#yandere task force 141

[yandere-kokeshi]

Hoooooly crap I am BLASTED rn. Can I ask for poly 141 (it can be werewolf if you want) react and be with a reader tgat gets all giggly and snuggly while high. Also i love your work so mich like genuinely i just binge ypur stuff and constantly read things over and over and over again. Youre such a talented writer and honestly we should paying you for us to read your work. I hope you’re doib well, i love ya a toooon

— Yandere TF-141 with a gn darling who gets giggly and snuggly whilst high

Warnings: yandere behavior, being high, and being taken advantage of.

A/N: there’s no need to pay me, i’m happy to share my writing with you + everyone who likes my writing; thank you for the sweet compliments. This isn’t werewolf AU, but enjoy <3!!

To start off, they don’t mind pot. They know the real story, and how the government hides it. This said, they don’t necessarily have an opinion on it — it’s weed, nothing wrong or right about it.  

However, they also don’t condone it, as they like you awake. But if you do it, you do it and hey, they get to see a side of you that nobody else does, and you quickly become a doofus.  

To say they love your giggly and cuddly side is an understatement. All of them chuckle when they come home, seeing you laid down on the couch with reddened eyes. They love to plop you on their lap, laugh at your weird and not-in-the-moment-thinking conversations and ask you dumb shit, just to see your reactions. 

Soap can be a little shit, especially when you do a joint. He likes to ask deep-conversational questions, loving how your nose crinkles when thinking of it. And when you stutter, he loves to lean in and say: “Hm? Didn’t catch ‘at, sweetheart.”

To be honest, they all love to take advantage of you. Seeing you all calm and welcoming makes their dark heart darker than ever. 

Simon likes to ask you questions with promises, such as marriage, or even kids. Watching your reaction, and smiling with soft touches. And when the next day comes, asking if you remember them, and if you don’t? He’s hurt. Those promises were real, weren’t they? 

Honestly, Kyle and Price are worriers. Even though they know the side effects are normal, they worry like hens; constantly checking your head with the back of their hand or making you drink water to stay hydrated, as if you’re sick. 

As for Johnny, he’s in the middle — but still a little shit. He laughs when you laugh, even at the horrible jokes, and tries to make you stay in the ‘high state’ because it’s cute.

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[the-faceless-bride]

In need of 'Correction'...

Summary -> You were working for the other side, and while trying to plant bugs to gather information you end up getting caught, and while you thought you would end up dead... It somehow leads to something else... It seems the ones who caught you deem you in need of correction... A sweet doe-eyed thing like you wouldn't have done something like this on your own, you've clearly been manipulated... Don't worry, they'll help you.

⚠️warnings: porn w/ little to no plot, Non-con/Dub-con, forced orgasms, squirting, double penetration, anal (reader receiving), manipulation, mind break (?), yandere behavior (if you squint), ooc task force 141, I tried my best to keep reader GN! Read is called Pretty and has a vigina, reader is smaller than tf 141, readers codename is "Bandit", smut, slapping, being held against will, forced kissing, forced touching, forced oral (giving and receiving), interrogation, threats, dark content, violence against reader, might make a part 2 if you really like it, let me know if I missed anything!!!⚠️

Characters include: John Price, Johnny Soap, Simon Ghost, Kyle Gaz, Alejandro

A/n: I'm not the best at writing in Spanish, correct me if I write something wrong or incorrect, also I've been gone for a while so I'm a little rusty, please forgive me if it's shitty, ESPECIALLY the smut. If you have any tips I appreciate it, likes and reblogs are welcome!

You woke up with a throbbing in your head, your vision slightly blurred and your skin felt gross with the amount of dried blood that had been caked onto your face under your mask. You looked around, you were tied to a wooden chair and pushed into a small table, a single bright light illuminating the small room. an investigation room?.where were you? You don't remember much but you do remember being sent to plant bugs where the information is sent and getting information on some files...

You held onto the rafters crawling across as quickly and quietly as you could. Trying to reach the vents to crawl through and get right into the main office, you needed to plant a few bugs to get important information about some files and documents.

When you got into the vents you crawled around for a while trying to remember the layout you saw on the map. But you stopped when you heard voices. "-not sure, but whoever they are, they're smart. We gotta find them. They could be useful." another voice. "Maybe they can be persuaded to join our side? Money?" another voice. "tsk- shouldn't give money to a waste of air. How the hell sells out for money?! A disgrace if you ask me." they were talking about you. they wanted to get you on their side? Why? What for? Information? Skill? Or- oh shit.

The vent creaked.

All hell broke loose. Everyone in that room from what you heard got up and scattered to block off your only exits. You had to move fast.

You thought for a moment and chose to take the long way. You kicked open the grate beneath you and drop to the floor below. You ran out of the room. Taking turns. Trying to remember the way out.

Left.

Right.

Right.

Left.

Right.

Then your luck ran out and you slammed into someone's chest. You might know all their names, but you would be an idiot to not know him.

Ghost.

Then after a moment, he held you tightly the mask over your face becoming suffocating. And your vision began to blur.

He let you go and your head hit the wall, and you finally blacked out.

You didn't have more time to think before the door slammed open and a group of men walked through. They were all eyeing you. A dark hunger in their eyes.

One takes a step forward. You assume he is Captain Price. You try not to flinch as he rips the mask from your head. You still flinched. Some parts of your hair stick to your face. You fight the urge to try and wipe it off. Not wanting to risk taking your eyes off of the group of men that stood in front of you.

"hm-" a man huffed looking at you "When I pictured you, I didn't think you'd be so... Pretty?" a man with a Scottish accent thought out loud, the man next to him chuckled. "Soap, Gaz. Please. Keep it in your pants... For now." Ghost sighed.

Soap. And Gaz. That was their names...

You looked back to Price, he pouts in mock sympathy. Before pulling over a chai and sitting across from you.

"what's your name." he wasn't asking. He was giving you a command. His voice was deep and dripped with authority. In other circumstances, you would've felt flustered. But at this moment you were just scared. You weren't an idiot. These men were all bigger than you. You were a good fighter. But you knew if you tried to fight you would lose. And you didn't want to die here.

You looked up, making eye contact with Price. "I... I'm Bandit." you tried to hold eye contact but it was difficult. It felt like he was looking into the depths of your soul. You looked at your feet. Only to jump when his hand slammed on the table.

A faint, "aw" could be heard. You felt pathetic. "well. Bandit. You don't seem cut out for this kind of work. Too soft. Too jumpy. I don't wanna have to hurt that pretty face. So why don't you just tell me what you know? Confirm who you work for, and why you are on their side. And I might think about letting you go without a scare on you."

You look from him to the men behind him, back to your feet. You couldn't tell them anything. Even if they let you go after this you'll be tracked down. From where you sit. Both end in death. You didn't know these men well. But you knew the men you worked with. They were cruel, and unforgiving, and would skin you alive and leave you for the rats to pick at. You chose to take your chances with these men.

"oh? No longer interested in talking? Fine. But you asked for it. Alejandro. If you wouldn't mind?" Price stood from his chair. And the man Alejandro walked towards you. Your heart rate picked up.

You didn't get a moment to think as a hard smack was sent to the side of your face, fuck did it hurt. You tried to hold in the tears as a whimper escaped you. Blow after blow to your ribs, cheek, legs, and hands. All dealt with the same amount of unforgiving force. Ten minutes in you were a whimpering tear-stained mess. Small gasps of "stop." and "please." you were never cut out for this pain. You had always stayed in the shadows away from the fire. Now you curse yourself for not training your body and pain tolerance.

The strikes stopped and the man named Gaz took a step forward, his hand coming up to your face and you flinch away. He coos at you. Mocking you.

"you poor thing. You just want this to stop." you lightly nod your head as he takes a rag that he dipped in a bucket of freezing water - was that bucket always there? - he softly runs the rag over your face cleaning you of the blood and sweat. Using a hand to move hair from your face. The softness makes you mean into his touch. No longer wanting the painful touch.

"If you want this to stop, all you have to do is tell us what you know. What they know and why. Okay?" your lip trembles, "I can't." you whisper. "It was just meant to be a quick cash grab. I needed to help pay off a debt and this money was meant to help. If I tell you I either end up dead or tracked down and beaten to death later." Gaz looks into your eyes for a moment before they shift to the other men. They all seem to nod their heads, having a secret conversation with themselves. "we can protect you. As long as you work for us instead."

"b-but I don't know anything important about the people who hired me. I-" he and the rest of the men let out low chuckles, "no, we don't mean that kind of work. Just, allow us to show you how you've been wrong and do some... Physical work for us."

"physical work? But I'm not as strong as you guys and I don't have that much pain tolerance when it comes to this stuff and-" you were cut off, "don't worry, you'll get more of a tolerance and you being weaker is just how we like it." you were so focused on trying to put the pieces together to notice the rest of the men closing in on you, "I can see in your pretty eyes that your confused, allow as to make it nice and easy for you to understand."

The ropes around your hands and legs were snapped and you were lifted onto the table. Soap and Alejandro held down your legs, as Ghost and Price help your arms, Gaz worked on unbuckling your belt. After a moment of shock, the pieces finally fell into their place.

You began to struggle. "wait! I- you can't! Let go! Let me go!" Alejandro laughs at your cries, "More vocal now, aren't you pequeña? Just enjoy it. It's better than the pain before isn't it?"

Your pants are now around your knees, you wish you could close your legs or cover them but you can't. "don't worry love, I'll be nice. I'll prepare you a little." Gaz smiles at you as he lowers his head. Pressing a kiss to your clit before taking a long and slow lick up your cunt. "no please!" you struggle to keep yourself composed.

He kisses and sucks lightly on your clit, coaxing more sweet slick to drip from you. You don't wanna like it. You've never felt such pleasure in this way before. You didn't have sex a lot with your job but when you did it was rushed and didn't focus solely on you. But at this moment that was the only thing happening.

