about anything? 18. The last time you felt broken? 19. Have you had sex today? 20. Are you starting to realize anything? 21. Are you in a good mood? 22. Would you ever want to swim with sharks? 23. Are your eyes the same color as your dad’s? 24. What do you want right this second? 25. What would you say if the person you love/like kissed another girl/boy? 26. Is your current hair color your natural hair color? 27. Would you be able to date someone who doesn’t make you laugh? 28. What was the last thing that made you laugh? 29. Do you really, truly miss someone right now? 30. Does everyone deserve a second chance? 31. Honestly, do you hate the last boy you were talking to? 32. Does the person you have feelings for right now, know you do? 33. Are you one of those people who never drinks soda? 34. Listening to? 35. Do you ever write in pencil anymore? 36. Do you know where the last person you kissed is? 37. Do you believe in love at first sight? 38. Who did you last call? 39. Who was the last person you danced with? 40. Why did you kiss the last person you kissed? 41. When was the last time you ate a cupcake? 42. Did you hug/kiss one of your parents today? 43. Ever embarrass yourself in front of a crush? 44. Do you tan in the nude? 45. If you could, would you take back your last kiss? 46. Did you talk to someone until you fell asleep last night? 47. Who was the last person to call you? 48. Do you sing in the shower? 49. Do you dance in the car? 50. Ever used a bow and arrow? 51. Last time you got a portrait taken by a photographer? 52. Do you think musicals are cheesy? 53. Is Christmas stressful? 54. Ever eat a pierogi? 55. Favorite type of fruit pie? 56. Occupations you wanted to be when you were a kid? 57. Do you believe in ghosts? 58. Ever have a Deja-vu feeling? 59. Take a vitamin daily? 60. Wear slippers? 61. Wear a bath robe? 62. What do you wear to bed? 63. First concert? 64. Wal-Mart, Target or Kmart? 65. Nike or Adidas? 66. Cheetos Or Fritos? 67. Peanuts or Sunflower seeds? 68. Favorite Taylor Swift song? 69. Ever take dance lessons? 70. Is there a profession you picture your future spouse doing? 71. Can you curl your tongue? 72. Ever won a spelling bee? 73. Have you ever cried because you were so happy? 74. What is your favorite book? 75. Do you study better with or without music? 76. Regularly burn incense? 77. Ever been in love? 78. Who would you like to see in concert? 79. What was the last concert you saw? 80. Hot tea or cold tea? 81. Tea or coffee? 82. Favorite type of cookie? 83. Can you swim well? 84. Can you hold your breath without holding your nose? 85. Are you patient? 86. DJ or band, at a wedding? 87. Ever won a contest? 88. Ever have plastic surgery? 89. Which are better black or green olives? 90. Opinions on sex before marriage? 91. Best room for a fireplace? 92. Do you want to get married

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the combined writers block and waves of my mental health getting worse as kinktober moves forward are not it💀

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Day 3 - Marking

This is so poorly written it’s not even funny

Writers block has been killing me and I didn’t even want to post this.. thinking about doing drabbles instead of fics, at least for some of the days because this is already exhausting. Anyway, I hope you guys like this! I don’t lmao

Warnings: Alcohol mentions, reader is a stripper, pervert dabi, hickeys, bitemarks, blood, pervert guys at the bar, very possessive dabi, slight dacryphilia

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The heavy bass thunders in your chest as alcohol stains your breath, music blaring throughout the crowded club. It’s busy tonight, even considering how popular business has been lately.

Drunken incels crowd the stage at your feet, yelling out incoherent words, throwing spare money and drooling over your figure. Most of them rush to the stage, trying to get as close as possible, to just catch the very scent of your cheap perfume, or to get a better look at your body.

But one man in particular avoids the stage. He sits in the back, cheap whiskey in his hand as cobalt eyes bore into yours, observing every movement of your body.

