|MDNI| There's smut and suggestive stuff in here...
Hello there! (General Kenobi...)
You can call me "M". I mostly write Cod (reboot + Roach🧡) stuff, whatever the brain rot is at the moment. I didn't play the game, but god do I love stalking the wiki, lol. English is not my first language and I have dyslexia, so please excuse any weird errors.
I don't mind if you want to use my word vomit as inspo, but tag me so I can see the good shit you come up with.
I normally write during the week and post it all from Friday to Sunday.
DON'T USE MY STUFF FOR AI.
Comments, ideas, request? Ask ask ask.
I won't do: Pedophilia, Detailed Domestic Abuse, Detailed Child Abuse, Detailed graphic violence, (I might refuse other things I haven't written down here, I can't think of everything.)
Series - My "life work", hehe
One offs - Yeah, "one offs" with sometimes multiple part, lol
Blurbs - Short ideas, maybe more sometimes
Drawings - When I have time to draw
Non Cod stuff:
Other:
Scottish accent reference
How to make text in captions gradient or multicolored - by @reddriot
Before anyone tells me "M, you're way too early for Kinktober 2026!" hear me out;
By the time october rolls around this year, I will have a brand new little monster to take care of on top of the one I already have. And by experience, I might have even less time or energie to write that I have right now taking care of my one little toddling monster.
That said, I still want to do something for Kinktober this year, so I decided to write it in advence. Last year I did a bunsh of little blurbs throughout the month and one big smut scene for the 31. This year, I'm hoping to prep 10 ish~ of those bigger smut scene (thus why I want to start now.)
This is where I need your help!
I already have some ideas, but I want to hear yours as well! So for every of the 10 scene I'm going to need one Cod Character, one monster for them to be and a kink for the scene. Give me your ideas in the comment!
König | Tentacle eldritch horror | Oviposition | 4/10/2026 (part 2 of last year scene)
2. Horangi | ? | ? | 7/10/2026
3. Nikto | Frankenstein monster | Controled pain | 10/10/2026
I was in that weird, woozy state that happens when you're just about to fall asleep but are barely still conscious last night and I apparently had an epiphany;
Krueger is a Horla. I'm writing Somnophilia smut.
(For those who don't know, a Horla is basically the Eldritch equivalent of a sleep paralysis demon. Sorry, my dumb ass really love cosmic horror.)
Before anyone tells me "M, you're way too early for Kinktober 2026!" hear me out;
By the time october rolls around this year, I will have a brand new little monster to take care of on top of the one I already have. And by experience, I might have even less time or energie to write that I have right now taking care of my one little toddling monster.
That said, I still want to do something for Kinktober this year, so I decided to write it in advence. Last year I did a bunsh of little blurbs throughout the month and one big smut scene for the 31. This year, I'm hoping to prep 10 ish~ of those bigger smut scene (thus why I want to start now.)
This is where I need your help!
I already have some ideas, but I want to hear yours as well! So for every of the 10 scene I'm going to need one Cod Character, one monster for them to be and a kink for the scene. Give me your ideas in the comment!
König | Tentacle eldritch horror | Oviposition | 4/10/2026 (part 2 of last year scene)
2. Horangi | ? | ? | 7/10/2026
3. Nikto | Frankenstein monster | Controled pain | 10/10/2026
Let me live in some delusional reality where Gaz is in it and they just forgot to put him in the trailer, Ghost and Price are just fake fighting/secretly working together behind the scene and they magically bring back Soap and Roach.
Let me be delulu. I'm too pregnant for them to break my heart. I won't survive emotionally.
Summary: It should have been simple; bring the omega to her new pack, fill out your mission report and get back on your merry way. But now you’re a member of the 141, have a few hard pills to swallow, a bunch of explaining to do and a lot more to care about…
Warning: None
Note: English is not my first language and I have dyslexia, so please excuse any weird errors.
The first thing you came to was a deep ache all along your right side. Nothing you couldn't tolerate, with painkillers, at least.
Then came the scents. Something sterile and too clean mixed with something bitter and sharp that had your noise burning. Fear? Hurt?... Betrayal.
Finally came the light, blinding as you tried opening your eyes. Your sight was blurry, but it wasn't hard to recognize the med bay with its medical equipment and pale green walls. You once asked why green, only to be told it helped the eyes readjust after staring at blood for too long.
