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[fateisfiction]

Quill Masterlist

(Thrown together on mobile so I can fix it later.)

Hi, I'm Quill or Fate or whatever you want to call me, I haven't quite settled into a name yet. I have an AO3, EA Comfrey, where I post most of my stuff (including a little NSFW).

What I've been writing for:

MHA/BNHA

HxH

CoD

General/No named characters

What I might write for:

JJK (have stuff written but none posted)

Dungeon Meshi

Solo Leveling

BSD

SK8

(I'll make this a lot prettier when I have time)

[nick-nellson]

Pride & Prejudice (2005) dir. Joe Wright

[suguwu]

single dad kita who is so used to licking his finger and swiping the grain of rice off of his daughter's chin that he does it to you one night when you have some on your lip.

you freeze. so does he.

his thumb is still pressed up against your lower lip. you can feel the work-rough pad of it; his spit is slick against your skin. there's heat rising to your cheeks, a supernova burn.

"kita—" you start to say, his name strung out, frazzled with panic.

his thumb slips between your parted lips. you press your tongue against it instinctively; you can taste the salt of him and a hint of the sake you'd been sharing.

kita stares at you, his eyes searching. they're the color of a sunrise, a sweet golden dawn. there's a promise in them.

you press your tongue against his thumb again.

he breathes in through his nose. it's calm. composed. it makes something in you itch.

slowly, carefully, you close your lips around his thumb.

his eyes go dark, the color of whisky. he lets out a soft breath; you only hear the shake because you were listening for it.

a door creaks open.

the both of you go still again.

"daddy?"

it's high and plaintive, an uneasy warble. a little hiccup follows.

kita pulls free of you in an instant. he wipes his thumb against his shirt; you watch as it dampens with your spit.

he's halfway to the hallway when he glances over his shoulder at you. his gaze keeps you in place, a butterfly pinned by its wings.

"stay," he says, simple and firm. "we're not done yet."

[fateisfiction]

Yandere Kings, Shouta and Hizashi x F!Reader

As the newest member of the castle staff, you've been tasked with the duty of waking up the kings, Hizashi and Shouta. Typically whoever is responsible is met with their wrath, so you're sorely unprepared when a groggy Hizashi decides you would make an excellent pillow.

(This 100% started out as a yandere royal couple x reader, but immediately devolved into Shouta and Hizashi x reader.)

Contains: Noncon/Dubcon, spanking, power imbalance, abuse of power, breeding, creampie(s), king/servant dynamic (sort of), p-in-v, anal sex, dp, spanking, yandere, additional tags to be added

You straighten out your skirt outside their door before knocking quietly and announcing yourself before you enter, just like you've been taught. Neither of them stir, so you open up the curtains to let some light into the room. Windows are cracked to freshen the air. As you near the bed, groggy eyes open just enough to register a person, and suddenly you're snatched off your feet and pulled into the bed.

The King (Hizashi) wraps himself around you, humming contentedly as you try to squirm free, but he's far too strong for you to fight against him. His husband (Shouta) rouses to see what all the fuss is about, only to find a servant girl in his partner's arms.

"Well aren't you a pretty little thing," he murmurs, rolling over in the bed and wrapping his arm around his lover and you. "Hizashi, be a dear and share."

They're both half asleep, but you find yourself between them as they cuddle you. The collar of your dress is dragged down, lips meeting your skin. The lacing of your dress is released quickly, and you're sure it was cut. Before long, you're bare before them and they're prepping you to take both of them at once.

Scented oils are massaged into your skin, relaxing you before their hands move lower. Your skin feels tacky with the residue, but you can't think about that. Fingers press into both of your holes, stretching, searing in your heat. Your mouth is occupied by one of them and the other is kissing your neck, shoulder, hair, anything he can reach.

Maybe you shouldn't have opened the windows, because now the entire castle can hear you crying out in pleasure (and pain). They decided you were ready for them, maybe a bit too soon, but Hizashi shushes you, whispering into your ear, "Shh, pretty girl. You're alright. You can take it."

Their eyes meet over your shoulder and they move together. There's not a moment of relief as they fill you up like it's their God ordained right (it totally is). Legs shaking, they send you soaring into a blissed out state as they continue fucking you through orgasm after orgasm.

He groans, feeling Shouta move against him through you. It's all too much. Closing his eyes, he takes a deep breath to calm himself. There's no need to rush.

Only when they're both softening inside of you do you finally get some relief. The three of you lay tangled in their bed, panting, covered in oils and cum and sweat.

Coming down from your high, you hear them talking softly. Mentions of "breeding" and "surrogacy" go right over your head as sleep takes you.

You wake up alone in their bed, hours later, cleaned up and freshly dressed, with a new addition. Two slim bracelets sit on your wrists with no latch of any sort, one silver, one gold. You test them and they're incredibly strong, too tight to slip off over your hands.

The door opens with a soft click and your head shoots up, terror sinking in as you've been caught in the kings' bed, only to find a tired-looking Shouta heading right for you. You try to back away and get to your feet, but as soon as he collapses onto the bed, his arms are around you pulling you closer to him.

He uses you like his own personal body pillow and there's nothing you can do about it. He's the king after all.