He’s been here every night since you started working, just to see you. He doesn’t care that the alcohol tastes like shit, or that the bar is running on its last leg, one more health inspection throwing the thing bankrupt—he could care less about the setting, because his eyes are all on you.

You look so fucking sexy, he’s thinking as he stares at the way your thighs grip the metal pole, the way your barely-covered body flows meticulously as you put on a show for the filthy men at your feet. He knows he has no right to be jealous—this is your job, after all—but it makes him fucking furious, seeing you get attention from all these perverts, acting as if he doesn’t care when they try to reach for you or drunkenly beg for just a few minutes alone, please?

He groans as he palms himself through his jeans, desperate to get some sort of relief as he repeatedly checks the time and waits, not willing to put himself up with those creeps next to the stage and give off an image you wouldn’t like. He knows damn well he’s better than any of those perverts, knows that out of anyone in this deadbeat bar, he’s the one who’s most deserving of you.

Alright, the two of you aren’t in an official relationship or anything.

But those random hookups, nights spent at your apartment, late-night calls to each other when you happen to be up with nothing to do… it’s impossible to say there’s nothing there.

So when your fifteen-minute break finally comes he’s practically leaping out of his chair, rushing to get your changing room before you do.

He’s got your schedule memorized at this point—every shift, every break, every room, everything. You’re taking a minute to collect the spare money those men threw up to you, giving him the perfect opportunity to slip into your room unnoticed.

You arrive a moment later, a startled “Dabi!” leaving your lips as he grabs you by the throat and kisses you, hard.

“Shut up,” he grunts, hand gripping your throat as he pathetically grinds himself onto your thigh. “Don’t act all shy now like you weren’t just up there shaking your ass for all those guys, slut,”

“D-Dabi!” You whine, prying his hand off your throat, “you know I don’t have an option, it’s my job, and—”

“Doesn’t give them the right to stare at you like you’re a piece of fucking meat. You’re mine, doll,”

“And how are they supposed to know that? You gonna tell them?”

Dabi laughs, a raspy chuckle that fades into a snarl in his chest as he grips your hips and pins you to the wall.

Your head whacks against the drywall and you try to whine, try to say it hurts, but all you can think about is him, how hard he is, the scent of him—your every thought is consumed by him, intoxicating your brain, your own fucking brand of heroin in your veins. And you love it.

“Why tell when you can show, doll?”

And then his lips are latching onto your neck, teeth scrapping against your skin as he bites and sucks and bruises you, branding your neck with a gorgeous shade of violet.

But one isn’t enough for him—a simple hickey won’t show those incels that you’re owned, already—so he keeps going.

He keeps going until your neck is bruised in crimson and violet, until your exposed tits are covered in his teethmarks, until blood is streaking your body from where he broke the skin.

Glittery trails of tears stain your cheeks as the bruises ache and sting, little markings all over your body showing that you’re taken, you’re owned; you’re his.

His pierced tongue darts up to lap up your tears, and he remarks that you’re just so cute when you’re all bruised up.

Before you have a chance to respond, your alarm is going off, and it’s time for your shift to start again.

God, he can’t wait to see the looks on their faces.

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withholding on posting day 2 until another user gets back to me, i wrote the piece inspired by one of their posts but forgot to ask permission—my fault, not theirs, just to clarify—so I’ll either be posting it when I get permission or rewriting it when I don’t. The rest of the pieces are still good to go, though. Bye!! ^^

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Day 1 - Bondage

Kinktober day one completed!

I’ve had this idea in my head for a few weeks and figured this would be a perfect starter to the month. Enjoy, you horny little fuckers :)

Warnings: bondage, dom/sub dynamics, reader calls Aizawa both Sir and Daddy, unprotected sex, a little bit of edging + overstimulation, creampie, reader is a lil obsessed with Aizawa’s cum (me too it’s okay)

The air is thick and hazy, the lewd scent of cum and sweat filling the room. Your entire body is sore, tight fabrics beginning to cut into your wrists as you desperately try to pull them away from the bed posts. It’s almost impossible to breathe with the restraining cloth digging into your chest, little gasps of air shaky and unstable. Your scalp burns, sore from being pulled and abused.

