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Thinking about John Price taking his frustration out on you, bending you over the closest surface and finding solace in making you scream for him <3

NSFW under the cut, no minors please :) just a blurb, enjoy!

“I-I’m n-n-not begging you for s-shit,” You panted softly through your breaths, clutching the bedsheets between your fingers and screaming as he struck your asscheek for about the hundredth time, his large and calloused palm colliding harshly with your red skin. He had you face down, ass up with your feet on the floor as you hung over the edge of the bed and he stood behind you.

“Wouldn’t do you any good, brat.” He muttered dismissively as he began to unbuckle his belt, folding it in half and whipping you hard across both asscheeks, making you cry out into the stuffy bedroom air, thick with his cigar smoke. He smirked, eyes locked on your body and the way you twitched but remained in position for him, knowing he would make it ten times worse if you moved away. You were stubborn but submissive, embarrassingly so and only for John.

He palmed your asscheeks softly before spanking you hard and then immediately following with the belt. Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. Your screaming cries and then another hard thwack. Before long your eyes and your panties were soaked and he had managed to reduce you to a crying, sobbing, begging mess underneath him.

“Please-need a break, John! Please, sir!” You were sniffling as you tried to look back at him but were stopped with a firm hand grabbing your hair and pushing your face back into the mattress. Your pussy was throbbing around nothing, shaking fingers reaching back to cover your ass instinctively as you sobbed hopelessly, rubbing the welts for comfort. When he got into this mood, there was no stopping him until he was completely satisfied with you, having broken your attitude and dumbing you down into a mess of ‘yes sir’, ‘no sir’, and ‘thank you sir’.

“Didn’t tell you to move, did I? That’s another ten spanks and you’re gonna count them this time..We’d hate to start all over, wouldn’t we? Don’t think your pretty ass can handle much more, darling...” You heard his zipper being pulled down and you felt another harsh whip of the belt against your ass and your fingers as you cried into the sheets, quickly pulling your stinging hands away.

He waits until he knows you’re at your breaking point, on the verge of passing out or insanity before he positions his leaking tip at your entrance, pushing his thick, rock hard cock into your weeping pussy and fucking you until you see stars, hips slamming against your sore ass and pushing you towards your orgasm faster than the speed of light.

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A/N: y’all.. that one scene of him in mw3 IYKYK😩😩 thanks for reading <33

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johnny 'what's mine is theirs' mactavish with an oblivious reader. task force 141 x reader.

-> polyamory, afab!fem!reader,

when you first meet your boyfriend's friends, you see them as a good group of men. hard workers, maybe slightly jaded, but respectfully and generally funny. you can see why johnny seems to rant about them so much, and why he holds the other three in such high regard.

gaz is the first to talk to you. he compliments your apartment, the design -- comments on your hair, too. makes you smile wide and engage in light conversation, feeling nothing if not comfortable.

ghost -- the one johnny has talked about the most -- looks you up and down and gives you a short nod. that's all the recognition you get, before the towering man turns to talk to your boyfriend with little regard. you feel oddly jealous at the dismissal, and how animated johnny seems to be with the lieutenant.

price brings you in for a hug, brushing his lips over your cheek. it's a familiar gesture, one that sparks heat in your cheeks as his hand falls to your waist. when you look to johnny -- still in conversation with ghost -- his eyes shine with something you can't quite comprehend.

it isn't until you're all seated around your dining table, that johnny smoothly asks, leaning in to whisper in your ear,

"feel like sharin', gorgeous?"

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What if konig’s personal assistant tries to get fired, obviously she would never do that but she wants to see Konig's reaction.

Love your work <3

part one. | thank you sm! <3 mwah mwah

though it might not seem like it, könig had actually grown quite fond of you. you doubted this due to his cruel behavior, so you tested him. you started to mess up on purpose. first it was little infractions, not enough to warrant a punishment from him.

könig is not a forgiving man, nor is he patient. after your second mistake, you're already bent over his desk, given your usual spankings and sent off. yet, you persisted with the bad behavior.

könig took this challenge. he'd become stricter, punishing your every little move. his punishments also became much crueler. he'd sit you on his lap and have you ride his muscular thigh as he worked, til you're sobbing and begging for any sort of release, then he'd send you back to work.

if you kept up, he'd increase your hours, so he could spend more time tormenting you. he'd buy you a bullet vibrator for you to stick onto your panties, demanding every time you come into work, you put it on. he'd overstimulate you with this toy, especially around your coworkers. you'd be sweating, shaky and desperate. unless you fix your behavior, don't expect an orgasm anytime soon.

if you kept up, it would only get worse. he'd threaten to buy a collar for you, letting everyone know that you were his disobedient little pet. at first, you thought he was joking. he was not joking.

könig would force you back into submission, constantly punishing your every little move until you quit your bullshit.

