All Heaven In A Rage

All Heaven in a Rage

Chapter 22

Story Rating: Explicit, 18+ only Warnings: Non-con,  Kidnapping, Stalking, Explicit Sexual Content, Dubious Consent. Please read responsibly. Relationships: Steve Rogers/Reader

On AO3 SnowQueen79

A request for a dear friend. This takes place after the Infinity War but before Avengers 4. Steve Rogers has lost most of those he had left to the snap and loneliness is battle he’s losing. What starts out as an honest intention to help a girl who has caught his eye in daily life becomes a dangerous obsession where the lines of what’s real and what’s fantasy are blurred.

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A/N: Were you curious about what the reader put in that letter? Here you go…

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 | Chapter 13 | Chapter 14 | Chapter 15 | Chapter 16 | Chapter 17 | Chapter 18 | Chapter 19 | Chapter 20 | Chapter 21

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You didn’t leave the apartment the next day, told everyone you were sick. Claire thought taking the day off was a good idea, encouraging you. She knew you were upset that Brian had made such a scene and that you were worried about what he’d do once they released him. Claire was ready to kill him herself and you had no doubt she would try. But you didn’t want to keep bringing drama into her life like this. She was a really good friend and she’d been through so much with you over the last two and a half years.

The biggest problem you had? You couldn’t get your mind off that letter. You’d read it a dozen times at least. Trying to understand, trying to convince yourself it wasn’t real. It couldn’t be real.

But you knew, deep in your heart of hearts, it was most definitely real. And you needed to talk to someone about it. Desperately. Before you saw Steve again. Before you saw Natasha again.

Before you lost your mind.

You couldn’t tell Claire. She already thought you weren’t right for dating Brian. If you tried to explain all of this…

It was easier to find Wong the Wizard than you thought. Most importantly, he was real. And that only made the chances that the letter was real stronger and… Yeah.

First, you found an odd social media profile for Wong which led to an email. You sent an email to him, explaining that you wanted to invite him to lunch to thank him for sending you the letter and you wanted to ask a few questions if you could.

Wong answered an hour later, and your hands shook as you went to open it. It was a short reply telling you he’d meet you at the Subway that was right on the edge of campus and that he’d be happy to answer any question that he could.

You didn’t know whether to feel elated or fearful.

To make your lunch date with Wong, you called in sick at the coffee shop for a second day, promising Spencer you’d be back tomorrow. His answering text nearly sent you into hysterics.

Spencerd: You’d better be back tomorrow. It’s been busy. And Captain America wanted me to tell you to feel better. 😉

Captain America…

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Test Drive (Dabi x Fem!Reader x Nomu)

Genre: Smut, all porn absolutely zero plot.

Warnings: Moster fucking, breeding, watersports (golden showers), spit-roasting, extreme degradation, facial

A/N: This is so gross (and self-indulgent) but I saw some Dabi x Nomu art and couldn’t help myself. I kind of feel nasty for enjoying this but you know what? i don’t fucking care. PLEASE READ WARNINGS.

Tags: @lordexplosionsextra, @marilla-eldriana, @hisoknen, @mothwithteeth. @dabis-kitten, @hoefortodo

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You had no idea what to expect when Dabi asked you to help him test the new Nomu, but it certainly wasn’t this. Dabi was sat on a chair, Palming his hard cock through the fabric of his jeans as he watched the Nomu stretch your tight hole. You were sat reverse-cowgirl over the leaking cock of the most recent Nomu. The frantic panting and broken moans that left your throat as the tip of its cock breached your sopping entrance made his cock twitch. The pain of the stretch bought all your focus, blocking out the strange noise from the Nomu behind you.

“Dabi, it hurts” Your whining made him.

“Deep breaths, Doll” The Nomu continued to push its cock inside you, oblivious to your pain. Tears spilt down your cheeks as the Nomu bottomed out inside you. Dabi grunted at the sight of the bulge in your stomach. “Shit baby, look at you. so damn nasty.”

The pain hadn’t fully eased out when two strange textured hands began to bounce you. The pain was paired with a peculiar level of pleasure that you had never expected; you felt so dizzy, so intense, so full. The Nomu was essentially using you as a fleshlight, and there was nothing you could to but take it. Every thrust felt like it was rearranging your guts and one particularly hard thrust flipped a switch in your mind. The pained moans turned into pleasurable screams as the stiff cock inside you drags against your walls. The large hands at your waist tightened against you, and your eyes rolled back into your head as Dabi talked you to your first orgasm.

