#cod oc x male oc

[the-whispers-of-death]

A little something for the soulmate AU. This was supposed to be finished a while ago, but I only just now got the motivation to finish. But yay for me getting in practice with writing Kali and Stone's actual names when writing.

@jupiter-reimagined here is my contribution to the soulmate AU.

TW: Brief Mention of Child Abuse

Wordcount: 1,587 words

Ashok was just exiting the gym when his beeper beeped in his back pocket. Knowing it was most likely Vikram, he pulled out the beeper and he saw just a message with the coordinates of the house the military rented for Vikram while he was on deployment.

He knew without needing more context that his friend wanted him to come and probably needed to talk. And while most people would be annoyed by being called upon for seemingly no reason, Ashok knew he was basically Vikram's only friend and he knew that Vikram cared about him just as much as he cared about Vikram.

So he quickly sent the code they had previously established many years ago which would be decoded to basically say that he was on his way. After the code sent, he put the beeper back in his pocket and exited the gym, heading to his car.

Thankfully, the gym Ashok goes to wasn't far from the military housing where Vikram is (and thankfully Ashok lives in that same area too since he too is on deployment), so it didn't take him too long to arrive. Soon, he parked his car in the driveway and got out.

He waved to a neighbor of Vikram's before walking onto the porch and knocking on the door in the special knock Vikram had give him in order to know it was Ashok: four knocks in quick succession followed by a lone knock two seconds after the four knocks. He stood there, waiting for Vikram to open the door.

The multiple locks Vikram had personally put on the door were unlocked, Ashok seeing Vikram's brown eye peeking through the little crack he opened before seeing it was indeed Ashok and opening the door fully. Ashok stepped inside, taking off his shoes and putting them near the door automatically.

Vikram's house was sparse, filled with only the furniture that the military furnished their houses with. There were no personal touches to the place besides Vikram's medical bag on the counter in the kitchen and spices on another counter in the kitchen.

There was minimalism and then there was Vikram, but it wasn't his fault. Ashok knew full well that Vikram's father was a bastard who raised Vikram to only be a soldier and to Vikram's father, soldiers didn't need personal things.

Though, Ashok also knew there was a journal hidden somewhere, or maybe Vikram kept that in his office in the base hospital where he was stationed.

"I thought you were starting to put more personal touches on your house?" Ashok asked after looking around, his eyes going to look at his friend.

Vikram was taller than Ashok at six-foot-eight (whereas Ashok was at six-foot-six) and he had many scars that marred him head to toe, a symbol of how little Vikram thought of himself as he had gotten most of the scars from diving in front of others to take what would've been their injuries. He looked the same as always at first glance, until Ashok saw Vikram's arm was bandaged.

Another scar to add to the collection, Ashok thought, his heart hurting at the sight of Vikram's bandaged arm.

Ashok didn't have any time to comment on the bandaged arm, however, as Vikram moved to the kitchen while he answered Ashok's question.

"I am putting more personal touches on my house," Vikram said, his deep voice that was usually cold and harsh softening just a little bit due to being in the presence of his friend. He grabbed a glass and gave Ashok some water. "But this is not my house, it's just the house the military rented for me. I'll never see this place again when my deployment is over. No point in adding any personal touches."

Classic Vikram, honestly. He never settled down when he was on deployment, he barely unpacked his clothes whenever he got to somewhere new. They always stayed in his bag, folded neatly.

Ashok took the offered glass, nodding in appreciation. "At least you're trying to put more of your own style in the house in the States," he replied, pride in his voice. "I'm proud of you."

Like he expected the taller man to do, Vikram shifted slightly on his feet, the only hint of surprise he showed at hearing the words "I'm proud of you." He wasn't used to hearing such things, which was why Ashok tried to tell Vikram that as much as possible.

Vikram grunted in response, looking away from Ashok briefly. "That's not what I called you here for though." His words reminded Ashok that he wasn't here solely for a social visit.

"You didn't really call me, you beeped me." he teased, a grin forming on his face as he saw Vikram roll his eyes. He sat down at the dining table, becoming serious again. "Okay, sit. Tell me what you need to talk to me about, I'm all ears, Vik."

"I want to ask Sylvester out," Vikram answered as soon as he sat down. His posture was rigid as always, but he seemed nervous at the prospect of asking someone out, the slightest tremor in his hands before he steadied them as they rested on the table.

Sylvester was Vikram's soulmate, a single father of two that he had met while grocery shopping and who lived in the very same city the base Vikram was stationed at was at the edge of. He was older than Vikram and Ashok, but that didn't stop Vikram from loving that man as soon as he laid eyes on Sylvester.

Ashok chuckled, resting his chin in the palm of his hand. "Oh, you're finally going to ask him out, huh?" he asked, amused at Vikram's nervousness. "I thought you were going to just hold in the love you feel for him and never ask him out."

Of course Vikram was nervous, he had never been on a date, had never even let himself fall in love with someone before Sylvester. He knew basically nothing, or at the least very little, about dating. He had always been too busy being the "perfect" soldier.

Vikram had missed out on so much in his younger years, but it was better late than never.

Vikram glared at Ashok, kicking the shorter man under the table, and not gently at that. "Are you going to help me or not?" he asked, unamused. His eyes grew distant for a brief second, thinking before coming back to reality.

"Do you think I should write a letter asking Sylvester out?"

"No!" Ashok blurted out before he think to say it a bit nicer. He shook his head, calming down enough to lower his voice. "No, Vik. This is a serious matter and you wouldn't want your letter to get lost. You need to call him, it's much better, trust me."

They both got up, Ashok gently leading Vikram to the landline the house had. He was tempted to give Vikram his phone to call, but he knew Stone didn't like holding smartphones, even if a smartphone was the work phone the military gave them.