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Some Angst with a capital A because I’m simply in the mood for it :( Simon Ghost Riley x Fem!reader

Warnings: mentions of death, pregnancy, some arguing, description of body after death, probably more but idk..tread carefully please, sad fic under the cut!!!

Simon never wanted or intended to bring Ghost and his harsh demeanor home to you when he returned from his deployments. He liked to keep his work life seperate from his home life, from you and the lovely relationship you built together. Sometimes it happened though, and unfortunately for you it was just part of dating a weathered and traumatized military man, sometimes he had terrible days and all you could do was try your best to help the situation.

It seemed tonight you were useless in trying to coax him from his fit of blackout drunken rage, throwing your hands in the air as you argued about something you don’t remember. It was something small that had quickly escalated into you crying and Simon-Ghost, throwing your living room decor across the room while you cowered against the wall.

“You’re always fuckin’ crying..always complainin’ about shit that has nothin’ to do with me! Your life is made so easy by me, you have no fuckin’ idea what I go through for you and yet you’re still always bitching!” He practically screamed, ripping your shared lamp out of the wall and throwing it with force across the room towards you, too close for comfort as it broke against the wall next to you.

You flinched, hands shaky as you tried to stand your ground, yelling back much quieter than his booming voice did. “It’s not easy dealing with you, Simon! Please, just fucking calm down, you’re scaring me! You’re acting crazy!” You sobbed, wiping your tears as you finally gained the courage to look up at him. You didn’t like the sight before you at all. His eyes were blown wide, eyebrows pinched in an angry frown as his chest heaved with every breath he took.

“I’m acting crazy?! You-….” He laughed bitterly, sitting down on the couch and lighting a cigarette to try and destress himself, knee bouncing as he flung his lighter across the coffee table carelessly, taking a long drag and murmuring, “If that’s how you feel, then get the fuck out of my house..I’m hard to deal with, she says…well, then get out. I paid for everything in here, down to the clothes on your fuckin’ back, you’d be nothing without me, you know that? Just fuckin’ leave, I don’t want you here anyways.”

You inhaled sharply, sobbing uncontrollably at his cold words, chest stinging as you turned and made your way to the bedroom. You quickly packed a bag, mind racing a million miles a minute as you picked up your phone with shaky hands and tried to think of someone to call. You didn’t really have anyone there for you, anyone in your life like Simon was. But this wasn’t Simon tonight, it was someone else and you knew if you stayed then it would only get worse.

You stayed in your shared bedroom for some time, mind reeling as you tried to call a few family members with no answer. Your mind was trying to form a plan for the night when Ghost walked in, bloodshot eyes glaring down at you like you were nothing. You quickly stood up, grabbing your bag and gnawing nervously at your lip as his eyes bore into you.

“Thought I told you to get out..” He spoke as he stepped closer, his tone eerily calm as you clutched your duffel bag. He grabbed your arm, pulling you gently but firmly towards the hallway and out towards the front door. You had no choice but to follow him, trying to plead with him as he pushed you towards the door.

“Simon, please..I have nowhere else to go! I-I’ll sleep on the couch, please…just don’t make me leave…” You whispered up at him, lip wobbly as the tears began to fall down your cheeks again. He simply shook his head at you, fists balled tight as his orders were disobeyed. It took everything in him not to shout at you, something about you acting scared and helpless triggered him, fueling his drunken episode even more. He wasn’t in his right mind, only thinking of himself when he grabbed your bag from you, throwing it behind him somewhere in the hallway.

“Get. Out. You arent takin’ shit that I paid for. Now go, I won’t repeat myself…” He looked right through you, leaning forward to open the front door as he grabbed your arm and shoved you out into the cold winter air. You were writhing against him, crying hard as you tried to push your way back in, yelling shakily. “S-Simon, I’m sorry! Please! I’m pregnant, don’t do this!” You cried desperately, trying to cling to him when he flung you off his arm, making you stumble back and land on your ass on the porch. The snow began to seep into your pants and you shivered as you scrambled to stand up.

