#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.

Banners made b @cafekitsune

[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

[thegnomelord]

Shark

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(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

[ivoovu]

Okay here‘s the promised list of German nicknames.

Feel free to Tag other German speaking characters if you repost , I could only think of König at the moment.

Masculine words will be in blue, feminine in red. Gender neutral in green. I also put a few swear words and general German language rules at the end, including why talking in gender neutral is impossible in German. I tried to explain everything as simply as I can.

And while I‘m at it, let me put it out that, even if it‘s super obvious, you can mix up the nicknames, so even if you have a fem reader you can use fem AND gn nicknames. It may be obvious but I still wanted to point it out.

12/12/23: I‘m gonna update this, re-word some things and add other nicknames, just so you know

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my (be)loved : mein liebster / meine liebste

my love/my dear : meine Liebe / mein Liebling

(however, if you were to say for example : „my dear y/n” the German translation would be : „mein lieber y/n / meine liebe y/n”)

In the same sense, "The Love of my life" would be: Die Liebe meines Lebens , even if the reader is masc. or fem. It‘s confusing, I know.

my treasure (a very German nickname) (and to a certain degree it means 'dear' as well) (you can also use it for 'honey'): mein Schatz. You can also use just 'Schatz', e.g. : „Schatz, kannst du das für mich holen?” (translation: "Dear/Honey, could you get this for me?")

baby (yea Germans use it too) : Baby/Babe

my bunny (albeit in English a very uncommon nickname, it is very common and normal in Germany) : mein Hasi / Hase / Häschen (i will explain the words with 'chen' at the end)

my angel : mein Engel / Engelchen

my bear (again I think a very uncommon nickname in English, but pretty common in German) (but I also have to mention that the nickname my bear is not something youngster use, it‘s more of a people in their 40's & 50's type of thing now) : mein Bär / Bärchen

you cutie : du süßer / du süße

you are cute : du bist süß

if you want to JUST say 'cute' or 'adorable', you can use one of these : süß / niedlich / knuffig (although knuffig is a extremely cute/adorable endearment and would most probably be used only in private) (and yes you can say „du bist niedlich / knuffig” if you wanna say 'you are cute‘ too)

a nickname that women use for their men or men for their men but rarely men for their women (probably because the men are usually the taller/bigger ones) is 'big one' (I will give the translation for the 'men for their women' regardless) : mein großer / meine große . This is mainly used when the one person is worried about the other person, e.g. : „Alles okay mein großer? Alles okay meine große?”, (translation: 'Everything okay, big one?')but I‘m sure it can be used in a normal and/or s3xual manner as well. I have also heard people call their dogs & kids „mein großer / meine große”, so do with it what you will.

little one: kleiner / kleines

To mirror the "Big one", you could also say little one, a different little one from the previously mentioned nickname. Because the "Big one" is actually "My Big One" so "My little one" would be : mein kleiner / meine kleine. I know it‘s a bit confusing but please bear with me. It‘s all about the situation. If, e.g., König says "Little one, sit down" you would write "Kleiner / Kleines, sit down". However, if in a situation he says sth like "My little one, are you injured?", the version w german words would be "Mein kleiner / Meine kleine, are you injured?“. Not that much difference except the fact that the fem version looses the s at the end, I just wanted to point that out.

good girl : gutes Mädchen (but technically you could also use : braves Mädchen)

good boy : guter Junge (other version would be : braver Junge) (to elaborate : brav means ‚well-behaved', but to translate good girl/good boy, both gut&brav can be used, so pick your fighter)

from here on out, I‘m gonna quickly translate a few nicknames which are usually not used in Germany but you can because at the end of the day it’s free game. And let me use this moment to clarify that even though all of these words are gender neutral, it is gender neutral towards the reader, that means the words themselves have a gender. But since the gender is not directed towards the reader but the gender of the other word, be it an object or living being, it is considered gender neutral. I‘ll try showcasing it with the first example.

my pearl : meine Perle (the word Pearl in German is Perle and it has a gender, it is feminine. However, when using it as an endearment or nickname, it is counted as gender neutral) (I previously mentioned the nickname 'my angel‘ and it is in the same category. Angel in German means Engel and it‘s masculine, but as an endearment it‘s gender neutral) (I could get into the why‘s and elaborate but I feel like it would cause unnecessary confusion).

my sunshine : mein Sonnenschein

my flower : meine Blume

my world : meine Welt

my one and everything : mein ein und alles

Okay I think I am done with the nicknames? If you have any specific nicknames you‘d like me to translate let me know. Also just an fyi but you can use all of the nicknames without the 'my' before it. Like, you can make a character call the reader just „Blume” or just „Engelchen”.