"Be sincere and make it clear that it's a date you're asking him out on," Ashok advised as Vikram picked up the landline phone and started dialing. "You know what type of a date you want to go on with him?"

Vikram nodded and lifted the phone to his ear, hearing it ring.

Ashok knew Vikram's heart was beating rapidly in his chest, nervous to be speaking to the man he thought about constantly. He could tell because the taller man was starting to glance all around the living room, too nervous to look at one single thing.

Vikram cleared his throat before speaking. "Hello, Sylvester? This is Vikram, I'm calling on my landline," he said, Ashok noting just how calm the other man sounded.

It was almost impressive, if not for the knowledge that Vikram's stoicism was something that was literally beaten into him. Ashok longed for the day that Vikram's stoicism was something he only relied on while working, for when he absolutely needed to not show any emotion.

"Uh, no. No, it's not that," he replied, his confidence wavering. He glanced at Ashok who was nodding in encouragement for him to keep going. "I was wondering if you would like to go on a date with me? Somewhere with no food, of course. Unless you want to come over for dinner."

Ashok knew the silence between Vikram's question and Sylvester's answer was secretly killing the taller man. He knew from previous conversations that Vikram was very scared of Sylvester deciding he wasn't good enough as a soulmate and leaving for someone better. It was something that haunted the taller man, made him fear getting close to most people.

Thankfully, Sylvester seemed to answer, because Ashok could see Vikram relax ever so slightly, no doubt hearing a "Yes" from his soulmate. He watched Vikram nod before he realized Sylvester couldn't see him.

Vikram looked away from Ashok, trying hard to not see the amused stare Ashok gave him. "A museum date it is. When are you free?" He walked away, walking into his bedroom for some privacy.

Ashok stayed in the living room, sitting down on the couch to wait for Vikram. As he waited, his eyes went down to his arm, looking at the compass. His eyes widened, seeing the compass needle shift just a little.

Huh, seemed like Vikram wouldn't be the only one who'd meet his soulmate.

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[simonz-angel]

vampire!simon with his newest angel

his nose cranes, sliding along the soft of your throat. it’s horrible, his cock twitching and mouth watering at the sweeetttt smell of your blood. you’re so warm, your blood running nice n hot, pumping your heart full of the thick, savory crimson.

“i’m so hungry,” he groans, blunt rolling up his coarse throat. you’ve got him on the edge, so desperate to sink his pretty canines deep into the vital arteries of your throat. he wants so badly to suck you clean, leave you limp and on the edge of life. “let me have a taste, please, baby? i’ll be gentle, please?”

his cold, pale lips press a whine across your shoulder, tongue gliding up your neck just to have you nervously gulping, to bring your heart racing. he’s pumping you up just to take, to feed off you.

“just a taste, si…”

[blood-smiles]

𝐁𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐓 ⊹₊⟡⋆

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄!𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 - TW: Gore description at the end of the chapter . icky stuff, reader has a little bit of androphobia .

ׂ╰┈➤ Ever since you were a little kid you dreamed of being a nurse, any kind of nurse, you really just wanted to help for the greater cause. Was it you trying to indulge a savior complex? Perhaps.

Now that you were in fact at camp, training under a more experienced nurse you came to realize that this place was so so much worse than you expected.

These soldiers were no walk in the park, many of them were traumatized from war, sometimes even refusing to take their medicine because it would numb their pain, the only thing that let them know that they were in fact alive.

It broke your heart.

Then came the harassment, some shouted and tried to swipe at you, doing all they could to keep you away from them. sometimes it was just lustful men, not seeing a woman in so long causing them to grow impatient, some would grab you, look you up and down like a fresh piece of meat. Ugh, disgusting.

You hauled around a basket full of medicine and fresh gauze, turning and weaving through the make shift hospital until reaching a white tent .

You unzipped the “door” and shimmied inside the tent, two people came into view, you greeted your senior nurse and the injured soldier politely.

The nurse turned around, clasping her hands together in what seemed a pleading gesture.

“Oh! (Y/N) there you are, can you take over this one for me? There’s another man badly injured in another tent.”

What? No, please don’t leave me with him!

You sent a pathetic look to the other nurse, begging her not to leave you all alone.

You turned your gaze over to the man sitting on the stretcher, the grip on your basket growing tighter.

He was fucking huge, his body being muscular and tall at the same time. His face obscured by dirtied bandages, all sorts of grime and dried blood splashed on his bandages like faded watercolor.

The nurse gave you a soft pat on the shoulder as she left in a haste.

You cleared your throat, shrugging off the discomfort in your system and getting to work swiftly.

You approached the sink, letting the cold water run over your skin, allowing the soap suds to cleanse the impurities and leave a fresh and pure exterior.

You patted your hands against a paper towel and grabbed the basket containing the various first aid equipment.

“I’m (Y/N) and I will be your nurse for today.” The practiced words rolled off your tongue smoothly, although your expression betrayed your confident rambling.

The man glanced up at you, steely blue-grey eyes glaring at you through golden eyelashes.

You swallowed thickly, quickly observing his physical state, you could point out two or three injuries. But with his face covered you can barely make out if he needs anything to be done on his face.

“I need to remove your bandages to clean injuries below them.” You folded your hands in front of your stomach, furrowing your brows while waiting for him to shout at you.

But the boisterous voice never came, instead a soft grunt answered along with the shuffling of fabric.

The dirtied bandages coiled around his neck, draping over his shoulders as he nodded his head to get his hair out of his vision.

You gazed at his features.. He was beautiful. 

Not the delicate flower type of beauty, not something to be gently handled or protected. It was more like a rough, jagged beauty, alike to the beauty of a rusted, jagged claymore, flowers curled along its hilt and blade.

Blonde hair curled in between his eyebrows in a sort of X shape. His features were strong and sharp, his expression stony and serious. His slightly tanned skin decorated with scars and small cuts.

“Are there any serious injuries you have right now?” 