You felt him push a finger in, searching for that sweet spot that would make you cry out. And after a moment a gasp from you told Gaz that he had found it. He then pushed in another finger, both pushing against that spongy spot within you, sucking your clit at the same time. Your back arches. Stop it! You don't want this. You don't want to like this. This was wrong. Gross. So why did your body respond so willingly to him?

"she's fighting it." Ghost groans out. Clearly enjoying your sounds of struggle and strangled whimpers.

"awe, com'on hen. Let go. Enjoy it."

You gasp as you feel the knot start to tighten more and more. Don't. Don't you dare. If you do they'll win! You can't! Don't!-

You gasp. you feel a gush of liquid as the knot pulls tight and snaps. You look up, your vision around you blurring as you look into the one light above you. After a beat, you look down between your legs. Gaz's lips, chin, and even his nose were covered in your slick. You felt your face go warm with embarrassment, you had never done that before.

"oh fuck yeah-" Soap groans out and the others make a sound of agreement, all of them now all over you. Your body feels numb and you don't know if you have it in you to struggle. Soap kissed his way up to your chest playing with your chest, Alejandro kissed and left marks on your hips, Price and Ghost kissed your neck and collarbone.

You heard the sound of a belt buckle before feeling something warm, soft, and round rubbing against your entrance. You whimper knowing what's coming.

"oh lovie don't whine like that, you'll almost make me feel bad." Gaz teased slowly pushing in with a soft sigh as you clench around him. He leans over careful of the others and kisses you. The kiss is sickeningly sweet and soft. The soft whine he makes also does no favors in helping you keep your composer.

Soap pulls away with a light, "fuck it" as he makes his way over to the other side undoing his belt, "Hen, mind given me a hand?" you don't really get to respond as he takes your hand and wraps it around his cock, using your hand as a fucktoy the precum oozing and making your hand slick and sticky. "oh, yeah hen~ such a good little pet~" he sighs Alejandro soon joining his making you use both hands, both men grinning as they chase their pleasure.

Gaz thrusts a few times testing to see if you've relaxed a bit more so he could slide in and out easier. Once he was satisfied he pulled away making a motion towards the other men, they all move to the side. Soap and Alejandro stroking their girths, Price and Ghost finally undoing their belts.

You were now laid onto of Gaz as he pushed himself back into your dripping pussy, Soap and Alejandro taking your hands to stroke their cocks again, Price and Ghost finally picking their spots.

Ghost pushes his angry red tip against your plush lips, his eyes giving you a warning to dare and disobey the Silent order. And Price made his way behind you with Gaz, he wasn't as kind as Gaz was he simply spreads your ass apart before spitting and letting his tip do the work of spreading the makeshift lube.

You lick your lips nervously as you slowly open your mouth for the man looming over you. He wastes no time pushing his way into your mouth and thrusting his hips making sure to touch the back of your throat each time. And Price simply pushed in, no warning, no stretch, the burn was painful. It made you whine and sputter around Ghost who was starting up an unforgiving rhythm that would surely leave your throat raw.

The mix of Pain from Price, the pleasure from Gaz and his perfectly arched cock hitting the most sensitive part inside of you, and the lack of oxygen due to Ghost's unforgiving thrusts and the dirty words in your ears from Alejandro and Soap was overwhelming. But fuck was it good.

All these feelings, the fear inside of you, the lust. You just couldn't take it anymore. Fighting would be useless at this point.

You start pumping Soap and Alejandro faster, they both let out a surprised sigh but quickly allow themselves to be taken care of.

"that's it hen, be a good little toy for us~ fuck your so hot hen~"

"Sí, así como así mi amor. Esa es una buena chica, sigue acariciándome así."

Ghost groans with a smirk, you can't see it behind his mask but if you could you'd melt.

"That's it dear, focus on sucking that cock. You like taking my cock, don't you? You'll swallow it all right baby?"

Gaz and Price fucking into you.

"Fucking Slut, you like taking cock huh? you like the way I fuck you? Fuck your tight, never taking it in the ass before huh? Well, you're gonna have to get used to it my little slut."

"Fuck lovie, you're so good for us. You'll be good, right? You'll stay and be our little cock slut? You'll play nice right? Can't wait for the others to see you like this. Such a perfect little pet for us~"

You whimper and moan, Fuck you're gonna cum again. And from the sounds around you, so are they.

In a few moments, Soap lets out a sweet moan and paints the left side of your face white with his cum. The sight made Alejandro groan, you looked so pretty, covering the right side of your face with His cum too. They pull away admiring their work.

Ghost's hips pick up in spread before he slams down holding your head in place, your nose against the ash-blonde happy trail. Cum flowed down your throat, swallowing all you could. He pulls back as you cough and suck in as much air as you could.

Your hands shoot down to hold onto Gaz's shoulders, your moans now free for all to hear. You moan as you feel yourself squirt again all over Gaz's thighs, a moment later feeling both men fill you with their cum. Price was the first to pull out with a low chuckle.

"so what do you say Lovie? Wanna stay with us? I promise we'll give you lots of orgasms~"

Part 2 ->

[obsessivelullabies]

yandere call of duty men — would they kill for you?

— characters included : kyle 'gaz' garrick, john price, simon 'ghost' riley, johnny 'soap' mactavish, phillip graves.

— warnings : murder, yandere behavior, manipulation, toxic relationships, mention of sex (soap's). gender neutral reader, isolating reader.

kyle 'gaz' garrick.

short answer; no. kyle is a rational man. he wouldn't want to terrify you. he wouldn't want to make you hate him by taking someone away from you. he doesn't want you to see him as a monster. he wants to keep his angel happy.

manipulation is his tactic. he'll drop subtle hints saying stuff such as 'i don't like how ___ does this' or 'i hate how they treat you'. he'd slowly distance you from people he didn't trust. he'll let you have a few people, your family and friends are fine, but he makes sure he's the most important person in your life.

kyle just wants to take care of you! can you blame him? he knows that he's the best person for you. just trust him.

john price.

john would only kill someone for you if they were harming you in some way. he knows the mess and the chaos that comes with such an act, yet if he believes his love would be better with said person gone, he'll do it. just for you.

he would make sure you never found out. he knows that's for the better. similar to kyle, he doesn't want you to think less of him. for john, it's more about the hassle of how you'd react.

honestly, he just wants a calm life where he can take care of you. you're his sweet pet. john won't let anyone ruin you.

simon 'ghost' riley.

simon is overly protective. insanely overprotective. he constantly worries about you. to protect you, he vows he'd do anything. if that vow involves such a drastic action, he'll do it. no regrets, no second thoughts.

simon isn't exactly trying to hide it from you. if it comes up in conversation, he'd probably have the most monotone reaction, "oh. i killed him." to the point you think he's joking.

he's terrified to lose you. terrified someone would hurt you. he'd rather set the world on fire than know something terrible happened to you. you were his life.

johhny 'soap' mactavish.

johhny devoted his entire life to you. his motive is jealousy. if he feels like someone is becoming your new favorite person, he'd have to rightfully take that spot back.

johnny would proudly show off what he did. he would fuck you over their dead body if you let him, just to show his ownership over you. how he was all you needed. he was the only man who could please you.

he's not insecure about someone else taking you, johnny is arrogant. he knows he's the best thing to ever happen to you. he's scared someone will manipulate you into leaving him.

phillip graves.

graves wouldn't go that far. in his perspective, you're like a dumb little bunny. he isolates you. he treats you as his sweetheart, making sure you know he's the perfect one to care for you.

all he has to do in his mind is to be firm. firmly tell you that he needs you by his side. he'll lower your self-esteem. make you lonely. make you dependent him.

graves in possessive and slightly insecure. he wants to own you. he wants your mind on him 100% of the time. you're his precious bunny.

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[konigsblog]

ORLA THIS REMINDS ME OF KIDNAPPER!141 https://x.com/paipancon/status/1593211824035401728?s=46&t=KrkayzuhEBdbPhnecKtdnQ

GRGRGRG' RUFYFYFYYUR 😵‍💫 ...

NON-CON, BDSM, gangbang, yandere.

you just had to be punished. you hadn't been behaving, nor listening. your obedience was replaced with disobedience and a naughty behaviour they ought to get rid of.

your back arched as simon plows into you, your sounds muffled and stifled due to johnny's thick and hard cock pressed deep down your throat. full and sticky balls slapping against your chin, coated in drool, your head knocked forward when simon thrusts deep into you.

price holds a vibrator against your overstimulated clit, your slit raw and sensitive from simon's harsh and relentless plowing. gaz taunts you, cooing at his ruined angel while he rubs his leaking tip all over your face, covering your perfect face in thick seed that drips down your pretty cheeks. recording in this for you to remember; a punishment that keeps you awake at night.

you whimper, gasping when johnny's cock eases from your mouth, gripping a fistful of your hair so he can fuck his dick down your strained throat.

“naughty lassie..” he shames you. you can't control how your pussy becomes sloppy around ghost's thick shaft, your wet eyes gazing up at gaz and johnny. johnny only pulls away once his cum stains your tongue white and you're coughing, before gaz replaces johnny's place and fucks his stiff and lengthy dick down your poor, used throat.

each vein dragging against your tongue and your walls causes you to throb and squeeze, your raw and sore eyes glistening against the light above you in the chamber down in the basement. simon spurts thick and hot seed all over your back, plugging his thick fingers into your hole.

price slides his dick into your asshole, using simon's seed and your slick as lube to fuck his hard, girthy and meaty size into your pulsing and tightening asshole. you squeal, trembling before your hips and pushed flat down against the cold concrete floor. you babble around kyle as john slams his broad hips against your tight ass, taking his leather belt and smacking it against your ass as a warning.