But the pain in your wrists, chest, and your scalp… they’re nothing compared to the ache between your legs.

“’m sorry, sir! I—I didn’t mean to get into your things, p-promise!”

Your pleads echo through the sticky air, nothing more than pathetic words forcing themselves out of your chest, practically unheard. You didn’t mean to poke around in his things, you swear! You were just looking around in his office—how could you know he kept his scarves in the closet?

Aizawa hums out a response, unfazed as ever, as he secures another knot around your wrists. If you couldn’t see the bulge in his jeans, his cock straining against the black denim, twitching every moment or two, you’d figure him almost uninterested. Your mouth opens slightly, salivating at the sight of it.

“Stop staring,”

The first words he’s said to you since he caught you alone in his office, your eyes divert immediately.

You really did this to yourself, he’s reminding you, mocking you for loitering around in your daddy’s office, thinking you could really get away from sitting there in that slutty lingerie. If you had just stayed still in there, if you had just sat in his chair and waited, like a good girl—if you had just sat still and not tried to explore his belongings—maybe, just maybe, his scarves wouldn’t be binding your little body to his bed right now.

Oh, and how badly you want to protest. How badly you want to tell him that you were trying to do this for him, trying to surprise him. But the words hitch in your throat, tripping over your tongue, and escape in nothing more than a whiny huff of air, lost in the hazy atmosphere around you.

You look pathetic, he’s telling you, finally securing a final knot—a tight one, binding your ankles together and bringing your knees to your chest—wearing such slutty clothes around daddy’s office, hoping he’ll give you his cock.

“Good girls ask, don’t they?”

They do, daddy, they do, you’re trying to say, but the words just won’t come out, heat flooding your cheeks as he keeps spitting out those derogatory words.

“’m sorry, sir, really!” You cry out. “I—I just wanted you s-so bad, sir—wanted your attention, didn’t mean to—”

The fabrics knotted around your body tighten at your words, cutting off your sentence, tears beginning to threaten your eyes.

“My attention, hm?” He leans over your tiny figure, the corners of his mouth quirking up at your shaking body. “Trust me, darling—you’ve got my attention now,”

And as intimidating as he is, crawling over your naked body—lingerie long discarded since he found you—heat gushes between your thighs at his words, and you can’t hide the way your body trembles for him.

He’s not oblivious to this either, slender fingers sliding down your body, tracing delicate shapes into your thighs, featherlight touches enough to keep you wanting, needing more. Your hips try to grind into his touch, restrained by the binds around your body.

“Oh, poor baby,” he cooes, faux sympathy dripping off his tongue. “Can’t even get to your daddy, can you? What a shame,”

An involuntary whine makes its way past your lips. You think you’re trying to ask for him to touch you more, but you can’t really tell.

But daddy—daddy isn’t stupid.

He knows what you need, he’s saying, daddy always knows.

“You need my cock, hm, baby?”

Yes, yes! You’re trying so hard to tell him, but your embarrassment keeps getting the better of you, whines and pleads hitching in your chest and coming out of your mouth as broken little moans.

And daddy, he laughs, thinks it’s just so damn cute that you need him this badly and can’t even tell him. He knows what you want—you know that he knows—but he’s stubborn.

“Daddy can’t give you what you need until you ask, darling,” he’s saying with a shrug, as if it makes no difference to him whether or not you tell him.

Another whine leaves your throat, hot tears starting to spill down your cheeks, wanting so hard to be able to just tell him. But it’s so hard, all words getting caught in the back of your throat when he looks at you, head cocking to the side as you stutter and gasp.

“You—you know, daddy!” You whine, earning you nothing but a little hum of disinterest. You try to rub your thighs together, desperate for any sort of friction, but strong hands are on you, pulling them apart immediately.

