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Call of Duty: Modern Warfare (2022)
Ghost takes your virginity (non-con): part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4
The Bet: you find out Ghost plans to take your virginity (blurb)
Dad's Old Army Buddy (age gap), Ghost x f!reader
Ghost tries to get you pregnant: part 1
Simon loves dating pregnant reader (blurb)
You call him daddy (blurb)
Ghost is a good boy (blurb)
...stay tuned, more on the way.
NSFW Werewolf Content
Local werewolves demand that you choose one of them as your mate
It was just a weird little thing about the town and surrounding countryside. Werewolves have always lived here. You're not one of them, but you enjoy their company, especially the males. They were always sniffing around you, even in their human form. You always felt desired, flattered, but you never took any of them up on their offers to take you as a mate.
You moved away immediately after graduation, trying to forget about your unusual upbringing.
Most nights, you dreamed of losing your virginity to a room full of werewolves. You woke up soaked and shaking every time. You tried to forget, but your body never forgave you for moving away without giving at least one of them a chance.
Some years later, you return to the town you once called home. It feels just the same, right down to the blinking stoplight at the center of town.
Within an hour, word got around, as though they were waiting for your return.
You accept an invitation to a party. You could use a little company tonight, and it would be nice to see some familiar faces.
When you arrive, it doesn't take long to notice you're the only woman in the house. The room is filled with a dozen suitors you recall from when you were 18. They want you to choose one of them as your mate.
Nervously, you agree to catch up with each of them with some friendly conversation, similar to speed dating, you tell yourself.
Individual chitchat turns into kissing and jealous stares, then bickering as the men growl and bare their teeth at each other, all on the verge of changing into their wolf forms in frustration.
To avoid bloodshed, you invoke an ancient werewolf ritual reserved for women who cannot choose between two or more potential mates: You demand that they take turns fucking you in their wolf form. After you've experienced each wolf for a few minutes, you'll choose one among them to knot you. The knotting wolf will be your mate.
The math is dizzying as you realize you have almost two hours of fucking before you get to choose one to knot you, then the other Wolves will suckle at your breasts as you mate's knot ensures his seed stays sealed in your womb for twenty minutes after.
To add a little fairness you cover your eyes as they change so you can't tell who is who while they compete for your favor.
After all, you're supposed to choose them based on sexual prowess, right? Your insides tighten and pulse as you remove your clothes and open your eyes.
You take a deep breath at the sight of a room full of muscled werewolves, each with a raging hard-on.
You beckon to the first one. He grins as only a wolf can. His cock is huge. You swallow hard at the thought of it spreading you open.
The others stroke their erections in anticipation as they watch him approach you, reaching out to cup your breast as he appraises his next move.
Ghost isn't allowed to be around you on duty. You're uncertain what happened, but Price reassigned him and now he's avoiding you.
You found out by accident that Ghost was caught masturbating in the dormitories with a pair of your knickers on his face. If you hadn't so meticulously labeled your undergarments, no one would've known.
He makes eye contact with you in the common room. He smiles.
You can't help but smile back, looking away as you feel the heat pulsing between your legs.
His smile fades as you motion toward the door in the direction of your wing of the dormitories.
He crosses the room faster than expected. Like a good boy he waits to be invited. You snap your fingers and he follows.
Price doesn't need to know. He was just looking out for you.
However, you need to look after your own needs. You've seen the sizeable bulge in Ghost's trousers. He'll test your flexibility tonight. Your stamina. You need him to fuck you with that hog of a cock until you can't think.
But first, you'll make him watch as you play with yourself. Make him beg.
You didn't think you could ever call someone daddy.
Twelve hours ago you couldn't imagine him pulling your panties aside and pushing his bare length against your opening until you cried out as he slid all the way in up to his balls.
You could've cried out absolutely anything.
Anything at all.
But instead you uttered the one name you swore you'd never say.
...Daddy...
Then he came inside you. He didn't mean to. It just happened.
He waits until he firms up again, swelling inside you. Then he thrusts.
You close your eyes, moaning his newfound moniker. Only you get to call him that.
It was just a weird little thing about the town and surrounding countryside. Werewolves have always lived here. You're not one of them, but you enjoy their company, especially the males. They were always sniffing around you, even in their human form. You always felt desired, flattered, but you never took any of them up on their offers to take you as a mate.
You moved away immediately after graduation, trying to forget about your unusual upbringing.
Most nights, you dreamed of losing your virginity to a room full of werewolves. You woke up soaked and shaking every time. You tried to forget, but your body never forgave you for moving away without giving at least one of them a chance.
Some years later, you return to the town you once called home. It feels just the same, right down to the blinking stoplight at the center of town.
Within an hour, word got around, as though they were waiting for your return.
You accept an invitation to a party. You could use a little company tonight, and it would be nice to see some familiar faces.
When you arrive, it doesn't take long to notice you're the only woman in the house. The room is filled with a dozen suitors you recall from when you were 18. They want you to choose one of them as your mate.
Nervously, you agree to catch up with each of them with some friendly conversation, similar to speed dating, you tell yourself.
Individual chitchat turns into kissing and jealous stares, then bickering as the men growl and bare their teeth at each other, all on the verge of changing into their wolf forms in frustration.
To avoid bloodshed, you invoke an ancient werewolf ritual reserved for women who cannot choose between two or more potential mates: You demand that they take turns fucking you in their wolf form. After you've experienced each wolf for a few minutes, you'll choose one among them to knot you. The knotting wolf will be your mate.
The math is dizzying as you realize you have almost two hours of fucking before you get to choose one to knot you, then the other Wolves will suckle at your breasts as you mate's knot ensures his seed stays sealed in your womb for twenty minutes after.