“Dirty fucking whore. Look at you. You’re fucking disgusting, you know that?” You thoughtlessly nodded at his question, and he chuckled at the gesture. “You’re so fucking desperate, pathetic little bitch, you gonna cum? Huh, slut?” Tears streamed down your face as you let out a choked sob, your orgasm crashed through your body, and you thought you might pass out. You gushed around the monster cock still drilling into your pussy, and the squelching noise sent blood rushing straight to Dabi’s cock. The Nomu rutted into you, completely unaware of your orgasm despite your pulsing walls strangling its cock. The feeling had your mind clouded, you were utterly overwhelmed at the sensation of the odd texture of the nomu skin rubbing at the walls of your over-sensitive cunt. The only thing able to leave your mouth was a messy “please, more” as the Nomu continued to bruise your insides. You faintly hear Dabi unzip his jeans, but all you can see is a blur through your tears as once more your feel the coil in your stomach about to snap.

Dabi stared at your ruined form with a hand wrapped around his pierced cock, and a moan slipped from his throat as your face twisted into simultaneously the nastiest and sexiest thing he’s ever seen. Your crossed eyes, smudged makeup, tear tracks, wide-open mouth and drooling tongue combined into what Dabi considered to be the most sinful expression he’s ever seen. You gargled on your own saliva as you pathetically attempted a moan. You were well and truly destroyed. Dabi stood up from his seat and walked up to where you were you, and the nomu were situated on the floor. He grabbed a handful of your hair and forced his dick down your throat, enjoying the way you gagged around him. You tried to lick over his jacobs ladder in your mind blank state and your actions were rewarded with a deep groan that made you clench around the Nomu buried deep inside you. The strange growling sound from behind you alerted both you and Dabi that it was going to cum. The thought of being filled up by a nomu had consumed your sex enslaved mind and Dabi’s words only helped you along to yet another orgasm. He pulled his cock from the back of your throat, chuckling at the string of spit that connected the two of you, and jerked himself off over your face.

“You want it, don’t you? You want that ripe little pussy to be bred by a monster,” he growled as your second orgasm wracked through your body, accompanied by sobs and drool. “You are such a filthy fucking cumdump” You shivered and groaned as the Nomu shot rope after rope of thick hot cum into your pussy and Dabi watched as it spilled out you, pushed out by the fat cock destroying your insides. Unable to support your head, you let Dabi tilt your head up towards him and paint your face white as he growled about how slutty you were. You barely registered Dabi ordering the Nomu in your destroyed haze. You almost sobbed as you were lifted off its cock. You felt empty now, and it was strange. Instead of helping you to the shower, Dabi stared you, hand still fisted in your hair. “I’m not done yet, ok?” You weakly nodded as an almost scorching stream of liquid hit the bare skin of your chest. You groaned as your boyfriend relieved himself over your fucked out, pliant body. Dabi hummed in content as the yellow liquid dripped down your body. You were a complete fucking mess covered in piss, sweat and cum and still, Dabi looked at you with an expression resembling love.

“I’ll clean you up, just catch your breath.”

Anything, For You

This is a continuation of Anything. Please be sure to read that part first if you want some context!

Rating:  Explicit

Warnings: Rough Sex (Vaginal and Anal), Threesome (Double Penetration), Weed / Alcohol Use, Rough Oral Sex (blow job, face fucking), Public Foreplay, Public Humiliation, Spanking, Choking, Obsessive Reader, Toxic / Power Imbalanced Relationship, Emotional Manipulation, Suggested Dubcon / Reluctant / Compliant Reader

Words: 12,128

Pairing: Drummer!Bakugou Katsuki x Superfan!Fem!Reader x Guitarist!Kirishima Eijirou

Quirkless, Punk rock band AU

Not specifically written for, but using it for the @bnhabookclub​​ ‘s members bingo event!

Crossed off: Threesome

Bingo Masterlist

BTW, please blacklist the tag cutesuki-lemons if you do not want to see this content from my blog. I will no longer be tagging with specific keywords for this type of content.Thank you~

Due to the nature of this post, the characters are 18+

Art in banner by me

Tag list: @lady-bakuhoe​ , @gallickingun​ , @unbreakableeiji​ , @boom-bakugou​ , @honeytama​ , @wakaoujisenhime​ , @ikinabi​ , @thotpatrolcaptain​ , @1-800-callmekatsuki​ , @tomurasprincess​ , @bratwritings​ 

You nervously tightened your grip on the small clutch in your hands, digging your nails into the faux leather and ignoring the sting of the metal pointed studs against your skin. For a few minutes now, you had just been standing outside of the club Garden, listening to the loud music and watching the flashing neon lights every time the door opened. With each group of people leaving, stumbling out drunk and high off adrenaline from dancing, the same amount were let in from an insanely long line, which even curved around the building to where you couldn’t see. There were so many people waiting to go in, and yet, you knew that you could just bypass this line and go on in. 

