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And he’s not really sure he does have a choice in this—the werewolf has fangs that can rip his throat out and claws that would disembowel him without a second thought. Whatever it is that the werewolf wants with him, he’ll give it if it means he lives through this night.
Perhaps the werewolf picks up on this attitude somehow, because its head ducks down to lick at the fine trail of golden hairs below his belly button and Kiran can’t help but gasp, hips jolting up at the sensation, dreadful anticipation filling him.
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You can’t deny the creature is real anymore.
You try to run, but he grabs your arm and pulls you back toward him. You struggle uselessly against his firm grip. He’s at least two feet taller than you, with an arsenal of deadly weapons—claws that could shred your skin, hooves that could trample you, teeth that could rip your throat open.
You stop struggling, your words tumbling out, high-pitched and frantic. “Please don’t kill me.”
He lets go of you but stays close. “I can’t kill the one I’m bound to.”
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You accidentally release a trapped demon, and now he's bound to serve you. Neither of you are happy about it.
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When walls crack, so do we (Ghost/Soap/reader) by Pilsh
Fandoms: Call of Duty (Video Games)
03 May 2026
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The world went to shit a while ago and you've been surviving on your own ever since. One day, when scavenging for supplies, you run into a group of soldiers who are not too keen to let you go. They swear their intentions are pure but can you really trust them? You hope so, because it doesn't seem like you have much of a choice.
AKA: reader gets kidnapped by 141 because they are lonely and horny! Rape is mentioned as it is a realistic threat in this AU but there will be no noncon or dubcon in this story
A/N: tags will be added as I go, explicit work, minors DNI
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Johnny’s knee injury forces him to leave the military behind, leading him to a new life in forensic science. His new job introduces him to Ghost–the serial killer who leaves a trail of corpses in his wake, and who seems to have taken quite a liking to Johnny.
And as much as he knows he shouldn't enjoy it, Johnny can't help but bask in the attention.
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A dark, hooded figure emerged from the dense snowstorm, growing far too tall as it approached. You shuffled back weakly in the bloodstained snow and winced as you jostled the trap clamped on your boot.
“What is this?” the man’s voice rumbled, muffled behind his mask. “You are…not what I expected to catch today.” He crouched and cupped your cheek reverently, as if you were a tiny creature whose delicate bones would snap at a too-rough touch.
You flinched at first — but he was warm, so warm.
“You are very far from home, aren’t you, Kleines Häschen?” he mused, honeyed words drawn out slowly as you relaxed into his palm. “Come, let me tend to your wound. Rest by my fire, just for a little while.”
The man scooped you up from the snow, unresisting. Sleep whispered sweet temptation as you were cradled to his chest, lulled by the blood loss and his steady steps. You gave in to the beckoning darkness, and allowed your heavy lids to close, like he said—
just for a little while.