#codfic

[forsaire]

Another thought I can’t stop thinking:

Thoughts on biker gang! Johnny and florist! Simon Riley?

There's a bar across the street from Riley's Roses that is often frequented by bikers. Simon watches them coming and going as he cleans up, trims the flowers, wraps them into bouquets. It had been mostly innocuous and a bit entertaining at times to see them loitering in the parking lot, neat rows of pristine bikes, smoking, drinking, laughing.

That was until someone caught Simon's eye. Long and wavy mohawk, dazzling smile, built body underneath his leather jacket, handsome beyond belief.

It's so stupid. Simon feels flustered looking at the man he's never even spoken, nor even know his name. When he went around the alley to dispose of some trash, he glanced over at the bar. At the same time, the handsome stranger glanced up at Simon, catching his eye.

Simon nervously retreated back inside, hiding a blush that threatened the creep upon his cheeks.

One day, the stranger wanders into Simon's store.

He glances around in awe as he makes his way up to the desk. That smile and those eyes up close makes Simon's heart skip a beat. And he asks about purchasing a single rose.

"Looking to impress someone?" Simon asks as he wraps up the flower.

The man let out a breathy chuckle, his devious eyes tantalizingly looking Simon up and down.

"Seems I already have..." He then held out his hand. "Johnny."

Somehow Simon muttered out his own name as they shook hands.

Only when Johnny left with a wave and the doors closed with a jungle did Simon realize how fast his heart was hammering in his chest.

When Simon is closing up for the night, he notices a rose tucked underneath his windshield wipers with a note next to it that reads

Wanna go for a ride?

[fineprintedsunsets]

𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 & 𝒅𝒆𝒃𝒂𝒖𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒚 ; fox & red

a/n - oh hey. its been a minute *maybe a year* I'm into cod now, don't ask, I'm blessing you with drunk captain price AND ghost headcannons. enjoy u freaks <3

warnings - dirty talk. older men. praise. freaky!drunk price (for a quick second) ghosts possessive ass. code names but no physical descriptors. clif hanger (sorry not sorry!)

drunk!captain price who’s tells you to bend over in the middle of your living room after coming home from a night out with his men at the bar 

drunk!captainprice who is pulling those delicious purple panties off to reveal your soaking cunt 

drunk!captain price with every thought evacuated from his head besides eating you out

drunk!captainprice who is pressing his head into your pussy like he’s a starving man who needs to have his fill

drunk!captainprice price who makes you come 3 times on his tongue with words like “soak me” “good girl, grind into my beard” and “let me drink you down” 

drunk!ghost can’t stand the fact your getting shit faced drunk right now 

drunk!ghost who is currently holding a can of beer sitting tightly on a semi-questionable stained sofa 

drunk!ghost who watches you flirt and fumble through every man in the house, until somehow you end up outside 

drunk!ghost who sees your wobbly steps and facade of confidence as you stroll over to him

drunk!ghost who tilts his head to look at you like he doesn’t have any idea what your about to do 

“LT.” you greeted him, “Red” he greeted back, quick and gruff, emotionless. 

he was always strictly orders and command, even when the entire squad celebrated a mission win, ghost would always separate himself from the rest. you didn’t know if it was because his usual brooding-bad boy vibe needed to be upheld, or he just didn’t like drinking all that much 

either way, YOU like drinking, and you’ve had a lot this afternoon, and ghosts lap looks very comfortable and-

“Red? Fuckin,  hell…” somehow, between your drunk thoughts and curious feet, your body ended up in ghost lap

both your legs were situated on either side of him, your hair brushing the sides of his face. Ghosts head tilted up instinctively

but whether he wanted to get away from you, or pull you in closer was still a mystery, the grenade was on his turf and he was taking a very long time to throw it back 

in a rushed movement, ghosts tactile-glove had reach out to pull at your hips, beckoning you to press your body to his 

“watched your pretty little ass talk to every one of those men in there” ghost whispered into your ear, it made you shiver he sounded angry

possessive.

“And you still found your way to me”

“You let any of em touch you, red, or are you just a tease?” Ghost pulls at your hips, attempting to bring you closer.

"want to find out?"

[j0hnpr1c3sm1ssus]

Everyone should send me asks for things they want to read (ANY COD CHARACTERS)

Please I NEED to fetish write or something

[thevaticansaint]

New chapter is up!!