The man rolled up his stained tank top to reveal bandages wrapped around his ribs, light pink stains splashed on the surface of the yellowed bandages.

You took a deep breath, putting some gloves on to begin inspecting the wound.

You slowly unraveled the bandages, revealing a half-scabbed half-fresh wound underneath, you glanced up at the large man to get a look at how well he was fairing with the pain.

Only the slightest twitch of his eyebrow and the soft flushing along his cheekbones were telling you that he was feeling pain.

He glanced down at you, pupils dilating for a moment before looking entirely away.

After a little you made sure to send him on his way, his right side was wrapped in bandages and thoroughly disinfected.

You made sure to clean the minor cuts on his face too, medical tape covering some of them.

You grabbed your clipboard, recording his visit today and a simple report on what was done.

“Can you give me your whole name and birthdate?” You asked softly, glancing down at the white boxed paper.

“February 14.” His accented voice answered, folding his old bandages in his own hand.

“..Marcelle Briar.” He glanced at you from the corner of his eye shyly.

“Alright, I believe that is it..” you muttered, taking out some pain killers and handing them to him “You can take two every six hours to keep down the pain.. Is there anything else you wanted to speak about?” 

Marcelle looked up from his hands, gently taking your in his, 

“Yes, right here.” He placed your hand over his chest, right over his heart, it was erratically beating against his ribcage almost as if it were about to jump out of his tórax and run off.

“Every time I look at you. My heart.. em.. how do you say..? Fast.” He explained, pressing your hand into his chest even more.

His cheeks were flushed a red tint, small sweat suds forming over his scarred skin.

You laughed nervously, prying your hand away from his relaxed, soft muscles.

Your ears were beginning to feel warmer, how do you explain this to him without outright embarrassing him?

You started “Erm.. Well—“

“Lieutenant cottontail!! There you are.” Another deep voice cut you off as he stepped into the tent.

“..Salvador.” 

It was another burly man of Marcelle’s size, big muscular and intimidating handsome..

But this one was a stark contrast to him, he seemed more extroverted and.. louder, you suppose.

His black hair fell over his face loosely, styled in a messy half-up-half-down type of way.

His gaze shifted to you, eyes widening just a little bit, giving you a curious look.

“hello there.. sorry for the intrusion, muñeca.” He waved at you, his shoulders relaxed.

You stayed quiet, before just nodding your head. 

“You must be the new nurse, right?” He walked closer to you, you tried to ignore how his boots were tracking blood and mud into the sterile tent..

“C-correct.” He leaned down to your level for a moment, observing you intently for a moment, his dark eyes narrowed.

You were about to pop a blood vessel, you could hear the blood pumping through your ears frantically, did you do something wrong? Why was he looking at you like that?

“..You’re pretty cute.” He whispered to himself before he backed away completely, swiveling around to greet the blonde man on the cot.

“We have a new unit of rookies, cmon.” The new man(Salvador) motioned with his head for the other male to get moving.

“See you around, (Y/N).” The black haired one bid his goodbye with a nod of his head and a pat to your head.

The blonde one stared at you for a second, you swear you saw the corners of his lips twitch up slightly before muttering a farewell too.

…

Marcelle might have been struck with Cupid’s arrow. Unfortunately it seemed that he wasn’t the only one under the mischievous cherub’s control.

his “friend” had been shot too. Marcelle could tell, Salvador was laidback and a good personality, complete contrast to him but even with that arrogant exterior Salvador adored to display, Marcelle knew that something changed.

When he spoke to you the tips of his ears were slightly flushed, he toned down his prideful side too, truly a miracle. 

as far as Marcelle knew, Salvador loathed physical touch. However he didn’t hesitate to brush against you. Male-Whore.

And what did the blonde man do this whole time? Seethe as he watched the interaction. He was pushing 34 years old and he was still too shy to speak to a girl. Pathetic.

He now had competition, he hoped that it was just a puppy crush and would lay over and be forgotten by Salvador and him.

Oh how wrong he was.

…

It had been a while since you begun to feel at home at base, and now you had.. friends, you suppose.

Those two soldiers were becoming close to your heart, both of them paying you almost daily visits, gifting you small trinkets they found and wild flowers from their outings.

Salvador liked giving you flowers, especially red ones for some reason, he was the more flirtatious one out of the pair, but you just laughed it off. not like he could have feelings for a puny person like you, could he? He was probably playing with you..

God, are you dense or do you think he doesn’t like you? Salvador has tried everything, he has flirted, shown that you are special to HIM, he has gotten rid of all the nuisances, he literally worships the ground you walk on and you still don’t get that he is hopelessly I love with you?!

Marcelle was sweet, you honestly didn’t expect it from him, he always had an annoyed look and seemed milliseconds away from tearing your head off your shoulders clean.

But he was.. basically a human sized teddy bear—at least towards you. He liked physical proximity(surprisingly), gently hugging your head closer to his chest, burying his nose into your hair, you name it.

Salvador never had any of it, shooting nasty looks at Marcelle and muttering jabs at him, They were both like two brothers fighting over a plushie.

Somehow they both would always end up hugging a part of your body after bickering for a while.

Lately there has been various soldier deaths, strangely enough they were men you knew, both in your good and not so good graces.

They were admitted into the infirmary for life threatening wounds and most of the time died due to blood loss or a punctured organ.

It was traumatic. Having to drag the body out and into a sealed bag to the corresponding family.

Your ears pricked at the sound of screams, you were used to hearing those cries for help. You learned throughout so many years that you were to mind your business, not to investigate and much less wander near the forest.

Bloodcurdling screams resounded from the woods, only the birds and bears present to hear the sound of death.

A blonde man grabbed onto the lower jaw of the bloodied man lying on the floor, thick fingers lodging onto the frenulum of his mouth.