You can feel his eyes on your dripping cunt without even looking—you know how fucking pathetic it looks, slick dripping down your thighs, clit swollen and throbbing for attention.

“Mm, I’m not sure I do,” he says, once again unfazed as he blows hot air against your pussy, marveling at the way you pathetically clench around nothing. He says it as if he has no idea, as if he didn’t just outright say he knew a moment ago.

You’re almost sobbing now, choking on your own little whines, and you finally manage to blurt out—

“Just—just fuck me already, d-daddy!”

It’s like a fucking switch in his head, a snarl rumbling in his chest as he grunts out an affirmation. Unhurried hands suddenly grip your thighs hard enough to bruise, cock twitching desperately in his pants, straining against the thin denim.

He wastes no time, using a single hand to unbuckle his belt, the other occupied with brushing against your clit, pulling cute little moans out of your mouth at the slightest touch. The metal clinking of his belt sends even more heat to your core, toes curling in anticipation as he unzips his jeans.

A moment later, the head of his cock is nudging your little hole, and he’s laughing again, asking if you think you deserve it, you little slut.

“Yes, yes, please!” You’re begging, pussy already clenching albeit him not doing anything yet. Another disinterested hum, almost as if he’s considering not doing it, and you whine loudly, because you need it, you need him, you need to be full.

“You need to be full, hm?”

He doesn’t give you a chance to respond before he’s burying himself in your cunt in one swift thrust, balls slapping against your ass.

And despite how wet you are, the stretch hurts, copious amounts of your own juices the only thing aiding him as he pushes in. Your face scrunches up in discomfort, trying to get used to the stretched out, full feeling. He wastes no time as he snaps his hips, driving his cock deeper and deeper with every thrust of his hips, cockhead bruising your cervix with every movement.

“Ngh, d-daddy!” You cry out, clenching around him as he moans something about how fucking tight you are. “It—it’s too much, please! I can f-feel you in my b-belly, ’s too much!”

A taunting laugh makes its way out of his mouth, telling you to shut up and take it, and that you’re the one that wanted to be full, right?

I did, daddy, I did, you try to say, but nothing’s coming out of your mouth but whines of his name at this point, the coil in your stomach tightening with every slam of his cockhead against your abused cervix.

It takes just a few moments before that coil unexpectedly snaps and you’re gushing all over him, coating his cock in your cum, his name leaving your lips in a warbled moan as you cry that it’s too much, daddy!

But this doesn’t stop his pace. His hips don’t even slow, fucking you through your orgasm, ignoring your desperate pleas for him to slow down. He laughs at your whining, mocking your little cries, telling you it’s just so cute, and how easy it is to have you cumming on his cock.

You try to push him off just a little, to get some relief, but you can’t, arms bound to the headboard and knees bound to your chest. It hurts, tears now spilling down your cheeks as he continues his brutal assault on that fucking spot, and you can feel heat pooling in your belly again.

“Da—Daddy!” You’re trying to whine again, but he claps a hand over your mouth, muffling your incessant babbling, laughing a little and picking up his pace.

It hits you like a fucking freight train—your second orgasm, erupting around him, his massive hands not enough to muffle your cries, fat tears rolling down your cheeks from the stimulation. He makes a remark about them but you can’t tell what he’s saying, hazy words dancing around your head. The letters mix together, swirling around in the thick air as they run from ear to ear, incoherent.

He’s teasing you, you think, but you can only make out a few words. Something about what a good whore you are, or maybe he’s telling you again how easy you cum, you aren’t sure. He’s still laughing and mocking your pitched whines, but it’s hard to tell whose are whose now, sounds blurring together.

His arrogance fades quickly though, whines of mockery turning into throaty moans, muttering under his breath about how he won’t last much longer.

He removes his hand from your face, purple crescent-shaped marks indented in your cheeks, but you can’t think about them right now. All you can think about is him, his cum, how much you need it.

“Please, daddy—need your cum, fill me up, p-pretty please? Need—need to be full, need you to fill my belly with it, m-my body with it, please!”