Now let me elaborate on 'chen‘ that‘s at the end of some words, like 'Bärchen', 'Häschen' or 'Engelchen'. Simply put, it cute-ify‘s the words. You have Bär (Bear) and Bärchen turns it into, loosely translated, 'little Bear'. The 'chen‘ at the end makes it sound more endearing and fitting for a lover, yk? You should also be aware that you cannot really add 'chen‘ to anything. I mean, of course, you could turn Regen (Rain) into Regenchen, grammatically it would be correct and it can be used as a nickname but no one would do that so it just stands out and is weird, you feel me? But hey if you wanna use that in your fanfiction, go ahead. German speaking folks will just raise their brow at it.

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Now onto the swear words. Some you‘ll be familiar with if you know König‘s Voice Lines, but I still added them nevertheless.

Fuck you : Fick dich

Fuck : Fuck (Yea we just took that over from the English folks…, don‘t use just „Fick” from „Fick dich”, it is a smart move but incorrect)

Shit : Scheiße

Kiss my Ass : Leck mich am Arsch (which translated actually means lick my ass but the translation for Kiss my Ass is still „Leck mich am Arsch”)

Son of a Bitch : Hurensohn

Daughter of a Bitch : Hurentochter (though Hurensohn has become gender neutral and the more commonly used one, so you can use it when your character just got hurt or is actually insulting someone, regardless of their gender)

Asshole : Arschloch

Bitch/Slut : Hure, Schlampe

Translated it means Dog, but it’s used like how you‘d use Bitch : Hund / Hündin (tho Hündin is more popular) (Hündin is a female dog but like Hurensohn, it has become somewhat gender neutral)

Idiot : Idiot, Blödmann, Schwachkopf (though I do have to mention that Blödmann and Schwachkopf (at least I feel like?) is mainly used by little kids while adults just stick to Idiot)

Just a few swear words. What‘s next on the Agenda? Oh right, simple German rules.

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Let me start off by explaining why gender neutral is so hard or impossible in German. To all of our writes here, you can ABSOLUTELY write a fan fiction, be it a 4 chapter type of thing or just a few bullet points, with a gender neutral reader if you stick to the gn endearments (could be from this list or some other). However, in real life, it works a bit different since you have to use other words to communicate with others. Let me explain it by using an example.

Someone who‘s a teacher would introduce themselves as "Hello, my Name is First Name Last Name and I‘m a Teacher". In German however, it is a bit different since the German word for Teacher is Lehrer & it means male Teacher. Female Teacher would be Lehrerin. There is no gender neutral Teacher, it‘s either Lehrer or Lehrerin. Same goes with anything else. Be it a Doctor (Arzt/Ärztin), Police Officer (Polizist/Polizistin) or a construction worker (Bauarbeiter/Bauarbeiterin). And yes, as you‘ve noticed, the female versions all end with a '-in', that‘s a good & easy way to recognize them. And even if you‘re not talking about Jobs, your gender and the other words' gender will change the way word are conjugated, and thus it makes it impossible to talk in gender neutral terms.

Next thing on the list is the way words are written. Just like in English, Names of people & places, food, nicknames etc. are all written down with the first letter being big, the rest being small. In the German language it does have a bit more importance than in English, since the difference helps us tell what is a place/person & what is a adjective etc. For example, we have this lovely sentence "In essen essen gehen." I just wrote that incorrectly so you could see my point. The correct way of spelling would be "In Essen essen gehen" (transl: Going to eat in Essen). Essen is a city but when written in small captions, it‘s the verb for eating. And don‘t get me wrong, most Germans can tell apart what word is the place/destination even if everything is written in small letters simply by the order of the words. And it‘s not like König fanfictions are all written in German, heck it’s always a few words which is FINE. So let me tell you that writing all German letters in small captions is FINE, us Germans still know what the hell is going on. This is just something I have noticed and thought I’d mention. But, again, if you write all in small letters it is not the end of the world, it’d only be 98% correct and there isn‘t really a German out there who’d be all "Aw gawd damn, they wrote all letters in small captions so now I cannot enjoy this work from the author anymore." Again, it‘s all cool, I just wanted to point it out. Stuff like nicknames, names, are all written in first letter being big. I have made sure to pay attention to that on my list.

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I think I‘m done? I don‘t think I forgot anything. Again, if there are any specific nicknames, words or sentences you‘d like me to translate, hit me up. And I literally mean that, like you don’t have to worry about „Oh god will I annoy them?“, because I genuinely enjoy doing stuff like that. I can also proofread German words/sentences, just let me know what to check.

Have a good day/night & I hope this was helpful ✌️

[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) - Rumor x 141 + Nikolai

[the-whispers-of-death]

Bear! Reader who is getting white hairs faster every minute of every day, and how would the other 141 react to it?