“ain't'cha just so filthy?” john teases, simon's deep laugh echoing. gaz groans out whole johnny strokes your hair, pushing it back so they can get a clear view of your gorgeous, stained face. “dirty thing, dove...” he fills your throat as john bucks into your asshole one last time, filling both your holes with seed and smacking your face until you're pleading with him, promising you'll be a good little fucktoy for them.

[diejager]

Ooo I just love how you write platonic yanderess

Can you write a platonic yandere Ghost with his little sister😗

Of course. Of course.

Pairing : Big brother Simon "Ghost" Riley & little sister reader

Cw: canon violence, death, Ghost background, death, murder, dark, platonic yandere, protective Ghost, murder, mental breakdown, depression, trauma.

Wc: 1.3k

The last thing he wanted people to know - even his team - was about his civilian life, the secrets he held under lock and key near his heart, and a hard appearance. He protected what little was left of his old life fiercely, he wasn't Simon Riley anymore, he was "Ghost" now and that's all people knew. All the pain and torture he went through, from digging himself out of his grave to finding his family murdered, dead in the home they thought safe.

He remembered going home, exhausted and ecstatic to see his family, he celebrated Christmas with his family, drinking and eating at Tommy's house, you sitting next to him - your older brother. He was lucky that everyone was free that night, you both had unpredictable schedules, him being a red beret and you a field medic. Although he never had the chance to work with you, you were always skilled with your hands, bandaging and nursing his wounds.

You fixed him up when your dad got too drunk, Simon used to wrap himself around your body and receive every hit and berate of degrading insults your dad liked to spew. Simon protected you and you played his nurse until it became too real, you left for military service a few years after him, wishing to help the one who protected you so often.

He left to drink with friends on the eve, military buddies, you promise to come back once you got something from your flat near the edge of Downtown Manchester (it was a bit far, but always noisy, it helped quell the nightmares that silence brought).

He rushed home when he finished with whatever Sparks had done, ending him and his accomplice. They knew where he was before, it put his family at risk, then the call he got only solidified his fears when he stepped into Tommy's house, door open and lights off.

He found you sobbing, kneeling over Tommy and Joseph's bodies, cradling them. The dread and devastation he felt were overpowering, his life in the military had cost him his happy family. He was served revenge on a silver platter, a few scrapes here and there, but you two had disappeared in the dead of Christmas.

Everything from public relationships to your face was a risk, and somehow, he managed to keep you by his side wherever he served. You were the medic and him the lieutenant; (Name) and Simon Riley were dead, simply Doc and Ghost. That's how the world knew you and how Task Force 141 called you. Doc and Ghost, stuck by the hips, wearing similar masks and worked spectacularly together.

You were the last of his family, of the life he had before the murder - his dreamy heaven - so he kept you close, he protected you like he did when you were younger. If they got too close, he'd dispose of them immediately. Your safety was his top priority, whatever he did was for you, and the purpose he built himself was to ensure that you'd live.

He wanted you to stay, the agonizing pain of feeling lost and alone was harrowing, and he couldn't risk the chance of losing you too. They haunted him in his sleep, the memory of their deaths and his regrets, it all loomed over him like a reminder of his mistakes - his failures. The 'what if's lingered in his mind, the 'should have' and 'could have' becoming a mainstream of his thoughts when he looked at himself in the mirror; what if he never joined the army; what if he was there that night; he should have been there with them, instead of drinking at a bar; he could have saved you the grief and pain he felt, the one you shared like an open wound.

It should have been him.

He told himself that so many times, to you and himself, always mumbling about it at night, pointing the finger at himself for the loss. You stayed by his side, smaller arms wrapped around him like a blanket of comfort, warm and reassuring with words that pushed back his demons. He loved you so much, for being here and for always sticking to him.

You don't blame him for it, he doesn't understand how you don't, he saw it as his fault for bringing the enemy home.

"'S not your fault, Si," you whispered to him, his mental state too fragile for loud noises. His ears were ringing, almost so loudly that he thought his mind would implode on itself. You knew he felt everything much stronger, being the eldest of the trio he felt more responsible. "You're not to blame, Si. None of it, ya understand?"

He liked how your hands held his, gripping him tightly to bring him back to earth, far away from his violent mind. You supported him when he crashed and he held you when you broke, their deaths never left you, it simply brought you closer together than you'd think possible.

You closed yourself from others and built a wall of brick and cement, yet you smiled and socialized freely, you spoke enough for you both - or so Ghost insisted. He grew colder, callous, and brash with others, reserving his sweeter and softer side for you.

He stood near you, practically looming over you with his height of 6'4, broad shoulders, dark fatigues; a giant wall of muscle, you'd tease him, though you knew he was only protecting you. He's grown wary of everything that tried to approach you, he would stand before any approaching figure and glare them down.

Johnny "Soap" MacTavish, you were told from the file Price sent you, walked to meet you, smiling broadly and eyes squinting from the bright sun that bared down on the base. Besides him was Gaz, Kyle Garrick, olive-skinned and leaner than both males - blockheaded blokes, you called Simon and Soap.

His newly formed habit stood out the moment Ghost moved to block you from their sights, standing high and sneering when they stood feet away from you. You saw them flinch, hesitation seen through their eyes before they closed in, greeting Ghost who stared at their hand.

"Doc, pleasure meeting you, Soap, Gaz," you moved around Ghost, tapping his forearm reassuringly, his tense form slumping slightly. "He's Ghost, sorry 'bout him, he's not much of a people's person." Ghost huffed as you shook their hands, peering between them to the other duo approaching: Captain John Price and Gary "Roach" Sanderson.

Ghost acted once more, moving to guard you even though he knew Price prior to the formation of Task Force 141, you both knew him. You shook his hand, bowing your head lightly out of respect for the experience and battle-hardened man.

Other than guarding you, he hoarded your attention like a dragon hoarding his gold, keeping you by his side wherever he went as much as he stuck to yours. Per your conditions, you and Ghost would always be assigned together, and Price sympathetically complied. You bunked together and ate on the same table, he warded away unsavory glances and you lashed out at those that glowered at Ghost.

Although you'd burn the world for Ghost, he took it a step further, he took it upon himself to take care of whatever plagued you. Be it harassment from a fellow soldier, he'd disappear the next day; be it an unintentional threat to your safety, properly disposed of; be it someone who's trying to get close to you, too close to you, would find themselves jumping into an oncoming train.

He did as he should to keep you from harm, any kind that would mean losing you. A desperate man takes desperate measures, and Simon "Ghost" Riley is the most desperate elder brother in the world.

[sweet-as-an-angel]

Yandere Alejandro Headcanons

Warnings: 18+, suggestive content, vague smut, no pronouns used for Reader except 'You', marking, riding, praise kink, switch! Alejandro w/ top lean, cum play (?), yandere behaviour, possessive behaviour, obsessive behaviour, implications of stalking, Stockholm Syndrome, pet names, mention of voyeurism, surveillance, murder, forced relationship (at first), paranoid/jealous Alejandro, etc

WHEW, okay.

Alejandro is a passionate man. And when he falls, he falls hard.

Like, clipping through the floor and into the Backrooms level of hard.

Whatever you did to get his attention, you've eneamoured him, which is both a blessing and a curse.

A blessing in that this man, regardless of whether he's a yandere or not, is loyal.

He's your shadow, going wherever you go, watching over you like a morally ambiguous angel.

He's a trained, professional killer, so this man has no qualms or difficulty in reducing someone he deems as a threat to you (or your relationship) to a mere blood spatter on a pavement in some alleyway.

However, he will hold back on such murderous activities if you tell him to.

He can't resist you.

Like, at all.

He'd do literally anything for you.

Once, you joked around, asking him what he would do if you lost your heart. Like it just vanished, completely disappeared. Poof!

This man got down on one knee and proclaimed, knife in hand (where did he get the knife?): "I would carve out my own and lace it into your chest, and I would always be with you, my love coursing through your veins as it does through mine."

"Oookay, big guy, let's get you to bed..."

You made sure to watch over him that night and make sure he did no such thing. Because you knew he meant it.

You made sure to hide the knives behind a locked cupboard door after that.

Like I said, he's a passionate man.

In the early stages of your (forced) relationship, you just knew he was quite physical.

He wasn't malicious; far from it!

He just loved you so much that he wanted to express it in ways that words couldn't articulate.

However, after you expressed that you weren't comfortable with physical touch after, you know, being kidnapped by him, he basically had his hands tied behind his back whenever you were around.

Even backed away from you if you nearly brushed up against him (whether intentional or not) like he was in dodging a bullet.

It was actually you who, after Stockholm Syndrome kicked in, had initiated physical contact.

You slid your hand over the blanket that covered you while you sat in the sofa, watching a film.

Your finger just grazed Alejandro's, and when I say this man jumped, I mean he was like a cat pinned to the ceiling.

He was about to apologise to you for...being in your way?

Until you interrupted him, giving him a hesitantly wide-eyed look.

You tried again, embarrassed to vocalise (and realise) that you wanted to hold hands with the man who'd stolen you.

He was rigid, almost shaking, deathly afraid of losing you in ways he couldn't even fathom yet, all because you brushed hands for a ghost of a second.

"It's okay," you said. Your green light for Alejandro to relax.

He seemed to do so, albeit marginally, as his shoulders softened, losing their boxy edge.

His large, rough hand slowly merged with yours, fingers interlocking, filling the empty spaces.

Yours was soft between his, not having known work since your capture.

You put the thought out of your mind, trying instead to focus on how you were feeling right now than how you'd been feeling for the past few months.

You could feel his hand shaking in yours for a long time afterwards, a frightened bird in your grip.

You smoothed the back of his hand with your thumb, not looking away from the TV casting a white glow upon your face and hiding the blood rushing to it.

You felt his fingers twitch, desperate to just take your hand in his and just kiss it black and blue.