The sound of cartilage tearing reached his ears, a sick laugh reverberating from his chest as blood streamed out the injured soldiers mouth.

“Fancy seeing you here.” A lax voice sounded from behind Marcelle.

Salvador dragged a body with him, creating a dark trail of guts and blood on the dirt flooring.

The man Marcelle was finishing with flailed and cried on the ground, his tongue sticking out from his mouth as there was no more jaw to hang on to.

He flailed for help to the black haired fellow, only for his hopes to be crushed when he started laughing at his misery.

“I know this guy. He groped (Y/N) did he not?” Salvador cracked a rare smile, walking up to the male on the floor and landing a powerful kick to his gut.

Blood gurgled out his mouth, eyes wide as he stared up at both of the devils with fear.

Marcelle scoffed, nodding his head as he placed his foot on his head, applying pressure on hid frontal lobe until it exploded.

Making a mess of blood and brains under his black boot, even after death Marcelle had decided he hadn’t had enough though.

Lifting his leg he stomped down on his head, over and over. And over. And over again.

The deceased man’s face was unrecognizable, being pulverized into the soil as only remnants of skin and meat suggested there was a head on his body once.

Marcelle ripped his name off his uniform, taking out his lighter and burning it.

Salvador threw his own body next to the headless corpse, nudging it with his foot lightly before spitting on the corpses.

“Let’s go. (Y/N) is waiting for us.” Marcelle mumbled, eyeing the bodies one last time before leaving.

You enjoyed your lunch with both the soldiers. But you couldn’t help but notice the slight red tint to Marcelle’s usually honey blonde hair. The red under Salvador’s nails scared you, but you just figured they must have hurt themselves.

You tried to ignore the insanity behind the pair’s eyes as they stared at you, they were looking at you as if they had placed their hearts on silver platters and were waiting for you to take them.

You just smiled, thinking it was just your mind playing tricks on you from exhaustion. Sadly that wasn’t the case. ♡

[eccentricallygothic]

simon riley is the type of grumpy overindulging older boyfriend who always tells you that you need to grow up and not be so pampered and spoilt because one should be prepared to survive in the world as you never know what will happen (one of those ‘what if i am not here one day because something happened to me’ overreacting oldies) but will also let you put everything you pick out of your plate into his own because some veggies/pickable ingredients are too ewie and he facilitates because he can't say no to your pouting and whining, will do everything for you because you're just a baby ‘tsk, give it here, kid’ and will most certainly carry you around like one. hes a hypocrite

[oddlylovingaddiction]

ANGST WARNING CAUSE I LIKE TO SEE MYSELF SUFFER…

Men who don’t have the heart to break up with you, so they just stop. Stop the love, the touches, the time, all of the small things. Maybe it’s because they don’t want to do those things anymore or they’re too busy to do all the nice little things like before. But it all just stops.

“Hey babe! Wanna hang out today?” You happily say to him but he can’t be bothered to look at you. “Sorry, I’m just a bit busy okay? Maybe later.” You nod, understanding. But that ‘maybe later’ turns into hours, days, weeks and months. His usual time with you is just…. Gone. The amount of kisses also stopped like his time with you. “I’m just a bit busy.” When you tried to kiss him as he rushed to work or wherever else he had to be.

That’s when the feeling started. The deep, deep, pit of anxiety. That unknowing sensation of where you feel sort of ghost like. You didn’t want to admit it…

“Hey baby! Want to watch a movie with me?” You smile at him as you sit on the couch, it’s pretty late at night as he enters your shared apartment after finishing his work. “No thanks, I’m just going to head to bed.” He replies coldly as he just goes straight into your shared bedroom without a glance your way.

You just sit there, the TV drowns out. Your heartbeat quickens. You try to fight away the fear clawing at your throat and eyes. You just can’t admit it…

When you go to pick him up from his job as a surprise you catch him talking about you with his co-workers. “Hey how’s your relationship doing man?” One of his friends asks, his answer causes your heart to drop from your hiding place where you’re eavesdropping. “Oh. It’s been.. okay but to be honest I’ve been thinking of ending it recently.” He blandly replies with an awkward laugh. You can hear his friends gather around to comfort him and encourage him to do what he feels is right.

With that you run out of the building and get in your car, driving away from his workplace.

That’s when the chocked out sobs start. Tears spill as you sob. At some point you have to pull over and park because the tears keep making it hard to see.

I guess now you can finally admit it.

Finally admit that the love has stopped.

It’s all over.

Feel free to imagine whoever you want!

[thegnomelord]

Shark

- 🦈

(Brainrot time! Blame dougielovelove for their new work. Had a bit of a bad day and i usually dont write spicy things

This one can be set in monster au. Readers a captain of a whole different task force meant for oceanic endevours. Im talkin the readers a shark hybird (biased) their lieutenant a whale hybird, sergent an orca or a pufferfish, their newest recurits a fuckin salmon, the works.

They're close knit, heck even poly if you want. Price and the Reader meet through connections with Laswell. They find out they hav the same target, price is stubborn and wont drop the mission, despite how most of his team is not suited for water.

Reader respects it and they work really well together. A bit too well, even to the point theyre considering merging the teams.

Completely honest, Price is starting to fall for their fellow captain. I mean how can you not, they've swooped in and saved them countless times, preventing the oceans waters from completely swallowing them in the dark abyss.

Not to mention his sergents and lieutenant are just the cutest, so eager to do well and work together with his own. Just protective instincts, hit him to the point hes pickin everyone up and scentin them. They're his hoard now.

Reader and Price are settleing paper work in his office. Readers busy writing down important information and signing off reports, but price cant help but stare. How swift his hands move as each words is made and written, how tight his claws grip the pen with every small minisucle flick of the pen.

He hiccups a small flame when their fellow captain decided to extravagantly spin his pen when he trys to recall the missing info. How smooth it moves between his blackened fingers, swirling and turning flipping all between nimble and flexible rough- and hes hard.