“Oh, fuck,” he grunts, listening to your pathetic whines.

Seemingly endless babbling leaves your mouth as you beg for him to fill your cunt with his cum, whining about how you need it so bad!

It takes one, two, three more rolls of his hips before they stutter, cock twitching as he fills your pussy with his seed, cockhead throbbing against your cervix.

“Have that teach you not to touch daddy’s things.”

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proposing mr compress for the mask kink prompt

i can’t reveal anything yet but i hope you’re excited👀

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꒷꒦꒷♡𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐♡꒷꒦꒷

my list for kinktober that’s definitely not inspired by my own kinks/fetishes

Day 1 : ̗̀➛ bondage x aizawa

Day 2 : ̗̀➛ submission x tomura

Day 3 : ̗̀➛ marking x dabi

Day 4 : ̗̀➛ spanking x bakugo

Day 5 : ̗̀➛ praise x hawks

Day 6 : ̗̀➛ degrading x dabi

Day 7 : ̗̀➛ public sex x dabi

Day 7 : ̗̀➛ cockwarming x aizawa

Day 8 : ̗̀➛ overstimulation x natsuo

Day 9 : ̗̀➛ knifeplay x toga

Day 10 : ̗̀➛ electrostimulation x bakugo

Day 11 : ̗̀➛ phone sex x hawks

Day 12 : ̗̀➛ voyeurism x dabi/natsuo

Day 13 : ̗̀➛ orgasm denial x aizawa

Day 14 : ̗̀➛ blindfolding x bakugo

Day 15 : ̗̀➛ somnophilia x dabi

Day 16 : ̗̀➛ pegging x tomura

Day 17 : ̗̀➛ dacryphilia x dabi

Day 18 : ̗̀➛ cockworship x natsuo

Day 19 : ̗̀➛ shower sex x hawks

Day 20 : ̗̀➛ roleplay x chisaki

Day 21 : ̗̀➛ deepthroating x aizawa

Day 22 : ̗̀➛ threesome x dabi/hawks

Day 23 : ̗̀➛ cumplay x bakugo

Day 24 : ̗̀➛ mask kink x ???

Day 25 : ̗̀➛ leash/collar x aizawa

Day 26 : ̗̀➛ face-sitting x natsuo

Day 27 : ̗̀➛ riding x natsuo

Day 28 : ̗̀➛ panty sniffing x tomura

Day 29 : ̗̀➛ waxplay x dabi

Day 30 : ̗̀➛ spit/saliva play x aizawa

Day 31 : ̗̀➛ a surprise :)))

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I’m pagan!! Not many people know this, including many of my family members and friends, but I’ve been learning and practicing for about six months now ^^

It's Show & Tell Time!

Reblog and tell everyone something about yourself that might surprise them!

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Y’all I’m not even gonna lie I have been going through it so bad for Ferid Bathory-

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I’m the place you can come to, you’re the place I can go to

Ahhhhh sorry Tomura baby, this was supposed to be posted so long ago!! At least I got it out during April.. now I gotta work on Katsuki’s late birthday present oof

Nonetheless this was fun to write!! Keep in mind the trigger warnings and let me know if I miss any.

Notes: Tomura and reader are twins and it’s their b-day, AFO adopted them and reader calls him “daddy” but not in a kinky way, reader has some social anxiety

Warnings: 18+, mentions of drugs and alcohol; dry humping, degrading + praise, incest/twincest, face-fucking, kinda non-con/dub-con, cum eating, Tomura’s a bit of an asshole, generally toxic relationship

It’s one of those nights again.

There’s too many people, the air thick with the stench of alcohol and drugs. It’s loud, the thudding of the bass speakers rumbling your whole body. Flashing lights, rowdy college kids having “one more shot” for the umpteenth time, uncomfortable amounts of liquor and marijuana in everyone’s system… it’s anxiety-inducing.