But he held back, waiting you to come to him when you were ready.

Alejandro gradually got braver after that initial encounter, though.

He seemed more comfortable taking your hand in his, which, whenever you initiate first, he melts.

Puppy of a man.

At some point in the relationship, about 6 months in, Alejandro wanted to test your loyalty.

He left your home, making a big song and dance about how he was going to the shop and wouldn't be back for an hour or two.

He left the front door unlocked and hid behind the curtained window of a friend's house across the street.

The friend was unaware of your situation, making it easy for Alejandro to lie about why he needed to hide there.

It was not easy for Alejandro to lie, however.

He could feel the falsehood burn his tongue as if he'd summoned a great evil, chanting its name and burning its poison symbols into the muscle.

It was slanderous - the baseless cover story of waiting for your suspected side-man coming to pay you a 'courtesy visit'.

The hour passed. And he waited with bated breath.

He saw you emerge from the house, oblivious to his presence, and look outside.

Your gaze was uncertain; you were considering something.

Alejandro was ready to run, to bolt out the door and capture you, return you to his house and--

You shut the door, returning to the confines of the house.

Alejandro watched, eyes wide, with only his uncertainty certain, as he waited for you to leave, to run as far as you could away from your cage - from him.

But you never did.

Ten, twenty minutes - nearly an hour passed and you'd still made no attempt to flee.

Alejandro returned home not long after, unable to resist the pull any longer.

He slammed the door open and closed behind him, and sought you out immediately.

Before you could ask him what was up, how, despite the force of his manner, he came to have such a smile on his face, he swept you up in his arms and kissed you.

Chaste on the surface, but burning with sheer desperation underneath, an almost metallic taste on his lips from his heart swelling to such an extent that he could feel it in his throat.

Or, rather, a lump of tearful joy collecting there.

You made no objections, instead kissing him back, though with unmatched, rather intimidated frevour.

"I saw you--" he said between breaths, fanning your cheeks with the flickers of his inner fire.

"--When I left, you stayed. You saw your chance for freedom, and you stayed--"

He didn't give you time to unpack that statement, wrapping your legs around his waist and holding you there, lips moving from yours down to your jaw, your throat, nipping the crook of your neck.

You yelped, quick yet noticeable as Alejandro withdrew, seemingly broken out of whatever trance you'd put him in.

Everything he wanted to say - wanted to ask - flashed behind his eyes.

You smiled at him, wrapping your arms tighter around his shoulders.

"I want this," you say, placing a hand on his cheek and giving him a tender look.

NSFW

This man lives for your praise, and he makes sure to return the favour.

Calls you things like: "Mi Amor," and "Mi Corazon," (My Love, My Heart)

His accent makes it even more intimate when he whispers airy praises into your ear as he's softly thrusting into you, making sure you know just how loved you are.

Mutters things in Spanish while he loses himself in you.

He's a very strong lover, so he'll take any opportunity to show you how much he loves you by putting your pleasure - sexual or not - above his own.

Gives phenomenal head, tbh.

He just knows what you like, which you could chalk up either to him being attentive, intuitive, or having stalked you and your preferences for weeks prior to your official meeting.

He marks you when he's jealous, the primal need to ward off other men from the love of his life becomes overwhelming when something like a stray look or a brief conversation makes him believe you're going to leave him for someone else.

He's more of a top but will be absolutely delighted if you ask to ride him.

Relating to the 'stalking' mention from earlier, he's maybe kind of into voyeurism??? In that he just loves knowing what you're doing when he's away, regardless of the nature of the activity (unless it's cheating - in which case he does not enjoy seeing what you're doing).

And he sees it all through the camera system he has installed in every room and crevice of the house.

Seeing you in his shirts makes him feel some kinda way.

Another aftercare king over here; he knows exactly what you need and when you need it, and he will not rest until all your needs are met.

Btw, he's mad insecure that you'll leave him one day, (would you believe it).

And the only way to reassure him is to either marry him, or give him the most atrocious, knee-buckling head known to man.

Tbf tho, Alejandro thinks your head, regardless of how good your game is, is spectacular - just because it came from you :>.

Cum play; man loves just covering you in himself because it reminds him that you're his.

It's more reassurance for himself rather than to exert power or authority over you.

Back to SFW

Alejandro knows you inside and out.

He takes a vested interest in anything and everything you like; he can name ever main, background and side character from any book, film or animated series you like. Also knows your top 25 favourite songs off by heart.

If you show that same level of attentiveness to him, he will be absolutely whipped (more so than he already is).

He's the first to say "I love you." And if/when you say it back, he's already planning the wedding in his head, the image becoming clearer, more of a certainty than a fantasy.

His eyes go really wide and glassy and he's looking at you like he has the Universe in his arms.

Because in his view, he does.

He loves you more than he thinks is physically capable for any human, and he will do anything to keep you safe and happy.

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This drabble is my first writing piece, idk if I’ll make it into a fic. I started writing down some thoughts and an exposition for myself and then I was like, this might make a nice lil prologue. Idk tho im a virgin in this. So if what here’s and obligatory ‘pls leave me be, im learning ;-;’

Dishonourably discharged 141 quartet! (also this is an xReader thought I promise)

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Their last mission was an unfortunate, grievous endeavour. A negotiation of high profile hostage releases in an abandoned multi-story factory which turned out to be a trap. Even if it cost the terrorist organisation the lives of extraordinarily important extortion-able victims the notorious 141 needed to be wiped at whatever costs, which meant sacrifices had to be made.

Only no-one, not even himself, expected Price to chuck the bomb-covered man off the ledge, 2 stories down to where the hostages were held. It was a split second decision made to save the lives of his men and deal with the consequences later. And deal with the consequences they did. The explosion ripped apart the lower floor indiscriminate of flesh or rusted steel. The old, battered building caved in on itself momentarily, engulfing everything within into a black hole of scrap, wire and human cadaver.

By some miracle, although festering with wounds and decorated with jutted broken bones like arrows out their skin, the 141 lived to tell the tale. Undoubtedly, this would get them discharged for “on the field injuries”. And yes, they were supposed to be medically discharged . It was disappointing that their military careers (their sole drive in life) was over, but, yes, they were supposed to get a fat pension, full healthcare coverage for immediate family, veteran discounts for everything from groceries to mortgages and awards for their sacrifices. They were supposed to live the rest of their lives relaxing, hunting, pursuing unfinished dreams and/or hobbies.

Except the son of one of the hostages rallied the other victim’s families together and incriminated Price for manslaughter. The boys weren’t about to throw their Captain under the bus, disputed the charge despite Price’s pleading, and got incriminated by association. It wasn’t fair, but they were never going to win a trial against a pack of multi-billionaires, no matter the accusation or its validity. There was one small mercy though; because of their connections in the military they were dishonourably discharged instead of imprisoned (and considering that blood and money turn the world, it would probably been for a lifetime). Their records and achievements were wiped, awards taken away. They were left unfit for any veteran benefits and with chronic pain and injuries as the final nail in the coffin, unwanted souvenirs from that god forsaken mission.

Overtaken with hatred and disappointment from both the traumatic event and the experience of their metaphysical lives ending the men unwillingly closed this chapter: abandoned, empty, changed.

Ghost much like his callsign disappeared in the first week after they split, no contact, no goodbye, no nothing.

Gaz went to live with his relatives, trying to figure out his next step.

Price hunkered down with a former military friend and his family.

Soap moved back into his elderly, struggling mother’s small cottage. It’s the reason he went into the military in the first place, to help support his family.

They all knew these were temporary arrangements. The army was their life; no branch or association would take them now, not with the bold, damning DD stamped on their papers. But very little quality employers wanted mentally traumatised men whose chronic and psychic pain rendered them unable to do blue collar work. Yet, non had the education or the drive to be employable in a more specialised, less physical sector.

Was this the end?

Maybe. But the sun shone on Soap’s meadow, illuminated his life and showed him a new way out. He was at the right place, at the right time and managed to bump into you. You really should have just kept walking. Taking pity on the blue-eyed puppy, kicked in the teeth over and over by life’s unforgiving boot should have been a noble act. But feed a dog once and it will keep coming back, and unfortunately, this one has a rabid pack.

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TOO CLOSE - SELF AWARE COD CHARACTERS X READER

⥇❥"Reader" is described as "feminine leaning" or "feminine sounding"; however, they/them and it/its pronouns are used and no bodily adjectives are used in this part because reader is only described as "that person" or "the voice". Let me know if I should make an alternate post(s) slightly adjusted for masculine or androgynous description, and if I missed any content warning tags. I plan on making a masculine version for this one due to someone's request, currently deciding if I should just slightly re-write to change descriptions or fully-rewrite it :)

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⥇❥CONTENT WARNING FOR:

↪ body horror(?) ↪ usual “Darkfic” stuff,  ↪ yandere tendencies ↪ Angst™ ↪ possible OOC characters ↪ american author writing (mostly) british people

I totally plan on continuing this drabble with another part so some of the warnings aren't quite apparent yet teehee <3

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There was always that nagging feeling that Ghost was being watched, paranoia which he had long since grown accustomed to. But, there were always times he felt it… heighten, where this…  this strange sense of dejá vu seemed to take root in his mind. Sometimes, he felt like his movements weren't his own despite it being his will that moved those joints.

It occurred often after he joined the military, and occasionally, when in the quiet of his thoughts, he could hear something. At first, he thought it was a teammate coming through his comms, yet “the voice” wasn't familiar. 

He remembered when he first heard it. 

