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oceantornadoo · 2 months ago

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ch12 something borrowed something blue (mafia!price x simon's sister!reader)

tw: shepherd gets tortured. reader has ptsd. violence and gore. everyone's a little feral.

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“John.” You breathe.

He’s there at the top of the stairwell, haloed by light like an avenging angel. Before you can reach out, someone yanks you backward.

You fall back in a tangle of limbs, you and Shepherd hurtling down the wooden stairs. The proximity disgusts you more than the hurt of falling as you try valiantly to push him off. He’s got a vice-like grip on your arms, holding you from the back when you settle at the bottom of the stairs. What he doesn’t expect is your bite, sinking your teeth into the hand closest to your mouth. Shepherd releases you only slightly but it’s enough for you to land a kick to his shin and crawl away.

You’re almost free when you feel his hand on your ankle. He’s like a parasite you can’t shake. You gather your strength to turn as his nails dig in, but you feel them release with a sharp crack. It’s John.

He stepped on Shepherd’s elbow with his heel, and you’re pretty sure it’s broken by the way the General lays on the floor in shock. John’s better than those instincts though, grabbing the man by the collar and throwing him far away from you. It’s a flurry of activity after that. Flashes of Simon cradling your face, Gaz checking you for wounds, John securing Shepherd. When you finally process that you’re safe, you wiggle out of Simon’s arms to find John. He’s standing over Shepherd with a gun in hand. The villain himself is tied down to the chair you were kept in. Each leg is tied to a leg of the chair, and his arms tied to the arms of it as well. There’s rope in his mouth, gagging him from spewing more violence.

“John.” He doesn’t turn to you, eyes on your kidnapper. “You okay?” He murmurs out of the corner of his mouth. You nod, then whisper a small ‘yes’ when you realize John can’t see you. “He hurt you?” You take stock of your injuries. A bruise tailbone and hips from where you were tugged down the stairs. Your arms ache from thrashing against your restraints. “Yes.” You whisper. There’s a sound of metal on metal, and the gun in his hand is replaced by a switchblade. On a closer look, you realize it’s not John’s but Simon’s. When you turn back to your brother, all he does is nod, no regret on his face.

“Got some question f’ ya ‘fore ya die, Shepherd.” Shepherd tries to spit at John, but the gag stops him. “Who’s the rat?” Shepherd stays silent, eyes glaring. “When I pull down this rope, all y’r sayin’ is a name. You’ll pay f’r anythin’ else.” John tugs the gag down, away from the man’s teeth. Shepherd sucks in a breath, then spits near John’s shoe. “Fuck you and your bastard. Bet she’s loose like a slut anyway.”

John starts with Shepherd’s fingers, the ones that pulled you down the stairs. The switchblade is sharp but small, so it takes a minute for Shepherd’s left ring finger to separate from his hand. You watch with detached interest as he bucks against the confines of his own rope, legs kicking out violently. Gaz walks behind the chair to hold it down, his muscles flexing with effort. Finally, John cuts the finger off. Shepherd wails behind the gag, but you flinch only when the tip of his finger rolls towards you on the carpet. Before it can reach you, John kicks it away and repeats the process with Shepherd’s right finger. The man is starting to pale, white and ashy with blood loss. You don’t care.

“Next question. Where are my weapons?” Shepherd shakes his head, but you can’t tell if it’s from shock or a refusal to answer. “Last chance, General.” John rips down the gag again. “You’ll never find ‘em. Every day you’ll wake up thinking this will be-” John pulls the gag back up, cutting him off. “Christ, he’s a piece of work.” Gaz mutters from behind you.

“He called ya a bastard and a slut, tha’ righ’?” You can practically hear Simon flinch at John’s words. “And a brat.” You answer. John nods to Gaz, who tears the gag off of Shepherd. “You’re gonna fuckin’ pay for this, John Price. My men are loyal, they’ll avenge-” Avenge what, you’re not exactly sure, as a gloved hand grabs Shepherd’s tongue. It’s Simon’s. His grip is sure, securing Shepherd’s slimy mouth even as he moves his head from right to left. It quickly stops when John pierces the middle with his knife, enough to go all the way through. You inch closer to watch, wrapping your hands around your waist as you watch the torture continue. John rips the knife to one end, the metal slicing easily through muscle. He comes back to finish the job on the other side, Simon taking the tongue as a souvenir. Shepherd tries to talk, but both the blood and lack of tongue limit his speech.

“Anythin’ else, sweetheart?” You think back to your body. Of how it felt to be knocked out for who knows how long, waking up in an unfamiliar location and not knowing who transported you there. Of wearing clothes that weren’t yours. “His dick.” You murmur. John might be smiling, it’s hard to tell underneath the shadows of the room and his beard. Simon unzips Shepherd’s pants, yanking them down forcefully so the friction burns. “You goin’ t’ watch, baby?” John asks. You nod. It’s the first step of healing, you think, in some fucked up way. John doesn’t care to wipe the blood off the knife, sliding it down Shepherd's cheekbone in a violent caress. “Because my wife is watchin’, I’ll make this quick. You can thank ‘er f’r that mercy when you’re rottin’ in hell.” John slices Shepherd’s flaccid dick off easily, making sure the only time you see it is once it’s detached. Blood is everywhere now, matching the blood red carpet. A part of you muses that there will be no need to clean.

“We good?” It’s the first time John has really looked at you, turning his body all the way. Your avenging angel with dark circles under his eyes and another man’s blood on his hands. You nod eagerly, wanting to go home.

When John slices Shepherd's throat, it’s like cutting through butter. A release.

John wraps you in his arms when the tears you’ve been holding in finally fall. Your legs around his waist, your face in the crook of your neck. Neither of you care about the blood on his body. “I’m sorry.” It’s like both of you say it, words meshing with tears. He maneuvers you to a nearby couch, some piece of furniture you hadn’t noticed in the corner. All of the movement in the background washes over you: the men moving the body, Gaz asking about Phil, footsteps up the stairs. You want to tell John that you’re crying because of the past few days and not because of his actions right now, but the words get caught in your throat. John tucks his own head into the crook of your neck at what must be an uncomfortable angle. He’s crying too, soaking through the shirt you’re wearing without your consent. The realization jolts you: there’s a t-shirt and pair of joggers on your body that you did not put on.

He feels the switch instantly. John pulls back, red eyes matching yours, concern etched into his forehead. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?” You pull at the fabric, hiccupping before answering. “They- they changed me when I was knocked out. I don’t know who…” You trail off, caught in a nightmare. John barks an order at Simon, and your brother takes it, hustling up the stairs like his life depends on it. It would make you laugh if you weren’t so raw, the realities of the past days hitting you. Rough thumbs brush the soft skin under your eyes, capturing tears you didn’t even know were falling. It just makes you cry harder.

