The Modern Warfare 2 Collection │MW2 x Reader

Ghost & König's Reaction to You in a Maid Outfit

Warnings: 18+ (just to be safe), Implied Sexual Content, Rough Ghost & König, Dominant Ghost & König, Lashing (with a Belt), Restraining, Victim Blaming (Kind Of), Petnames, König is Basically Feral™, Implied Oral, Threats, No Pronouns used for Reader except 'You'.

Ghost

♡ Comes up behind you when you're idling with something and straight-up just sticks his hand up your skirt.

♡ He pulls you to his chest when you jump, squeal, taking advantage of your flailing to hook the band of your underwear and pull them down your thighs.

♡ Confused, you're given no time to react before Ghost has your hands pinned behind your back, held in place with handcuffs of bone, flesh and pure muscle as he shunts you against the countertop, something protruding – intruding – hard against your exposed centre as he presses himself tightly against you.

♡ Your cheek pressed against the cold surface, you barely see or hear Ghost between your startled breaths, feeling only a shadow come over you as he leans down to your ear, his free hand slithering from your back to your face, where he slips a lock of hair from your vision.

♡ "Did'ya really think you could get away with wearing this," he said, low, dangerous, his hand coming to grip the hem of your skirt.

♡ "Without consequences ?"

♡ You can feel his hand on your thigh now, gripping the skin hard enough to leave a pale imprint of his lust. Fingers slithering up the expanse of your leg, resting just beneath where you'll be screaming for him to have mercy half an hour from now.

♡ It doesn't matter what you do or say now – not that you can or will be able to do much of either with your arms bound and Ghost occupying your mouth with a meat delicacy you can't buy over a counter (despite that being where you are now, ironically) in about ten minutes' time..

♡ "The time for apologies is over, Darling," he tells you. You wince when you hear his belt hissing as he slides it from his jeans, the material crinkling in his grip as if the creature it hailed from was still alive.

♡ And he cracks it. Once. Twice. Against your bare thighs, making you cry out, your stockings having withered under Ghost's harsh stare.

♡ "All you can do now is repent."

König

♡ Lures you into a false sense of security with low, soft praises of "How beautiful you look, Engel !" And "Won't you come closer so I can have a better look at you ?"

♡ By the time you may suspect something in König's tone is unusually jovial, it's too late.

♡ You missed the feral glint in his eye, the shattering grip he had on his wine glass, discarded as he turns his attention to you now.

♡ Before you can even wonder what it is he's thinking, you're slammed onto the sofa, König sinking down on top of you, his hands steel around your wrists as he holds them beside your head.

♡ And now, you see it.

♡ All at once, and entirely too late.

♡ A predatory possession of all that was your kind, mild-mannered, sensitive König, replaced with a shadowed imitation, blackened by an almost supernatural depth of desire none but he could execute to its fullest potential.

♡ And it shows in how his breathing is ragged despite you posing no real physical test to his strength. Rather, there's something within trying to break free. And it has you in its sights.

♡ Leaning down, König takes the skin of your neck between his teeth, biting it, sucking it, leaving a path of destruction in his wake as your skin reddens. There will be bruises soon.

♡ Not that König will be letting anyone else see them. You'll be lucky if you're able to even leave the bedroom, nevermind the house.

♡ That much is apparent to you in how König growls when you move, try to slip your constricted wrists into some position of comfort, making him clamp down on top of you, his thighs gripping your sides, your ribcage a shell in his vice.

♡ "Don't try anything cute, Engel," König husks, voice deep and feral. His pupils are pinpricks, unhinged in a most biological manner. And his teeth seem sharper now. Somehow.

♡ "Or I may be forced to try something unorthodox with you."

♡ The bulge between his legs, one which he presses to the sensitive spot between yours, tells you he's deadly serious. If his killing smile wasn't enough.

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