A quiet voice saying something he didn’t quite catch. He sighed, heavy and annoyed at himself, focusing a bit more on the radio firmly strapped to his chest as he pressed a button with a familiar practiced ease. Despite the fact he laid prone on the ground, hidden amongst foliage he had no trouble reaching it and speaking up. It was… slightly embarrassing that he lost focus and needed to repeat instructions, but he’d rather face slight embarrassment over fumbling an important mission because he didn’t want to ask for them to repeat what was said. Not that Simon “Ghost” Riley was afraid of dying. As a soldier he honestly felt more fearful that he’d fuck up a mission and get yelled at by a superior. That he’d hurt people he was trying to protect. That he’d prove that nagging voice in the back of his head right, the annoying doubtful little shit always lingering despite his confidence that had grown with experience. 

Regardless, he didn’t care to debate with himself about yet another experience that would keep him up at night, wallowing in his bed thinking about everything he could’ve done differently. “Say again?” He asked, cautious to remain quiet and hidden, yet gravely tone firm and clear enough for the other side of his line to hear. Yet no one on the other side of the line said anything previously, voicing their confusion when he asked them to repeat something never said.

Yet no other soul was around the precarious position he perched himself, his scope aimed at distant enemies. He even briefly glanced around, surveying his surroundings for possible danger, anyone, anything. Then “the voice” came through again, energetic and excited— far too unprofessional for how serious that mission was. ‘A recruit,’ he would’ve thought if not for the fact nobody else acknowledged it.

However, once the mission ended, that strange feeling faded, and “the voice” didn't appear again… 

…Until a few months later, on another mission.

The uncomfortable feeling of being watched, the almost foreign feeling of his own body, and “the voice” returned. His skin crawled.

 As if something had forcefully crept beneath it, lifting the skin and making itself comfortable in his body. Claiming it for itself as it burrowed deep into the muscular fiber, into his organs, and flowed in his veins in place of blood. It felt… parasitic and invasive. It disturbed him greatly how the feeling came and went suddenly without cause. Leaving him as it wished and then showing up without warning, without his permission. How it happened to him regardless of how steeled his nerves were. Of how experienced he became.

And, as he would soon find, no matter how intensely he looked around, nobody else was present. Yet “the voice”, which he had to strain to even remotely understand, seemed to respond as if they could see him based on the few words he could catch. 

“HOLY SHIT! He looks so cool, dude! Look at his fuckin’ rifle, his gear! This was so worth the wait. He’s got a new mask too! I’m so glad they brought him back, ugh, literally my favorite poster boy of the whole franchise.”

And if Ghost focused a little bit more, he'd notice it didn't quite sound right, as if it wasn't speaking aloud. “The voice” didn't echo around the room when he was inside, didn't echo through the air when he was outside, nor did it have the crackle of the radio. It was simply muffled, like if someone talked from a room over.

“...Uh, yeah, it was totally worth the fifty-freakin-bucks. Rent can wait, my war criminal pookies can’t! …Yes I know they’re probably not actual war criminals. Yeah, I KNOW they’re… man, you’re no fun. Let me simp in peace.”

Ghost knew he hadn't exactly been the… most sound of mind, but he truly began to worry he might have been hallucinating. “The voice” had been following him for an increasingly long amount of time at this point, and he mostly tuned it out. He recently found himself in a new group though, which led to a disturbing realization that he wasn’t fully insane. His worries about that were swiped away when Soap (his new sergeant who was a little too talkative for his own good, in Ghost’s opinion) ever-so-casually asked about “the voice” he overheard during the mission, which he couldn't quite recognize. Everyone in the helicopter was surprised on the ride back, anxiously discussing that faint voice they'd all heard— had been hearing on and off during missions. It gave Ghost a whole new fear.

It was no secret that a majority of the people in base and on missions with them were men, so that distinctly feminine voice being hard to pinpoint caused a new worry among the team. The potential breach of their communication network. The topic came up as an innocent question from Soap about who “the voice” was before everyone realized they all heard that voice, contradictory in how it sounded so near yet so far, so clear yet it hurt their heads to try and process what was said, clouding their minds in a haze if they tried focusing on it for too long.

It was a clear cause for concern. 

Their task force, Task Force 141, a highly-qualified team, who frequently had taken on missions even some of the most seasoned veterans would find difficult.

Their task force, carefully hand-picked from all corners and crevices of the globe, skills compared, packed like a puzzle to cover all fronts. Their identities and information taken apart and put back together, their secrets in the open to the prying eyes of Captain Price as he was given the authority to form a team. Personalities scrutinized against one another to ensure the utmost efficiency and dynamic interactions between teammates.

Their taskforce, the best of the best, highly efficient, a well oiled machine crafted with the utmost caution for the most risky, dirty, and sometimes immoral missions that most wouldn't be able to stomach. All for the betterment of the world and for the protection of their homes and countries.

And yet they couldn't find a single trail, not a single damn clue, about this… voice. "That voice" that came and went almost exclusively on missions, too. There were very, very few cases where it breached outside of missions. Truthfully, Ghost didn't know what he found worse. That the team heard it outside of missions where they didn't have radio communication, simply just out and about, or that it had breached past the sanctity of the missions, crossing into the supposed safe zone of their respective bases, homes, and private lives. Passing the line that they usually hide behind for comfort after rough missions, the place they went to lick their wounds, to reload their guns, and to confide in each other. And this thing, brash and bold came through, kicking that metaphorical line in the sand and bouncing past their defenses without repercussions.

It started in instances where they could ignore it. 

Where it could've been just their mind playing tricks or someone who sounded similar.

At first it was Soap, running around the track and hearing it faintly. He could've mistaken it for the music blaring through his ears if it wasn't for the fact he knew the lyrics by heart, and the singer sounded nothing like "that voice".

“Whoa, Soap cutscene. We’re being fed today. Get your bowls 'n spoons.”

He could’ve sworn he even heard a ‘clank’ of glass or something. It was worse when he realized his earbuds didn't block out “the voice” anymore than usual. It was always somewhat muffled and incoherent unless he focused, even in the quiet. Yet the earbuds in his ears didn't alter it at all. He took a longer shower than usual that day, trying to let the cold water shock him enough to forget what he heard while thoughts ran wild in his head… It ended with him being slightly late to an important team meeting and getting assigned some training as punishment. He chose to keep why he was late a secret, not wanting to startle anyone about “the voice” or sound crazy.

Then it was Gaz. Friendly, slightly more inexperienced than the rest, Gaz. Gaz was on temporary time off, having accidentally pulled a muscle in his arm. He was simply walking through the streets of a nearby town where he had rented a flat. He rarely actually used the thing, since he spent most of his time at base and it was more convenient to use the barracks. Nevertheless, he still found himself in the quaint little town, going for groceries to stock his apartment's fridge. He was weaving through the streets when he heard that odd and unrestrained laugh, snorting and uncaring if it's an embarrassing laugh. 

“Gaz… my pookie-wookie, my cutie-patootie, my absolute ray of sunshine… WHOMST THE FUCK IS DRESSING YOU LIKE THAT?!”

He probably looked like a madman with how frantically he looked around, suddenly stiffened and still as some people complained behind him from how abruptly he stopped, causing them to bump into him. Yet nothing conclusive, he couldn’t even figure out the direction it came from, much less find out who it came from. He didn’t bother talking about it, only loosely mentioning it later when it came up in a discussion.

After that it was Price and Laswell. The two of them standing in a surprisingly mundane office in the base, not expecting much when that bold-fucking-voice echoed through both of their ears. Something about being a homewrecker? They… didn’t know. 

“Laswell!!! Man I wish they had her appear more often, she’s so cool… I’d totally marry her if she didn’t have a wife… What do you mean you’d become a homewrecker in seconds? Have some fuckin’ respect for the woman. Besides I thought you liked Price? He’s… single? I think?”

But it forced both of them to lose their casual mood from before, because they both heard it and neither of them knew what to think about the fact that they were hearing it outside of missions now. That… that was very bad.

The last straw was when Ghost was handing spare masks to the team when there's a faint comment about it. He can't quite hear it, can't quite wrap his mind around what's being said. No one ever seems to make out the words; at least not fully. As if there's a barricade between them and “the voice”. A veil yet to be ripped away to reveal the person underneath. A blockade made to infuriate them and taunt their attempts.

“How many do you think he has?”

A small silence follows the initial voice, as if waiting for a response, then followed with a giggle. A response unheard to his ears, to anyone’s ears. The others tense, hearing "the voice", but no one comments on it at the moment. They had a mission to get to. But they all knew they needed to do something when they got back.

“They probably do smell. They’re out there hiding in grass, getting bloody and sweaty, sometimes deployed for a month, so they definitely stink.”

And yet nothing came of that either. The only thing that changed is that they were all aware of this voice that seemed to follow them. That only their taskforce ever seemed to hear or acknowledge it. That "the voice" came from everywhere and nowhere all at once, sounding as if it was being broadcasted directly to their brains. No trace of this thing only they could perceive, and they started coming to conclusions that were less than rational; because rational thought hadn’t gotten them anywhere thus far. Gaz suggested it might’ve been a ghost, to which Price corrected that it must be a demon rather than a ghost, Soap suggested it was some weird matrix shit, then Laswell tried to convince everyone it was some weird shared delusion. They couldn’t settle on any theories. Ghost didn’t need an explanation. Or at least, he tried convincing himself that, tried telling himself he just needed this thing gone.

These abrupt drop-ins by “the voice” went on for a long while. Something they regrettably got used to. Something they let fester and become a part of them, even if they didn't know it. “That voice” ingrained into their brains, the elated giggles, the annoyed groans, the triumphant cheers, the frequent queries, answers to questions they never heard, stupid comments, everything in-between... 

Ghost didn't notice at first. Time went on, the Task Force's missions increasing after they bombed General Ghorbrani during an arms deal Ghost intercepted. Things were escalating into a silent war the general populace wouldn’t notice, and likely never know about, kept quiet and under wraps to keep the waters calm. The voice lingering on every damn mission, somehow with all of them at once even if they were in different corners of the globe. 