“How fuckin’ dare you, I cannot believe you’d lie just for a place to lay your head…you make me sick, I fuckin’ hate comin’ home to you and all your bullshit, I’ve done it for the last time. Find someone else to coddle you, I’m done.” He spoke, way too calmly as he slammed the door in your face, locking the deadbolt. You were panicking now, your small hands banging on the front door as you sobbed.

So much time went by that you weren’t sure if Simon had fallen asleep or if he just didn’t care at all about you anymore. You shivered hard as you wrapped your arms around your body, looking around the porch and outside helplessly. There was nowhere to go, no one to help you. You thought of calling 911 before realizing you left your phone on the dresser, and then you thought of just bundling up and trying to tough it out before you realized Simon took your belongings from you.

You were too cold to cry anymore, sniffling numbly as you began to walk down the street in the snow, shivering and trembling as you tried to think of a solution. You had your house slippers on, but no coat and no extra clothes with you. You truly didn’t know what to do, you were out of options so you knocked on a few of your neighbors doors. None of them answered, probably due to the fact that it was so late at night.

You had never felt so helpless, turning down an alley and sitting down between two dumpsters to try and hide from the wind as you hugged yourself tightly. You couldn’t help but think of your baby, how you were so excited and just waiting for the right time to tell him when he came home from his tour. Now look at you. You were fully alone for the first time in your life since meeting Simon. You were scared out of your mind as the feeling of dread and hopelessness began to seep into your bones, along with the bitter cold of the negative temperature outside. You squeezed your eyes shut tightly, praying to God for someone to save you. No one came.

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Simon had downed an entire fifth by himself that night after you left, wanting to forget every thought that came into his mind. He was still drunk when he heard a knock at the front door the next morning, sitting up and groggily shuffling towards the noise. He ran a hand down the front of his face, unable to remember the exact events that took place before he picked up the bottle.

“Can I help you?” He grumbled quietly, looking down at the two officers as he tried to mask his anxiety. His face softened as he noticed one of the officers holding your wallet, your Hello Kitty charm dangling off the zipper clear as day. He instinctively reached for it before pulling his hand back, mumbling softly. “Wh…what’s this..?” He frowned, shaking his head and letting his eyes fall back upon the officers.

“We’re looking for a “Simon Riley”, that you..? This was her home address, says here you’re her husband..” He spoke evenly, pursing his lips and pointing to your ID and a small paper with your emergency contact on it, of course it was Simon. His heart dropped as his brain began to piece together the events of last night, the words of the officer instantly sobering him up.

“It was? Was? What do you mean was? Is she alright?” He couldn’t hide his anxiety this time, hands fumbling as he began to reach for your wallet again, shaking his head. The officer placed a hand on Simon’s shoulder, guiding him back inside as he sighed quietly. “Let’s sit down, this may be some difficult news for you, sir...”

Simon’s whole world came crashing down when he heard the words that came out of the officers mouth next. His mind was a blur, unable to process anything as his ears began to ring. You were gone. Because of him. The officer continued to explain the situation, saying that you were found by a homeless man in an alleyway, blue and cold in the early hours of the morning. He had alerted the local diner once they opened of his discovery. Upon the police’s arrival and investigation, you were unresponsive, frozen, no pulse. You were pronounced dead on the scene.

Simon shook his head in disbelief, frowning at the officers and holding your wallet tightly as he looked down at your gorgeous ID picture smiling up at him, taunting him. “No, no, what do you mean?…this isn’t real, this can’t be real… I’m sorry! I didn’t mean it, I’m so sorry…” He stood up, running his fingers through his hair as a harsh sob broke through his body. “I-I don’t know what I was thinking, oh god! I-I told her to get out, oh no, I knew she had nowhere to go…” He fell to his knees, still gripping your wallet tightly as he wailed in anguish. All of the terrible things Simon had ever endured throughout his life had no equivalent to the pain he was currently feeling from your loss.

The officers shuffled awkwardly in the living room, sighing and waiting patiently as they were unsure how to comfort him. He was inconsolable for a solid 10 minutes before he stood up on his feet, tucking your wallet safely in his pocket and wiping his face. “Can-can I see her? Please, one last time…” He whispered shakily, staring at the two officers. They nodded, telling him he had to come to the station and answer some questions anyways.