Tomura knows this, can see it in the way you nervously fidget with your nails, can hear the shallow breaths you take as you try to calm yourself down. You tried to talk your father out of throwing this stupid birthday party countless times, begging him to just let you go out somewhere nice with your brother instead of inviting all these lousy people.

But daddy gets what daddy wants, isn’t that right?

Tomura’s a little better with these big parties. It’s not like he hasn’t thrown them before; you’ve lost count of how many times him and his friends have woken you up from one of their late-night gatherings.

But he can tell how uncomfortable you are with everything, hours into this party with people you’ve never met before. It hurts him, seeing his baby sister so distressed. It would be just cruel for him to leave you alone, wouldn’t it?

He’s been saying your name for about a minute now when you finally hear it, looking up from your phone to acknowledge him.

“Go somewhere?” You ask, confused. “Tomu, we’re in our house,”

He scoffs a little. “Go upstairs, dumbass. Catch your breath, get away from these losers for a minute,”

“O-oh,” you think about it for a moment. “But daddy—”

“Daddy won’t know, he’s busy,” he assures you. “Don’t you wanna have some fun?”

You ponder it, biting into the flesh of your lower lip, before scrambling off your seat. Tomura grabs you by your wrist and practically drags you up the staircase, down the hall and into his bedroom. He locks the door once you’re both inside, just in case someone tries following us, right?

You immediately crash onto his bed, face smushing into his blue-gray comforter.

“This party’s so fucking stupid,” you whine into the blanket. “Why’d he even make us have one? It’s not like he has any other year,”

“Fuck if I know,” Tomura says, shrugging a little. “I don’t see why our birthday’s worth celebrating so much if he couldn’t be bothered to even give us a present,”

You sit up and furrow your brow. “He didn’t give you anything?”

Tomura collapses in his obnoxiously big gaming chair, wheels rolling against the floor as he leans back. “Nope, you?”

“No, but..” Despite being born the same day at the same time, spare Tomura being just a few minutes older, Tomura has always been your daddy’s favorite. It doesn’t matter how alike the two of you are—he comes before anyone else.

Tomura laughs a little. “Not like I needed one anyway,” he grabs a controller off his desk and starts up his game system. “Wanna play with me?”

“I’m alright, I’d rather just watch you,”

He gets up and slumps down on his mattress next to you, and you immediately crawl into his lap. He tilts his head in confusion, and you giggle into his shoulder.

“I want cuddles,”

He rolls his eyes. “You’re such a baby,” he scoffs, laying back and starting up his game. You don’t care, though, just using his shoulder as a headrest while you watch him power through his video game matches.

You don’t know how long you’ve been sitting here, long enough for him to play a few rounds of whatever fighting simulator he’s got going on, when you feel it. It’s hard, the warmth of his cock flooding through his jeans as it pokes your thigh.

You don’t say anything, worried you’ll make him uncomfortable. But he must know already, right?

You shift position to try and push yourself off of it, a little gasp escaping your lips when strong hands push you back down onto his lap.

“Um.. Tomura-nii..”

“Yeah?”

Humiliation flushes your cheeks bright red, tongue tripping over your words as you try to get them out of your throat.

“It’s, um—it’s hard…”

“What’s hard?” He asks, eyes completely fixated on the flashing lights of his game. If it weren’t for the slight playfulness to his voice, the corners of his mouth twitching up, you’d consider him completely oblivious.

“Well.. you know…”

“Know what? Use your words,” he’s smirking now, ruby eyes glancing down at your exasperated expression.

“Your—um,” you bury your face in his neck, letting out the tiniest little whimper. “Your cock,”

“What is? Say it again,” he’s teasing you now, and you swear he’s getting harder as you struggle to tell him again.

It’s fucking mortifying, having to push that word out of your throat, tongue tripping over the dirty word. Finally, the little cry leaves your lips, and he stops pushing further.

“Is it now?” he asks, completely unaffected by how embarrassed you are. You nod into his shoulder, expecting him to push you off or apologize or do something.