Simon appears holding a sweatshirt and sweatpants out, all black. “Here, love.” It’s directed towards you but John takes them instead, thanking your brother in low tones. Everyone in the room leaves, closing the door at the top for some privacy.

“You want my help?” You nod. John pulls you off his lap and into a standing position. Your body is shutting down and he knows, those blue eyes of his all seeing. He peels off the shirt and exhales a breath when he sees they kept you in your bra. “Up we go, baby.” He helps you raise your arms into the sleeves, tugging the sweatshirt down. His hands feel safer than your own because you know he’d stop if you asked. You don’t know what your own hands would do. He tugs down the old pants, stiffening when he sees your underwear. “Did they…?” He asks firmly. You shake your head no. “Phil kept making me drink water without a bathroom.” John nods, sliding down the underwear and pulling up the new sweatpants so fast that you don’t even feel exposed. “My brave girl.” He kisses your forehead and it’s the end of everything.

Exhaustion hits you like a train. You can finally relax, having been in survival mode for the past two days. When John gathers you in his lap again, you fall into a dreamless sleep.

“Simon.” John grunts. He’s holding your sleeping body in his arms at the top of the stairs, letting Simon know to open the door. It creaks open and you whimper at the sound, burrowing yourself further into him. The ground floor of the church is bright, sun streaming through the broken windows like a holy trick. Shepherd picked an abandoned church near the library John gifted you. It scares him to think about how much information Phil fed him, how much information you gave freely in the name of what you thought was friendship. Guilt is sickly sweet in his heart, candycoated with relief that he found you. That he kept his promise to keep you.

“She’s dead asleep.” John whispers. They don’t acknowledge that this is the first time he’s called Simon by his name, or that Simon even let him. They’re true brother’s-in-law now, bound to their duty to you. He doesn’t think about what would have happened if they hadn’t trusted each other. “You takin’ her t’ the library?” John doesn’t ask how Simon knows about it, only shaking his head. “Could be compromised. ‘M takin’ her home.” Home. Manchester no longer.

“Gaz.” He appears in an instant. “Sir?” Gaz’s eyes flick to your body wrapped around John, filled with concern. “I want everyone out of the Castle except the guards. Don’t care where you put ‘em. Johnny found the rat yet?” Gaz shakes his head frustratedly. “Not for lack of trying, sir.” Before John can respond, Simon pipes up. “Let me at ‘em.” John nods his affirmation and starts moving to the car. Before he gets all the way back, he turns to face Gaz and Simon, conferring like they’re always been on the same team. “No survivors. Shepherd's or rats.” They nod without question.

It’s a worrisome ride home. John checks your pulse twice, just to make sure this isn’t a trick. There’s blood on your cheeks, in the roots of your hair, on your fingers. It’s all Shepherd’s, but when John squints, it looks like yours. Like this was all a dream and he’s going to wake up to Gaz telling him they found your corpse. John Price does not deserve to have his wife in his arms. He’s spilled too much blood, split up families and killed men while staring into their eyes. You deserve so much more than a man who tortured your kidnapper in front of you.

You let out a soft moan, waking in his arms. “John?” You whisper, afraid. He tightens his grip on you, stroking your soft cheeks until your eyes flutter open. “‘S me, baby.” You give him a smile, easy and big like you’re drunk. “I thought this was a dream.” He kisses your forehead. “I did too. Back t’ sleep now.” You comply, closing your eyes and nuzzling into him sweetly. He vows to never let you out of his sight again.

When you wake, it’s to an unfamiliar ceiling and the night sky bleeding through the window to paint the walls. You jolt, panting as you sit up. “Hey, hey, you’re okay, sweetheart. You’re home.” When you blink a few times, you realize you’re in the Castle’s sitting room, lying prone on a couch. John’s in front of you, showered and clean, sitting on a footrest near you. He has his hands out like he’s calming a horse and you want to laugh at the absurdity, but he might think you’re crazy. Instead, you nod, turning your gaze to your hands. They’re clean but feel dirty, like they were wiped down instead of scrubbed. “Why am I here?” You ask. “Didn’t want t’ wake ya or bring blood into our bedroom. Wanted to make sure I undressed ya with y’r permission.” You nod, biting your lip. He’s so goddamn sweet, even after mutilating a man in front of you. The urge to shower shakes through your core, leaving your body shuddering.

“I need to- need to get clean.” You’re already taking unsteady steps off the couch and towards the bedroom. John puts his hand on your back and you don’t see it until you feel it. You flinch at the contact and your heart clenches as his hand drops. “I’m sorry. I just didn’t expect that.” He nods, eyes filled with understanding. “Why don’t ya drop y’r clothes in the hamper an’ put it outside the bathroom. I’ll heat some food up f’ ya.” Your stomach grumbles in response. “Thanks, John.” He flinches. It’s minute but there. You both watch it happen, eyes catching each other. “Didn’t think I’d ever hear that again.” Tears well in your eyes but you blink them back resolutely. “Get me some food, John.” He nods at the order, walking backwards to the door until the last possible second where he has to turn. When he’s gone, there’s a hole in your chest.

You follow his instructions, leaving the bloody clothes in a hamper outside the door. You’re in the shower for an hour. Exfoliate, scrub, repeat. Your fingers are pruney and your skin is raw but it doesn’t feel like enough. You can still feel the piss running down your leg, the hands grabbing your skin, the needle in your arm. You’re about to scrub again but your stomach rumbles. Finally, you turn off the water, running through the rest of your routine and grabbing a robe to keep you warm. When you open the door, John’s standing in front of it like he was listening the whole time. “When you turned off the water an’ got quiet, I almost knocked down the door.” You’re starting to realize he’s been affected by this too.

Instead of responding, you press your forehead into his sternum. He pulls you in closer by the back of your neck, threading his fingers through your wet hair. That’s the only two points of contact, your arms dangling at your sides. It’s proof of life: he’s here, warm and alive. You’re no longer in a chair, being questioned or fed water. Tears soak his shirt a little and he only pulls away when you start sniffling. “Let’s get some food in ya.”

There’s a small table by the window that you use sometime when you’re reading. Tonight, John sits on one side and watches you spoon liquid into your mouth. “Water?” He nudges the cup towards you. You shake your head. The thought of water disgusts you, memories of Phil’s grimy hands wrenching your mouth open. John just nods, brushing his knuckle over your cheek before pulling back.

When you’re full and sleepy, another creeping feeling overtakes your skin. You’re in your robe and you need to change into pajamas, but John is there. Something you’d never think twice about is suddenly the only thought in your head. When you turn back to him, clutching a t-shirt to your chest with wet eyes, he just gets you and it breaks your heart a little. “Goin’ to check with the night guards. I’ll be back soon, sweetheart.” You change quickly, feeling exposed even in the safety of your own room. The shorts you’re wearing feel indecent, so you shuffle under the covers before you can overthink them.