"Is everything okay, your Majesty?" you stutter over your words. It's your very first day here in the castle and you're in the king's bed. This must be a nightmare, surely you're about to be punished for such indiscretions.

Instead his hold on you tightens. He takes a deep breath, the warmth of his exhale sweeping across your skin. "Just been a long day," he murmurs. He releases you, his head still resting between the valley of your breasts.

"I'm sorry to hear that, Sir." Your speech is strained from both his weight and your own trepidation, unsure of what to do in this situation. Unfortunately, you slip up, calling him "Sir," rather than "Majesty," which only causes you to panic. You're so used to working for lesser nobility, wealthy men without titles that it just slips out so easily. It dawns on you that you just called the king, Sir.

Shouta doesn't even notice the slip up, in fact, he quite likes that you called him "Sir." It's much less stuffy than his proper title. He notices you shaking though and looks up to find you crying silently.

Tears well up in your eyes as you try so hard no to cry. Of course he would take offense to such a mistake. You're destined for the dungeon for sure, now. You'll probably be hanged. First you wake up in their bed, now you're not showing the king the proper respect?!

"Please, forgive me," you beg. "I'm so sorry, your Majesty. Please forgive me."

He does his best to comfort you, sitting up with you and wiping away your tears. You just can't seem to stop them from falling. Pushing him away does nothing to help, he only draws you nearer.

He sets you in his lap, your legs wrapping around him as he rocks with you, holding your head to his chest. It doesn't take long for you to feel his cock hardening beneath you from the friction. The friction you notice is much closer without any undergarments acting as a barrier between you.

His hands slip down to your ass, squeezing and kneading through your dress. "Tell me what's wrong, Kitten," he coos. "Tell me what you want." He can already feel your arousal staining his pants, but you just keep crying and apologizing. It's more than a little frustrating to him that you won't tell him what you want. What you need. What he needs.

Pulling back his hand, he gives you a light smack on the ass. The action sends a shock through your body and your shuddering stops suddenly. A wry smile forms on his lips as an understanding passes through him. You expect to be punished, you need it.

Another slap lands and you cry out, hands grabbing Shouta's shoulders to ground yourself. The tears are still flowing for a different reason now, but the sobbing has stopped. He lets you stay in his lap as he doles out your punishment, every impact sending a new flood of warmth straight to your core.

"Is this what you needed, Kitten?" he asks. He doesn't need you to answer. From the way your little pussy is drooling, he knows full well that you're getting exactly what you need from him. "Did you need to be punished?"

You look up at him with your puffy, red eyes and nod. Swollen lips parted, he can't help himself as he steals a kiss. You give yourself over to him all too easily.

With your punishment behind you, it's easy enough for him to settle you back into his lap. At some point, he freed his cock from his pants, the tip now nudging at your entrance. He guides you slowly, as you sink down onto him. The stretch is barely noticeable until you think he's fully seated in you, only for him to buck his hips up to meet you.

You gasp as the head of his cock presses against the entrance to your womb, making you feel so utterly filled. He groans as he curls himself around you, holding you in pace as he thrusts up into you at a steady pace. Sweet praise rolls off his lips and into your ear. It's not long before he's bringing you to your peak, and there's nothing gentle about the way he flips you over onto your back and fucks you right through it.

Hovering above you, he looks feral beast, hungrily tearing into its prey. There's something wild in his eyes as his movements become frenzied, less coordinated as he chases his own orgasm. His movements slow as he pumps into you a few more times, spilling his seed deep within you.

He slowly exhales, pulling out of you. His gaze is fixed on your pussy, slowly leaking his cum. Collecting what he can with his fingers, he pressed it back into you. When his actions only lead to more spilling out of you, he can feel himself growing hard again at the idea of letting you warm his cock to keep any more from escaping.

He needs it to take, after all. Needs to make sure that it's his. Needs to see your breasts heavy with milk to feed the future little prince or princess growing inside you. He's sure Hizashi has the same idea, so it's only right that he takes whatever time he has with you now and makes the most of it.

The two of you drift off to sleep, locked in a lovers embrace. Cock snug within your walls, he takes your hand in his and places it on your stomach. His fingers trace the silvery bracelet on your wrist, marking you as his. A chaste kiss is pressed to your jawline before he allows his eyes to close and sleep to find him.

[fateisfiction]

From these prompts I give you:

Summer Kiss ft. Gaz

Soft vibes, sfw

It's not often you get to take a vacation with Kyle, but they've just finished up a long mission and Price has *promised* not to call anyone in for the next two weeks. As soon as you heard, you took it upon yourself to book a room in Portugal to spend a week with Kyle. Some nice warm weather, white sand beaches, and no plans sounded like just the thing you needed to reconnect with your boyfriend.

Of course, Kyle just can't keep his mouth shut, so you have to keep the whole trip a surprise so that Johnny and Simon wouldn't invite themselves along, injecting themselves into *your* relationship. So when you tell Gaz to pack his bags, he has to play a guessing game for what to pack.

"Do I need a coat?"

"Maybe."

"What about boots?"

"You'll bring them whether I say yes or no."

"Can you just tell me if it will be warm or cold?"

"Nope."