Chapters: 10/? Fandom: Call of Duty (Video Games) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: John "Soap" MacTavish/Simon "Ghost" Riley Characters: John "Soap" MacTavish, John Price (Call of Duty), Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Simon "Ghost" Riley, Russian Ultranationalists, Kate Laswell Additional Tags: Canon-Typical Violence, Trans Simon "Ghost" Riley, Pining, Autistic Simon "Ghost" Riley, Simon "Ghost" Riley Has PTSD, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Vaginal Sex, Trans Male Character, Anal Sex, spy mission, Canon Divergent, no beta we die like men, Flower Language, I just wanted Ghost in a tux tbh, Undercover Missions, Recon Mission, Self-Harm, It's minor self-harm though, Panic Attacks, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Post-Canon, Cunnilingus, John "Soap" Mactavish Has Catholic Guilt, Cockwarming, Pegging, Exhibitionism, iconoclasm, Blasphemy, John "Soap" MacTavish Has PTSD, Near Death Experiences, Under-negotiated Kink, Marking, Mentions of Past Torture, Past Child Abuse, Past Sexual Abuse, Gender Dysphoria, Past Domestic Violence Summary:

When Laswell enlists 141 to run a recon mission, the last thing Ghost thought he would be doing was baring his face and wearing a tux to take down some Ultranationalist thugs who had nuclear weapons at their fingertips. Soap, Gaz, and Price are all with him, but that doesn't eliminate the anxiety of being vulnerable in a lion's den.

It doesn't help that Johnny has been acting... odd since Las Almas, and his own hangups have created an unintentional wall between them.

[macravishedbymactavish]

Someone to You (Kyle "Gaz" Garrick x GN!Reader mostly Platonic)

| Blog HQ | Modern Warfare 2019 / 2022 Masterlist |

Kyle comforts you after you get stood up on a date

TW for some light angst, being stood up, swearing

“You look amazing.” Kyle commented from his spot on your bed. Taking in your outfit as you smiled at him from in the mirror.

“Hope so, I'm nervous. I need this to go well.” You sighed, rubbing your palms over your thighs as you turned to face your best friend. Wiggling your shoulders as he chuckled, standing up and wrapping an arm around your shoulders. Leading you toward the front foyer.

“Now, if you need anything, you give good ol’ Kyle a call. A ride, an escape, an alibi, or a pep talk. I'm a phone call away.” He explained, releasing you momentarily so you could put your shoes and jacket on. “You look drop dead gorgeous. Nothing to worry about.”

Smiling widely, you pulled the man into a tight hug. Thanking him before walking out the door, hands shaking as you walked to the restaurant. 

Tears poured down your cheeks as you walked home. Shoulders slumped forward as you wiped your face, inhaling deeply to keep from sobbing. 

You felt like a fool.

Silently stepping through the threshold, you heard Kyle laughing in the otherwise silent livingroom. Signaling that he was playing online with his friends.

“One sec, mates. Gotta see how date night went, I'll be back on shortly.” You grimaced at his words, squeezing your eyes closed as you slumped on the couch beside him. “So, when are you and Mr. Tall Dark and Handsome going out again?”

Kyle's demeanor shifted when he saw the tracks of tears covering your cheeks. Shoulders now tense as a frown pulled on his mouth.

“What happened?” He asked bluntly. Waiting quietly as you shook your head, sniffling as you finally made eye contact.

“He was so handsome and charming when we met.” You sniffled, shaking your head as your frown deepened. “I just don't know what I did wrong. He didn't even show up tonight.”

You felt the couch beside your shift, as your best friend was now up. Walking into the kitchen with heavy foot falls. Leaving you to cry on the couch, wondering why you just couldn't find a romantic connection with anyone. 

Kyle returned a moment later, placing a large bowl of ice cream on the table in front of you before returning to his seat. Both of you eating in silence for a minute before he spoke up.

“You know what, fuck that. Charming is overrated. You know who was charming? Ted Bundy.” Kyle scoffed, flicking his spoon.

“Ted Bundy is a whole ass serial killer. If you ask me, you dodged a bullet.” He continued, shifting so his body was facing you.