You didn't make a noise, didn't call out as you looked around. Price was sitting by the head of your bed, looking at the ground and seemingly simmering in anger. Soap and Gaz were standing ratter awkwardly by the foot of your bed, looking nervous and liked they ratter would be anywhere else. Ghost? The tall lieutenant was standing near the door to the room, halfway in, halfway out, like a silent sentinel.
"You didn't just lie to me, to us, but apparently medical and the whole damn military chain of command." Price said, not looking up from the ground. His voice was controlled, dry, but had that quiet edge to it, like an unpined grenade taking too long to explode.
"What?" You mumbled out, your voice cracking softly, the effort of talking somehow making your side hurt worse.
"Don't play dumb, Sergant. Omegas aren't allowed in the military, especially not purebred ones. The only way you got here is by lying and pulling in some favors. And trues me, I don't take kindly to liars and cheaters on my team." Price said with a low growl, making both Soap and Gaz shift uncomfortably at the end of the bed.
"Omega? Captain, what- What are you talking about? I'm a beta." You answered as you felt a pressure build in your chest, your inner beta freaking out at the thought of having displeased the alpha so intensely.
"You think we are idiots?! We saw your medical files! Both of your parents are omega! Two people of the same secondary gender can only have a child of said secondary gender!" Price snapped, finally looking up at you, even going as far as standing up to loom over you.
The loud growl he had left out with his outburst had made both Soap and Gaz step back, Ghost step closer just in case he needed to intervene and you flinched.
Not just a little flinch, but a big one that came with an involuntary whine and misty eyes.
"Cap, it’s not like that! Please, listen to-" You tried to stammer out, only for him to cut in.
"Don't bother, we are done here." Price bit out dryly as he turned to leave.
An even deeper whine came out of you at that, your instincts going into an absolute state of panic. But only for a second, because the next thing you knew, something hot and bitter rolled over you.
"I NEVER PRESENTED AS AN OMEGA!" You shouted at him, tears rolling freely down your cheeks. "By all accounts, yes, I should have been a purebred omega. But I never presented as one. Every doctor my parents took me to called it a biological mistake, an unheard of genetic mutation. AND YOU WOULD KNOW THAT IF YOU HAD READ PAST THE FIRST PAGE OF MY MEDICAL FILES!"
Your outburst had everyone in the room frozen in place, the men’s eyes as their postures tensed.
"What did you just say?" Price asked as he turned to face you again, his voice now much more cautious than angry.
"I never ended up presenting as an omega. I never lied to anyone. I had to provide medical reports on top of medical reports to be allowed to join the military. As my captain, you have access to that part of my medical files. You should already know all of this." You said through clenched teeth, your voice wavering slightly with your tears, but still strong.
Price didn't answer right away. Instead he just extended a hand wordlessly, Ghost moving instantly at the silent command to hand him a stack of paper that had been resting on a small table by the door. Your medical files, you realized.
There was a long, awkward silence as Price flipped through them, leaving everyone else shifting awkwardly, before the alpha finally left out a long sigh and a rough, "Fuck." before sitting back down next to your bed.
"I... I am sorry, B. I had never looked past the first page of your medical report. Your clean bill of health and brilliant recommendations had been enough for me to take you on without questions. This is a failure on my part and no one else." He said in a tired voice, his scent softening into something resembling guilt, which was rare for an alpha, especially one in his position.
There was another long pause before Gaz cleared is throat and spoke up. "So you're what? Some kind of defective omega?"
"Get out." You snapped back instantly.
"Wait! No! B! That came out wrong. I'm sorry, please!" He stammered out, but it was already too late, as Ghost was pulling him out of the room by force, leaving you alone with Price and Soap.
You left out a deep sigh before speaking again. "I'm not a defective omega, or a broken one, or designationless. It's not that I never presented; it's that I didn't present as an omega. I did present during puberty, but as a Beta. Every blood test has been clear since then; I am my parents’ daughter and I am a Beta, no matter how genetically impossible that should be."
"Again, I'm sorry, B. You could have died on that operating table and I accused you of something you didn't even do the moment you woke up." Price left out softly, his eyes falling to the floor once again, in shame this tame.
"As much as I didn't like that, I'm... not completely mad about you all not knowing before now." You admitted softly, making both the alpha and beta look at you in confusion.
"How so, Bun?" Soap asked softly.
"Because you didn't treat me differently because of it. To you I was just another Beta, another soldier. Too often did I have squads wanting to take me on, hoping they would be the ones to "awaken the omega I should have been all along," as if it gave them any claim to me... or my body." You answered softly.