To add a little fairness you cover your eyes as they change so you can't tell who is who while they compete for your favor.
After all, you're supposed to choose them based on sexual prowess, right? Your insides tighten and pulse as you remove your clothes and open your eyes.
You take a deep breath at the sight of a room full of muscled werewolves, each with a raging hard-on.
You beckon to the first one. He grins as only a wolf can. His cock is huge. You swallow hard at the thought of it spreading you open.
The others stroke their erections in anticipation as they watch him approach you, reaching out to cup your breast as he appraises his next move.
He didn't say as much, but you can tell by the way he fucks you. No man thrusts as he does without wanting a very specific outcome.
***
In the beginning of your relationship, you confided that hormonal birth control is not an option for various reasons. He nodded, suggesting that you just keep using rubbers indefinitely.
You took a deep breath, assuming he would get frustrated, as the others did. Unable or unwilling to go without a condom, it didn't matter to them. They moved on.
Simon didn't.
One night, in the heat of the most intense orgasm of your life, you demanded that he remove the rubber. He stopped thrusting, silent as he regarded you in the dark, eyes shining. Your stomach sank at the realization that you may have put him off. He pulled out, his large cock leaving you feeling empty.
You covered your eyes with one hand and swore under your breath, convinced he might leave. Your eyes snapped open at the audible snick of him stripping off the rubber and tossing it aside. He pushed your thighs apart and buried his tip in your opening as he asked if you're sure.
As you said yes, he pushed in all the way, the bottom of your lungs feeling bruised at the rough intrusion. He felt bigger, as though the condom were limiting his size. You were finally experiencing his full girth, tears prickling at your eyes as you held onto him for dear life.
So big.
***
Simon's not worn a condom since.
He comes against your cervix every night. Sometimes again in the morning.
You've forgotten to mark the first day of your last menstrual cycle on the calendar.
You meet one of your father's old army buddies in a pub, but you nor he realize you have an existing mutual connection.
When you were a kid, Dad talked about this officer named Ghost and his deadly, ruthless exploits. This is an older man named Simon. You never put two and two together. And neither does he.
He says he's 44. You don't dare tell him you're only 19. You lie. You're 21, as far as he's concerned.
From zero to calling each other "daddy" and "princess" within hours, you're laying on his bed in a £2million flat while he gently takes your virginity.
Are you interested in Ghost getting reader pregnant, caring for her through pregnancy, and then comforting her during childbirth? In sum, breedingkink!Ghost.
Choose one and reblog for sample size. I want to make sure the fandom is interested...
The 4-part Ghost non-con series is a stand-alone story.
For each strory I write, consider it a separate AU unless I say otherwise, e.g. "these are the events that came after [previous blurb hyperlink]" or "part 8 of [previous hyperlink]", etc.
I use my work breaktime to write, so I don't want to check for continuity while writing a longer series, though I've written much longer fics in my previous life.
You never gave him a key, but somehow he's already in your flat most nights, waiting for you.
Some nights he's making dinner for you when you arrive, asking how your day was and, were it not for the mask, giving off otherwise domestic vibes that seem out of place. Tears spring to your eyes on nights like these. It isn't real. Later, he fucks you with a confusing tenderness that makes you angry. This isn't real.
Other nights, he's waiting in the dark when you arrive. You think you're alone, a little sad to make dinner for one, but relieved to be alone with your thoughts. He grabs you before you can turn on the lights. Taking you to the floor, he yanks down your pants, tearing your knickers. He spits on his hand, strokes his cock twice, then shoves his length into you. He always shushes you right before he fucks you hard. He's so rough. Your body is covered in bruises the next day. He acts surprised when he sees them the next night, as though he didn't know.
Weeks go by. You've long stopped trying to scream during the rough sessions.
He was right. It hurts less when you don't fight back.
One night, after one of his tender sessions, he asks if you've taken a test. You shake your head.
The next day you find two small boxes on the kitchen table. Pregnancy tests. You leave the flat without touching them. "Fuck you, Ghost," you mutter under your breath as you leave.
That night, you arrive home to find the lights turned off, even the one you specifically leave on for security purposes.
You draw your sidearm and decide it's time you cleared the flat, once and for all. No more surprises. No more of...whatever the fuck this is. It ends tonight.
You level your weapon at a man-shaped shadow seated in the big chair across the sitting room.
"He won't bother you anymore."
It's not Ghost's voice. You blink hard, confused, arms still raised, finger grazing the trigger.
"Who are you?" you demand through gritted teeth.
"Doesn’t matter. The men you know as 'Ghost' were apprehended this afternoon. I'm just here to give you the good news."
The unknown man stands up and walks past you. Certainly you must have misheard him. He misspoke.
"Men?"
Something metal clatters on the table as the man walks past the kitchen. Two keys. They look familiar. Identical. It's then that you realize they're copies of the key to your flat.
The man stands in front of the open door leading to the exterior walkway, backlit by the evening sun, his face unknowable in the gloom of his own shadow.
"They're brothers. Similar in size, build. Both wear the same mask. They've been raping women for years across Britain. Finally caught up to them."
"Why now?"
"Stayed in one place too long, perhaps. Here," he hands you a card with a number on it. "Come in when you're ready to give a statement. We've sufficient evidence from their prior offenses, but...it may be good for you to contribute as well. Goodnight, miss."
You stand in your kitchen, staring at the front door for some time. The anger is overwhelming. At the police, Ghost, and yourself. You lean over the sink to vomit, your sidearm clattering heavily against the tile.
Two keys. Two men.
You open your phone to search for locksmith services. You turn to vomit again.
When you turn back around, the two unopened tests stare back at you from beside the keys on the table.