Then he had a wave of realization wash over him.

It was an easy mission compared to the previous few. An easy in-and-out. Just him and Soap, watching a building from afar. Biding their time. He felt anxious, a long gone twitch in his fingers resurfacing as he felt his fingers become clammy beneath his gloves. 

He had to stay calm, stay cool. He was ‘Ghost’ right now, a walking dead-man without weakness. He was strong. This mission was easy. 

This was no time to be antsy. Patience, he reminded himself. It was just him coming down from the high of adrenaline of the previous missions, all fast paced and requiring frequent combat. That's what he tried to tell himself, when that bloody Scotsman casually began chattering over the radio.

Jokes, bad ones, yet jokes he shared an enthusiasm for with Soap nonetheless. Ghost could tell there was a slight edge to his voice as he spoke though, equally antsy. He may have been somewhat distant but he was perceptive. Picked up on behaviors in others. Read them and their emotions. It was necessary in his job, and he was sure Soap probably picked up on his nervousness as well, as he was smart, even if he sometimes seemed a little air-headed and brash at times.

"No laughs from 'that person' today?" Soap feigned offense. Then they both realized. They were anxious from the lack of that person. “The voice”. They obviously didn't know who it was or their name, but everyone on the force knew who was being referred to when someone said 'that person' or “the voice”.

 It felt laughable that they were startled by some incorporeal voice not being there. If anything, they should be grateful they were spared its presence. Yet they weren’t. Ghost laid in his bed that night, sleepless, a common occurrence for him. But tonight instead of the nightmares that played when he closed his eyes, he just… contemplated. Brooding.

It was a few nights later when he came to terms with it. He knew some things were wrong with him, hell, most soldiers had something wrong with them if they worked as long as he did. But, he found himself.. weirdly fine with it. It seemed some of his teammates felt the same way as he did, and others did not. Soap made jokes out of it, unafraid around other Task Force members to refer to “the voice”, sometimes speaking directly at it, most of the time not getting much in terms of responses. There was only really one time he could make out something from “the voice” in response to one of Soap’s direct words towards it.

“That line… didn't play last time I played this one.”

It was probably one of the only things he could make the full sentence out of, and it seems everyone else on the team heard it fairly clearly as well. “...‘That line?’” Price repeated, quizzical. Referring to it like a game. 

“Must… Must be an easter egg.” A nervous laugh followed. 

The next time he found himself on a mission with that strange feeling, as if he weren’t himself, as if something else willed his way… There was almost complete silence. Unusual, a first for that sinking feeling to be there without any noise. He noticed after the missions were over that only when he had that uncomfortable feeling was "the voice" responsive. 

“Not talkative today?” He asked, not really to anything in particular and not expecting any sort of response. He could almost intuitively tell whatever “the voice” was, was there. He was again alone for this mission and that probably was what gave him the confidence to actually speak to it. He wasn’t worried about anyone hearing him and sounding crazy. And the response? Well, it was hard to hear, almost inaudible to him, but he heard a small gasp, and a shaky breath afterwards. 

…That was probably the first time the weird feeling left his body mid-mission. As if it was the one unsettled when every time it appeared, he and his teammates felt out of control, a passenger in their own body, hazed and moving as if puppets. Hearing a voice that lacked a body, floating around and seemingly coming from nowhere. It had no echo, no substance or matter, as if the sound didn't vibrate through the air.

And it was a while before he, or anyone, heard that lovely— 

…“The voice” again. He was careful not to directly reference it. Them.

Ghost thought about it some more, and found himself talking to Gaz one night at the pub, Soap hammered, currently in the bathroom while Price tried to help him to get stable enough to get to the rented car so the four of them could return to base. “Maybe Soap wasn’t too far off with the Matrix idea.” Gaz idly swirled his cup, almost devoid of liquid and only really clinking the ice in it around. He wasn’t really talking to Ghost in particular, more-so rambling to the air and himself due to him being tipsy.

Ghost leaned back in the booth, his mask barely lifted enough to allow him to drink a bourbon he’d been nursing half the night. Didn’t want a hangover the next day, he’d already be in a bad mood since he had recruits to train and they were often stupid and infuriating. “Yeah? How so?” 

Gaz, who seemed to not really mean anything when he initially spoke, sat up straighter, more zoned in on the conversation upon seeing his Lieutenant had taken an interest in what he was saying. “I was thinking about some of the things I’ve heard, that the others have heard, and just… the reactions in general. And that feeling… I don’t know if you get it but—”

“Like you’re possessed.” He interjected, knowing what he meant. Gaz’s eyes widened slightly. While they all knew about “the voice”, it seems none of them knew that weird feeling was shared. The feeling of being possessed, watched, almost like they were prey, not highly experienced military men capable of defending themselves and others. He nodded and drank the rest of his bourbon, setting it down on the table and looking back to Gaz, tucking his mask back down over his face.

“It’s just like… Like they’re playing a game. Controlling us. The reactions… It's like when you complete an objective or something. And it’d explain the feeling, like we’re controlled. Plus with how they reacted to Soap that one time, I could see it.”

“See it? The hell you seein’?” He didn't want to believe his life was a game. But Gaz made some good points. Ghost… No, Simon didn't play many games. He’d played a few party games with his team during off-time, Price convincing them that Mario-Kart was in fact a good team-bonding activity and absolutely necessary. But his off time wasn’t usually spent playing games, it just wasn’t something he could relax enough to do, never able to get calm enough to focus solely on said game.

“Imagine you’re playing a game—”

“Hard to imagine.” He barks, slightly sorry at the tone, though he wouldn’t correct himself.

Gaz sighs and continues. “Okay, imagine that it's team bonding night, and we’re playing Mario Party. Imagine everyone having a good time, laughing, chatting, playing the game, when Mario turns directly to the screen and acknowledges you. Like, unprompted, never happened before when you’ve played the game hundreds of times before? You’d probably be a little freaked out if you knew it wasn't the type of game to do something like that.”

Price interrupts, Soap slung over his shoulder and motions for them to head out to the car after he pays for the tab. Once everyone is in the car, Gaz continues.

“It’s just, the shit they said made me think about it. ‘That line’, ‘last time I played this one’, hell, them directly talking about us talking to them as an ‘easter egg’ makes it seem pretty clear to me.” Price glanced over, raising a brow at Gaz, who was sitting in the front passenger as He drove. Ghost was unfortunately stuck with a very clingy Soap in the back seat. “It’s clear whatever they were referencing is similar to a game, one they’ve played before. “

“You talking about ‘that person’? ‘The voice’?” Price sighs, slightly exasperated at the topic. He wasn’t quite convinced about "the voice" being real. He was still slightly in denial, but his slight intoxication must’ve allowed him to continue listening to the topic, not shutting down Gaz’s line of thought quite yet.

“You see what I mean though? If you were playing a game and the character you were playing just randomly acknowledges you out of nowhere, suddenly fucking sentient, you’d probably be scared shitless, especially if they’re a normal civilian.” Price hums, and Ghost blinks slowly, taking the information in and moving away from partaking in the conversation. The reaction was pretty akin to the one from when he was alone and spoke to “the voice”.

“Who’d wanna play a game involving the shite we do? We’re a bunch of soldiers doing unsavory work, I doubt that’s entertaining.” Price shakes his head, gripping the wheel a little tighter, his knuckles slightly turning white before he relaxes his hand with a sigh.

“Maybe not to us since it’s real-life. But think about it like this, a ton of people watch horror movies or slasher films. It’s not that they enjoy watching people die or get scared, but it’s like… an adrenaline thing. And you know when ‘that person’ appears most? On missions.”

This time, nobody responded. Gaz didn’t bother continuing either, already having made his point clear. An uncomfortable air settled in the car, not even forgotten the next day, even Soap somehow was capable of remembering the conversation despite the fact his head was reeling and his stomach turning in the backseat of the car.

This time they had settled on a theory.

[simonsdoll]

⛓️POSSESSION⛓️

PART: SIX

WARNING:angst,possessive/obsessive behavior, jealously,stalking and kidnapping

DISCLAIMER: NSFW CONTENT AND MDNI

PAIRING: Yandere Ghost x fem!reader

A/N: I want to make this very clear that I do not condone this behavior. This is written for military fem!reader. The yandere behavior will gradually get more intense so please be aware. Again please be aware that this is a touchy subject. Hope you enjoy!❤️

10:23 am

That morning you woke up with a headache and everything around you looked blurry and didn’t seem to hear the heavy knocking at your door and faint talking. You looked at the alarm clock which took you a little too long to see clearly. Your eyes widened and you rubbed your eyes to make sure it was really that late. The banging was getting louder by the second and you recognized the gruff voice behind the door and it was Price. You quickly lifted the covers trying not to tumble over them and you opened the door. You already knew what you were to expect once you opened the door. As you opened the door, Price was asking question after question and it only sounded faint and you rubbed your temple by how loud Price was shouting and yelling at you for being lazy and forgetting about your work.

He took notice of your unusual and incomprehensive state to which he stopped arguing and quickly held you and took you to the medics office for evaluation. Once there, Price was pacing back and forth wondering why all of a sudden you got sick when you were perfectly fine the previous day. The medics took a look at you and eventually let Price know that you consumed something that did you bad but that you were perfectly fine. Price kept looking at you and came to terms that you would be by his side for a while just to keep an eye on you. He walked you to your room and waited till you changed so you both could get yalls day started.

Ghost was in the training room boxing vigorously trying to get rid of the electric and exhilarating joy out of his system. As he kept punching with such force he got exhausted and hugged the punching bag. Heavy panting and sweat fell down his face and a devilish smile came upon just from getting flash backs from last night. Wondering if you got scolded by Price for waking up so late and not remembering your duties. He just chuckles knowing he had you all to himself that night and he wishes you were actually responsive so you could see and hear all the things he wishes to do and say to you if you just took a chance to give him what he wants. How you had him a blushing and shy mess with just the touch of your fingers. How that kiss he gave you felt so real even though you weren’t awake to feel and know how soft your lips were when he held your face so gently trying to savor and remember the touch and warmth of your skin.