You don’t expect him to start rolling his hips, grinding his hard cock against your clothed core.

You’re absolutely helpless to stop the little whimper that comes out of your mouth as his cock catches on your clit, rough denim grinding on your core as he practically humps you from beneath.

“T-Tomura!” You hiss as he rolls his hips harder, biting down on your lip to hold back the little noises that are escaping your throat. “Tomura, stop—we shouldn’t—”

“Why not, baby?” He teases, letting the pet name roll off his tongue. “Doesn’t it feel good?”

“N-no,” you lie quickly, trying to stop yourself from grinding back on him, “Tomura, we shouldn’t, if someone—”

“Shut up,” he groans, putting his controller down and using his now free hands to knead at your breasts. “Tell me you don’t like it—look me in the eye and say, ‘I don’t want it’. I’d like to see you try,”

And try you do, trying so hard to push those four words out of your mouth. But every time you get close, he ruts his hips up, and the only word you can get out a warbled cry of his name.

“That’s what I fucking thought,” he snickers. “Now why don’t I take those panties off you, hm?”

You can’t say anything as he reaches under your dress and pulls down your panties, lacy pink and elastic. He laughs as he twirls the soaked material in his fingers, berating you for wearing such skimpy, slutty panties to a birthday party.

“Such a slutty little dress, too,” he remarks, unzipping the back of your little rose-and-gold outfit, pulling the material over your head once he’s got it zipped down.

You’re sitting completely naked in his lap now, cheeks flushed red with embarrassment as he stares at you.

This is wrong, you’re thinking as you grind on his cock, on your niisan’s cock. But god, it feels so good.

“F-fuck,�� he whimpers, “I can feel how soaked you are,”

You giggle a little and push him over so he’s laying down, and gently slot your lips onto his.

It’s different, to say the least. It’s strange, it’s abhorrent, so dirty to be doing this with the man who shares your very flesh and blood. But so good, so right at the same time.

He sloppily slides his tongue past your lips, the taste of fruity bubblegum and ashy woodsmoke flooding your mouth.

It’s not romantic at all. It’s harsh and desperate, teeth clacking as your tongues fight for dominance, all while you messily grind on his clothed cock.

“G-gonna cum soon, unless you do something,” he nearly whines, and you can feel him twitching against your core.

“D-do it then,” you order. It was supposed to be a command, a demand for him to cum for his baby sister. But it comes out whiny and needy, because just the thought of your niisan cumming in his pants just from a little dry humping has you fucking ecstatic.

He lets out shallow little moans, grinding his hips just two more times before hot, sticky cum fills his boxers. You can feel it, the sticky substance seeping through his jeans, and it’s so hot, baby.

You giggle a little, but your laughter quickly fades when you see his expression. He looks almost irritated, uncomfortable with all that hot cum stuck inside his pants.

“Don’t look at me like that,” he nearly snaps at you, “clean it up for me,”

You tilt your head, confused at his command. “C-clean it up? With wh-what?”

“With your mouth, stupid,” he says, rolling his eyes. Your little eyes widen, looking down at his jeans zipper and then back up to his crimson stare.

And although he sounds irritated, annoyed with how stupid you are, needing your niisan to tell you how to do the simplest things… he’d be lying if he said he didn’t fucking love it.

“Well?”

You quickly make work of getting his jeans off, scrunching the rough material down to his knees before carefully peeling his drenched boxers off.

There’s cum—so much cum, too much cum, you’re thinking—as you stare at his cock. While he’s just now getting hard again, he’s so impossibly big, and you can’t help but feel your core pulse at the sight of his thick, veiny cock.

He’s observing every micro-expression of your face as you stare at him, watching your face as you take in the sight of his fat cock.

He nudges your head forward, the tip of his cock prodding at your lips, and they part immediately as you start to clean him up with your tongue.

You start at the base, tracing veins and lapping up his salty cum as you make your way to the tip, little tongue digging into his slit, earning a few gruff moans from him.

