You weren't supposed to end up in their world. Just a girl living in a cottage with her Auntie. One ambush, one choice, and suddenly you're caught between TF141 - lethal, possessive, and far too protective. You could appreciate that, really, if they hadn't focused in on you to feel better about the things they'd done. """Johnny's mouth was hot against your ear, his accent roughened into a growl. "Ye're tremblin', lass. D'ye want me tae stop?" You shook your head, breath catching when his hand slid lower, claiming every inch he touched with reverent care. Ghost's shadow loomed close, his gloved fingers brushing your wrist as if to remind you he was there too, silent but steady. Price's voice cut low through the haze-steady, commanding, and far too calm for the way your pulse skittered. "Easy, love. You're not going anywhere tonight." And when König's gaze caught yours from across the room, sharp hunger softened into something dangerously tender, you realized the truth: you didn't want to leave. Not one of them.""" |CWs: Fanfiction. Non-canon. Contains SMUT. Poly relationship. Includes MxM.|

{𝙋𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙠𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙙} 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡. 𝙈𝙮 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙖𝙧𝙚 18+. 𝙋𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙪𝙣𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙜/𝙧𝙖𝙥𝙚, 𝙣𝙤𝙣 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙪𝙖𝙡, 𝙤𝙧 𝙨𝙢𝙪𝙩 𝘷𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘎𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘒ö𝘯𝘪𝘨 (mainly Ghost)

141 Mafia!AU Mob Boss!Price x Singer!Reader -- Your father had told you stories of the famous club, The 141, when you were a child; you remember the admiration- and *jealousy*- that laced his voice as he weaved tales of smoky backroom poker games and men who'd skin you alive for looking at them wrong. You hadn't believed him then, assuming it to be like all the other fairytales and war stories he told from that worn leather armchair- exaggerated tales meant to teach you lessons he himself never followed. Now that you're here, though... You'd expected better security.

When a messy mission goes wrong, a Colonel's frustration turns into a quick cleansing of their impure desires and contaminated passions.

With a threat growing in the shadows, Lieutenant Drew "Daisy" Farrell is sought out for TF141, an elite squad of soldiers trained to deal with the world's most serious threats. The transition onto the team goes smoothly, except for the animosity between her and her fellow task force Lieutenant. Despite the anger between them, Lieutenant Simon "Ghost" Riley --the grumpy-ass, arrogant, rude, frustrating, control freak of a man-- manages to distract her with his coffee-colored eyes and sinful touches, leaving her cursing him in more ways than one. But as the target terrorist organization avoids their grasp, he shows her exactly what she can have if she simply listens. ⁂ For anyone else who is feral over Simon Riley and enemies to lovers, this is for you ;) This story contains a lot of smutty chapters, however, there is still plenty of plot to go along with it. Chapters will be noted if they have smut... in case you're curious... This story does NOT follow the video games, ie. Soap's not dead <3 CW: cannon level violence, swearing, explicit sex, threats and inuendoes referring to SA *Warnings will be posted at the top of chapters. Excerpt: He turned to her then, stepping close enough that he brushed against her knees. "Is it possible for you to keep your mouth shut?" he asked lowly. "What? Am I getting on your nerves?" His eyes narrowed at her. "You're gettin' close to an ass-chewing." "Can't handle a little banter, sir?" "You're insubordinate." "And you're sensitive." He let out a frustrated growl. It only served to encourage her. "You wanna take that thing off? It's hard to tell how you're feeling without seeing your face." A very obvious lie, especially when his eyes showed her everything she needed to know. He was pissed.

A collection of all of my Modern Warfare characters x Fem!Reader stories. Characters: Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Price, König DO NOT STEAL, REPOST OR TRANSLATE ANY OF MY WORKS

One shots about all the COD guys! More info about requests in the first chapter. (Yes I know Keegan and König aren't part of 141, and no I do not care) This story does not connect to Phantom or Reliant in any way. Each chapter will be an individual short story and does not hold any connection to the other chapter unless mentioned. A main warning will be done per chapter, but these are some expected overall ones: - MATURE CONTENT! - Swearing/foul language - Mention of blood - Descriptive scenes of violence !!! COVER IMAGE FROM @661ave

Another envelope sits on the floor in front of my door, obviously slipped under while I was sleeping. Someone has been watching me. I bend down and pick it up, tearing through the top flap with clammy palms. A note. 'It's yours, little lady.' And a photograph. Of a gloved hand covered in splatters of white fluid, seeping into the heavy fabric, dripping from his fingers. Is that his cu-?! - - - fdomReader x msubkonig grumpyreader x sunshinekonig scaredasfreader x stalkerkonig smut + triggers ahead, read at ur own discretion. idk how I'm going to write this dynamic, but it's been boiling in my head for a while.

⚠️𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧⚠️ • 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐧 ;) • 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝗗𝗢𝗘𝗦 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭

3 big guys.... 18+ NSFW !!! Word count: 11.5k! (not proofread) Enjoy !!!!