John knocks before entering. He’s carrying a pillow and blanket, which makes you sit up in confusion. “You ok-” “What are you holding?” He looks down at his hands like he expected the items to suddenly change shape. “Thought I’d sleep in the spare room downstairs, give you some space.” There’s a weight in your throat, too big to swallow. “Stay. I can’t- can’t sleep alone, John. Not after-” He doesn’t let you finish in favor of smothering you in a hug. You’re too dehydrated to cry, simply sniffling into the crook of his neck. He’s on his knees on the floor of the room, propping you up.

“I hate this.” You murmur. He squeezes your waist. “It’ll get better, baby. We’ll figure it out.” You sigh, then pull yourself back. A burst of affection rolls through your veins, causing you to thread your fingers through his beard. “What if I’m never back to normal?” He shakes his head, his hands covering yours. “I’m this close t’ chipping ya, sweetheart. Think we got t’ make a new normal.” He kisses the palm of your hand, then gets up. “Lock the door?” You whisper as he makes his way around the door. He nods, locking it and testing the handle for your benefit. When he climbs into bed and turns off the light, you immediately slide into his arms.

“You kept your promise.”

“Can’t live without ya. You know that.”

The nightmares come in a sequence of your worst fears.

A gloved hand muffling your mouth with a rag, except this time John watches you get dragged away.

In an interrogation room, Simon watches from behind the window, eyes blinking slowly as he analyzes your answers.

Trekking to your father’s grave with Shepherd’s gun at your back. When you get there, your father stands half-rotted, a key in his hands.

Gaz and Johnny fight over you, but when you try to calm them, there’s a gag of rope in your mouth. You scream and no one can hear you.

Your mother is standing over your grave. You’re next to her but she can’t see you, no matter how you try to cling to her shoulders.

When you wake up screaming, John’s there, holding your face in his hands and telling you you’re going to be okay. All you can do is trust him.

this was lowkey hard to write. reader is a girl who will be ok.

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blingblong55 · 6 months ago

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internal thoughts-141

its a normal day on base, which is why reader decided to air out some thoughts

Ghost: *reading*

R/N: I think I'm gonna start carrying around a gun

Gaz: what? why?

R/N: so that way if I ever get kidnapped I can use it to immediately shoot myself now the kidnappers are being charged with kidnapping and murder

Soap: *nods* that's smart

R/N: what are they gonna tell the jury? that I just took out my own gun and shot myself in the head???

R/N: like anyone's gonna believe that *chuckles*

Gaz: I'm never taking my lunch break with you guys anymore :(

Price: I really wish I could retire *sighs heavily*

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7s3ven · 5 months ago

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Hear me out guys… retired soldiers now bodyguards! task force 141 x spoiled heiress! reader

( just an idea )

You’re like, a nutcase. Your father adores you but sometimes you can go out of control. Like for instance, the time you jumped off a cliff into the ocean below to impress a boy.

Yeah, your father wasn’t very impressed with your behaviour.

On top of your recklessness, your father has enemies who always seem to target you. You’re his obvious weakness and he can’t spend another moment of anxiously wondering if you’re okay while he’s working.

So, he hires the best bodyguards he can find. And they turn out to be retired soldiers from an elite unit known as Task Force 141. Perfect.

You don’t take kindly to being continuously followed by four large men who don’t even try to be subtle. It’s not like taking care of you is easy either. You’re a troublemaker, you always have been since your mother left you for another family (your reckless tendencies tend to stem from the fact that you’re causing trouble to get her to notice you again).

Task Force 141 has had enough when you attempt to sneak out of the house to a party on a Friday night. But it seems apart from shopping and acting like a brat, you aren’t good at anything else.

They hear a crash and someone swearing loudly before you roll off the roof, landing in the bushes right outside the window where the four men have a perfect view of you. They were watching a football came until you interrupted.

Jonny bursts into laughter, slapping Gaz out of amusement, while Price fetches you and forces you back inside.

“You know, your house has a back door for a reason.” Simon utters as he cleans your scratches but there’s a mocking indication to his tone.

“Yeah but like, going out the window felt more cool.” You argue back, furrowing your eyebrows.

“Was it cool when you face planted into the ground?”

You can only pout in annoyance.

From then on, they don’t leave you alone, especially not on Friday nights. You have to deal with being squished between Price and Simon as they watch a boring documentary on… fish? Jonny definitely chose that one.

But hey, you aren’t exactly complaining. Being stuck between the two men means being able to feel their muscles and smell their strong cologne. You tolerate the four men more after they cleaned your scratches from landing in a bush and carried you to your bed.

And so what if you catch feelings? Anybody else in your position would have done the same.

“We can’t date ya, lovie. We’re too old and we work for your dad.”

Do you care? Not really.

“My dad literally hired you because I was a troublemaker. Ya think I give a shit? ‘Sides, the older the better.”

Jonny jabs a thumb in Price’s direction, “Even the captain? You should’ve seen ‘im in his prime. Way better looking.” He hands you a picture that he just happens to have of Price.

You glance at it then lift your head to look at Price. Your lips curve into a teasing smile. “Yeah, you’re right. What happened, Captain?” You joke.

INCORRECT QUOTES FOR THE LAUGHS:

Kidnapper, negotiating with TF 141: We have the annoying heiress. Give us ten thousand dollars and they will be returned to you unharmed

Y/N: Whoa, whoa, wait, you think I’m only worth ten thousand dollars. MAKE IT ONE MILLION–

Price: Y/N, STOP

Simon: Can I be frank with you guys?

Jonny: Sure, but I don’t see how changing your name is gonna help.

Gaz: Can I still be Gaz?

Y/N: Shh, let Frank speak.

Gaz: In your opinion, what’s the height of stupidity?

Simon: *turning to Y/N* How tall are you?

Price: Where's Simon, Gaz, and Y/N?

Jonny: They're playing hide and seek.

Price: Where?

Jonny: I don't think you get how this game works.

Y/N: You really put aside everything and came all this way for me? How did you even get here so fast?

Simon: Several traffic violations.

Gaz: Three counts of resisting arrest.

Jonny: Roughly thirteen cans of energy drinks.

Price: Also, that’s not our car.

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cluelessatthispoint · 2 months ago

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What If someone tries to kidnap the baby from dragons hoard how would they react and how would they get the baby back?

Ohh, this is a great question. I definitely think that the kidnapper wouldn't get very far in terms of actually kidnapping the reader.

It would go something like this:

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Price: If anyone stupid enough were to try and kidnap the newest member of the hoard. They would simply fade into obscurity and out of the minds of those who knew them. Price would find a way to ensure that the newest addition of the hoard would be protected at all costs. As much as the reader right now wants to be alone and away from the strange hybrids, you'll find that being alone is nigh near impossible.