Reader realizes Price is distracted, before he can call out their name, he glances down just to see whats got him so wrapped up in his mind.

Now all i can think about is Reader forcing Price to focus and finish his paperwork while hes got both his assets shoved up his ass. Price is just a mess, making his paperwork a completely unusable. Yet, the reader still wants him to finish, becuase if he dosent Price definitely wont.

Or they decide to have some fun, release the pent up desire the poor dragons been keeping buried. A soilder be it 141 or be from the readers own team, walks in. Can't help but love how the stoic draconic captain looks so small and pathetic under his co-leader. Joining in on the fun just to see how wrecked this great leader can get.)

Okay, this is cool and my horny is up but I made a few changes as I like characters to be more mythological and just animal hybrids, though those are cool too

CW:NSFW, quick and rough, subbot Price, Gaz, Oc sergeant, domtop reader

Price loves you. But you are one cruel bastard.

Those big rough hands of yours trace his taught belly, webbed fingers making a shiver crawl up his spine and stealing what little thoughts are left in his head as one of your hands trails down the smooth scales of his tail. "Come on dear captain, just a few more pages to go." You purr, chest rumbling against his back like the thrum of an engine, your lips tickling his pointy earlobe.

Price swears he's going to die; pants around his ankles and legs spread, stretched so wide on both of your shafts he can feel your heartbeat by the way your cocks twitch against his walls, each labored breath making his hole clench down desperately, his own hard cocks left hard and unattended.

It would be one thing if you claimed him like he wants you to, pushed him flat on the desk and fucked into him like he's nothing but a bitch to pump full of your cum.

But you don't. You just sitting inside him, hard and throbbing and still despite how much he tries to tempt you by clenching down. Price finds himself cursing the amount of patience you have.

"Sweetheart," He groans, voice too light and whiny for his own ears, head thrown back to give you a heatless glare. "C'mon, don't tease me." Price tries to grind his hips down but you hold him firm.

"Not until you finish those reports." You grunt, authoritative, and Price is stuck between wanting to bite you in revenge and trying to stifle a pathetic whine. "Go on, you only have a few pages left."

Those damn reports. Price can barely read his own handwriting, a light tremor in his fingers from the way your cocks press against his prostate. "Cruel bastard." He growls, sucking in a breath and clenching around you.

His chest flares with pride the second your claws dig into his body, not even your mind able to hold back the animalistic need to buck into the tight willing heat surrounding you. But it's a double edged sword — a hiccup of flame sparks from his mouth, your cockheads bumping his prostate and making a bead of precum spurt from his cocks.

"As if you're any better." You growl in his ear, your hair tickling his skin as you roughly nip at his though hide, pleasure and pain loosing their borders in his mind.

He doesn't notice the nicking on the door, but Price is ready for hell to swallow up when he finally registers the door open, his blue eyes rising to meet Sullivan — your hippocampus sergeant — who looks just as mortified to walk in on you like that as Price.

Sullivan's dark horse ears flicker back, the iridescent scales along his cheeks turning from ocean green to a vibrant embarrassed pink, "I- is this, this a- I can leave if, if, if- this looks like a-" The poor man stumbles over his words, eyes bouncing between Price's debauched form and your amused face.

It gets worse when Gaz pokes his head in behind Sullivan, "Hey captains are you-" His jaw falls, pupils dilating like he's a crow that just saw a shinny penny. "-oh."

You just chuckle, rough voice putting Sullivan at ease. "At ease boys," You snort, don't even attempt to hide anything, one hand sliding down to stroke his cock, so slick with his precum that his shaft slides through your hand just from you squeezing it. "Need something boys?"

Even from here Price can see the way Sullivan's eyes darken as well at the deep moan that tumbles out of Price's throat and Price has to bite his lip to keep the noises in check.

"I-" Sullivan sucks in a breath, scales slowly turning to the shade of an overcooked lobster. "I. . . I forgot."

"Can we join?" Gaz asks, chuckling at Sullivan's wide-eyed look. "What? As you weren't thinking it." He shrugs and places a kiss on his cheek when Sully nods meekly.

"I don't know." You hum, letting go of Price's cock to tilt his head to you, meeting his eyes. "Do you want your boys to help you keep focused?"

Price swallows, knows that all that awaits him should he accept would be pleasurable torture, but his bones burn with the need to have his hoard close to him, taking care of him for a change. "Yeah," He growls, less whiny and more demanding.

You hum and roll the chair back to create space for the two men beneath the table, "On your knees." You don't miss the way the authority in your voice makes both men shiver.

"You heard him," Gaz grins and pulls Sullivan towards you two by the hand, reminding you more of a puppy than any harpy as he happily gets on his knees.

Your gaze skirts to Sullivan as he tentatively settles on Gaz's right, pitch black eyes hidden behind that fringe you keep telling him to cut. "You alright with this Sully?" You ask, knowing the man's sexual experience is limited to one girlfriend and your team, and even then he's shy about many acts. "You don't need to do something you're unsure about. No one is going to be mad."

"I, yes. I want this." He swallows, looking back at you. "I, uh. . . I got some pointers." He says shily.

Gaz just snickers and throws his arm over Sullivan's shoulder. "I helped," He says proudly, wing spreading out to wrap around Sully's back.

"Rubbing off on my sergeant already huh?" You snort, your attention turning to Price when he growls, capturing his lips in a kiss to placate his demanding draconic side while your hand lets go of his cocks — an open offering to the two sergeants.

"Only in a good way." Gaz grins and leans in, opening his mouth and pink little tongue lolling out to lick at one leaking cock like he knows Price likes, lips wrapping around the tapered head and sucking on it, amusement bubbling in his chest when you hold Price's hips firm so he can't buck up.

