#cod s/i

[gh0stface-k1sser]

ouuuhhhh new fandom means s/i shenanigans :3

[voidselfshipp]

[Just-a 5'9,beautiful,tall

With just one look i was a bed mes

'cause that long cool woman had it all]

"C'mon Kroshka! one last dance before you go put your ass on the line!"

"If i didnt know any better I'd say you like me Nik!, Whats next?ask me out on a date?"

"Wh-what? dont get any ideas like that!"

《♡♡♡♡》

Nik n I before we got together. Hes being a flirt (but wont admit he has feelings for me) we are in his hangar btw. Didnt feel like drawing his helicopter 👍

(Song is: Long cool woman (in a black dress) by The Hollis)

->only mutuals allowed to reblog.

->DONT REPOST MY ART. DONT FEED TO A//I I DO NOT CONSENT.

->Lovely taglist: @tex-treasures @malewifehenrycooldown @sugar-and-pearls

[r04ch]

Okaayyy posting my writing heres one I did today to help dialogue.. i usually dont write in this script format but i wanted to try something diff ! Also the descriptions around it dont sound very smooth cuz like IDK but just dont think im a sharty writer cuz of this lol

COD, Otter x Alex, 820 Words

Summary: Its hot af and pool time bonding yahoo also like 2 second trauma dump (gasp!)

It's a hot, humid day on the 141 base. The quarters are empty, the inhabitants instead resorting to the swimming pool outside.

Farah and Kate are chatting in the shallow end, sharing cocktails. Soap, Gaz and Ghost are cannon balling and wrestling in the deeper end, while Price naps in a chair. Alex has just arrived, towel slung over his shoulder and sunglasses protecting his eyes. He spots Otter, who is writing in a journal on a lounge chair, and approaches the man.

Otter is wearing a loose tank top and comfortable board shorts, a pair of sunglasses adorning his face. His hair is put up in a short ponytail, his braid hangs loosely. His knees are slightly pulled up to stay under the safety of the umbrella providing him shade. He sips at a virgin pina colada that Kate made him.

Alex: Thought you were a swimmer?

His tone is playful and light, standing above Otter to block the sun from the latter. Otter looks up at him from under his sunglasses.

Otter: Oh, I am. Im busy right now though. 

Alex: Busy? Its 90 degrees out, what could be making you so busy?

Alex has a appalled expression which pulls a chuckle from Otter.

Otter: You know, stuff and.. things. 

He waves his hand vaguely.

Alex: I don't think I do know, care to explain? 

Otter pushes his sunglasses to sit atop his head, squinting softly at him. Then, he shrugs and pats the end of the chair, pulling his legs up into a criss-crossed sit to make room. Alex complies, taking a seat and leaning over to gaze at Otters journal.

Its a portrait sketch of Farah. Its gorgeous.

Alex: I didn't know you could draw. 

Otter: I have a feeling you don’t know a lot about me, Keller. 

Alex scowls which earns him a hearty laugh. 

Alex: Okay, well why don't you tell me some things?

Otter: Like what?

Alex: How’d you learn to draw like that?

Alex’s index finger lightly taps the page, tilting his head like a curious puppy dog.

Otter: I picked it up when I was younger, it helps me focus. My mother was an artist.

Alex: What did she draw?

Otter: Portraits, too. She had the eye for it, her paintings were phenomenal. I wish I took some.

Alex looked away from the drawing, choosing to instead drink up Otter's features. His round nose, pudgy cheeks, the sharp split in his left eyebrow. The golden brown hue that haloed his iris had him drowning in it. Otter was oblivious to Alex’s current predicament, continuing to shade Farah’s cheek bones.

Alex: Why don't you?

Otter stopped his pencil and bit the inside of his cheek, finally glancing over at Alex. 

Otter: Well, that’d be difficult. They’re all piles of ash now, probably sunken into the earth. 

Alex faltered and gawked for a moment, Otter smiled softly.

Otter: That house burned down a long time ago. I should’ve clarified, sorry. 

His cheeks radiate a pink glow of blush. 

Alex: I didn't know that.

Otter: I know. 

A blanket of tense silence fell between the two, before Otter reached for his drink and took a long sip. Alex memorized the way his lips moved.

Otter: Want to try?

He mistook Alex’s fascination with him for perhaps being thirsty. Alex was grateful for it though.