Price would for the most part spend time in their cave sleeping or making sure everything is in neat and orderly precision. If you want to play hell bring out some pretty golden trinkets for you, but if you even think about setting foot out of the nest without his permission, he'd wrap you up in his tail and keep you next to him by his side or on his lap as he'd try his best to distract you with stories of his youth. If you (the reader) were spending time in the cave with Price when a potential kidnapper arrives you can bet he'll cover the your eyes and ears as he incinerates the intruder to a burnt crisp. If the smell of burnt flesh and clothes bothers your sensitive nose, Price will tuck your face into his neck and carry you out of the cave for a nice walk while he puts Gaz or Soap on clean up duty. Lord knows werewolf Soap could use the extra protein if any meat is left.

Gaz: If you were with Gaz when an intruder were to stumble upon the cave and try to kidnap you. Gaz would do what birds do best in order to process their young. Similar to geese he would let out a feral warning hiss with his wings splayed out menacingly. If that doesn't scare the idiot off, the Gaz would quickly tuck you into the layers of the nest and quickly fly the kidnapper out of the cave with speed and agility that goshhawks can't ever give to surpass.

When you're trying to free yourself from the tangled mess of fabrics from the nest, Gaz would be enjoying the skies; ignorant of the bloodcurdling screams that rip from the kidnappers throat as he hurdles down towards the earth. Afterwards, Gaz would come back to the nest as quick as can be. A smile on his face as he got a good flight in for the day.

Soap: The werewolf would simply attack first and ask questions later. The first smell of something or someone setting foot in their home would set Soap on edge. The very sight of a stranger would have him hurdling full speed towards the intruder. You wouldn't even have time to process what the hell just happened as Soap goes for the jugular and drags the carcass away. Out of all the people in the hoard, Soap would be the most protective of you. Whether that's good or not remains to be seen. But the second he walk back to the nest seeing you all tucked in and shivering from the sight of blood on his lips all the way down his front. You can bet he'd feel ashamed of himself. His tail would stop wagging the instant he saw you. The scent of fear wafting off of you would make his ears bend back and a whine escape his lips. When Price, Ghost, or Gaz would find out what happened, Soap will be sleeping in the doghouse literally and figuratively.

Ghost: Ghost would react very strongly to anyone who would disturb what he calls "family bonding" with you. In reality it would just be him and you wandering around the cave the pack/hoard lives in. He Ghost wouldn't be the type to hold your hand as you explore. I steady he would simply watch you from a few paces back. Or if you thought you were being sneaky and trying to run away he would watch from within the shadows. The moment anyone would come in and try to take you away would be the moment Ghost would whisky them back and away from you before they could utter a sound to alert you to their presence. When all is said and done, he would gently corals you back to the nest sometime later. And while night rolls around, when you ask where Price and Soap are Gaz would coo softly to you and soothe your fears while Ghost tells you not to worry about it. The shared look between them says enough, now they can rest easy knowing that as Price and Soap will be satiated with their midnight snack.

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Tada!~

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somedaylazysomeday · 5 days ago

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I have a terrible track record at sticking with dark fics, but this idea refuses to leave me alone, so I'm just gonna throw this out there. It's super choppy, but I couldn't bring myself to leave it as an outline.

Kidnapped!TF 141 x kidnapped!fem!reader

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Stalking, kidnapping, physical abuse, emotional abuse, sexual abuse, lying, noncon, strong dubcon themes, nakedness, vulnerability

PLEASE mind the tags. This is a dark fic and every one of the tags is present. Dead dove and all of that.

Masterlist

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You were leaving work when it happened. Your car was in sight, your keys already in your hand as you approached it. Work had run later than you'd expected, and you were one of the last people leaving. No one else was parked near you and - while you knew they gladly would have - you didn't want to ask anyone to walk you to your car.

The pinch in the side of your neck was all you needed to realize the depth of your mistake. Everything went dark a moment later.

You woke up in a house - a little small, but nice enough. Nicer than you had expected, especially since you had no idea how you had gotten there. it was a little warm - a good thing, in your opinion, since you had been stripped completely naked.

You weren't alone. You weren't yet sure whether that was a good thing or not. There were four men in the same room, each one just as bare as you were and in varying degrees of confused outrage at the current situation. Well, not just as bare. One of the bigger ones was wearing a black medical mask. It looked faintly ridiculous against all of that pale, scarred skin.

When you looked around - avoiding the sight and gazes of the men around you gradually regaining consciousness - you seemed to be in a kitchen. The only door seemed to be the type that would lead into a garage.

The man with the deep voice and the facial hair was talking generally, seeming to address everyone.

"Keep your heads. I woke up a few minutes ago and I've spoken with the people who took us. They won't tell me who or why, but they agreed to give us some clothes. The door to the garage should unlock in a few minutes."

You sat up blearily, your head aching and mouth dry. Whatever had been used to knock you unconscious, it had been serious.

Before you could muster the energy to stand, the man had disappeared into the garage and retrieved a stack of nondescript clothes. Everyone got a pair of gray men's pajama pants and a black tank top. There was no underwear.

You were grateful enough to have clothes that you tried not to be awkward about the fact that the pants left far too much fabric piled at your feet while the swells of your breasts pressed uncomfortably against the thin material of the tank top.

"How'd ye manage this, Price?"

The mohawked man had been the first to speak after getting dressed. You frowned. He had referred to the other man by name - did they know each other?

Introductions followed, and you learned their names (or nicknames, in some cases: Soap had the mohawk, Gaz was the pretty one, Ghost had the medical mask, andJohn Price was the leader of the little group. They did indeed know each other but - after extensive rounds of questions - none of you could figure out why you had been included in the group.

In your first few days in the house, you had learned that everything was controlled by a system of cameras mounted at the top of every door and a series of electronic locks. There were enough bedrooms for each of you, single-occupancy. There were a few bathrooms between you, a living room with a small couch, and the empty kitchen.

You never saw, heard, or spoke with any of your captors. The others did, on occasion. Their stories and mental states afterward had left you certain that you wanted to avoid contact with your kidnappers as long as possible. It was infuriating not to know why you had been taken, but you were sure one of the others would tell you as soon as there was something to know. In the meantime, all of you had slipped into referring to the unknown group as Them. There was no need to explain who you were talking about when They came up.

The strangest thing by far was the discrepancy in Their behavior. You heard about the interactions from the others, stories of terrible cruelty and warnings not to push Them. But there were odd moments of tenderness and care, too. An extra blanket on your bed when you mentioned being chilly the night before. A tube of expensive lotion when your hands cracked in the dry air. A supply of your favorite drink in the pantry.

But the proof of Their cruelty remained too blatant for you to ignore.

One day, soon after the small supply of food in the kitchen was gone, Soap had decided to do something about it. He took a page from Price's book and bargained with your captors for additional groceries.

Or, at least, that was what he explained to you when you found him on the kitchen floor, injured and surrounded by the spilled contents of several brown paper grocery bags.

No one else was around - not unusual, since They sometimes left certain bedroom doors locked until They decided someone could go out into the main house. With a lot of effort, you managed to get Soap into a chair at the small table so you could get a closer look at his injuries.

