The Modern Warfare 2 Collection │MW2 x Reader

MW2 w/ a Sex Slave

Warnings: 18+, Implied Initial Dubious Consent, Stomach Swelling, Cum Inflation, Unprotected Sex, Degradation, Slut-Shaming, Victim Blaming, Mean MW2, Rough MW2, Gentle MW2, Sex Slave! Reader, Kidnapping, Dark Fic !!!, Captive/Captor Relationship, Mention of Pregnancy, Implied Contraceptives, Implied Stockholm Syndrome, Kidnapping, Descriptions of Smut, No Pronouns Used For Reader Except You.

♡ MW who saw you shopping alone once and decided they had to have you, following you home and slapping a soaked rag over your mouth and nose before you could scream.

♡ MW whose intentions with you are unclear. Until you notice the bulge in their trousers and the purr in their voices, their provocations, as they watch you writhe against the restraints, watch you helplessly struggle against a fate they've already decided for you.

♡ Ghost, König and Soap are the roughest with you, often the ones to just tear your pants off when they're desperate, filling you not long after.

♡ They're rarely gentle, instead opting to take you raw and use you for their own ends, slamming their hips into yours as they call you their 'Cumdump' until you hear them release a guttural roar, emptying days' worth of hot semen inside you.

♡ Your first time with Ghost almost left you feeling like you were about to burst with how backed-up he was, his balls bulbous and slapping the skin of your backside red and raw with each thrust, primal in his disposition as all he could do was growl, your body tight around him, driving him over the edge of frenzy.

♡ He'd made sure to leave his mark on you, the prominent bulge in your stomach slowly deflating as he pulled out and his semen leaked out of you, his teeth marks embedded deep into the juncture of your shoulder and throat, bruising you.

♡ And while Soap and Ghost's loads are somewhat palatable given how frequently they use you, how little time passes between when they last had you and when they'll take you again, König almost always leaves you feeling like you're about to rupture.

♡ Given his height, he's the biggest of all your captors. Not only that, but his cock is thick enough to leave you feeling like you have rocks in your stomach whenever he forces himself into you, his strokes long and pounding, making sure you feel every inch of him.

♡ And just like Soap and Ghost, he's degrading. Merciless.

♡ "Pretty little whore – only good for being used and fucked," he pants, a cruel smile hidden beneath his veil as he slams into you, making you yelp. "I bet you wanted us to follow you home – wanted to be used as nothing more than the dumb cockslut you are."

♡ Price, Gaz and Alejandro are a lot more gentle, understanding that, while you're there solely for their pleasure, you're still fragile. Human.

♡ They're soft and slow with their thrusts, giving you time to adjust to their size before continuing.

♡ Whenever they're being intimate with you, they try to comfort you as best they can. A stark contrast to Ghost and Soap's incessant name-calling, degrading and claims that you're their "Good little slut whose only use is to take what we give you."

♡ They'll stroke your hair, press their forehead to your shoulder (only to feel you tense beneath them, anticipating a love bite or harsh suck) — anything to try and make you feel less like you're a sex slave and more like a friend with benefits.

♡ They'll ease you onto them, telling you you're "Doing so well, Love," as your nails drag down their back, insides spasming as your body tries to accommodate their girth.

♡ Of course, you worried the first few times they had their way with you that their pumping you full of their seed would leave you pregnant.

♡ However, they always provided you with means of preventing that.

♡ But, much to your horror, you felt as if they'd impregnated you with an idea, a feeling.

♡ That being that you enjoyed what they were doing to you, ravaging you, pumping you full of their load until they were satisfied and your stomach was swelling.

♡ And while your sanity tried to reason your way through your acceptance — that you were being held prisoner by literal military-men-turned-kidnappers — your mind, for better or worse, didn't care.

♡ Not when they were providing for you, bringing you luxury food, clothes, anything your heart desires — things you were certain would be nigh impossible to obtain were you working an ordinary 9-5.

♡ Or, perhaps you were rationalising your willingness to stay here with them, to live as their human sperm bank, reduced to an existence of bending to the will of militant captors whose semen dripped down your thighs, whose hands forced your face into pillows or made you bounce on their cocks while looking at them, giving you a glimpse into their eyes, the monsters they hid behind a veneer of humanity; whose stamina and strength leaves you whining, crying and almost begging for more whenever they finished, more often than not forcing orgasms out of you, making you push back into them, body willing to take every ounce of their cum and inch of their cocks.

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