Anything, For You

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

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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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Gonna tell y’all what I can hear now that I got my hearing aids

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.”

All Heaven in a Rage

Chapter 21

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.

I do not consent to have my work hosted on any third party app or site. If you are seeing this fanfiction anywhere but archiveofourown or tumblr, it has been reposted without my permission.

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

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Your nerves were shot for the rest of the day. Spencer walked you to campus and you headed to class. You pretty much ran from Norris Hall to the library for that job and it was late when you got out of the library. You weren’t looking forward to going home even though it was a short walk really.

You called Claire to tell her what happened.

“That motherfucker,” she growled. “He shows up with Doug again and you won’t have to worry. I’ll put my foot up his ass.”

You wouldn’t stop her.

“Is there any way I can convince you to drop him already? Michael has several cute friends. I could set up a double date,” she offered. “I know how shy you are, but you’ve got to do something. You can’t stay in this farce of a relationship with this asshole. You just can’t.”

Funny, you’d been thinking the same thing.

“I’m afraid he’s going to show up tonight,” you admitted, and she heard the fear in your voice.

“I should cancel on Michael so I can be there,” Claire said. “Better yet, I’ll see if he wants to just hang out at the apartment with us. I can have him beat the shit out of them.”

“No, Claire,” you pleaded. They had concert tickets. “I don’t want any of you getting hurt because of me. No. Go out as you planned. Have fun.”

Her exhale was a loud sound on the other end of the line.

“Then will you please do what Captain America told you? If he does show up, call the cops,” Claire bid you. “Don’t even go to the door. Just call the cops and get them out of there.”

“And that’s how I’m supposed to break up with him?”

“Hmmm,” Claire replied. “You’re right. It’s missing something. How about a breakup text and a restraining order to go with it? That ought to do it.”

You had to laugh. It really wasn’t funny because Claire was dead serious.

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fantasy - chapter 2; the siren.

parts: 1, 3, 4

ongoing plot: set in the fantasy kingdom of yuuei, izuku plays the orphaned prince and heir to toshinori’s throne, alongside his radiant bride-to-be. however, becoming king and queen will have to wait when the couple are attacked and kidnapped by a group of thugs, led by a spiky-haired barbarian with a lust for blood, on the eve of their wedding day. 

chapter plot: following their capture by the group of barbarians, izuku and his darling are taken to a port town to meet a mysterious stranger, who might have an explanation for why they’ve had their world turned upside down. however, their fate is taken in an entirely different direction, once they’re set upon by two soldiers that just so happen to be in the market for some fresh blood. 

warnings: blood, bruising, kidnapping, non/dubcon, brainwashing, voyeurism, death mention, unholy sacrificing, mild groping/noncon touching, rough sex. 

characters: prince izuku, princess darling, barbarian bakugo + barbarian kirishima, soldier kendo + soldier tetsutetsu, siren shinso 

word count: 8.6k

You had never been the most pious, nor the type of person to rely only on the will of fate. So when you were faced with unknown dangers without any other options, you weren’t sure how to handle yourself–you weren’t sure you were going to survive the journey alone, especially as you were led over gnarled roots and down winding paths through the forest, trails that only someone who had helped to create them would be able to follow. 

And Kiri, the barbarian who pulled you along on a lead, was one of those few people. No matter how sweetly he spoke and how kindly he helped you along, you couldn’t hope to be comforted in such a dire situation, especially while your hands were bound and you walked onward to a destination you had no say in. And not while you still didn’t know where your darling Izuku was, or even how he was doing at all. The comment that other barbarian had mentioned left a deep pit in your stomach, and just when you were working up the courage to ask Kiri what exactly he meant by it, you were stopped in your tracks and your lead loosened considerably.

From what you could see as you peered around, the trees had begun to thin out and you could just barely catch a glimpse of something off behind the brush, as well as the distant mumbling of voices and the whinnying of horses. If you could glean anything from your surroundings now, you would have to guess that you were getting close to a village or a city–and it was confirmed when Kiri finally turned to look at you, and stepped forward to undo the short leash he had kept you on just as you were making your way through the forest. 

“Be good. Wait here for a second, okay?" 

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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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