You don't even look up from the magazine you're reading, an issue of National Geographic with a story about Antarctica featured right on the cover. Kyle hopes that's not a hint, but he packs his heavy winter coat, just in case.

When you finally leave for the train station, Kyle has 3 full bags, prepared for any situation, and all you have is a little rolling suitcase and your makeup bag. You almost feel bad and tell him to leave what he doesn't need in the trunk of the car, but maybe this will finally teach him to keep his mouth shut. Though, you've been thoroughly entertained listening to Johnny try to figure out where you're taking him away to, making suggestions on what to bring, almost all of them missing the mark.

Just this once, you want to be able to relax with Kyle on the beach and not have to go rappelling down some cliffside to see "the most beautiful waterfall they've ever seen." For once, you want to have your boyfriend to yourself.

When you finally get to the hotel, Kyle practically collapses in the bed, taking you with him. You really couldn't tell him to bring his swim trunks? He thinks the only thing he wasn't prepared for was a beach vacation. That's fine though, you can always run out and grab whatever he forgot to pack.

That evening, the two of you find a little restaurant right on the beach, a candlelit table not far from the sand. Pleasant music fading to the background with the soft crash of waves as you chat, laughing about how you had him convinced that you were dragging him off to Switzerland or Austria, or even the southern hemisphere to get out of the heat.

That evening, the two of you walk along the beach, hand in hand, as he carries both of your sandals. The cool salty water coming up to your ankles as the tide rolls back in.

He can't help but notice how stunning you look in the moonlight. In an attempt to pull you closer for a kiss, he knocks you off balance right as a larger wave crashes ashore sending the two of you tumble into the sand. Laughter fills the air as you lay on top of him, both of you soaked to some extent. He pulls you in for a kiss and the two of you bask in the moment. A perfect getaway. He could almost see himself getting down on one knee, finally slipping the the ring he's been carrying around for months onto your finger. Finally asking you to be his wife.

He supposes that will have to wait. Another wave crashes into you and you rush to get up, running out of the water for drier land, laughing as he stumbles along after you. Yeah. Maybe it was worth keeping this for just the two of you.

COD Masterlist

[fateisfiction]

NSFW Werewolf!Boyfriend Imagine

Werewolf!Boyfriend who looks like a golden retriever boyfriend when you're in public. He revels in the wonderment of the world, almost child-like with his excitement. His eyes sparkle as he presses his face up against the glass, looking in the store window like a child at a candy shop. (Maybe it's a lingerie store and he spots something he would love to see you in.)

Behind closed doors though, he's a completely different man. A savage beast, rutting into you like his life depends on it. Your face pressed into the bed, barely able to breathe. He lifts your head by the hair, arching your back unnaturally. Fingers curling around your throat as he holds you in that position, snarling in your ear when you beg him to slow down, to give you a break.

[spookypete-94]

Dark Horse-Pete's Place

Part 5

PriceXFem!reader

Start of a mini series. Reader is a single mother, working double shifts at a restaurant. Father of the child starts to become a problem while reader is at work and Price offers a solution. Slight age gap between reader around 25 and Price around 35. Will be around 3-5 Chapters once finished (Probably will be more about 6-8 chapters total now)

rested on your inner thigh as he drove back to Abel's school to pick him up. Silence echoed through the car, but it was welcomed after the physical activities that had just taken place. Your head leaned back into the head rest of the seat, rolling slightly from the laxed state you were currently in.

A rumble from John brought you back to attention. "Ya' alrigh' love?" he asked.

Turning your head to look at him you smiled and nodded. "I am." Hand reaching down to squeeze his. His eyes returned to the road, pulling into the school lot where Abel awaited outside the front with a group of kids. Noticing the car, he picked up his bookbag and what looked to be his bag of goodies he had acquired from his field trip. A grin placed upon his face stretched ear to ear.

"How was your day?" The normal question you asked as soon as you saw him at the end of the day.

"Great!" he said rustling around his bag. "I got something for you, John." Reaching forward you noticed he had an opal stone in his hand. It matched the one that was on your left finger.

"I thought it looked like Mom's and should give it to you. They had a bunch of fossils and rocks."

Leave it to your boy to remain so kind, thinking of others even when he is given money for himself. John's long calloused fingers passed the stone back and forth between his fingers.

"Was nice of you Abel," turning around in your seat fully to take in his beaming face entirely. "Did you get anything for yourself?"

"Couple of dinosaur models," he answered reaching back in the bag to show them to you.

John was only able to look at the stone, feeling shell shocked by the gift unable to explain why. The gift caused the gears to turn in his head.

"Thank you," John murmured quietly, turning his head over his shoulder to look at Abel. Still beaming his happiness on you both.

"What do you wanta' do today?" John asked. "Anywhere you want to go?" Still looking over at Abel.

"Pete's Pizza!" Abel exclaimed to him. Pete's Pizza was a restaurant with an arcade with kids games. Generally, you took him on his birthday, but figured it was fitting to celebrate today.

"Pete's Pizza it is." Placing the car into gear once more and starting in that direction.

Standing back on your wild night out, you watched Abel with John most of the time. Their interaction heartwarming. Your ex never gave you the chance to witness this opportunity…maybe if he had things would be different between the two of you.

