Conquer

Summary: The king intends to take a bride.

You just never thought it would be you.

(Soulmate AU where Loki won)

Pairings: Loki x Female Reader

Warnings: Smut, 18+, Minors DNI, enemies to lovers, dirty talk, praise kink, oral sex (fem receiving), teasing, p in v sex, vaginal fingering.

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Author's Note: "This will be a 3-shot," I said to myself confidently when I posted it. Next thing I know, I'm like, well, maybe it's a 4-parter. Or 5 parts. So who knows how long this thing will actually be, but I feel like a fic that is more than 3 parts probably merits a masterlist, so here it is.

Chapter List

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 coming soon

john "you can't divorce me in a way that matters" price

CAPTAIN JOHN PRICE Call of Duty: Modern Warfare II (2022)

dad!Soap

Vicissitude | Part Two

You never imagined how you would die. As a child you believed you were invincible, when you presented you truly thought you were immortal and as an adult with the training you had and the status, you knew it as a fact. You were unkillable.

But when you came face to face with the red gas, your life flashed before your eyes. No longer invincible, no longer immortal or unkillable. You were simply a scared little girl, grasping at the frayed ends of the rope of time, all alone.

Well not completely alone…

“Jesus lass, ya scared the shite out of me!” Johnny rushes over to you, knees hitting the ground without care of pain. “I thought ye were dead.”

“Sorry to disappoint.” You mutter, a tired smirk weaving its way onto your face. Though it feels different, it doesn't feel normal to banter with Johnny the way you usually would. Your tone feels almost disrespectful somehow.

This is actually disgusting. To not only attempt to strip down someone’s work but be so rude to a writer who is putting their content out there for free for everyone to enjoy. To have the audacity to complain about this is actually astounding.

If you don’t think it’s ’realistic’ for faes (even though they don’t fucking exist so how can anything you write about them not be rEaLiStIc.) then write one yourself instead of complaining about what YOU don’t think is correct.

If you don’t like it, don’t read it. It’s that fucking simple.

fig. 2. teeth in crooked neck | Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick x Reader

MASTERLIST · AO3

Ten years is a long time to wait for the love of his life. So when you come to him to ask for his help with your heat, what can Gaz do but accept?

or: the forced mating omegaverse au

His fortune turns when your name flashes across the screen of his phone for the first time in weeks. 

“Hey love,” Gaz says, answering on the first ring. “Haven’t heard your voice in awhile.”

“Hi Kyle,” you sigh, and it’s like life rushes back into him all in one word. 

It’s been a few weeks since you last spoke, the last time being a few days after Gaz returned from a work trip overseas. Since then though, he’s been in the city consistently, making your absence come as a gaping hole in the middle of his life. 

by the way Soap eats ass no matter what you've got between your legs BUT there's a special place in his heart for going down on pussy, making his way further south as the bird he's got in his arms protests, and then hearing those protests turn into soft, breathy little moans as they realize oh, that feels really good—