Alex: Sure

He took the straw and downed the last bit of drink, earning a gasp from Otter as he playfully pushed Alex away from him.

Otter: I know you did NOT just drink it all!

Alex: What? I was thirsty!

Alex laughed while Otter feigned an offended and dramatic expression of shock.

Otter: That is so rude! I cannot believe you!

Alex: Just get another one! 

Otter huffed and rose from the seat, placing his sunglasses back into place over his eyes and giving Alex a half hearted glare while waltzing over to the bar. The former smiled softly. Averting his eyes back down to the page and, nosily, poking through the rest of the journal.

It was full of mostly birds or insects that had messy scribblings besides them like “saw this little guy in Urzikstan” and so forth. He also passed a few rough sketches of Kate, and the resident dog Riley. 

Then he landed on two pages of just him. While most were very rough, hardly even outlined, others were complete with shading. He especially liked the small doodle of him with a mustache 2x the size of his head and a small LOL written beside it. Alex couldn’t help the pride and joy swelling in his chest. Now curious as to when Otter was able to get such accurate references. 

As Otter walked back over, now with two drinks in his hands, Alex quickly flipped the journal back to Farah. Pretending as though he never saw the other pages and instead graciously accepting the mocktail. 

[longing-for-the-past-times]

Roommate!Simon who finds you fast asleep on the couch when he comes home after a mission. He gently enters your shared apartment, momentarily freezing when he hears the faint buzz of the TV and occasional small sighs.

Roommate!Simon who can't stop a smile from spreading on his face when he sees the inhumane position you fell asleep in, one leg thrown over the couch, the other partially covered by a blanket and your head hanging down in a position that's guaranteed to give you neck pains for the days to come.

Roommate!Simon who takes off his mask, gloves and tactical gear before gently lifting you in his arms and cradling your sleeping form to his chest, relishing in the rhythmic sound of your heartbeats.

Roommate!Simon whose heart skips a beat when you cuddle up into his chest, murmuring a sleepy welcome with your eyes still closed.

Roommate!Simon who eventually has to place you in your bed and tuck you in, a tender expression on his face as he watches you drift off to sleep in an instant.

part two part three part four masterlist

[martyfive]

he’s just a little guy

[inhan---inhan]

[clownereye]

anything can be a drug if you love it.

[temeyes]

hear me out: Gaz tummy

(There isn’t enough love for Gaz and it make me kinda sad tbh he’s so pretty)

~Valentine

oh anon, i'll do you one better-

gaz tatas, you're welcome

[lazybutsmexy]

Incorrect COD quotes

Mystery

Price: so, who is responsible for this?

Gaz: I...I found it like th-

Price: I know, Gaz. I wasn't asking you.

Price *looks pointedly at Ghost, Y/N and Soap*: Who. Did. This.

Y/N *cannot handle unresolved tension*:...I did it. I'm sorry.

Price: I don't believe you. *Stares at Soap*

Soap *offended*: it wasn't me!

Price: I DON'T BELIEVE YOU!!

Ghost *did it*: yeah, what the fuck, Soap.

[gomzdrawfr]

Laswell: who's your team? Price: some old comrade Laswell: Price: Laswell: ...and the Sergeant? Gaz: ✨ existing ✨ Price: ....he's ready

based on this scene

[gh0stface-k1sser]

SILLLYYY :3 that one scene where graves tries to shame Gaz's hand was so funny (I'm suffering.) Soo. Added my s/I into the scene too

”Y’all ready to rumble?” Graves’ voice immediately irritated the teen, however the brunette didn’t dare say anything yet, instead glancing towards Farah as she spoke.

“This is a joint operation, ULF, 141, and Shadow..together as one.”

She and Alex both seemed oddly comfortable around someone who betrayed and attacked 141’s men, both of them shaking hands with Graves before the Shadow Company commander turned towards Vie and Gaz. When he attempted to shake their hands, they both looked at each other, then at Graves. Gaz simply ignored him, while Vie’s eyes narrowed, glaring. The teen was definitely more hotheaded and impulsive, he looked like he was about to shoot the man. They obviously despised Graves for what he did, but rightfully so.

Captain Price walked past, signaling for Vie and Gaz to follow him, Gaz followed him, however, Vie didn’t, yet.