Fortunately, the damage was mostly superficial. There was nothing you could do about his black eye or bruised ribs, but you tended to his split lip and wrapped his bloody knuckles as he explained that They had beaten him for daring to make a demand.

You were standing between his thighs to take care of his lip when you felt the insistent nudge of his hardness against your thigh. You tried your best to ignore it, reasoning that it was a natural reaction to having someone so close. Besides, the thin pajama pants didn't conceal much. He was probably just as uncomfortable as you were.

With the injury to his ribs and the lack of mobility in his tightly wrapped knuckles, Soap needed you close while he cooked dinner for the household. You acted as a makeshift crutch when he needed to take some pressure from his ribs, chopping meat and vegetables at his direction as he pressed himself against your back to lean on you. The erection never dissipated.

A few days later, you were showering in the small bathroom when Gaz stepped inside, eyes carefully trained on the floor. You froze, staring at him through the clear curtain that gave only a mockery of privacy. Gaz apologized, explaining that this was the first time They had given him access to the bathroom that day. As it was early afternoon, you could hardly be shocked when he crossed immediately to the toilet.

You kept your eyes to yourself as he used the restroom, then washed his hands and brushed his teeth. You could only hope he was doing the same as you hurriedly finished showering and wrapped yourself in your towel.

When you stepped out of the shower, still wearing the towel, you made a small sound of surprise as a fully-naked Gaz slipped past you and got into the shower himself. You picked up your clothes and tried to leave, both to have some privacy as you got dressed and to give Gaz some privacy of his own.

There must have been someone sadistic behind the camera that day, because the door was locked. You turned back to get dressed and brush your teeth, though your face went hot when you saw that the steam on the clear shower curtain didn't hide anything. Gaz's perfect body only seemed accentuated by it, framed by soft edges like a painting or dream. Your face only went hotter as you realized that Gaz had probably seen more of you than you had originally thought.

You rushed to the relative safety of your room as soon as your bathroom door unlocked. Unfortunately for you, that didn't happen until Gaz was done, dressed, and brushing his teeth.

Your room became something of a haven, somewhere private and quiet you could use to hide from the situation. In there, you could almost pretend that things were normal... as long as you were turned away from the camera above the door.

But even that slight sanctuary wasn't always available. One night, you had tried to go back to your room only to find that the door was locked. After a few minutes of half-hearted pleading into the pitiless gaze of the camera, you gave up and resigned yourself to sleeping on the couch in the living room.

Unfortunately for you, Ghost was already there, lounging masked but shirtless on the small couch. He reported gruffly that he was also locked out of his room for the night. When you asked why, he had just scoffed, reminding you that there was no way to know why They did what They did.

The lack of predictability had never bothered you as much as it did that night, splayed on top of Ghost in the only position that was comfortable for you both on the closeness of the couch. Neither of you wanted to sleep on the frigid floor, especially without any blankets.

You slept surprisingly well that way. You had only woken once, when Ghost started to thrust against you. He seemed to be fully asleep, but his hands were locked around your waist. The pressure of him between your thighs was embarrassing at first, then delicious, but he stopped before either of you could make more of a mess. It wasn't easy to go back to sleep after that, but you managed.

Around midnight a day or two after the couch incident, the door to your bedroom opened. You sat bolt upright in bed to stare at the opening door. Price came through a moment later, stumbling as if he had been pushed inside.

He tried the handle on the door, though it had slammed shut as soon as he was inside. It was locked. Price sighed heavily, broad shoulders moving with the depth of it. He didn't seem surprised to find you awake. He sat on your bed, far nearer than you had expected, and leaned even closer.

"New development: They said They'll kill us both if I don't fuck you. Now, tonight."

You studied his face, feeling your own expression crumble. Things had been steadily moving this way, but you had hoped beyond hope that you could avoid it.

With gentle hands, Price wiped the tear from your cheek. When he murmured directly into your ear, his voice was low and soft and earnest. "I promise I'll make it good for you, love."

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As he held you, your body naked and vulnerable and exhausted, Price looked directly into the camera above the door.

His mind was running wild, wondering how long it would take you to realize that there was no Them. Gaz and Soap and Ghost were behind those cameras. They wouldn't have missed seeing their girl's first time with one of them.

Price would join them soon and they could start figuring out how to 'break out' of the house. They would keep you with them, of course. It would be too dangerous for you to leave. They could convince you of that, easy. The threat of "Them" finding you again would be enough to make sure you stayed right where you belonged.

Not that he expected you to argue. Price pulled you a little closer, nose nuzzling against your temple. After surviving such a traumatic bonding experience, how could you ever resist being theirs?

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Author's Note: I have no idea what this is. It's unhinged and weird and clunky, but I had to get it down in words before it would leave me alone. I'm not sure yet if this will end up on my masterlist or on AO3.

Anyway, thanks for giving it a chance!

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httpsdana · 6 months ago

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hi can you do prompt #37 with kenan yildiz and its set in the stadium after a game

Post Game Surprise~Kenan Yildiz

*Pictures are from Pinterest*

enjoy <3

request from here

master list -> part 2

players/drivers I write for

37-"He's kidnapping me, KIDNAPPER HELP " "I'm her boyfriend everyone" "KIDNAPPER"

The vibrant energy of the stadium buzzed around her as the final whistle blew, signaling the end of the match. y/n’d come to support Kenan , her boyfriend, as he dazzled on the pitch. Watching him play was always exhilarating, but tonight, the adrenaline was mixed with an overwhelming sense of excitement as the fans erupted in cheers.

As the crowd began to disperse, y/n maneuvered through the throngs of people, eager to find Kenan. He had promised to meet her after the game, telling her he had something for her, and she couldn't wait to celebrate his victory together.

But as she scanned the area, she felt a sudden pull from behind.

“Hey! Where do you think you��re going?” a playful voice teased.

She turned to find Kenan grinning at her, his jersey clinging to him in all the right places, his hair slightly disheveled.

“I was looking for you!” she laughed, but before she could take a step closer, he swept her into his arms.

“Whoa! Kenan, what are you doing?” she squealed, half-laughing, half-trying to squirm out of his grasp.

“I’m kidnapping you!” he declared, dramatically raising an eyebrow as he carried her toward the players' tunnel.

“What?!” she gasped dramatically.

“He’s kidnapping me! KIDNAPPER, HELP!” she yelled, playfully wriggling in his hold.

From behind, she heard a chuckle. “I’m her boyfriend, everyone!” Kenan shouted over his shoulder, as some people looked at them, completely unfazed by the teasing.

“Kidnapper!” she repeated, trying to stifle her laughter as she pointed at him, her eyes wide in mock terror.

“Okay, okay! Maybe ‘kidnapping’ is a strong word,” he conceded, gently setting her down as she reached the entrance to the tunnel.