“Kyle!” You snorted, wiping your cheeks once more as he stood. Bowl disregarded on the table as he began pacing the room.

“What vehicle does he drive?” The man asked, laughing after a second when you didn't answer. Too busy giggling and wiping your cheeks on the couch. “Really, what vehicle?”

“Does it matter?” You asked, voice distorted by your laughter. Stomach and cheeks both aching as he slammed his hands flat on the coffee table.

“Yes! It matters!” Kyle, holding back his own laughter now stared at you. Leaned over the table as he kept his expression serious.

Clearing his throat, he looked at you. The tactical stare as you once called it. “Now, we need to know what vehicle he drives. If it's a Volkswagen, we have a copy cat killer on the loose.”

A beat of silence passed between you two, before both of you broke into laughter.

“Kyle! That's horrible.” Fresh tears still poured down your cheeks, long forgotten now as your best friend continued to tease.

“Killing people is horrible!” He yelled back, “you dodging a bullet with Mr. Fred BundtPan isn't though. “

He watched as you fell back into the cushions, shoulders shaking with laughter. Silently, he once again made his way over to where you sat once the shaking transitioned from laughter to pain.

“I really liked him, he seemed like such a good guy.” You whispered, wiping your cheeks once more as you played the embarrassment of sitting alone at the resturaunt over in your head.

“I know. He's a daft cunt for giving you up.” Kyle whispered, pulling you into his side as he rested his cheek atop your head. Listening to you pour all your emotions out, not once letting you go.

“At least I didn't get murdered by Fred Bundtpan.” You whispered toward the end of the night. Now leaning fully against your best friend as grogginess overtook your mind.

“That's very true. Fuck Fred Bundtpan.” Kyle nodded, thumb rubbing circles in your forearm as you sleepily echoed the end of his sentence. A smile tugging at the corners of his lips when you fell asleep against him. 

“Fuck Mr. Bundtpan indeed.” Kyle whispered into the dark. Wondering how mindless a man would have to be to give you of all people up.

A mistake he wouldn't be caught dead doing.

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[annie-of-my-eye]

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[bi-writes]

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[ohbo-ohno]

sometimes i forget not all codfic is dark and then i read like a simon x reader and end up very confused for the majority bc ?? i thought we all agreed he wasn't soft and vulnerable like that ?? and then i realize i've made my way to the wrong corner of codblr lmao

[ceilidho]

As far as I’m concerned you’re the Dos Equis guy of codfic I’ll believe anything you say

KFKJDKHDKWKA “believe”?

I love you though 😭❤️❤️

[forsaire]

I turned talking about video game inaccuracies into something sickeningly sweet. Enjoy 😊 @crunchybeards

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“Johnny, what are you doing? I’ve been waiting-”

But Ghost abruptly stopped talking as he rounded the corner.

Sitting on the couch with his body intensely leaning forward and his eyes squinted in focused determination that Ghost was familiar with seeing when they were on a mission – or when trying to cook – was Soap. The controller in his hands looked small compared to him and the light from the television flickered across his face.

“What are you doing?” Ghost asked.

“Just playing a shooter that one of the recruits gave me,” Soap replied, his eyes zipping across the screen.

Ghost glanced up to see bodies clad in camo military gear running forward towards a diamond point in the distance, Soap’s character following behind them. A flurry of gunshots rang out and the right side of his screen was splattered with streaking red. The character quickly slid to duck behind cover and look through the scope of their sniper rifle.

“You don’t get enough of this in real life?” Ghost asked, crossing his arms. Soap then cursed under his breath and shifted forward. “Evidently not.”

Ghost turned his attention back to the screen. The outline of the gun in the corner had a name, though from Ghost’s memory, it was the shadow of a completely different gun. The magazine size was odd too and when Soap looked into the scope again, there was something a bit off about the lines. He listened for a moment as the characters spoke out to each other – granted it was an American game – but the acronyms were also not familiar.

“It doesn’t bother you how inaccurate all these games are?” Ghost asked. “I understand the 18 year old civilian not giving a shite, but you at least know better. When are you coming to bed?”

Soap shrugged. “I don’t think about it much. Half of the time they’re talking bullocks but I don’t pay attention to the story. I’m just here to…got ya! Blow off a couple heads. They explode much nicer than in real life. Tons of ammo. A dog companion. Enemies showing up on the map. What more could you want?”