“This better be a one time thing, ‘cause if you pull what you did last time, I’ll blow your fucking brains out, Graves.” For a teenager, he was oddly confident, blunt and harsh.

Graves only chuckled in response, while he wasn’t necessarily sure if he was being serious or not…he’d rather not find out, especially considering Vie wasn’t the only one who’d already threatened him.

“Vie!” Price’s voice barked out, catching the teens attention. The brunette quickly ran off to catch up with Gaz and Price, a huff escaping his lips.

As reluctant as Price was to work with Graves, he knew threatening him at the moment wouldn’t do any good.

[voidselfshipp]

"Yes im a spy. Yes im covered in tattoos,yes I did not plan that ahead but its pretty. Shut up. I do my work well regardless"

[r04ch]

1-6 for the self insert asks :3

THANKS U FOR THE ASK!! Bites you om nomnom all answred for mistew otter

1. what are the basics of your self insert? name, date of birth, height, etc.?

Otter’s full name is June Cain, hes 29 and was born in a small rural town of Alaska, USA. He’s 5ft exactly, his DOB is November 16th and hes a Scorpio (if that means anything). He got his callsign ‘Otter’ because boy can that biatch swaem !! He’s also Arabic and speaks the language 💥 Otter is Trans (FtM) and doesn’t have any surgeries, and only binds when he feels like it. He joined the military when he was 17 after lying about his age and has been all over the world, usually taking private spy agency jobs.

3. how do the other characters generally feel about your self insert?

Otter is generally well liked. Hes a very compassionate and optimistic soul who’s empathetic and kind. Its hard to dislike him, always keeping the mood light and taking the harder jobs for those unable. Hes a hard worker and always finishes a job, resourceful and quick thinking to make the tough calls. Friends, partners, coworkers and acquaintances hold a high level of respect for him.

6. does your self insert have any pets?

Unfortunately, no. If he wasn’t always on work leave then he would probably get a cat or a dog, he adores animals. He didn’t have any growing up either because his parents r JACKASSES. He wants a Siamese to name Ravioli </3

(2, 4 and 5 alrdy answered <3)

[konigsblog]

könig x female!reader

༉‧₊˚. mentions of size kink, sleepy sex and cockwarming.

on the brink of exhaustion, your eyes barely fluttering closed as he slides in for what feels like the hundredth time tonight. so fucked-out desperate, his thick and girthy cock pressed deep against your womb, his chest against yours and your head buried in the crook of his neck with his large, calloused hand against the back of your head, occasionally gripping at your hair as he plows inside your wet, little pussy.

so small beneath him; vulnerable and weak against the brute man. his thrusts become sloppy as he continues to fuck harder and deeper into you dripping, sloppy hole. your clit sensitive, feeling as his happytrail grazes against it, the slightest amount of friction nearly sending you over the edge.

you fight to keep your eyes open, moaning softly and quietly as he smacks into you repeatedly. some tears forming in your waterline from your sleepy haze, gasping when he groans in your ear. “does this feel good? you look so blissful caged beneath me..” you feel his gaze on your, sloppier thrusts making you whine, especially when he begins cooing at you for being needy.

“so sensitive, my dear... you're doing so well, aren't you?” his thick austrian accent against your ear makes you babble, moving your hips weakly to match his pace, eyes fluttering closed.

so fucking wet, fucking sensitive and stimulated. yet, so eager...

feeling his hands wander before they manage to find themselves beneath you, holding you and leaning his weight onto your body while he smacks his broad hips against your own. “just— one more, sonnenschein, that's all i need, mäusi...” a whimper, soft and delicate, leaves your swollen lips. head thrown back as you feel yourself getting closer to your growing orgasm.

white release spurted deep into your hole. thick, potent seed buried deep inside your womb. his hips still smacking against yours and your walls tightening around him over and over again. lips parted and thighs trembling, thighs covered in slick and cum before he lays beside you, keeping himself stuffed inside your little, tight hole — letting his seed fill you up.

“that's my girl, always doing so well to please me, yes? eifriges kleines ding...” he mutters, watching as your eyes flutted closed, sleepy and filled up. “go to bed, libeling. i'll be hear, buried deep inside you...”

[decaf-mother]

I love being unapologetically a whore for fictional characters.

[clownereye]

he's showing off. 🧼