“But can you blame me? I just want to get you away from all these crazies,” he said, gesturing to the still-excited fans.

y/n beamed at him, feeling her heart flutter. “Well, mission accomplished. I’m officially kidnapped.”

Kenan chuckled, ruffling her hair affectionately. “Good. Now I can show you my secret post-game celebration.”

“Is it ice cream?” she asked, her eyes lighting up at the thought.

“Better,” he replied, leading her through the narrow passageway, the sounds of the stadium fading behind her. “It’s a surprise.”

As they walked together, his hand slipped into hers, fingers intertwining perfectly. The warmth of his grip filled her with comfort and excitement. She loved how he always found ways to make even ordinary moments feel special.

Eventually, he stopped in front of a door marked “Players Only.” “Okay, close your eyes,” he instructed.

“Seriously?” she raised an eyebrow, but the gleam in his eyes made her obey.

After a few moments of shuffling and whispers, he urged her to open her eyes. When she did, her breath caught in her throat. The room was filled with balloons, streamers, and a table piled high with snacks and drinks. A small cake sat in the center, decorated with a single candle.

“Surprise!” Kenan exclaimed, his face beaming with pride. “I wanted to celebrate the win—and you! We did really get to celebrate your latest amazing grades. so here we are!”

“Kenan, this is amazing!” she said, rushing forward to inspect the setup. “You did all this?”

He shrugged, a shy smile creeping onto his lips. “Well, I had some help from the team. But I wanted you to know how much I'm proud of you. even if it’s just a little post-game party.”

She turned to him, her heart swelling. “You’re incredible. Thank you!”

Before she could say anything more, he stepped closer, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her against him. The scent of grass and sweat surrounded her, but it was the warmth of his embrace that made her feel safe and cherished.

“You know,” he said softly, his gaze locking onto hers, “I’d kidnap you any day if it means getting to spend time like this with you.”

She laughed lightly, brushing her fingers against his cheek. “Just promise me you won’t get arrested for it.”

“Only if you stop calling me your kidnapper,” he joked, trying to lean in for a kiss.

"I'll do that when you take a shower" she said, pulling a face of disgust jokingly.

Kenan gasped, before laughing slightly and leaning closer to her. As their lips met, everything else faded away—the stadium, the crowd, even the cake. It was just her and Kenan, and in that moment, she knew she’d follow him anywhere, even if it meant being his forever “kidnap victim.”

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mayflora-18 · 1 month ago

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Incorrect CoD Quotes #13 (aka Keep It Coming, Pinterest)

Nikolai: Sherlock, why are you wearing my jacket? I said you have to ask permission first!

Sherlock: I did ask. You never said I had to get a yes.

Nikolai:

Nikolai: *choked up* I-I have NEVER been so proud!

————— Price, in a meeting: My policy is if you see something, say something.

Roach: I saw a squirrel in a tree today!

Ghost, with the tone of someone who is used to Roach: Outstanding.

Price: This is what I'm talking about, people.

--------

Sherlock, playing with something in Nikolai's workshop: Onion rings are just vegetable donuts.

Price, used to Sherlock: Sure they are, kid.

Gaz: Your stomach thinks all potatoes are mashed.

Price, not used to Gaz: Okay?

Roach: Lasagna is just spaghetti flavored cake.

Price:

Ghost, smirking under his mask: Lobsters are mermaids to scorpions.

Price: *crying* Kids, please stop.

Nikolai, fascinated: No, continue, please.

Soap, next to Nikolai: *furiously taking notes*

--------

[on a mission somewhere]

Sherlock: I...I've been here before.

Nikolai: Oh my god how do you know??

Sherlock: My phone automatically connected to the WiFi.

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Sherlock, walking into her house: Hello, people who do not live here.

Gaz: Hi.

Ghost: Hello.

Soap: Hey.

Roach: *waves*

Sherlock: I gave you a key for emergencies.

Nikolai, also has a key: We were all out of Doritos.

Sherlock: And what do you have there, Nik?

Nikolai: Price, currently on Nik's lap: O_O

Nikolai: A smoothie.

Sherlock:

Sherlock: *dialing on her phone* Laswell, come pick up your idiots. -------- Price: Hey, Ghost. What's your favorite insect?

Ghost: *looks at Roach* :)

Roach: *looks at Ghost* :)

Price: Am I missing something here?

Ghost: I like butterfly.

Price: You mean butterflies?

Ghost: I did not.

Roach: *chucks butter across the room at Price* He did not.

Price: *sigh* Of course you didn't. -------- [at 3am]

Ghost: You can say, "Have a nice day!" without a problem.

Ghost: But you can't say "Enjoy the next 24 hours" without sounding vaguely threatening.

Soap: How did you get into my apartment? -------- Graves: *holding his phone and recording* Okay, I am home alone and I just heard a thud upstairs, there's something in my house.

Graves: *walks to the steps of the Shadow Company base* 🎵If you're to murder me, clap your hands🎵

Ghost: *clap clap*

Graves: *bolts out of the base and into the woods, screaming* -------- Alex, kidnapped and strapped to a metal table: Do you know...the muffin man?

Farah, also kidnapped: Alex, I swear-

Kidnapper: The muffin man?? What the-

Alex: YES! THE MUFFIN MAN!

Kidnapper: The...one who lives on Drury- wait is this a Shrek reference?

Alex: FINALLY! You owe me five bucks, Farah. I told you a bad guy would get it one day! -------- Soap: psst LT.

Ghost: What?

Soap: I made this friendship bracelet for you!!

Ghost: You know, I'm not really a jewelry person.

Soap, dejected: Oh. Well you don't have to wear it-

Ghost: No I'm gonna wear it forever, back off.

Soap: 😊 -------- Kate: JOHN WHEN I FIND YOU YOU'RE DEAD!

Soap: *pops his head into the room, visibly shaking*

Kate: Of course it's not you, sweetie, you're perfect, keep doing what you're doing, live your life.

Soap: *nods and smiles* -------- Price: I made tea.

Gaz: I don't want tea.

Price: I didn't make tea for you...This is my tea.

Gaz: Then why are you telling me?

Price: It's a conversation starter.

Gaz: That's a lousy conversation starter.

Price: Oh, is it? We're conversing. Checkmate. -------- Price, a tired dad trying his best to train the sergeants: Okay, let's try this one more time. Collapsing building, simultaneous terrorist attack. What do you do? Soap: Gaz: Roach: Call the mili- Price: YOU ARE THE MILITARY! --------

#call of duty #call of duty oc #cod sherlock #chimera sherlock #cod chimera #cod incorrect quotes #incorrect cod quotes #cod nikolai #captain john price #gary roach sanderson #simon ghost riley #kyle gaz garrick #john soap mactavish #kate laswell #phillip graves #alex keller #farah karim #source: pinterest

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pixiesndberries · 2 years ago

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𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐊 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐄 141 — 𝐃𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐊 𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄

CONTENTS : calling them while being drunk at 3:00 am.