Ghost thought to himself that last night would always be a night to remember and no longer a dream. It was the first time you both held hands…the night he got to confess his feelings to you…and the night you both shared your first kiss. He was the only person who would even be allowed to do those things he thought to himself and if anyone tried to come in between y’all he would do the indescribable and the most inhumane things he could think of to them. You were his everything. No one deserved you. You were made for him and he was sure you liked him back from the compliments you gave him to the friendly innocent smiles you would give him when he would compliment you or say something funny just to see you smile for him. In his mind, no one would be capable of protecting such a beautiful soul like yours and no one deserves your attention nor compliments. “All I want is you. All I’ve ever wanted was you.”

To small debriefs and being stuck in Price’s smoke filled office, he gave you a small pep talk about staying focused and staying on top of your duties and he finally let you go since he saw your headache went away and you were back to normal. You made your way to the mess hall because Price didn’t let you eat until you were ok first. You grabbed lunch and made your way to a nearby table and sat down enjoying your free time. Ghost was looking for you and was wondering if you were back to a normal state after drinking what he gave you last night. He peeked through the metal doors and he found you all alone sitting down enjoying your lunch. He looked to his sides to make sure no one was near to disturb y’all and so he walked inside and he sat down infront of you.

You welcomed Ghost with a smile and Ghost couldn’t keep his composure while smiling under the mask to see how happy you were to see him. You were so clueless and he couldn’t stop himself from getting flashbacks from last night just looking at those same lips he kissed so gently and softly. Those hands holding the fork were so the same ones he interlaced his fingers with and wished to keep them like that forever. After making some small chit chat with Ghost he brought up that he didn’t see you all day and he asked you where you’ve been.

You were explaining to him how last night you strangely felt really sleepy and that you woke up super late because of it and was woken up to Price’s shouting. That you had to be babysitted by Price all day because you weren’t feeling good. Under the mask Ghost was smirking and feeling so much pity for you when he knows deep down it was all him who caused this. His hypocrite self recommended you get more sleep or to just relax more because he doesn’t want you sleeping on the job. You take his words of advice the best you can and just resume eating. He wouldn’t want you being scolded by Price but if it meant having some alone time with you while your unconscious for hours, he would do it over and over again until you finally come to terms that he loves you and that he would do anything for you because you belong to him and he would go to the extremities of killing anyone for you. To protect you. “I love you so much, you have no idea to what limits I’d go to prove that to you.”

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[kit-williams]

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[yandere-arts]

RULES/MASTERLIST

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Hello there! I'm yandere-arts and I write my interpretations of characters as yanderes! The fandoms I write for at the moment are COD MW2 and Hetalia (see masterlists below.) I'm open for requests right now, so send 'em in -- but make sure you read my rules first:

I will write for 4 characters MAX at a time in one request, but you may send in more than one. (This may change for Hetalia groups.)

PLEASE specify what gender reader you'd like (I write for gender neutral, male, and female.) Same goes for whether it should be a platonic or romantic relationship.

I don't do character x character, so those requests will be ignored and deleted.

Respect which characters I write for. If a character you want isn't on the list, I don't write for them and won't write your request!

I don't do NSFW/pedo asks, and they will be ignored and deleted.

I have a life -- please be patient with getting your requests! I will try my best and work my fastest to get them out to you, though! 💕

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TF141:

✧ "Ghost" ▬ Simon Riley

✧ "Gaz" ▬ Kyle Garrick

✧ "Soap" ▬ John MacTavish

✧ "Price" ▬ John Price

Los Vaqueros:

✧ Alejandro Vargas

✧ "Rudy" ▬ Rodolfo Parra

Shadow Company:

✧ "Graves" ▬ Phillip Graves

KorTac:

✧ "König" ▬ König (no last name???)

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[yandere-kokeshi]

Saw an idea from @frogchiro and decided to write some feral content. Send her some love ❤

TW: yandere, monster fucking, werewolves, some crack/funny thoughts, talks about pregnancy/having pups (still gender-neutral), and knotting stuff.

Imagine TF-141 being yandere werewolf hybrids, falling for you all at once, each sharing their own yandere traits; which, causes all of them to be wherever you are. The need to scent you. Need you to be beside them at all times. And soon bring you home as theirs.

And now, you're their mate, sharing is needed — pack mates practically share everything, no?

Out of the four, Soap and Gaz are the absolute worst — they're feral, energized through the roof, and has to follow you around constantly; nudging into your crotch as they need to smell you. Smell your addictive scent that makes them all types of crazy, causing them to start nipping at your poor skin, growling at each other as the need for breeding comes along.

They both love to yap and bark at you, gently grasping your hand to guide you back to your bed (aka nest) so they can cuddle you (or stuff you full of their knot, their fluffy fur likely suffocating you.)

Though, you are often saved by Simon, and Price, whom are the biggest. They growl at them to watch it and gently bite their ears on scolding, snarling at them of needing to be more careful, and to not hurt you. You're their perfect mate!

Of course, Soap and Gaz make it up with sloppy kisses. And how can you not forgive them? Their obvious doggy eyes working perfectly.

Simon and Price are more so on the chiller side. Watching from afar, and demand cuddles that end up with their heads laying on your lap, the thumping of their tails on the chewed-up couch shows their appreciation when you finally decide to pay them attention.

But don't think they don't get possessive – because they do. More often or not, the hickeys and knots come from them. Though, they're regularly the nicest, rarely one to hurt you, and more aware of their size.

But, their breeding cycles are the fucking worse. Soap and Gaz are naturally horny, biting at your form as their tongue hangs out, but Simon and Price are a menace when in heat. Being more vocal, possessive, and often nipping at your ankles to not stray too far.

Regularly dragging you by the scruff of your clothes where the two of you can mate, spending their heat in peace. Making sure that you can see Price flexing his burly muscles, wanting you to admire their wagging fluffy tails, and showing off how thick, glossy Simon's fur is, and how both of them. All of them, really, can provide you with pleasant things, including a healthy litter of pups.

Despite them being pack mates, all of them are fighting on a regular basis — they all want to be the first one to breed, knot, and have you carry their pups.

When in their full werewolf forms, soap is more prone to chasing butterflies, and bringing you back half-alive birds, barking at you for his proud hunt – his mouth and chest covered in deepening blood.

Though, Gaz, and Price, actually bring actual gifts that are thoughtful — plopping full landscape roses in front of you, the roots still connected to the plant as their tail wag violently as they wait for your praise.

Simon, on the other hand, brings actual food. Like… steals a whole ass barbecued-chicken from someone's backyard, and nudges it closer to you as it's still warm.

Stares at you to eat it, his hazel eyes demanding for you to take it, but immediately snaps at Johnny, who only cackles back. He tries so hard to steal the items every time Simon gifts you something (he just wants a bite out of your food — sharing means caring!).

Everywhere on your body is marked by them, the harsh-but-yet healed maw-marked implanted into your skin. Their marks are typically licked, and kissed on by them.

Bring me some more ideas, please!! I fucking love these men who are feral for you — especially as werewolves 🤭

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[the-faceless-bride]

🦋🪷 𝓝ƴന𝚙𝒉𝟶ᥨ𝟶ဌƴ 💧🍃

Warnings? None really, just monster reader and descriptions of near-death, and allusions to capitalism.

Characters? Ghost, Price, Gaz, and Soap

Fic type? Head canons!

Summary? Headcanons of how 141 found Monster reader, took them home, and now live with them.

A/n: I will be making a full fic of how Reader was found and stuff but until... Headcanons! Also, @sunshine-and-moonshine was the inspo for this.

🧚‍♀️Monster Type?🧚‍♀️

Reader is a Nymph! A Nymph of the air specifically. the powers to control the wind, blend into the clouds and very close to the stars.

Your hair seems to float gracefully as if you have a fan that perfectly blows your hair at all times, your eyes glow an unusually beautiful color, your body seems a bit pale than a normal human would be, and your hands and feet while visible seem to be just slightly see-through the outline of your bones visible, same for you ribcage.

To some you'd be terrifying but to them... You're the most beautiful thing they had ever seen...

🦋 How you meet? 🦋

The boys crashed onto an island in the middle of nowhere, with little rations and no way back home. They tried everything they could to get an S. O. S. But the area they were in didn't have any planes going over it. And after a month or so when the rations were getting low, their sanity started deteriorating being consumed by hunger and thirst. So much so that everyone was starting to eye each other is a dark horrid hunger...

You had been observing for quite some time. You hadn't run into humans in your time of existence. So watching them was very interesting and peaked your curious nature. You wanted to keep them around, unfortunately, it took you a while to figure out why after a month your humans started behaving strangely. You forget that living things need things to survive like food... And water... You didn't want them to die... Or resort to eating each other to survive. You wanted to keep them! Even if you only really needed one.

One by one you visited them, in the darkness of night. Floating to them curling yourself into their side using the air around you, turning it from vapor to water holding your cupped hand to their mouth the other holding their heads. Kissing their faces and necks. Such strange and yet adorable creatures.

🪷 Life with Nymph Reader 🪷

For a while, they were content being here with you. Being given fresh water and you bringing them juicy fruit and fresh meat any time you could. But eventually, they got homesick. And while you wanted to be selfish and keep them here all to yourself. You didn't like seeing your humans so... Sad.

At first, you were sad they wanted to go... But one night Kyle had an amazing idea, you should just come home with them! You were excited about the idea! You haven't been around humans before so traveling where humans would be everywhere would be an interesting learning experience!