Sullivan follows suit, less confident but still willing, holding the other cock in his smooth scalled hand and tentatively giving the crown a kiss, dark eyes watching both of your reactions as he slowly trails kisses around the cumhole, growing bolder with every small whimper until he's gently suckling on the tip like Gaz had done.

"You're doing good Sully," You praise, even your voice is hoarse from the way Price squeezes down on you now that the two sergeants are servicing his cocks. "You too Gaz." You reach down to gently pet his hair so Kyle doesn't feel left out, "Both of you, so good for me and Price."

Price, for his sake, may as well be a mindless animal from the way his brain is steadily melting out of his cocks like a lit candle, moaning low in his throat, his eyes closed to just feel the pleasure that's assaulting him on both ends. He can tell the difference between Gaz's and Sullivan's mouths, the duality of firm swipes of the tongue across his shaft and the kitten licks on his most sensitive parts making his head swim, hips trying uselessly to fuck into the hot mouths and your own cocks.

He whines when you grip his hips firmly. "No," You snort, both arms keeping his hips still so he can do nothing but endure. "You're not getting off until the job's finished."

Price shivers, "Bastard." He growls weakly, his eyesight blurry as he tries to focus on the document.

"Pot, kettle." You grin against his skin, helping guide his arm towards the documents where he left off. "C'mon, it's just a few pages, then your sergeants will be able to reward you fully."

[doggoboigaugau]

Konig x Spot (my OC)

As I said, old man Konig is so hot. And also who is curious about Spot's relationship with old man Konig 🤭🤭🤭 I'll reveal more in the next posts 😈😈😈

Wake up the hot stuff is here @arthurmorgansballsack @justanagenderperson

[trashbandit777]

Stalker! König! Sends a snap to Reader whilst their out with their friends.

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The hoes gonna love this

Next up is König, this one made even my girlfriend blush (which is an acheivement)

Posting both with and without the caption

Please remember that if you repost or use this on other sites in anyway to credit me as the original artist.

As always my works can be used for edits, fanfic inspo and anything else as long as it's credited

[gofishygo]

[cynicalrosebud]

Cyn’s Call of Duty Kinktober 2024

Yooooooo welcome to Kinktober 2024! I'm late to the fuckin' party. You know the rules, 31 days, 1 pervert story written by 1 pervert (me) a day! THIS IS NOT FOR MINORS, AGELESS BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED IF YOU LIKE/REBLOG MY STUFF! No exceptions.

This will be for the Call of Duty fandom only, either reader x cod or my oc Rumor x 141 + Nikolai (They'll be labeled as such). Don't like, don't read!

Day 1 / Aphrodisiacs + Dry Humping - Rumor x Nikolai

Day 2 / Outdoors + Hate Sex - Fem!Reader x Ghost

Day 3 / Crossdress/Lingerie + Choking - Rumor x Gaz

Day 4 / Glory Hole + Manhandling - Male!Reader x 141

Day 5 / Double Penetration + Somnophilia - Rumor x Ghoap

Day 6 / Orgasm Denial + Oral - Fem!Reader x Soap

Day 7 / Daddy/Mommy + Overstimulation - Rumor x Price

Day 8 / Breeding + Oviposition - Male!Reader x Monster!Price

Day 9 / Blindfold/Masks + Sensation Play - Rumor x Ghost

Day 10 / Electro Play + Dirty Talk - Fem!Reader x Gaz

Day 11 / Leather/Boots + Uniform Kink - Rumor x Price

Day 12 / Toys + Praise Kink - Male!Reader x Soap

Day 13 / Pegging + Cockwarming - Fem!Reader x Soap

Day 14 / Impact Play + Dacryphilia - Rumor x Gaz

Day 15 / Punishment + Edging - Rumor x Nikolai

Day 16 / Bound/Tied + Sir Kink - Male!Reader x Nikolai

Day 17 / Gagging + Dom/Sub - Rumor x Nikolai

Day 18 / Wax/Temp Play + Corruption - Fem!Reader x Nikolai

Day 19 / Mummification + Sensory Deprivation - Rumor x Ghost

Day 20 / Chastity + Dollification - Fem!Reader x Price

Day 21 / Public Tease + Jealousy - Rumor x Ghost

Day 22 / In The Shower + Body Worship - Male!Reader x Gaz

Day 23 / Marking + Roleplay - Rumor x Soap

Day 24 / Squirting + Brat Taming - Fem!Reader x Price

Day 25 / Thigh Riding + Lap Dancing - Rumor x Nikolai

Day 26 / Aftercare + Rough Sex - Fem!Reader x Price

Day 27 / Collaring + Pet Play - Rumor x Ghost

Day 28 / Sex Pollen + Monsterfucking - Male!Reader x Alone!Ghost

Day 29 / On Camera + Face Sitting - Rumor x Soap

Day 30 / Cuckolding + Begging - Male!Reader x PriceSoap

Day 31 / Machines + Size Kink (+ Bonus Bondage) - Ruamor x 141 + Nikolai

[the-whispers-of-death]

Bear!reader is sweet and kind and all that, but everyone seems to forget that bears are dangerous and could maul three humans with their... bear hands... (I will not apologize)

So bear!reader who is able to be super intimidating and dangerous

Soap pushing Bear!readers buttons and reader letting out a low deep growl

Reader making Soap write lines as a punishment maybe?

Someone getting a bit too rough with Gaz or Stone and reader stepping in

Bear!reader with a scary side

You're so intimidating, it's true. Soap gets lines as a punishment regularly, because the man likes to test your patience. You're not one to be messed with, that's for sure.

Stone regularly has soldiers who think just because Stone is a Corpsman (a very tall Corpsman) that they can try and push him around. He's about to defend himself but there you come in, stepping in front of Stone and squaring up with the soldier. The soldier can't hold your stare so they eventually flee.