They both played the games for a few hours before ordering pizza. Making sure it was Abel's favorite to end his perfect day. Walking outside, it was that perfect balance between spring and almost summer. The sun lazily going down behind the buildings of the city, casting long shadows on the sidewalks, the streetlights coming on.

This was always your favorite time of the day. Normally, this was the time you bonded with Abel the most, ending it on your way home from work. Instead, you got to spend more time with him today, making core memories. You wish it could be like this all the time.

It was the drive home you realized you didn't know how this would turn out. Would John want to stay with you at your place? You were just freshly married as of today. Or would he want to go back to his place of residence and live the life you knew little about.

Seeming as he could tell once again stressing, John reached over and took her hand placing it on the center console with his. Thumb stroking over the ring. Practice he seems to do often. John started asking questions about what Abel saw today, his favorite part, what he would do again if given the opportunity. For not having children he was slipping into this role quiet well. Listening to Abel speak, and John's swiping motion soothing your worried brain once more.

Once home, a later hour than you are ever unwinding, you started the bed time routine.

"Love, let's watch a movie on the couch. All of us, let the boy pick." John offered up instead, not wanting to end this good day entirely. Settling down on the couch, you placed yourself in between John's legs leaning into his chest while Abel laid down on the other side. Abel was already in his pajamas, snuggling a blanket and a pillow tuned into the tv.

John's large hand began betting down your hair, smoothing it against you.

"You don' have to work anymore if you don' wan to…" his voice lolled underneath of you, hot breath brushing against your ear. "Make enough you could stay home."

It had caught you off guard, glancing over at Abel you see he had fallen asleep more then likely why John was starting this conversation. Keeping a low octave matching John's, "You've done more than enough. Allowing me to use your lawyer is a debt I can never repay."

"Lawyer is free. And you're already doin' somethin' else for this old man," hand slipping from the top of your head and pressing against your stomach. "35, and want one of my own," his brown pits of honey looking up at Abel. "Love that kid like my own but want as many as you're willin' to give me. Don' have to work anymore." He repeated. Laying your head back against his chest, allowing him to rest against the top of yours.

"Can't leave Kate hanging… She's done so much for me."

"So go part time. Work lunch while Abel is at school. Be off when he's done."

Thinking it over, it would be a way to make your own income still. Abel being away at school even when you move into the new house, boredom would more than likely set in.

"Not a bad idea…"

"There will be times I won't be here," his tone direct. "But we can have nights like this when I am. Everythin' is going to be taken care of one way or another. Want to meet with the lawyer on Monday before things start to get rollin' though… And if you're ok with it, I'd like to take Abel out this weekend to go fishin' with me and the other boys."

"Boys," you said jokingly, knowing which "boys" he was referring to. "You're not much older than them."

"Old enough that they are my boys still. Act like children sometimes…most times but act right when the time comes." A warm smile on his face while he spoke of them. Returning to his original thought and conversation, he gave a light shake of his head. "Will only take him if you’re comfortable. Figure getting to spend time with him is important right now so he learns to trust me… and maybe hanging out with men who are good men might not be a bad idea." His last comment sly, trying to give a dig at your ex.

"You just called them boys a few seconds ago," a light laughing scoff leaving you.

"My boys are men compared to him." A dark undertone coating his comment. "Know for a fact none of them would ever treat you like something stuck to the bottom of their shoe."

Hesitant still, but giving the first answer that came to mind wanting to end the conversation about your ex. "If Abel wants to go, I'm more than willing to let him."

His hand resuming to pet your hair once more after your answer. Abel stirring at the end of the couch caught both of your attention. He was still sleeping but looking rather uncomfortable in his corner.

"Goin' t' take him to bed. Sit tight," John said leaning forward from behind you and slipping out. Watching his large figure bending down and picking Abel up as if he weighed nothing and carrying him off. Abel's head slouched against John's shoulder making you smile. You couldn't help but wonder if his actual father does the same thing for him at his house.

It wasn't too long before John was back in the living room, long shadow stretching out on the floor first before his he entered the room. He stood in the doorway of the living room off the hallway, a smile on his face while he looked at you. There was something dark about this smile, but his eyes glinted with mischief.

"He's tucked in," arms extending up as he leaned against the door frame, "Still out like a light."

"What are you askin'?" shifting slightly, a coy smile on your face, fully knowing what he was suggesting.

He didn't answer, instead he almost sauntered to you before he pounced on to the couch. Pressing you against the cushions, mouth and teeth attached to your neck and shoulder working their way up to your ear.

"You sang earlier, think you can be quiet this time? Can't be waking Abel now…" He was teasing you, a hand already in the top of your dress, the other reaching up your skirt not giving you the chance to answer. Fingers pinching a rosey peak of your breast and hooking your already come soiled panties from earlier and pulling them down. When you arrived home he didn't even give you the chance to change... he didn't care. Burying your face into his shoulder biting down to be able to stay quiet, saving yourself the embarrassment of waking your son.

The happiness from today left John blinded. He was unaware of the tail that had followed you both most of the day. In the shadows your ex had followed you to the courthouse, out to the new house property and bearing witness to the acts of a new marriage.