“Reality.”

Soap scoffed. “You need to make a more compelling argument.”

Ghost walked behind the couch. “You know what else the real world has?” He gently took Soap’s head in his hands and tilted it backwards, capturing Soap’s lips as he let out a surprised huff. But only a second later, Soap closed his eyes and leaned into it, his hand reaching up to grab at Ghost’s hair. Ghost pulled back ever so slightly, enamored by Soap’s shining blue eyes and pink lips. “Me.” He ran a hand down Soap’s throat. “Now come to bed.”

A loud grunt pulled both of their attentions back to the screen and a bloody game over wiped across the television. Soap sighed.

“You killed me.”

“If you don’t get in bed with me right now, I’ll kill you for real.”

The smallest, amused smirk pulled at Soap’s lips.

“Yes, sir.”

With two hands that easily linked back up with one another again, Ghost and Soap headed back to their room, Ghost ready to show Soap just how good reality could be.

[flowerpatch]

😑 <- the face of a girl who has written 3.3k words in the last 24 hours. for codfic.

[j0hnpr1c3sm1ssus]

TWELVE DAYS OF FICMAS!

Okay maybe it's a little stupid, but I've written out twelve prompts of Christmas fics!

Yes, some are smut, most are fluff because that's what I write more of and are better at writing.

I've been working on this so hard that I haven't been writing much else. Still will have a special 100 follower fic (König x Reader because I basically will never really write him unless recommended/asked to) and still will TRY to get requests done, but they'll take a little while longer.

PROMPT LIST:

1. Mean Girls Christmas Dance w/Simon

2. Baking Gingerbread w/Kyle

3. Carolling w/Johnny and Kyle

4. Christmas With His Family w/Johnny

5. Ice-skating w/ Price

6. Secret Santa w/Simon and Price

7. Setting up the Christmas Tree w/Kyle and Price

8. Christmas Shopping w/Simon

9. Christmas Cookies and Moviethons/Johnny

10. Mistletoe Pranking w/Kyle

11. Christmas Dinner Preparations w/ Johnny and Simon

12. Wrapping presents w/ Price

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I'll be getting these all out (if everything goes as planned) at noon EST, and I'm still writing other things! Thank you, Merry Christmas <3

[sentientcave]

i bring you fruit as tribute. 🥭 + 🍋!

🥭 Rank from most enjoyable/fun to write to least: Fluff, Smut, Angst, Crack.

This is actually really hard to decide. I guess Fluff, Angst, Smut and then Crack, although I do love to get silly with it. Maybe flip those last two. Writing smut is fucking hard.

🍋 What’s your favorite spicier trope to write?

I love like, marriage tropes, forced or of convenience or any variation on the theme. Especially when there's some kind of expectation that the involved parties have to bone down. Also like, it's not one that I've written for Codfics but I love the like alien or fantasy culture trope where one accidentally engages in mating rituals 👀 Also it's one I've seen a few times around here (you literally wrote and posted one today) where it's like partner sharing or showing off to a superior officer/higher ranking individual? I've started a few fics like that but haven't posted any yet (because I'm surprisingly bad at writing actual sex lmao. Maybe not surprising.) Also I'm a big big sucker for like "oh you're injured" and then succumbing to the intimacy of being cared for. I use it in Sparrow twice. And I might use it a third time! Who is going to stop me, the police?

Thanks for asking!!

[soaps-mohawk]

I fell asleep reading codfics but somehow ended up dreaming about George Weasley confessing he liked me and woke up at that exact moment he did because I could feel my heart beat in my ears. I'm just wondering how this guy wormed his way into my mind when all I've been thinking about was CRCB🕴️

And since the appearance of those two threesome scenes, I had this thought like, would the pack ever go through a—packsome?

If yeah then, I'm betting on the alphas getting exhausted the most🥳

—🎼🎙️

That's...quite the jump there. I haven't watched Harry Potter in years. Just isn't the same anymore.

Anyway

A packsome? Maybe.

[g36a2]

punk teenagers strangely friendly to cops are a baffling yet recurring type of character in codfic. post-tiktok is a grim time to be a punk i suppose

[aietherealsz]

me when most fics of simon riley are smut and cis-fem coded :-(