"Did anyone ever-" Soap started, his scent spiking with anxiety and disgust.
"No. No. Never." You said quickly. "No one touched me or tried to take advantage of me. It was just a lot of pretty disgusting talk, honestly."
"It's not much better, and I'm sorry you had to deal with that." Price told you with a deep sigh. "It probably feels empty right now, but I promise you we wouldn't have treated you any different if we had known from the beginning."
"I might have not been part of the team long, but I've been here long enough to know you're telling the truth." You told him with a soft smile.
Good news? The damage to your side wasn't as bad as the medics originally thought and you shouldn't have any lasting damage except light scaring in some areas.
Bad news? You still had to be monitored in the med bay for a few days and couldn't go back to active duty right away.
And honestly, the last few days have been boring... And rather awkward sometimes.
Price was stuck with a bunch of paperwork thanks to the fiasco that had been that mission and hadn't been able to come see you again. Ghost came in at least once a day, but he always seemed... tense... And Gaz had been sulking by the door like a kicked puppy more often than not.
In all of this, your saving grace had been Soap. The beta had made it his personal mission to personally bring you all your meals. The bastard even insisted on peeling the oranges that came with every one of them for you, despite how many times you had told him you could do it yourself. But you knew, deep down, the small action was just an excuse for him to stay with you longer.
"Can I... ask ye about something regarding that whole... Beta Omega mess?" Soap asked tentatively, seemingly too shy about the possibility of asking his question to look up from the orange he was peeling.
"...Sure?" You said between bites of your food. He had never given you any indication he would ask something inappropriate or make any dumb comments, unlike someone who was still whining at the door, so you didn't see why not.
"I ken ye said ye were very much a Beta and not some broken 'mega, but ye seem to... display some 'mega traits... What's up with that?" He asked softly as he handed you an orange slice.
"Oh, that." You said as you took the slice. "Well, purebred, no matter what gender, normally tends to display traits well before puberty. From what I gathered, and what the doctor told me, that’s kind of what happened to me? My body was seemingly getting ready to become an omega early, despite turning into a Beta in the end."
"That's why yer nose is good like a 'mega's? Or why yer scent is just a tad sweeter than a typical Beta and why ye purr?" He asked again.
"Yes. I still produce Beta hormones, pheromones and have Beta instincts, but I ended up with some Omega physical characteristics." You answered.
"Including the ability to produce... ye know.. s... sl..." He tried asking as he blushed like a schoolboy.
"Yeah, including the... slick..." You mumbled out, mirroring his blush.
Soap shifted awkwardly in his seat as he handed you another slice of orange, seemingly debating if he should ask his next question or not.
"Just ask, Johnny." You said shoving the piece of fruit in your mouth.
"Do ye... go into heat?" He mumbled out.
As the question came out of his mouth, you chocked on your slice of oranges, turning an even brighter shade of red. "No. God, no. Heats are caused by an Omega's hormonal cycle, and I produce Beta hormones. So no... I don't go into heat. Not naturally."
"Not naturally?" Soap stammered out, horrified by the implication that there could be an unnatural way to go into heat.
"Well... I mean... theoretically speaking... physically I could be capable of going into heat... and I can be very sensitive to Omega pheromones..." You tried to explain through the awkwardness.
"Oh, God." He let out, going slightly white. "Oh, GOD. Ye'r telling me ye could have gone into what? A spedo heat if ye had stayed in Ophelia's room too long!?"
"Well, I never tested that theory, but maybe, yeah?" You answered.
"Bun, that's the kind of thing you need to tell us! Cap wouldn't have asked you to help if he had known!" The other Beta looked just about ready to shake the nonsense out of you for that, but resisted the urge, since you were still injured.
"But we were fine. And I don't think I would have stayed in spedo heat that long anyway..." You said, waving your hand dismissively.
"Ye don't think? Christ, Bun-" Soap started with a low grumble before breaking out in a big smile and reached out to pull you closer by the back of the neck, leaving a warm kiss on your temple. "Don't do stupid shit like that again without telling us, okay?" He said, pressing his forehead against yours.
"Okay." You said softly, a warm smile spreading on your lips.
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I am curious about dragon reader possibly meeting a younger sibling while on a mission. Someone who wasn’t as lucky as them and has been forced to fight to live, but they’re a skinny little thing, very much younger (possibly hatched later?), and scrappy. But their coloring and being the same species. They were siblings. Maybe she wants to help them like those who helped her when she was younger. I’m curious about how the pride would react to this scrappy (bitty) thing that is trying to escape said nest she made.