Rage building within him, but what really made him upset was John entertaining Abel… and you just standing by idle allowing it to happen. Playing games and sharing dinner with him. Here this man you barely knew, swooped in and saved you. Made sure you and Abel were safe and was willing to lay down and bleed for you. And bleed he shall, your ex thought. A plan was forming in his head… but he just needed John to step away for only a moment before he would swoop in. Sink his claws into you and surely Abel will follow.

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@cutiecusp @angeldemon28 @simplyymee98 @beebeechaos @cadotoast @talooolaaloolla @lhhlver @hon3y-cloud @spktrgantenk @generalruinsexpert

[fateisfiction]

OMG this is amazing! It started so cute and sweet and now I really can't wait to see what happens next! Pretty please add me to the tag list! ♥️

[fateisfiction]

SFW Price x Reader

Price takes you in wanting nothing more than for you to recover. It's a slow process, but he finally feels like there's hope.

Price can't stand to see you out on the streets. You're a pretty young girl, and all he can see is someone's daughter, their younger sister, a friend. You look just like a childhood friend of his, but you're halfway around the world when he meets you. Out of sorts. In a bad situation.

He brings you home, makes all the arrangements. You don't even remember how you got there, and Price thinks it's probably for the best. He's seen what men do to girls like you in places like that. No family, no friends, you didn't even speak the language.

Back in his London flat, you have everything you could ask for, pretty clothes, your own bedroom. Not that you've asked. In fact, he can't even remember ever hearing you speak. He just wishes he could do more. He tries to get you to come out of your shell, but you barely leave the house. Hell, you barely leave your room.

He sets up regular grocery delivery for when he's away, but when he comes home to find there's no change, half the food untouched, he can't help but worry. The next mission comes along and he almost thinks that he's making progress with you. You're spending more time out of your room. Not necessarily in the same room with him, but he can hear you move around in the next room while he reads.

He almost turns the mission down. The men don't need him for this one, he has a few soldiers picked out to fill in from time to time and Gaz and Simon are more than capable of standing in for him. Maybe if he just takes a few more days before shipping out. Just a little more time with you, it could make all the difference.

He can't believe his eyes when you finally step into the same room as him. Head down, hands behind your back as you lean against the doorway. Taking care not to directly acknowledge you, he muses to himself, "Beautiful day out there."

He'll be damned. You actually reply.

"Is it?" Your voice is so small, weak from disuse.

Of course you could have seen that for yourself. There's a window in your bedroom, overlooking the courtyard of your apartment. Price always hoped that maybe having a view of the gardens would encourage you to spend some time outside.

You're unimaginably pale, months, maybe even years, of being indoors stealing the life from you. Young skin should glow, radiating life. Price has bought you all manner of skincare and supplements, hoping to someday witness that glow return in his lifetime. But you locked yourself away.

"Would you like to go outside?" He catches you, just in the corner of your eye, freezing up like a deer in headlights. He speaks slowly, quiet, as though not to spook you more. "You don't have to. Just thought a stroll in the courtyard would be nice. Get some fresh air."

You don't immediately relax, but after a few quiet moments, the tension leaves your shoulders. "Okay."

He's not sure if that's an 'okay' you'll join him or an 'okay' to not having to, but you slip away to your room, closing the door behind you.

Price could head downstairs by himself, enjoy the sun while he can, but he figures he'll wait. Just a few minutes to see if you would join him couldn't hurt. Busying himself with the plates in the sink, he doesn't hear you shuffle into the kitchen behind him. If he were a lesser man, he might have jumped at the sight of you.

Ghostly, almost ethereal, in a long white dress, arms covered by a knitted jumper. Beautiful, but haunting. He tries not to let it show on his face.

There's an awkward moment where he's not sure if he should offer you his arm or just hold the door for you. You decide for him, practically hiding yourself behind him as you take his arm, clinging to him as though you're afraid you'll be blown away by a hearty breeze.

It's a short trip down the stairs and then you're outside. Arm raised to shield your eyes from the rare London sunlight, Price moves slowly around the garden giving you ample time to adjust. The vibrant green, of new, young leaves springing forth to collect the light they need to thrive.

It's beautiful, Price thinks. He's never spent much time here in the courtyard, always passing through in a rush to meet up with the boys or shipping out for his next deployment. But the garden is nothing compared to you.

He was right. Your time indoors had paled your complexion, but not as much as he had feared. Out here, away from the artificial light, you were a sight to behold.

Apparently you had been taking care of yourself while he was away. Eyes filled with wonder as you spun around, you were practically glowing. The sunny warmth bringing out the subtle tones in your skin and hair.

For the first time since he took you out of that wretched place, he actually thinks you might be okay.

For the first time in a while, you give him hope.