CHARACTERS : captain price, soap, ghost, and gaz.

WARNING : none just on crack lmaoaoa 😭

AUTHOR'S NOTE : i need to think about this million times, and it took me million times to have a motivation also (i do nsfw..for the one who wanted to request *wink* *wink*) 😇

JOHN PRICE :

— lad is sleeping peacefully after a long rest after a tough mission, his nokia went ringing like hell and literally thought the fire alarm went BRAHHH. Old man was flabbergasted and looks like having an heart attack at 3:00 am.

DAD MODE 100 % he would actually think about it for a moment whether he would pick you up or not because he's unsure what things about to happen. Would be worried for a moment since your friends took over in the phone to help you make him pick you up.

WOULD 100 % NAG AT YOU IN THE CAR. I SAID WHAT I SAID 🗣️‼️ and it made the whole ride like this.

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"price i think i will puke the cheerios i ate." you laugh with little hiccups while he was driving stressed while wearing his pajamas on. "hey hey, dont ya' fookin' open that damn window!" he says pulling you away while driving with one hand literally jamming in the whole rode as tokyo drift plays in the car radio.

SOAP :

— i feel like he's either the one calling you or he is with you 😭 ok but like let's stick with this scenario with him. He was having a nice sleep of course, and ik he snores like this IM SORRY LMAO and his phone started ringing like hell and he went crazy thinking it was the fire alarm.

he would pretend to act like he hates you for not inviting him to drink with you as he was getting ready to leave to pick you up; he's trying to stay in contact with you because first of all you are heavily drunk and just very very late so it's not THAT safe for you so he tried his best to keep in contact with you until he arrives.

He almost crash the car tbh and he almost hit a deer 😇.

;

"really not invitin' me? i feel offended." he chuckles teasing your drunk ass, "it's not like that!" you whine nudging him thinking he's actually mad at you. "do you hate me?" you asked looking at him like you were about to cry or something, "yes." "fuck you." "nope you're drunk." (the whole ride is just on crack tbh)

GHOST :

— MY MAN IS TRYING TO HAVE A REST ONCE FOR HIS LIFE 😭 (please let this man have a vacay) yet you were there, just as he feels like he's sleeping (ik damn that felt good for him) when suddenly HIS PHONE STARTED TO RING. Bro was ready to pull the trigger, but he took a deep breath; at first he never wanted to answer the phone but when he saw those messages that was typed by your friends saying that you need a ride home because you are heavily drunk. Okay for a moment he think about it he was like, if i pick this motherfucker up is there a benefit? okay what if something happens to them then it's my fault?

WHEN HE PICKED YOU UP HE HAS HIS BALACLAVA ON AND YOU WERE SO DRUNK THAT YOU THOUGHT YOU WERE GETTING KIDNAPPED 😭‼️ and you were like asking for help and shit and he's just there continues to drive wishing he just made a better decision to burn his phone down. seriously.

after like a whole ass minute you finally shut up and just watch him drive silently 😞 and of course he was like "finally."

;

you were watching him drive silently when the car suddenly passed by your favourite fast food chain making you quickly go feral like hell, "I WANT A BITE PLEASE." you say as you keep pulling his shirt trying to make him stop driving, "no." he says as he just continues to drive tiredly, MAN WAS SO DONE. "please mr kidnapper 😭" "lord help me."

GAZ :

— like soap he was sleeping peacefully and snores like mimimimimi 😇💕 when you called and says that you needed a ride home because you were drunk (you tried insisting that you are not THAT drunk 😭) bro was worried so he was like okay sure so he didn't hesitate but to pick you up even though he still felt sleepy. He really cares for you so he really don't mind.

when he picked you up he helped you going inside the car, putting the car seat on a comfortable position; YOU ARE TREATED LIKE A ROYAL 🗣️‼️ You were mumbling and talking about some topics he doesn't know but continues to listen because he knows you are heavily drunk and you barely know what's happening.

HE'S THE TYPE OF GUY YOUR PARENTS WOULD TRUST FR ‼️

;

"-and and this guy came up on me and like hey shawty you need some good dicking there? And i was like fuck you dude!" you continue to babble even though it looks like you were already getting pulled by your sleep making Gaz laugh, "hey that's actually creepy thank god you went away from him." he says calmly as he continues to drive, "yeah yeah- and- and-"

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konigsblog · 7 months ago

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KINKTOBER CALL OF DUTY MASTERLIST 2024

DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT

BEWARE: DARK THEMES BELOW. CONCEPTS MAY BE GRAPHIC OR UNPLEASANT. MIND THE WARNINGS.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. ALL MINORS WILL BE BLOCKED. STRICTLY 18+ ONLY.

MAY INCLUDE: KIDNAPPING, RAPE, INTOXICATION, AND OTHER GRAPHIC THEMES.

OCTOBER 1ST — DOCTOR!KÖNIG. Being drugged and used relentlessly by someone you thought you could trust. (NON-CON)

OCTOBER 2ND — RAPIST!SIMON. You should've known better. Walking around with an ass like that in such a skimpy, revealing dress... What were you thinking? (NON-CON)

OCTOBER 3RD — KIDNAPPER!PRICE. What did you expect, Birdie? Now, you'll be used relentlessly and tortured by a depraved sicko, because of your stupidity. (KIDNAPPING, RAPE)

OCTOBER 4TH — WEREWOLF!GAZ. A helpless lamb shouldn't be wandering around the forest this late at night, should they? (NON-CON)

OCTOBER 5TH — DENTIST!SOAP. Who would've thought that a simple, quick dentist visit would end in tears and a bloody mess? (KIDNAPPING, NON-CON, GRAPHIC DESCRIPTIONS)

OCTOBER 6TH — ELDRITCH!KÖNIG. Never in a million years would you expect to be held hostage by an intimidating monster, desperate to breed with a human like you. (MONSTER-FUCKING)

OCTOBER 7TH — STALKER!KÖNIG. You should've trusted your gut feeling. Now, you're chained to your bed inside of your own apartment, being bred relentlessly by a large, masked figure. (FORCED BREEDING, NON-CON)

OCTOBER 8TH — STEPBRO!KÖNIG. You shouldn't trust such a perverted social recluse. Now, here you are, sucking off your stepbrother hoping that he'll keep quiet. (BLACKMAIL)

OCTOBER 9TH — RAPIST!KÖNIG. He has sickening and disturbing urges, a growing crave for control. This should teach you to not wander the streets this late as a woman. (NON-CON)

OCTOBER 10TH — BESTFRIEND!SIMON. You knew something felt off, that lingering impending doom chasing you, ‘til it was all too late. (NON-CON)

OCTOBER 11TH — STEPDAD!PRICE. Your mother loves that man. You can't break her heart, let her know how sinister, perverted, and deplorable his behaviour truly is. (NON-CON)

OCTOBER 12TH — PERVERT!SOAP. Oh, forgive him, Bonnie. You know he can't help himself, and you look so adorable like this; knocked out cold and mumbling incoherently, pleading with him for mercy. (NON-CON, DRUGGING)

OCTOBER 13TH — PERVERT!GAZ. How can he not take advantage of you like this, under the influence and giggling blissfully? He'll take care of you, Dove. (DUB-CON, INTOXICATION)

OCTOBER 14TH — SOMNOPHILIAC!KÖNIG. He uses your body to cope with the reoccurring, horrifying, and haunting nightmares he has, Liebling. Forgive him, please...