Of scales and smoke | An actual Dragonet
The one thing you hadn't expected to find on your first op back with your Pride, your first real op with them, really, was a dragonet. An actual dragonet, hissing and pointing a gun at you.
Now, as much as you hated to admit it, child soldiers were not a new thing, and you had already seen your fair share of them. But a young dragon hybrid of all things? That you weren't used to.
Not to mention they weren't just any dragon hybrid; they were a Wyvern / Wyrm mixed just like you, one with suspiciously bright orange scales, although a bit more yellow leaning than yours.
That was too much of a coincidence to ignore. Dragon hybrids were way too uncommon to not come to the natural conclusion those specific traits pointed to. This scrawny angry little thing currently pointing a gun at you was your sibling.
Taking the gun away hadn't been too hard. Just about anyone this young, or really anyone in general, would freeze up when directly faced with a big dragon hybrid like Simon "Ghost" Riley, in full tactical gear and skull mask. Bringing the dragonet back to base with you all, though? That had been an entirely different story. Especially when they came back to themselves and started spewing electric arcs towards everyone.
It took a lot of hissing, snarling, scratching and bitting, but eventually you got them cleaned, patched up, fed and settled in your nest back at base. Turns out under all that matted hair and feral energy was a little boy. Your little brother.
You'd need a blood test to confirm it, especially if you wanted to take legal responsibility of him, but everyone could already see the obvious.
And that left you sitting around the rec room table with your Pride, all silently sipping coffee and tea as you all tried to process what this means and what you wanted to do about it.
It almost seemed obvious to want to take him in. He was your blood after all. Dragons should be with a Pride, their Pride, especially when so young. But you couldn't raise him in a barrack, could you now? On top of not being the best environment for a child, base command would never let you do it. Would your Pride move to some kind of base logging more appropriate for it if you asked them? And what about when you were all on a mission? Who would take care of him then? Did you send him to the same sanctuary you had grown up in? They did a great job with you, all things considered, but they still didn't have any older dragon hybrid to take care of and teach the hod dragonet they got once in a blue moon.
Aside from that, there was also something else on your mind. If you had a brother, one this young, it meant your parents were more than likely still alive. And, sadly, another one of their brood got stolen from them. Or worse, they were being held captive and bred by force by someone.
Regardless of all of it, your Pride, your team, now had a new mission; finding who was trafficking dragon eggs and young dragonet, stop them and rescue as many dragon hybrids from it as possible.
Chose your own adventure series! There is going to be a choice at the end of every chapter and the suggestion you make in the comments will be taken into consideration!
Summary: You saw and heard things you shouldn't have. Things you would rather forget. Things that now put you in danger. But the world isn't fair and now your life is in danger. Actually, your life isn't even in your own and anymore, in more ways than one, it feels like...
Warning: None
Note: English is not my first language and I have dyslexia, so please excuse any weird errors.
"Ȁ̷̞ͅl̵͎͎͑i̶͓̋̾c̶̥̊ȅ̴̩̈" You found yourself answering without thinking.
Wait... What had you just said? Alice? Was your book really Alice? What?.. Of course it was! You keep reading and rereading the damned thing. Why were you suddenly confused by it? Really, the lack of sleep was getting to you.
"Alice." You repeated more confidently.
"In wonderland or Through the looking glass?" Gaz asked. You suspected he was only trying to keep the conversation going so you wouldn't zone out on them again.
"Neither... It's 'Aliss' by Patrick Senécal, actually..." You said, giving him an awkward smile. It's not like you expected them to know anything of that adaptation of the fairy tale.
"Isn't that the book with the weird orgy in it?" Soap asked, surprising you.
"There's a lot more to the book than that, but, yeah, it is..." You answered with a sigh. Why, when people knew about the book, did they always fixate on that part of it...
"Doesn't matter what version of it it is. The story is always the same; some stupid girl wishing for a better life only to realize what she dreamed of is complete bollocks and that she'd ratter live in the same boring, flawed world as everyone else." Ghost said gruffly from where he was sitting in the front passenger seat.
"Actually, I would argue that-" You started, only to be cut off by their Captain.
