Pray To Me

Pray to Me

Pairing: Shinsou x Fem Reader

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Gods!AU, Rough Sex, Too Many Norse Mythology References

Word Count: 8.5k

A/N: This is a part of the citrus dome server collab that can be found here! Please check out everyone else’s amazing work for this very unique smutty collaboration for the Gods!AU prompt. @lemonlordleah-shinzawa-kitten​

         The frigid waters were laden with blood and ice, the salty waves licking the bows of long boats as they accosted the shores. The dark waters of the bay looked black against the fresh snow, churning oars sending sprays onto the docks as warriors returned home.

           You stood among the crowds, whips of snow billowing past your reddened cheeks, your arms crossed in protection across your chest. Despite losing the men within your family to raids and battles long ago, you always came to welcome back those who were fortunate enough to receive homecoming. Upon the sails of the ships was the symbol of your earl, dancing proudly against the winds of winter as the men and women beneath them hailed their successes from summer and autumn.

           High upon the prow of the leading ship was a carved figurehead, meticulously crafted in the image of Skoll, the wolf who hunts the moon. The wolf’s jaws were wide and within his wooden tongue was an etching of a crescent moon; the wolf with his prey in his maw was a symbol of Ragnarok, a symbol of the return of chaos. And upon the prow was a man you had never seen before.

          The man was all shades of violet and violence. His hair was the color of crushed mulberries, the long strands pushed back and wet from the sea, so deeply purple that it looked as if you were to touch him, your palms would stain with color. Blood, russet and old, crimson and fresh, was splattered across his cheeks. A warrior’s tattoos stained the expanse of his chest and arms; the thick, blue lines were heavy and sprawling from the wood ash buried within in pale skin. And his eyes, they were purple and bright, painted with black kohl. The dark smears ran down his impressive cheek bones and curled up from his eyes, appearing catlike. The curious orbs resembled the farthest stars that lined night sky.

           You expected murmurs from around the docks, but it was as if the man belonged there, towering over all the rest, hands pulling at the mouth of the wolf within the wood. He was silent power within the snow, lean and muscular, body on display as if the storm did not touch him. You felt drawn to him, like he was looking for you high upon the prow. Your feet moved before you could think. You wanted to be closer, to have those violaceous eyes upon you.

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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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All Heaven in a Rage

Chapter 11

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.

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10

A/N: This chapter is a little rough and the most non-con scene of the story. If this is something you find objectionable, you might want to give this chapter a pass or skip to the short scene at the end. You have been warned. Thank you.

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When you awoke the next morning, Steve was sound asleep next to you.

Immediately your mind spun. Part of you wanted to look over his injuries, make sure he was okay.

The other part of you, the realist, wondered if you could take advantage of this to get the hell out of there. Could you tie him up in any way he couldn’t get out of? Could you knock him out?

Could you kill him?

Sitting up in bed, you simply watching him sleep for the moment. He looked so peaceful there on his back, one strong arm flung above his head and the other at his side. His eyelashes were insanely long and in sleep, well, he was gorgeous. You found yourself wondering how he would have looked before they gave him the serum that made him Captain America. Would he have been around the same size as you? Could you have held your own with him then?

How could someone who knows what it’s like to be smaller, weaker do that to someone else?

Blowing out an exhale, your mind a perpetual storm of conflicting thoughts, you decided that maybe you’d get up and get a shower. You never knew what time of day it was, and it kept you off kilter. Steve likely did that on purpose.

“You’re thinking awfully hard up there,” Steve muttered, never moving or opening his eyes. “What’s going on in that gorgeous head of yours?”

Wishing I was free of you.

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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.

first among equals /// Oikawa x f!Reader x Kageyama (18+)

Summary: Your boyfriend Oikawa generously decides to give your old ex a turn.

Request: THREESOME W KAGS AND Oikawa thatsallimgonnasay

A/N: Say no more 😌 If I may be so bold, this fic is a goddamn five course meal. Also, thanks for 4k followers!!! 💖

First among equals—primus inter pares; “an honorary title for someone who is formally equal to other members of their group but is accorded unofficial respect, traditionally owing to their seniority.”

Tags/warnings: threesome, mildly tipsy sex, very mild coercion, soft dom, praise kink, an itty bit of jealousy/possessiveness, uhhh cuckolding but your bf is also fucking you (does that still count?), all characters are adults, pretty fucking long oops

Oikawa Tōru is your first. Not first everything, but all the important things. He’s been your first serious relationship, your first real love, and yeah, your first first. As in, the man you lost your virginity to. So all in all, there’s never been anyone but him. It shouldn’t bother him that you had a few boyfriends before you guys got together, and for the most part, it doesn’t.

With one exception.

“So Tobio was your first kiss, right?”

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