Why were you so nervous? 

It wasn’t the thought that you would be glared or yelled at by the people waiting if you skipped the line. Sure, it might make you a bit embarrassed if they picked at you, but that wasn’t the problem. No, it was who was waiting inside the club and who gave you that exact privilege to just come on in that terrified you. 

Bakugou 10:50 pm: come to the club Garden downtown around 1 am. just show your ID at the door and theyll let you in past the line. 

Me 10:51 pm: Just me? 

Bakugou 10:51 pm: just you, babe. your shitty friends arent invited. 

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Housewarming (NSFW) (Bunny!Izuku x Reader)

Summary: Izuku comes over to spend the weekend helping you finish moving into your new house. You learn a few things about the habits of rabbits, including just how deep the rabbit hole goes. (bunny!Izuku x reader) (smut smut smut smut smut)

Warnings/notes: fuckin. just straight up fuckin. biting, hair pulling, tail and ear pulling, oral (giving and receiving), uhhhhh reader has tits and a vag but gender is not confirmed. reader and izu are both switches, praise kink with reader receiving, uhhh I think that’s it? a gratuitous amount of focus on the fact that bunnies wiggle their noses to express interest in things.

A/N: so uh. I’ve NEVER written smut before so please be gentle. but I had a conversation on discord the other night with some of my lovely wives. that conversation started something like this:

the following is how the conversation ended. (writing smut is apparently much easier with live audience commentary, i’ve learned.)

Word count: 8100+

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Spending weekends with Izuku has always been at the top of your list of favorite things, pretty much second only to the man himself. Can anyone blame you? Your rabbit-eared best friend (read: longtime crush) is pretty much the sweetest guy you’ve ever met, his mom is a wonderful woman, and often, you feel more at home curled up with Izuku on his bedroom floor (neither of you ever want to take the bed only to leave the other on the floor, resulting in a history of cuddling each other to sleep and entirely defeating the purpose of sleeping on the floor to begin with) than you do your own house most of the time.

Spending the weekend together has been a monthly ritual for the two of you for years now, beginning in your last year of middle school (consisting of an extremely flustered bunny) when you still lived in the same apartment complex. You’ve since moved and the years have been kind, the innocent ritual remaining steadfast no matter how busy you or Izuku got with school or training or any matter of thing.

Only… This weekend is different. Because in the past, the two of you were always in the dorms or at his mom’s apartment. There were always people somewhere nearby to pop their head in and offer fresh cookies or join in beating you at Mario Kart or put in a noise complaint if you laughed too loud.

In a way, there were always limits.

This weekend is the first in your new house, bought for a surprisingly low price that you can assume is the result of being relatively small and not in a very desirable area.

This weekend, you’re completely alone with him.

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I have been thinking of the ways we tell people things. My father's hands shake, but he holds the phone up so I can watch the video from six feet away. My mother emails me the recipe of her beef stroganoff at 6 in the morning with the comment - woke up and didn't want to forget to do this! On the highway, we sing so loudly my voice grows hoarse; on the beach I sneak nice rocks into people's hands so they have something to hold; on the floor we all sit quietly in the same agreeable silence. We are all saying the same thing.

My friends say "Oh you know, keeping busy." This means they are having a hard time but making themselves survive it. I ask them to help me walk me dog; this is me telling them it's okay sometimes to just be present and talk about young adult fiction. When I cancel again because I can't get out of bed, she tells me she's on her way with cookies.

I point out the sunset. She shares her fork before I ask for it. He calls me at 1 AM just because I'm on the road alone, we talk about stupid shit. She waits for me to get indoors safely before driving away. He says - nah, forget it, I'm happy to do it for free.

People are saying it, you know? They say it often and loudly. Sometimes, you know - you just have to be listening.

Cuddlebugs

A/N: Ok… so… I’ve been writing reader inserts for a while but I haven’t… posted any… please be gentle… I just wanan cuddle the strawberry boi… fall asleep on him… Human body pillow…

Summary: Class 1-A hosts a movie night. You, ever the lightweight, sleep through it. (This is just fluff. Fluff and panic.)

Word count: Almost 1600

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This is a dream. This has to be a dream. Some Disney movie is playing on the TV across the common room, but Izuku can hardly focus on it. He’d thought he was lucky enough to nab not only a coveted position on one of the couches during movie night, but the only one next to you, you having taken the corner seat with a victorious grin while the class was still debating on tonight’s movie.

But this? This is a whole other level, with you you you resting on his shoulder, fast asleep with your legs curled up in the space beside you.

(So close…!)

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