Gaz is never told he's not good enough to be sergeant by soldiers who are definitely thinking it (they're all envious of his record-breaking scores), because you're there to growl and fight literally anyone who tries to say it.

Ghost is a terrifying sight himself, but people cower even more when you're behind him. Staring them down. (He loves having scary dog privileges, it's nice.)

Price enjoys the way you make the higher-ups squirm (I imagine you're a captain too or maybe higher) when he's in a meeting with them, able to mouth off as much as he likes because you're there to back him up.

[simonz-angel]

ankles and wrists. chained tight to the head n foot board. the skin was blossoming bloody, every tug slicing up into the thin flesh painfully, yet no matter how hard he tried he couldn’t keep still, he couldn’t help the tugging the running.

and there you sat. smiling down at him, thighs engulfing the thick of his as you perched yourself on the fatty muscle. and your sweet fingers tugged at his cock, pulling and stroking the length of him till tears streamed down his face.

“f-fuck,” and it was guttural, a moan that lined the air in a beating echo. he couldn’t take it anymore, every slick stroke of your hand, stung. yet his cock pulsed, begged for its own release. “n-no, no no.”

he was crying, sobbing practically. his stomach caved, back bowing up off the bed, and shoulders rolling, hands balling so desperate to squeeze through the cuffed metal. he couldn’t keep track of how many times you’d got him off tonight, but the evidence was there.

painted across his lower belly, was a pooling mess of a sweetish pearlescent liquid, droplets rolling down over his dips of his waist with every sudden movement.

“poor boy,” you peered down at him, grabbing at his jaw to get his head lolling. n he looked up at you, lashes coated with his crystaly tears. he was a mess, face red and puffy, dry tears painting his face in messy streaks. “can tell you want it, pretty boy, stop with all the fuss, cock’s leakin’ a mess, hun.”

[andromeda-pleiades]

Crossfire

PAIRING: König x M!reader

WORD COUNT: 831

I know my hatred for König made me say I wasn't going to write for him, but he got me out of my writers block, so I'll give him some grace.

The night air was cool, the quiet punctuated by distant sounds of the base—boots crunching gravel, murmured orders. The two of us stood at our post, weapons in hand, our eyes scanning the darkness for movement. But the real danger was here, between us.

I hesitated before speaking, keeping my voice low. “König, we need to talk about…” I glanced around, ensuring no one was within earshot. “Our nighttime activities.”

His eyes didn’t leave the horizon, his body tense, alert. For a moment, I thought he wasn’t going to answer. Then he turned, his expression unreadable behind the sniper hood.

“What about it?”

I took a breath, my chest tight. “We can’t keep sleeping together. It’s against regulations. And…” My voice faltered. “I’m married.”

There. I said it again. As if saying it enough times would make it real for him—or for me. But even as the words left my mouth, I knew I didn’t mean them. Not fully. I didn’t want to lose him, but I couldn’t let him see that. Not yet.

The silence that followed was heavier than the rifle on my back. Finally, he exhaled, his shoulders rising and falling with the effort.

“We’ve had this conversation before,” he said, his voice low, almost a growl. “And every time, you end up in my bed again.”

I winced, the truth cutting deeper than I expected. “You think I don’t know that?” I whispered harshly, my hands gripping my weapon tighter. “Do you know how it feels to go home to her? To lie to her? I took vows, Konig. Vows I’m breaking every time I—”

“Then why do you keep coming back?” His words hit me like a slap, his tone sharp, demanding. He stepped closer, and I could see his eyes now, hard and unyielding. “Why?”

Why? God, if only I had a real answer for him. The truth was too ugly. Too selfish. I wanted both of them—needed both of them. My wife was my safe harbor, my stability, the part of me that wanted to be good. But König… He was the fire. The danger. The part of me that felt alive. I couldn’t give either up. But I couldn’t tell him that.

“I don’t know,” I said, my voice cracking under the weight of the lie. “I’m selfish. I want you, even though I know it’s wrong.”

His laugh was bitter, his hand curling into a fist at his side. “You can’t keep doing this. Coming to me and then leaving, running back to her.” He took another step, the heat of his body almost brushing mine. “You’re tearing me apart, Rosèo . You have to choose.”

I looked up at him, the height difference making my neck ache. “I love you, König.” My voice wavered, the words trembling on my lips. “But I love her too. At least…I think I do. If I didn’t, wouldn’t this be easier? Wouldn’t I have ended it already?”

I could see the flicker of hope in his eyes, and I hated myself for feeding it. He wanted me to say the words, to tell him I’d choose him. And I might, in the moment. If it meant keeping him. But I wouldn’t. Not really. I’d find a way to keep them both.

His gaze softened, but only slightly. “You’re already hurting me by being here,” he said quietly. “By pretending you can have us both.”

Tears stung my eyes, but I forced myself to meet his stare. “Then what am I supposed to do? Tell her the truth? Destroy everything?”

He reached out, his gloved hand tilting my chin until I had no choice but to look at him. “I don’t care what you do,” he said, his voice firm but not unkind. “But you can’t keep doing this to me. You have to decide, Rosèo.”

The silence between us was deafening. I swallowed hard, knowing I had to say something—anything to stop him from walking away.

“I need time. I can’t just…decide this now. Please, König. Just give me that.”

His jaw clenched, and I could see the struggle in his eyes. After a long moment, he nodded. “Fine. Take your time.” He stepped back, but his presence still lingered. “But don’t expect me to wait forever.”

I reached out, my hand resting on his chest. “You know I love you, right?”

He caught my hand, holding it against his heart. “I know. But you love her too.” He released my hand and turned away, scanning the horizon once more. “Don’t take too long, Rosèo . I won’t survive this forever.”

I watched him, the guilt twisting in my gut. He wouldn’t survive this? I wasn’t sure I would either. But I knew one thing: I wouldn’t let him go. Not now. Not ever. If it took every ounce of charm, every half-truth, every reassurance that I just needed time, I would keep him close.