Helped build a raft of logs, fallen branches, and thick vines. Just big enough for your humans to sit on. Then you turned into air only your hands visible as you begin to push the raft fast enough to get to the mainland without tearing the raft to pieces.

Getting to the mainland you had to completely shield yourself. And while you had your fun when they were being asked about their survival and interrogated you ran invisible fingers through their hair, kissed along their necks, whispered sweet nothings into their ears. You didn't like being ignored for long periods.

You however weren't the only one who got jealous. Even though you can't be seen by others, the boys still get quite jealous. They also couldn't see you before, you just found them charming and desired to show yourself to them. They are paranoid that you'll find another just as charming and lose interest. But you treasure them and make sure to show them just how much you care for them and no other humans would ever replace them.

Eventually, they all end up living together. Mostly because they couldn't keep it civil and always ended up arguing about whose turn it was to have you for the week. Every night you go from room to room laying with them for a few hours, kissing them, loving them, touching them, fucking them... They love life.

They love you a lot and would gladly go through the tournament they did on that island for a month if it meant meeting you all over again.

[obsessivelullabies]

⎯ yandere john price.

pairing : john price x fem!reader.

tags : fluff, yandere behavior, yandere headcanons, john price x reader, captain price x reader.

warnings : yandere behavior, stalking, oral sex at the end (fem receiving).

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⎯⎯ you met captain john price in a very casual setting. perhaps it was at a bookstore or a cafe. no matter where, you were immediately charmed by him and his honest, adorable smile. you exchanged contact information.

⎯⎯ like the gentleman he was, he offered to take you out on a date. you obviously agreed, what wasn't to like? he was mature, gruff and seemed very intelligent. he was just your type.

⎯⎯ your date went amazingly, he opened doors for you, pulled out your chair for you and was so caring, it made you want to squeal. however, you discovered he was in the military, which you had your reserves about. you decided it was worth it to see what would happen.

⎯⎯ you two had more dates, until you finally made it official. he took such good care of you. he would come to your apartment and made you a romantic dinner, massage your shoulders after a long day and adhere to your every want.

when you opened the door to your apartment, your eyes lit up. a pleasant aroma wafted in the air. your apartment was cleaned properly, and the table was set with your favorite meal. you immediately noticed your boyfriend in the kitchen, he grinned his familiar smile at you.

he approached you, taking off the apron he was wearing. he gave you a sweet kiss and wrapped his toned arms around you. he kissed your forehead, "missed you, baby." was all he murmured.

"i missed you too, bear!" you giggled, nuzzling into his firm chest.

john ushered you to sit down at the table, where he had prepared your favorite meal.

the two of you chatted all throughout dinner, he asked about your day, told you about his and any other topic that came to mind. something you loved about john was how good of a listener he was.

⎯⎯ john's first deployment since you began dating was rough. he ached for your touch, to hear your sweet voice soothing him, to be able to pamper and kiss you. phone calls whenever he wasn't busy were scarce. this is when john realized how much he needed you.

⎯⎯ when john came back, something was different about him. he was still an amazing boyfriend, yet he was much more needy and.. possessive? you had no clue where the energy had come from.

it had been a long shift at your work, you were exhausted. thankfully, john was going to pick you up and bring you home.

in an act of good faith, one of your male coworkers offered to walk you out to your boyfriends car, due to how late it was into the night and how dangerous it could potentially be.

and that's exactly what he did, simply walk you out to john's car. long story short, john did not like this. your boyfriend stood outside his car, waiting to open the door for you. he noticed your male coworker and was pissed. he flatly told your coworker, "my girlfriend doesn't need you to watch her", and scared him.

once you sat down in the car, john immediately spoke up. "what was that?" he practically hissed.

"he was just walking me out to the car cause it's so late.." you mumbled nervously, not liking his tone. you avoided his gaze.

john reached over to you, grabbing your chin and turning your head to face him. "you don't need another man to protect you. i'm the only man you'll need." he stated confidently. "understood?"

"understood.." you nod, your face flushing.

he gently stroked your cheek, "good.. you're my precious girl, i won't ever let someone hurt you.." he leaned over and gave you a soft kiss.

you smiled at his words, any anxiety you had before vanishing. john was so sweet.

⎯⎯ a few more months into your relationship, johns infatuation for you only grew. after a particularly long deployment, john needed to constantly be by your side. he pressured you to move into his house, rambling about how he needed to keep you safe.

⎯⎯ a week after pitching the idea that you moved in with him, whether you wanted to or not, you now lived with him. he helped you pack all your things from your apartment and sort them into his home. he was so happy to have you with him, yet he had other ideas for what he wanted out of you.

⎯⎯ after a month of living with him, john began to pressure you to quit your job. he reassured you that he would take care of you. you could depend on him. he wanted you to depend on him. he eventually wore you do.

⎯⎯ this isn't where he stopped. over time, he made sure you spent more and more of your time with him. he was so clingy. john only ever wanted you to be around him. he constantly needed to know where you were, who you were with, what you were doing.

⎯⎯ john was so obsessed with you. you were the most important thing in his life. whenever he was deployed, you were all he thought about. he wanted pictures of you every day. photos of your face, of your body, your outfits, he wanted every little update about you.

at the moment, you were bent over your shared bed with johns face shoved between your thighs. his tongue rapidly darting between your folds, hitting every spot that made you squirm and cry out.

he sloppily devoured your cunt, licking and sucking your clit. every so often, he'd pull away to place sweet kisses on your thighs and folds. "this pretty little cunt.." he cooed, peppering your thighs with kisses. "all mine.."

you mewled pathetically into the bedsheets as he ravished you. his hands gripped your hips, forcing you to stay in place despite your squirming.

as you came on his tongue, you felt waves of pleasure surge through you, your moans and cries filling the bedroom. he rode out your orgasm, overstimulating your fragile state.

in the aftermath of his teasing, he had you scooped in his arms as he murmured praises into your ear, praising your beautiful body, telling you how much he loves you.

"you'll always be mine," he purred, "my perfect little angel." he placed a kiss atop your head.

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authors note: i don't know how i feel about this, it's mostly unedited. i apologize for any grammar/spelling mistakes!

[konigsblog]

Reader in the basement with ghost, soap, and gaz looking up at price with big, wet, teary eyes asking why he’s being so mean to them. And she’s sniffling slightly and she’s only asking cus she’s soooooo lonely and wants price to hold her in his big strong arms :( and maybe she had a small crush on him before this so it’s like ten times worse. And she wants everyone to stop being mean to eachother :((

// dub-con ...

god, it's so unfair how he treats you; punishing you. fucking deep into your swollen cunt while you cry for him to gentle, your boys chained to the wall, restrained and bound with chains and handcuffs, watching as their captain fucks you animalistically and ruthlessly before being ordered to overstimulate you!! tears staining your cheeks and leaving them raw, puffy lips and a runny nose while he degrades you, sobbing even harder when simon and soap suck at your clit, eating you out and licking around john's girth. :((

and gaz, sucking harshly on price's heavy, full balls, being humilated and degraded by price, left breathless and full of thick cum, the boys rushing to your side after being thrown onto the floor, trying to help you and ease your pain :( they feel so bad!! you're all overwhelmed and dizzy, panting while johnny cries into your side and rubs soothing circles on your hips, simon cups your jaw and apologies profusely for making you feel so overstimulated, gaz playing with your hair and wiping away any stray tears :(

you just want to cuddle with all of them and forget about price, as if he never existed. feeling guilty whenever you're begging him to fuck your pussy -- cockdrunk and wet while you spread your legs and present your raw cunt to him !!!

[diejager]

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[Task Force 141]

Sparrow masterlist | f,r Pairing: TF141 x fem!vampire!reader

Your call sign, Sparrow, make people underestimate you a lot, a small and quiet bird for a TF of beasts, but that’s where people make their first mistake when you’re the one to strike first.

Contacts | r,f Pairing: Monster 141 x reader

Apparently you wear contacts.

Turned | r Pairing: Monster 141 x monster!reader

Under the strong odour of rain and betrayal, they lost you and Alejandro to Graves’ Shadows. However, unlike Alejandro, Graves had darker plans than isolation.

Guess Who* | f Pairing: Poly TF141 x fem!reader

Soap doomed you when he asked if you’d know them from just their cock.

Chimaera | r Pairing: monster 141 x chimera!reader

Price wonders what they were sent to save.

Mistletoe | r,f Pairing: Poly TF141 x reader

All you want for Christmas in them

Affair* | r,f Pairing: TF141 x fem!reader

Your husband’s friend only wanted to help you.

Rest | r,a,f Turned: meet Graves | r Shots | f,r Burn* | r,d Parosmia | r,f Unsusual Attraction | r,f [Omegaverse] + dynamic

[KorTac/Task Force 141]

Only Human(*) | f Pairing: Monster 141 + König & Horangi x reader

God - Laswell - blessed you with a strong, capable monsters.

Crow | f? Pairing: Monster 141 + König & Horangi x monster!reader

You’re normal, human-like and unassuming, but you sometimes seem inhuman. What are you?

OnlyFans* | f Pairing: cod men x fem!sex worker!reader

It was a stroke of luck that Soap found something so sweet and addictive as you, a little angel dressed in black lace and the prettiest pout with glossy lips.

Hybrid AUs* | d,r Pairing: various x hybrid!reader

Many | r Pairing: platonic monster 141 + König & Horangi x monster!reader

They know you’re a monster, there are many clues, but they didn’t know what you were.

Pyramid Head!reader | r,f Pairing: monster 141 + König & Horangi x male?reader

You were something else, built with corded muscles and broad shoulders, a rusted pyramid for a head and a heavy sword in hand.

Self-Harm scars | r,a? [TF141 + König]

[Various]

Eau De Vie | f,r Pairing: cod men x fem!reader

You’re appointed as the only judge to a whiskey competition.