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Masterlist

[fateisfiction]

Call of Duty Fics

Simon "Ghost" Riley

Hybrid!Simon (NSFW)

Simon HC (NSFW)

Johnny "Soap" MacTavish

Hybrid!Johnny (NSFW)

Captain John Price

Price's Pet (NSFW)

Price x Recovering!Reader (SFW)

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Summer Kiss (SFW)

[fateisfiction]

General Fics/Your FavexReader

Waiting up for your partner (SFW)

Post-breakup (SFW, implied NSFW but it happens off screen)

Werewolf!Boyfriend Imagine (NSFW)

[fateisfiction]

MHA Fics/HCs by Character

Shouta Aizawa/Eraserhead

Good Men and Generous Neighbors (AO3, SFW, Valentine's Day Comfort)

Biker AU (SFW)

Well, That Bites ... Part 1 (SFW), Part 2 (NSFW)

Gone Camping Part 1 (SFW), Part 2 (SFW) (accidentally posted to my main blog)

Yandere Kings AU (NSFW)

Hizashi Yamada/Present Mic

Roommate HC

Biker AU (SFW)

Well, That Bites ... Part 1 (SFW), Part 2 (NSFW)

Gone Camping Part 1 (SFW), Part 2 (SFW) (accidentally posted to my main blog)

Yandere Kings AU (NSFW)

Dabi/Touya Todoroki

Roommate (SFW)

Biker AU (SFW)

Keigo Takami/Hawks

Just Doing My Job (AO3, SFW)

Biker AU (SFW)

Endeavor's Assistant (SFW), Part 2 (NSFW)

Tomura Shigaraki

Biker AU (SFW)

Kai Chisaki/Overhaul

Trust Me, I'm a Doctor (AO3, NSFW, Read the tags please, ongoing as of 4/28/24)

Bakugou Katsuki

Yes, Chef. (AO3, SFW)

[fateisfiction]

HxH Fics/Drabbles/HCs by Character

Feitan Soft Feitan HC

[fateisfiction]

NSFW Hybrid!Johnny (Soap)

Yet another 3am fic. Enjoy!

cw: Somno, breeding, pregnancy

Hybrid!Johnny thinks it's a joke. The way you swat him away when he noses too close to your thighs. You can't blame him though. (His opinion, not yours.)

Late at night when he crawls, into bed with you, asleep, crashing after a long day, he can tell how much you need him there. Pajamas skewed, your sweet little pussy practically on display. Just for him. You don't push him away then.

Not when he settles between your thighs, your legs parting for his shoulders automatically. Not when his thumb slides down the valley of your panties, coming away damp, wet with your scent. Not when he groans at the taste of you, nose nudging against your core as you whimper in your sleep, legs kicking up over his shoulders.

Certainly not when he eats you out like a starving man. Your eyes opening just barely as you register the man beast between your thighs. It's just a dream, you tell yourself, hovering somewhere between awake and dreaming. Hands working their way into his hair, softly scratching behind his ears as you call his name.

No. Johnny can't take you seriously when he's been breeding you for the past month and a half. When he falls asleep beside you, knot still holding him in place. Not when you wake up with his cum dried on your thighs, seeping out after he's fallen asleep and his knot softens.

Not when you're panicking the next month, period late, nauseous. You hope the subtle changes you're feeling can be explained away. Tender breasts, bloating. It is just bloating. Right?

Johnny is there for you through it all. He notices before you do, hovering closer than usual. Falling asleep with his head in your lap, the sound of little heartbeats growing inside you lulling him to sleep.

Of course he's there when you welcome your litter of pups into the world only a few weeks later. The proud father, looking on as you rest with your young. His beautiful mate and six healthy pups.

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More Hybrids: Hybrid!Simon

More CoD: Price's Pet

[gamblersdoll]

“choso, been an hour.”

“nuh uh.”

you groan, looking down to him as he sucks a nipple of yours. he squeezes the other, relaxing into your warmth. he didn’t always do this sexually, sometimes he just needs to be so close with you.

he also gave butt rubs in a non sexual way as well. he lives for intimacy, and these felt more intimate than sex alone.

this time, he was on edge for whatever reason, stumbling to your house and just holding you. until he mumbled that he wanted to do this, yet he doesnt mean a sexual way.

that was an hour ago, and hes been sucking on the same nipple for an hour.

“chose, baby boy, switch to another nipple.” you say, shifting your body to get even more comfortable.

he groans, looking up at you. “but this my favorite one…”

“… you have a favorite?” you ask, never even heard of that shit.

“yeah, i love both, of course. but.. this one, your right one has a taste–“

“okayyy, you can suckle on that one some more.” you chime in, chuckling when he smiles and pops it back into his mouth.

for you, sure it became sore for a while, but to choso he was in heaven.

[fateisfiction]

Woot! Finally got words to my dear friend in our collab. Like 3 weeks late, but I've been more into TF141 than MHA recently, so it took a little bit of encouragement.

Meanwhile:

What do you want next?

Part 3 of Well, That Bites ... (BNHA, Shouta x Hizashi x Reader)

Chapter 4 of Trust Me, I'm a Doctor (AO3) (BNHA, Kai x Reader)

Part 1 of Every Secret Has a Price (CoD, Price x Reader)

Part 3 Camping with Shouta and Hizashi (BNHA, accidentally posted on main, oops)

Hybrid!Simon part 2 (CoD, Simon x Reader)

Part 3 of Endeavor's Assistant (BNHA, Keigo x Reader)

Something completely unhinged that no one asked for (i.e. Price's Pet)

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[fateisfiction]

NSFW Price's Pet

CW: VERY SLIGHT mention of bladder control/water sports, oral sex (m/f receiving), heavy pet play, noncon/implied noncon

Uhhhhhh, I have no clue where this came from. Nope. Absolutely no clue. Lovely Ghostwriter took over my body and I don't remember writing a word. >.> /joke

Price is retiring and taking his pet with him. He decides to gift Simon a pet of his own, taking him on a retreat to a secluded cabin to begin her training.