Because I didn’t want to choose. I didn’t plan to choose.

Banners by @cafekitsune

[eccentricallygothic]

You've a sore throat but you like to refuse medication so Older Boyfriend!Captain John Price…

You best believe the man uses his age as a reason to be bossy especially if it concerns your wellbeing. 

“No, meanie, stop!” You fight against him although it's always in vain because the older man is a wall of muscle and strength. “Ugh, get away!” You try to smack away the strepsils he holds for you in a firm pinch.

After the gargles he forced on you just now by trapping you between his body and the sink, you will die before you take the strepsils! 

The oldie always gets the worst tasting ones too! 

Something about this specific flavor makes them more effective, if it even makes sense which it doesn't!

One con of having an older partner that you've discovered -damn your type- is that the fuckers are fucking stubborn. 

They're always right because they've ‘seen more’ and ‘know better’ and you're just a kiddie brat.

“Come ’ere” he grunts in his burly man voice, eyebrows knitted together as he collects your struggling form with one arm and pushes the lozenge in your mouth with the other. 

“Nu! Ugh! Leave me alone, I don't like you!” You cough at the taste that manages to permeate itself in your mouth and huff as you glare up at him before sealing your teeth shut. 

“Yes, now say a real big and cute ah for me~” he shimmies open a slot between your lips, completely unfazed by the ‘fight’ you're putting up, before pushing the little coin of medicine inside with the help of his thumb.

“Hate you!” You puff your cheeks. “Y'ur a brute!” You further express your disapproval by pushing both of your hands into his hard chest the moment he releases your hands that he was holding captive behind your back. “Meanie, meanie, meanie!” Tiny fists drum on his rock hard chest.

The bear of a man only smiles before leaning down to press a cheeky kiss on your lips. “I love you more.” You roll your eyes at the satisfaction on his face.

You'll get him back, and soon!

. . .

had a rough day. this is pure coping.

[ghostsforghosts]

Bear!Reader

This is a masterlist for everything for Bear!Reader (I might have missed some things, I don't know). This reader is male and with the entire 141 + Stone, though it starts with my COD OC Stone. Thus, this only will be filled with the fics that are either only the 141 or the 141 + Stone. (If you'd like the complete masterlist, you can go to my main @the-whispers-of-death)

(Yes, I know that I've made masterlists on my main blog and could just link the masterlist to my pinned post, however, I'm making new masterlists so that I can just update this instead of the old one when/if I expand this series. Yes I am linking posts made from my main blog, yes this is me.)

Daddy (with Soap only)

Brat (with Soap only)

Softness (with Soap & Stone)

Two DILFs (with Price only)

Comfort 3.0 (with Gaz & Soap)

Envy (with Ghost only)

Hold Me Please (with Ghost only)

Piercings (141 + Stone)

Piercings 2.0 (141 + Stone)

Graying (141 + Stone)

Carrying Your Men (141 + Stone)

Copping a Feel (141 + Stone)

Intimidating (141 + Stone)

Headcanons (141 only)

This may not be a completed list (it may be expanded upon)!

[thegnomelord]

Nom

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( i cant stop thinking about sulivan, your seahorse hybrid oc? I hope i spelt that name right. He's just so precious. Do you have any content about him? Interactions with the reader? Maybe the group? No preasure, i just lub the beby)

No prob sharky, I actually misspelled his name every time I wrote it lol

I've started thinking of including him in the fic I'm currently writing but right now just general headcannon is that he's a hippocampus and Sullivan is short, like barely got into the army 5 foot short and got babied a lot because of his height. And he's a sweetheart baby 99% of the time but that 1%

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Watching Sullivan spar would make anyone wonder how he managed to get into the military, let alone on an accomplished military task force. He held back too much, hesitant to hurt Soap more than a few bruises, falling for rather obvious ploys.

Price smoked his cigar besides you, watching the ring with sharp eyes. "Your man's lagging behind."

"I'd say he's doing good." You said, taking the cigar from Price and taking a puff. "Bet you he could get Soap out of the ring in seconds."

"That so?" Price could never refuse a challenge, "You're buying me those good cigars if he loses."

You leaned in, your breath ghosting over Price's ear, "And you're wearing those nice panties if he wins."

A shiver raced down his spine, blue eyes glowing with heat. "Deal."

You smirked, teeth bared like he's a sheep you'd just tricked into the slaughterhouse. "Deal." You turned back to the ring. "Sullivan!"

They stopped, Sullivan's ears flicking in your direction before he turned his head. "Sir?" He asked softly.

"Gloves off." You said simply.

His dark eyes widened before his pupils narrowed into little pinpricks, the pretty scales on his cheeks turning to a deep blue. "Yes sir." His voice remained soft, but instead of caressing the ears it burrowed into the marrow.

Next time Soap tried to fake him out, he ended kicked in the ribs that sent him flying into the nearest wall. Hippocampi were part horse after all.

The second Soap crashed to the ground Sully was closing in to him, apologies spilling from his lips like water. "Oh god, I'm so sorry, please I didn't-"

Soap waved him off, werewolf regeneration already healing the cracked ribs. "Calm yer tits, m'fine." He said, but let Sully help him to his feet. "Got a kick like a bloody mule." He grumbled.

"Nice job Sully." You said as you and Price walked to them to make sure Soap was alright. "You did good kid." You hummed, ruffling his hair.

Sullivan preened under your words, happily leaning into your hand, cheek scales flickering to a vibrant red like a boiled lobster. "Thank- thank you sir." He swallowed thickly.

You chuckled, looking at Price as you leaned in to whisper into Sully's ear. "Meet me in my office after dark. Earned us both a reward." You chuckled when his scales deepened in color and he squirmed in place, attempting to hide the small tent in his pants, clearly remembering his time with you, Price and Gaz.