OCTOBER 15TH — NERD!KÖNIG. You know how fascinated he is with knives, as well as his growing and intensifying obsession with you. Why not combine both, press a knife to your throat while using your body? (DUB-CON)

OCTOBER 16TH — STEPDAD!KÖNIG. You're even better than your mother; tighter, quieter, and younger, with a pliable mind easy to morph to fit his sickening beliefs. (DUB-CON)

OCTOBER 17TH — KIDNAPPER!KÖNIG. His punishments are unusually violent, leaving deep and agonising welts and lengthy scars on your skin, and crimson leaking from beneath your thighs. (NON-CON)

OCTOBER 18TH — STEPBRO!KÖNIG. Don't you feel sorry for him? A little sympathy? He's had nothing to violate since you left for University. Why don't you come here and bend over, let him get familiar with your smooth, comforting mouth once again?

OCTOBER 19TH — CREEP!KÖNIG. Being a sex worker isn't easy; you have your fair share of sinister pervert with immoral and wicked fantasies, and König is no exception.

OCTOBER 20TH — GYNECOLOGIST!KÖNIG. Under anaesthetics, you're a compliant and babbling mess, until you're weeping pathetically, too drugged to protect your swollen cunt from his assault. (NON-CON)

OCTOBER 31ST — CREEP!KÖNIG. Halloween parties are only fun when everyone's drunk and tipsy, too inebriated to think clearly. Nobody bats an eye when König stumbles into a frat party wearing a mask, dragging an intoxicated woman off alongside him. (NON-CON)

OCTOBER 21ST — THERAPIST!KÖNIG. Oh, how he loves to watch as you cry out. Having a fetish for sobbing isn't easy to hide when you're a therapist, but manipulating a mentally unwell patient sure is exciting.

...

#orla speaks #cod x reader #könig call of duty #konig x reader #könig #simon riley #simon ghost riley #ghost x reader #soap mactavish #call of duty soap #soap x reader #kyle gaz garrick #gaz call of duty #gaz x reader #captain john price #captain john price x reader #captain price

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oceantornadoo · 1 year ago

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thinking about mafia au!simon going absolutely feral if a rival group kidnapped his wife. disobeying price, roping gaz and soap into his scheme to get you back, taking no prisoners. he lives up to the name ghost, destroying families, haunted truly, only driven by his mission to find you. and when he does, your kidnappers will wish they had never made such a terrible mistake because he will draw out their punishment as long as humanely possible. cut tongues, pulled fingernails, the whole nine yards. even if they didn't touch a hair on your head, they still took you from him. and finally, when the retribution is done and ghost is drowning in enemy blood, you're the one to slowly draw simon back out, with featherlight touches and whispered assurances of i'm okay, i'm right here, you've got me, even when your bodies are so entangled you don't know where you end and he begins.

#simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #cod 141 #simon riley wife #mafia au #tornadothoughts

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ohbo-ohno · 1 year ago

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I’m feral and need more of your a/b/o thoughts. Like I need to know your thoughts on alpha!141 snatching omega reader to keep for themselves

yknow i was gonna say that i haven't touched abo in forever, but then i remembered the gaz thing i just posted the other day lmao

(btw i wrote alpha 141 here but i think abo poly 141 would have alphas price/ghost and betas soap/gaz. probably. maybe. idfk.)

cw for noncon and kidnapping below the cut

i find poly 141 x reader really difficult to write outside of porn, since there's already so many interesting dynamics in regular poly 141. i have a hard time adding in a FIFTH element, yk? especially when that fifth element has to be a reader insert instead of some sorta OC or smth

anyway, i think the best dark poly 141 x reader idea is basically reader being used as a sex toy for the guys. like, she's there for them to relieve their stress in. but in an abo au i could totally see them using her as an element of softness in their lives. with 4 alphas in one home, you need an omega to soften things up a bit

and there you are. soft and sweet and small (compared to them at least) and just so perfect. you're the unlucky bastard who happens to smell appealing to all of them, and you're whisked away before you really even know it

they'd have to be sneaky, probably. you'd have a positive reaction to their scents too, so maybe johnny or gaz gets you to go on a date with one or both of them and then kidnaps you. maybe price or ghost just grabs you one day. something like that, i think, but there's much higher angst potential is kyle and/or johnny lulls you into a false sense of security first (and you know i love a good betrayal)

they'd push and prod at your instincts to force you into a heat before anything else. lock you in their den (soon to be their nest) and surround you in their scents, make low purrs to convince your instincts that you're safe

and as terrified as you are - and oh boy, are you - there's only so much you can actually fight your instincts. lets say you're either not on heat blockers, or maybe the blockers are weak, but for whatever reason you're very susceptible to all of their little pushes

they've got you knotted and mated by the end of the week

it's odd, coming up from that heat. your neck aches all the way around, to the point that it's painful to even turn your head. despite the unfamiliar room, your brain screams at you that you're safe, that you're in your nest.

it doesn't take long to put together the pieces. it also doesn't take long to become very very upset

thing is, it's too late to do anything now. you can't break a bond, and they're not giving you any opportunities to get away. you're stuck with these alphas who have performed the greatest invasion possible on your body and soul. it's crushing

cue lots of attempted comfort. soap and gaz would be the softest with you, always trying to tempt you into realizing how good it is to be with them. soap is rougher when he fucks you, but they're both equally soft outside of that. they bring you nesting materials, constantly make sure you're covered in their scents, and bicker over who gets to cuddle you on the couch

ghost isn't willing to coddle you. he's sweet (in his own right) but he's not nice. he doesn't try to make you feel better - you're meant to be with them, why should he apologize for making it happen? all they did was skip the courting process, this is always where you were going to end up. he refuses to apologize for that. but he also doesn't want you miserable. he holds you close at night, soaks with you for long hours in the tub, and is always making sure you clear your plate

price is... weird. i'm never sure if i should make him the meanest or a softer kidnapper. because i could absolutely see a version of price whipping your ass raw every time you scream at them and call them names, but i can also see a version of price who just levels you with a disapproving stare and locks you in a small dark space when you get like that

regardless, they all smother you. you help balance out their dynamics a bit more, but they're always fighting each other for your attention. especially with the bond making it so they always know what you're feeling. and your instincts scream to trust them (and you can feel their emotions too, know that they really meant for the best, as sick and twisted as it is).

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