Approx 1200 words. Third fic I've written today.

Semi-retired!Price who was given you as a gift by Laswell when he started the 141 unit. Ghost isn't even sure if you're capable of human speech anymore.  You've been set up under his superior's desk for as long as he can remember, mouth opening to dutifully suck your master's cock as soon as he sits down. Soap tried once, but somehow you just knew. You'll only ever serve your master.

Once a year, Price parades you around in front of the new recruits. Some sort of mind game he plays with them. Your leash in his hand, legs and arms bound so you're waking around on custom pads that attach to your knees and elbows. Completely nude except for the pretty ribbons binding you and your jeweled collar. He commands you to relieve yourself in front of them, and you do, shamelessly, maintaining eye contact with your master the entire time.

You're the perfect pet. Gaz swears up and down that Price made you run the obstacle course like that once. You even made it most of the way through. Price only commanded you to stop because you caught yourself on the barbed wire, the metal barbs tearing into you leaving trails of blood in their wake.

When Price finally steps down as leader of the 141, Simon wonders if he'll leave you behind to keep him company on his late nights filling out paperwork. Instead, Simon is surprised with a brand new pet, complete with leather collar and a little dog tag shaped like a ghost. She gagged and bound, big doe eyes filled with tears. She's absolutely terrified of the man.

Price suggests they give the two of you a playdate, let a more experienced pup show her the ropes. Simon agrees, the two of them meeting up at Price's secluded cabin in the mountains. Nothing and noone around for miles.

Price shows Simon the ropes, as it were. Teaching him how to achieve such obedience. He chuckles darkly when Simon suggests that his former captain was given a well-trained pet. No, Price worked hard to train you, and he's more than happy to help Simon train a pet for himself.

He starts by explaining the benefits of crate training. Slapping his palm on the top of your crate, you perk up immediately, eyes trained on your master.

"What do you say pet, do you like your crate?" His voice low and rough, so soothing to your ears. Not grating like the pup locked in the crate next to you. 

You woof, nodding your head in agreement. 

"That's right." Price smiles, turning back to his protege. "But she didn't like it at first. Kept complaining about the metal wires on the floor. Wouldn't shut up about it until she cried herself to sleep."

He continues his lessons. By the time he opens the door to your crate, letting you out, the two men have cold beers in their hands. Simon snaps a leash to his dog's collar, the only thing keeping her silent is the gag Price slips into her mouth. When she tries to bite him, you growl at her and she looks at you with wide terrified eyes.

They lead her outside and she fights them the whole time. You try to help, nipping at her heels, hoping that she gets the message.

You settle at your master's feet when he takes his seat, waiting for him to pull out his cock, your favorite bone to play with, but it never comes. Instead he rubs your head, praising you for being such a good dog. Eventually, he tells you to take care of Simon's pet, an order you've never received before. 

Laughing at your confusion, he clarifies that he wants you to lick her cunt until she shuts up. The idea is to reduce her to a drooling mess, unable to think, unable to fight back when they finally begin training her to take Simon's cock. Of course you do it without a second thought. 

Nose pressed to her entrance, your lips suction around her clit. She tries to run away, but a sharp tug on her leash has her collapsing in a coughing fit, leaving you to work your magic.

Price lets you continue until the poor girl can't cum anymore. Lapping away at her pussy as she squirts for the fourth time, the flow barely more than a trickle. Already collapsed on the porch, Simon's foot under her belly the only reason you can still access her swollen lower lips. 

Price rewards you by pulling his pants to his thighs, allowing his thick, weeping cock to bounce free. You cover him with kisses, your wet tongue coating him in drool before you take the tip in your mouth. A pleased whine resonates in your throat at his salty taste, taking him deeper until you have to swallow to fit him all in.

He talks to Simon as you warm him with your sweet mouth, guiding the younger man as he removes the gag from his pet’s lips. Simon has to lift her into his lap, squeezing her cheeks so he can rest his heavy head on her tongue. She whines pathetically, barely able to fit his girthy cock between her lips. She looks utterly defeated.

You feel a smug superiority over her, pleasing your master with ease after your many years of service. Making a show of your skills, you slowly bob on his length; your tongue working along the thick veins before swirling around the tip, never letting him leave your mouth.

Price tells Simon about the troubles he had training you. How you would fight him at every corner. How he had to figure everything out himself.

He found that the easiest way of getting you to submit to him was to fuck you until you were too tired to fight him anymore. Once you got the message and stopped fighting, he would have you hold his soft cock in your mouth until you fell asleep, waking you only once he had recovered enough to give you a reward. Of course, that reward was always him cumming down your throat.