“Stop fucking teasing,” he warns, “or I swear, I’ll—oh, fuck,”

And your little giggles are back as you teasingly swipe your tongue along his cock, kittenish little licks leaving the sensation both too much and not enough.

“Or you’ll what, Tomura-niichan?”

You sound so fucking innocent, glassy babydoll eyes filled with pure adoration. But he doesn’t want innocent. He wants rough, he wants fast, he wants you now.

“I’ll fuck your throat raw, you got that? Want niichan to use your throat like his own fucking cumdumpster? Bet’cha would, fucking slut,”

And despite his threats you can’t help but giggle again as you lick a long stripe up his cock, drenching it in saliva again.

He’s finally had enough, though.

A rough hand fists in your hair while the other makes work of holding your jaw open as he rams his cock down your throat. He gives you no time to adjust as he thrusts his hips against your face, cockhead deep in your throat as he shoves it further and further down.

Within moments he’s letting out those broken little pants, tiny moans that tell you he’s close, dammit.

You’re crying, glittery tears trailing down your cheeks as he ruthlessly fucks your throat, and it hurts. But you do your best to please him, because you always want to please your niisan, and force your jaw to open wider, to take more of him, to be good for him.

He’s moaning out something that sounds like your name but you can’t tell, too focused on letting him use you like a little hole to fuck.

It only takes a few more pumps of his large hips before he’s cumming hard again, scalding cum trickling down your throat as he forces your head against him, nose bumping against his pubic bone as you cough and sputter around his softening cock.

Finally, he lets you off his cock and pulls out of your mouth. You swallow the remainder of his bitter cum, massaging your sore jaw. He runs a hand through your hair and smiles softly.

“Happy birthday, hm?”

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Figured I'd pop up in your ask box since I haven't stopped by in a while. Things have gotten really crazy, but I wanted to show a little love so here's some honey 🍯 -🐝

Bee anon!! I’m so happy to see you in my inbox^^

It’s been kinda hectic for me too—it’s not COVID but I woke up with a nearly 103 degree fever so I’ve just been kinda bleh all day.. I’m gonna try to get some writing done while I feel sick but to be honest I wanna take a nap lol-

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AHHHHH Tomura bb I’m so sorry, it’s been days since your birthday and I still don’t have a proper project as a gift ;-;

I’m in a writing block rn so I don’t even know when it’s gonna be done, I can’t plot to save my life.. hopefully it’ll be done before the month is out though

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Hooray, first anon in the anon club. Thank you so much. I got an endorphin rush when I saw that I was in the anon club.-🐝

Of course!! I figured I’d have to add you after that amazing Dabi prompt/imagine, I was dreaming about it last night-

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˚₊✩‧₊ 𝙺𝚊𝚢'𝚜 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚐 ₊˚.༄｡⋆

hello there!! welcome to my blog! My name is Kay^^ be sure to read my rules, they’re important!!

𝐈𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬: 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧!♡♡

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𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬:

rules ♡ anon club ♡

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 1950′s dabi takes you to the drive-in

I’m the place you can come to, you’re the place I can go to

kinktober 2022 masterlist

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♡ and i kept running for a soft place to fall - current words: 0.7k

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𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐮𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝: 𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 1𝐬𝐭

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♡∗·₊°𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧 𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐛°₊·ˈ∗♡

A lil club for all my anons who send me asks (or just wanna be in the club hehe)

Bee anon / 🐝

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I am so sorry for spamming you but my brain will not rest so bear with me but like what if Keigo was a nomad in reader's group and is trying to woo her but know that prince Dabi has shown up things have gotten difficult. -🐝

Don’t worry about spam at all!! I love hearing what’s on peoples’ minds and yours is really creative <33

I think adding Keigo into the picture would really add to the drama—we all know how possessive Touya is and this even showed through in my 1950’s fic, he was so possessive over reader even though she wasn’t “his” yet, so having Keigo as competition would definitely rile him up

great idea though!!! Stay safe n hydrated ^^