The three of them piled into the police car, Simon sitting in the back as his mind drowned in guilt. He was plagued with the knowledge that this was entirely his doing, he was a fucking murderer. A real murderer, and not just for his country anymore. His wife was dead because of his own disgusting actions. He felt sick, he hated that he could barely remember what happened that last night, he was so stupidly drunk. He sat up, hunching over the seat as he emptied the contents of his stomach on the floor of the car, much to the officers dismay.

Simon couldn’t get to you fast enough when they reached the morgue, hands trembling and body mourning as they led him to the basement, to your body. The mortician walked him to a stretcher near the corner of the room, slowly unzipping the body bag to reveal your pale skin, still curled up in the position they found you in. Simons chest felt like it was going to explode when he finally laid his eyes upon you, exhaling sharply as tears began to pool in his eyes.

“W-why is she…curled up like that..? My princess, oh honey, I’m so sorry…” He mumbled, delicately stroking your cheek as he began to break down and cry. “Thaw Mortis,” The mortician explained carefully to Simon. “When the body freezes to death, the muscles are frozen in the position the body was in…” He continued to speak but Simon didn’t hear a word, too encapsulated by your stark beauty, even in the state you were in now.

Your lips and nose were purple, skin a light blue color and you were unnaturally cold and stiff against the contrast of Simon’s warm hand against your face. “Baby? Please…come back to me…I’m so sorry, angel…so fuckin’ sorry…” He whispered frantically, rubbing softly at your cheeks as he waited for a miracle, for your eyes to open so this nightmare could end. He waited for what seemed like an eternity, the mortician and officers waiting in the background while he mourned over you.

He waited for anything, for you to say something, for you to tell him you hated him, for you to push him away as his tears fell over your face, but nothing happened. This wasn’t your body anymore, it was just a shell. Simon had destroyed anything you ever were, all of your life and energy was gone, drained, you were empty. For the first time in his entire life, Simon was lost. He truly didn’t know what to do, so he did the only thing he could think of. He pressed his lips against yours, gasping at the feeling of your usually warm, inviting lips being so cold and stiff.

The officers gently tried to pull him away as he ran his fingers delicately through your tangled hair, placing a chair under him as they sat him down. “Now..” the mortician began, “You may be overwhelmed with the news I have, I’m not sure if you were aware but, your wife..when she passed, she was with child. My autopsy reveals she was around 12 weeks when she passed. I’m sorry.” He nodded curtly, placing his hands behind his back and looking away uncomfortably.

Simon couldn’t describe the rush of emotions he felt at the mention of a baby inside of you, and he suddenly remembered you telling him you were pregnant last night in a desperate attempt to save yourself. The guilt coursing through his veins made his heart ache heavily, tears streaming down his cheeks as he gently pet your hair. “My baby, oh my god, how could I have done this to you? M’so sorry, my sweet girl, m’s-so sorry..” He buried his face in your hair, inhaling softly and hoping to find the remnants of your shampoo, but you didn’t smell like you anymore. Nothing was the same because you weren’t you anymore. You were gone. And so was his baby, any possibility or idea of a happy family with his beloved wife was banished.

Simon was so anguished and broken after your passing, drinking himself into a stupor for days on end to try and ease the feelings of sadness, depression, guilt, and disgust he felt. All he could see was your cold face, your body being lowered into the ground at your funeral. Your family was absent, reminding him that all you really had was Simon, and he had failed you miserably. He didn’t eat much, didn’t shower, barely slept unless he forced himself to pass out. He didn’t show up for his next deployment, his upcoming service completely forgotten about which brought on his captain John Price coming to pay him a personal visit, concerned for his Lieutenant after learning that you passed. When he arrived at the documented address, he was met with no answer to his knocking.

John didn’t want all his effort to be for nothing, he just couldn’t leave empty handed so he used his lock picking skills to get the door open, calling out Simon’s name gruffly into the dim home. It reeked of grief, stale air and liquor but he pushed through the front door anyways, slowly walking through the hallway as he began to search the rooms. He observed the messy home, the lamp that was still smashed in the living room, the empty bottles littered throughout the home and all your belongings that were still laying about on random surfaces, untouched by Simon who was convinced you were coming back.

He nearly threw up as he pushed open the door to what was once a shared bedroom, the stench of Simon’s body hitting his nose as he covered his mouth. The sight before him was sickening, terrifying even as he moved closer and pressed two fingers against his neck, checking his pulse. Simon was dead, and must have been for days with the way his body was decomposing on the bed.