He laughs, musing that it would have been much faster and easier to have someone else's pet take care of that first part. Or maybe one of those fancy machines. He eventually caved and bought you a Sybian, but by then you were a well-trained pup.

Price wanted to strengthen his bond with you and figured that letting you cum with him would achieve that. Though he noted that now, all you needed was a few rubs on your clit with the tip of his boot and a command and you could cum for several minutes straight. He proceeded to demonstrate, the worn leather of his boot meeting your clit, giving the magic word and your mind was lost to you.

You came to probably 10 minutes later, pulling off of Price's cock as you swallowed his load, struggling to catch your breath. Eyes unfocused, you lay your head on Price's lap as he scratches your head. He doesn't need to praise you anymore. You know exactly what he likes and how to please your master.

[fateisfiction]

NSFW Hybrid!Simon x Reader

Apparently I can't stop writing about this man. Here, have another 950 words. Knowing how things are going, there will be more to cum. (Whether that's more of Hybrid!Simon or just more Hybrid!141, I'm not sure yet.)

Idk, do I have to start a tag list for this or something?

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Reader with a hybrid pet (Simon) who easily overpowers her.

Maybe you adopted him. Ghost, Simon, he seems to respond equally to both of the names, but you like Simon. It’s more human. Just like him.

It takes a while for him to settle in, but he does eventually. He starts clinging to you like Velcro, marking his territory in any way he can. It's never enough. No matter what he does, you never smell enough like him.

Eventually, you can’t keep brushing it off as an adjustment period. This has been going on for too long, and you’re getting tired of having to keep washing your clothes. He’s an adult, he should know better. You scold him for his bad behavior, never once threatening to take him back, because you do love him, and aside from the marking, he’s such a good Hybrid.

He stops after that. Whenever he catches himself getting the urge to claim his territory now, he stops himself. Ears pinned back, whining at the thought of disappointing you, his rescuer.

That behavior, those urges have to go somewhere. Maybe he starts the nervous habit of crawling into your lap while you’re watching TV, his huge, hulking form pinning you to the couch. Maybe you squirm under him, trying to push him off. That bit of movement gives him an idea. If he can't claim you one way, he'll claim you another.

You don't even realize he's doing it. He flops on top of you so regularly now, you just give in. Sucked into whatever you're watching, you barely notice the gentle gyration of his hips as he ruts against your thigh. You think he's having a nightmare, so you give him some scratches behind the ear, praising him, telling him he's a good boy, you're here for him.

It's not until you're about to head to bed that you noticed the white stain on your pants, right where he was laying. Wait, was he–

You don't even have time to complete the thought. Simon's pushing you down onto the bed, breath heavy in your ear. Whispers and growls telling you that you're so good to him. That he needs you. Wants to fill you up with a litter of his pups so you'll never leave him.

You cry out, begging for him to stop this, that it's not right, but his claws have already shredded your pajamas, exposing you to him. His huge hand, splayed across the small of your back, holding you down as he shoves his face into your cunt. Lapping up your arousal with his long tongue, allowing it to dip into your folds, tasting the way you feel for him; confirming that yes, you are prepared to carry his young.

He shushes you, telling you that you're such a good girl for him. His precious girl, so wet and willing just for him. The head of his cock slips between your folds, coating himself in your slick as he ruts into your thighs.

You feel the knot at the base of his cock growing against your skin. Hear the way he growls when you can't hold back anymore, a small sound of pleasure leaving your throat as his tip catches your clit. He learns fast, figuring out exactly where he needs to touch you to get that reaction again.

He hasn't even gotten inside of you and you're already cumming from his touch. Of course he takes that for the compliment it is. He knows he's the only one who could know you like this, who could have you so compliant in his hands.

Maybe outside the door of your apartment you were in charge. Keeping him on a tight leash so he wouldn’t go after any man or hybrid that so much as looked at you. But it was all for show. Just look at how he has you begging for his cock. Whining for him to knot you. So desperate to please your hybrid master.

He lifts your hips, repositioning you so that your head is on a pillow, turned to look up at him. Nosing your hair, he growls, chest rumbling against your spine as he sinks into you. You whine, not prepared to take his half-swollen knot. Breathy whimpers catching in your throat as he struggles to push past the resistance of your tight heat and fully seat himself inside of you.

It takes a few tries, reaching down to massage your clit as he helps you relax to take him. When he finally feels the give of your tight cunt, he can't help but force the last few inches of his cock all in one go. Shushing your screams, he licks away your tears, praising you for taking him so well. "Doing so good for me, darling."

It gives you whiplash. The jackhammering of his hips as he fucks you senseless mixed with sweet words as he claims you for himself. He knows you'll never be able to resist him after this. Not when he's got you choking down your sobs, begging him for more.

You wouldn't even know he was cumming at this point, so lost in your own pleasure, if not for the swelling of his knot locking him in place. The burning stretch secures you in place beneath him as he twitches inside of you, filling you with his potent seed. His teeth sink into your shoulder, marking you for himself with a physical reminder of his claim over you.

His knot finally softens allowing you to slip away from him, but his arms tighten around you holding you in place.

"Where do you think you're going, Love? I'm not done with you."

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More Hybrid: Hybrid!Johnny

More CoD: Price's Pet