The Modern Warfare 2 Collection │MW2 x Reader

MW Reaction to You Taking the BDSM Test

Warnings: Implied Smut, MW Characters Being Down Bad & Feral, Mean! MW, Rough! MW, Dominant! MW, Submissive! MW, Teasing, Petnames, Profanity, No Pronouns Used For Reader Except You.

Ghost

♡ His laugh is gruff from over your shoulder. A glower, if you listen closely enough. His hands, rough and calloused with the weight of his atrocities, clamp down on your shoulders. He squeezes them. Tight. Tighter.

♡ "You don't need a test to find out what you're into, Love."

♡ He stands closer. From your position on the couch, you can feel something hard pressing between your shoulder blades. He rolls against you, his grip tightening. You whimper, wince, and he lets go a hum.

♡ His hands drop from your shoulders to the front of your shirt. There, he grips the seam and rips it open. You jump, gasping, the buttons flying off into god-knows where — corners of the room, pinging off furniture.

♡ His hands are on your chest, kneading, needing. He's rough. He needs you now — he can't even stop to remember to be gentle.

♡ "I can do that," he lowers his lips to your ear. His breath is hot.

♡ "And more."

König

♡ König had sat with you while you took the test, curious to see what you'd choose — what your heart truly desired.

♡ Of course, despite how close the two of you were, you did try to retain what little of your dignity you could by choosing answers that didn't make you look insane. Or nymphomanic.

♡ Little did you know that König could see right through you, his lips stretching into a smile whenever he saw your fingers itching to choose the highest values for kinks he absolutely knew you had (whether you were aware of his knowing or not).

♡ When the test was over and you got your results, you thought you'd walked it. "See?" You showed your results to König. "Told you I wasn't into anything—" you searched for the term he'd used. "Extreme."

♡ "Oh, Maus," König said, almost growling. Purring, perhaps. His eyes were narrowed, feline. "We both know that's not true."

♡ König took your phone and placed it somewhere out of your reach. Frozen with anticipation, you gave no fight as König took you by your shoulders and laid you down, pressing you into the floor. He brought his thighs over you, caged you beneath him. His hands either side of your head, he smiled.

♡ "You needn't be evasive with me, Darling." His hips dipped down. Something hard pressed against your abdomen. König's eye twitched. "Now then, let's see how many of your answers were true, shall we?"

Soap

♡ Johnny looks at you with what you could only construe as confidence. A challenge. You could feel the sly remark creeping up his throat as you tried to explain away the results of your test, trying not to paint yourself as someone whose answers suited them a little too well.

♡ "Oh aye, Bonnie — I believe you," came Johnny. With all the genuity in the world. "I just don't think you do."

♡ When you gave him a queer look, his smile grew.

♡ "What I'm sayin' is you know there's more to sex than that test'll have you believe."