Simon Riley had died from Broken Heart Syndrome a mere six days after losing you, drowned in his own grief and sickness in bed, curled up and cold as he clutched your hello kitty wallet in his hands.

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Some Simon Ghost Riley x Fem!reader, smut under the cut, MDNI please :) this is my first blurb, sorry if it’s trash…thanks for reading <3

Edit: the pic is so blurry because tumblr has flagged my post for nudity, so hopefully blurring helps!

“Shhhh, shhh,” Ghost huffed quietly from behind you, grinding his hips harshly and rutting up against your ass while you squealed into his hand, both of you panting and tense as you laid over his desk in his office. You both had, had a long day out in the field and you needed this tension gone. His rough palm was firm against your mouth, fingertips digging into your cheek while he whispered hushed warnings into your ear.

“Quiet… or I’ll have… to stop,” He growled softly through gritted teeth, glancing at his office door while he slammed his hips carelessly against your ass, clapping sounds echoing through the room. Your eyes were in the back of your head, pussy squelching with every deep thrust as you babbled nonsense into his hand. Your arms were beginning to hurt from his tight grip on them, body aching and longing for a much needed orgasm.

Ghost looked down between you both where your bodies were repeatedly connecting, watching as his massive length disappeared into you over and over again. Your pretty pussy was struggling to take him all in, but you were still dripping slick down your thighs, making an absolute mess of both your sexes and leaving a creamy white ring around the base of his cock.

“Mmm..” you whimpered helplessly against his calloused hand, clenching around him as you began to see stars, letting the tears fall from your face as your orgasm forcefully rushed through you, pussy throbbing around his shaft. He groaned desperately upon feeling you gush on him, letting go of you and pushing you down against the desk as he now began to chase his own release.

He was greedy in the way he took you, scratching his nails down your back and burying his face between your shoulder blades while he fucked into you sloppily. “Fuck, y’feel..so..good, lovie..so wet f’me..” He panted quietly between thrusts, sitting up and aggressively pulling you up against his chest in a bear hug.

You were trapped in his big, solid arms, forced to endure his mean thrusts up into your cervix while your body trembled against him. “T-too much, sir, too much!” You whined, clawing softly at his wrist and letting the tears fall down your cheeks as Ghost hugged you tighter against him, ignoring your pleading. Your body was on fire, unable to come down from your first orgasm before you felt your second one approaching.

You felt one of his hands snake down to assault your swollen clit, rubbing harsh circles against it while he fucked into you with a sudden precision that had your gummy walls clamping down around him again. “Gonna cum again, hmm? Make a mess of my cock, doll? M’close too, baby..” He groaned quietly, grabbing a handful of your hair in his free hand and tugging you up so your bodies were flush, sweat soaked skin rubbing against one another.

“I-I-I’m c-cumming!” You cried, your vision doubling as your second orgasm washed over you, harsh waves of pleasure soaking your core as Simon emptied his load into you, grunting and slamming his hand over your mouth to try and hide your babbling screams while you both came. You felt his thick ropes of cum hitting your cervix, painting your walls and dripping out of your swollen hole because you were just so full.

You were both still sweaty and breathless when he pulled out of you, quickly yanking your underwear up your thighs in an attempt to keep his cum inside you. You stood up on shaky legs, staring up at him with lidded, glossy eyes and a dumb smile on your face as you both began to get dressed. You both stared at eachother for some time, staying wordless while he bent down to plant a kiss on your forehead.

After confirming you were okay, he guided your body towards the door, hand on the small of your back with a smirk and a sharp smack to your ass. “See you soon, Sargeant, be a good girl in the meantime for me, yeah?” A hint of a smile played on his lips under the mask, watching as you blushed and nodded shyly as if he didn’t just fuck your brains out. “Yes sir, thank you.” You murmured as you bit your lip to hide your smile, knowing that it wasn’t the first time your lieutenant took advantage of you and it definitely wouldn’t be the last time.

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Hi everyone!

I made this account so I could get my ideas out into writing and hopefully have others enjoy my works! I will be writing mainly for MW2/cod characters but I am open to any requests anyone may have. I hope this account can be a place of joy for myself and anyone who chooses to read my fics. I’ll have my first work posted soon! Bye for now <3