Price is just glad someone else is graying with him, okay? But also he's lowkey worried about the amount of stress you're in if you're graying so fast. He'll tell the rest of the boys to not be so chaotic around you, because surely dating five men is adding onto your stress.

Gaz adores your gray hairs. He compliments you daily, calling you handsome and honestly every name in the book. He's also secretly worried about the amount of stress you're under, so he gives you nice massages to help.

Soap complains that you shouldn't be able to age. He wants you to live forever, damnit. So he tells you to stop graying (as if you can stop that) and then he says you age like fine wine (because is it Soap if he's not absolutely feral over you?).

Ghost always thought you looked rather young for your age, even with your hairy body and the way you exuded authority. But seeing gray hairs in your beard, hair, and chest hair... It makes him really realize that his daddy issues is what drew him to you in the first place . He does like that he's dating a silver fox though.

Stone already knew he had daddy issues and that it drew him to you (he likes older men, we can't judge him), so he's over the moon when you start graying. ("Yes, Daddy, please become a silver fox.") It makes him more affectionate somehow, the way he takes even greater pleasure in rubbing your cheeks together so he can see the graying hairs of your beard move with the action.

[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.

[pingurusama]

HAPPY (late) INTERNATIONAL BOYFRIEND'S DAY (ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ.ﾟ I'm so deadly oblivious about xxx day and stuff, made this in rush for straight 7 hours, a little gift(s) for the seasoned Captain on his day and of course Ophelia will proudly share her artworks, heheh( ⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝)😏😏😏 ✨ Funfacts! ✨ @Ophwinter really does exist on Instagram and Twitter(x)! It's Ophelia (my Call of Duty OC)'s personal account ₍ᐢ. ̫.ᐢ₎

Also, here's the original ones for every fellow Captain Price's lover, have fun delulu with this one.( • ̀ω•́ )✧

[thegnomelord]

Nom

- 🦈

( 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%

--

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.

[doggoboigaugau]

Jealous!Ghost propaganda

- I continue to spread the Jelly Ghost propaganda 👍👍👍 - a lit bit nsfw(?)

hehe trans men in crop tops 🤭🤭🤭

🤭🤭🤭below🤫🤫🤫

- I'm still not confident enough to make the full HD stuff and post it online lmaooooooo - Drawing to cope with my crippling d3pr3ssion because of finals...

[e1dritchjackal0pe]

Dude, I have social anxiety, and although I can't speak for everyone who has it, I am not a stuttering helpless mess in public. I keep reading all of these fics where they write König like a stuttering, blushing mess who can't hold a decent conversation. Like please, this man is absolutely feral and sassy on the battlefield. He's probably just a reserved guy who doesn't fancy big crowds or social situations or eye contact. He's not helpless. I'm not trying to be offensive and I'm sure that we all have our own journeys with anxiety. . .

But please guys he's a grown man who literally kills people for a profession and has an attitude while he does it😭

But maybe it's just the adrenaline, what do I know?

[wiggy-worm]

I’m going bananas

[ghostsforghosts]

Welcome!

Hello, everyone! I'm Aaron. This is a sideblog and my main is @the-whispers-of-death. My main is now being used solely for OC stuff and this blog will be used for my 141 x Reader stuff (because I think this will be better than having both on one blog). I will still have the old masterlists up on my main, but anything new will come from this blog.

Before you read further, please note that this is an MDNI account (which means no minors and no ageless blogs). I will block whoever has an ageless blog or is a minor!

Since this is an MDNI account, I do usually accept NSFW requests (though right now, I'm not really in the mood to do explicit NSFW requests. My mood with NSFW fluctuates so there will be times when an NSFW request just sits in my inbox).

Here are the rules for requesting NSFW.

Requests are open!

The Masterlists

The masterlists are done in order of when I posted them and these are individual masterlists which will tell you if the specific Reader is gender neutral or male. (Sorry, I don't write for female readers.) There are also one shots that will be in their separate masterlists and will be at the end of the post.

Desi!Reader Asthmatic!Reader Closed Off!Reader Recluse!Reader Grumpy!Reader Bookworm!Reader Butcher!Reader Worshipper!Reader Deity!Reader Worshipper!Ghost Worshipper!Soap Fallen God!Ghost Bartender!Reader Pretend Boyfriend!Gaz Extremely Protective!Reader Old Friend!Reader Mindless Soldier!Reader Knight!Ghost Knight!Price COD AU: Life/Death Bear!Reader Bunny!Reader Puppy!Reader Feminine!Reader Best Friend!Soap Incubus!Reader Veterans!141 AU Sugar Daddy!Price Religious!Ghost COD AU: Beauty & the Beast Vigilante!Reader Spooky Season Forgotten God!Price

Now, that's all of the series. (For right now. Knowing me, I'll make more series.)

Here is where you can find the oneshots.

There may be some stray posts I didn't get to, however, this is the gist of it.