"Don't bother, sweetheart, Ghost won't listen to any argument you make when he thinks he's right." He told you as he slowed down the Jeep you were all packed in to a stop. "Alright, Ghost, Gaz, you go in with her. You have fifteen minutes then we start moving again."
You didn't have any time to ask what was going on before you were being guided out of the Jeep and towards a... thrift shop?
"We're only here for the essentials. Three to four shirts, two pairs of pants, a vest, and some socks. If it doesn't fit in the bag, you don't take it." Ghost told you in that gruff voice of his, throwing an old military issued bag in your arms. "And remember you'll still need space for water, food and toiletries."
Well, that would solve the problem of you still wearing the same clothes you had put on a day and a half ago. But still... a bunch of thrift shop clothes and an old backpack, that's all you had for the forcible future? How long would that be? How often did then intend to stop for a wash? You're not some big military man; you can't live in your own filth for days!
But it's not like you had any time to ask your questions, since the big Lieutnant had already vanished somewhere deeper in the store.
"Don't worry." Gaz told you with a smile meant to be reassuring, placing a hand on your shoulder. "I'll help you pick some good quality stuff and show you how to pack it to maximize space."
Ten minutes. That was all you got to choose your new wardrobe with the help of Gaz. Nothing fancy, nothing pretty or exciting, just sturdy, neutral and good quality. Not that you could really complain about any of it. You would ratter that than military fatigues.
"How about you pick something on your own? Just for you, you know? Something fun that you'll actually like?" Gaz told you with a soft smile when he caught you looking at the pitiful pile of second-hand clothes you two had gathered.
You nodded softly as you moved to make one final round around the shop. Three things caught your eyes;
Before anyone tells me "M, you're way too early for Kinktober 2026!" hear me out;
By the time october rolls around this year, I will have a brand new little monster to take care of on top of the one I already have. And by experience, I might have even less time or energie to write that I have right now taking care of my one little toddling monster.
That said, I still want to do something for Kinktober this year, so I decided to write it in advence. Last year I did a bunsh of little blurbs throughout the month and one big smut scene for the 31. This year, I'm hoping to prep 10 ish~ of those bigger smut scene (thus why I want to start now.)
This is where I need your help!
I already have some ideas, but I want to hear yours as well! So for every of the 10 scene I'm going to need one Cod Character, one monster for them to be and a kink for the scene. Give me your ideas in the comment!
König | Tentacle eldritch horror | Oviposition | 4/10/2026 (part 2 of last year scene)
2. Horangi | ? | ? | 7/10/2026
3. Nikto | Frankenstein monster | Controled pain | 10/10/2026
Are you going to join Art Fight this year? Do you have any Cod / military ocs? Yes? Then give 'hem here!
I just finish doing all the prep I really wanted to do before putting my profile out there (I might had more of me ocs if I have the time to update/make their references sheets) and now I'm looking for characters to save for my first few attacks since I keep getting told the site might crash at the beginning of the event. (Yes, Thi_I_M is my other account)
So, yes, if you have any Cod ocs, military ocs or anything that fit that vibe, I would like to see them!
(Also, if any of you could convince @benjaboyisatwink and @etherealizzie to set up an Art Fight page and put Crit, Swan and Doc on there so I can justify making too much drawings of my favorite polycule, that be great.)
Imagine Ghost more or less keeping a succubus captive. He doesn't particularly like sex, he just much ratter have extremely horny dreams then have to deal with the nightmares.
Is it the healtiest way to deal with ptsd? No, but you won't be able to convince him to stop. It's no like you're complaining either when he still keeps you well fed.
Simon as a tendency to be mean in bed. Not necessarily because that's what he likes, but just because that's what he's used to. He knows what he looks like. He knows he attracts a certain type of partner. The type that expects him to be on top, to be rough, to care about his own pleasure before theirs, to call them sluts and treat them like toys.
And he honestly thought you would be the same when he decided to try and get you in his bed.
He was not prepared for you to tell him, ratter sternly, that you didn't do begging or degradation. He was clearly the one eager to fuck you, so he better be grateful that you would let him.
Nor did he expect either to be laying back on the bed for the past 20 minutes watching stretch yourself on your fingers on top of him and slaping his thigh everytime he got empatiant because "if you were going to do this, you would fucking do it right".
Imagine waking up to finding out your boyfriend is finally back from deployement and he didn't botthered taking a shower before pushing is nasty dick inside you while you were still sleeping.
Only problem is that you don't have a boyfriend and you have no clue how Soap got into your appartment...
