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cod thirst/fanfic blog | queer | 19, mdni | they/he

[levs-letters]

heya. my name’s lev, or call me pierson if you feel like it! I’m 19, nonbinary & queer. I thoroughly enjoy drooling over cod men, particularly the 141 and 09 ghost/soap :)

fuck off kinkshamers, -ists and -phobics of any kind. I’m a giant fag and I love the block button, it makes me jump with joy

no ai. don’t put my shit into ai. That’s weird and I’ll spiritually kill you or something.

decided to add onto this; I will never write fem reader. I will write gn or male (includes ftm) reader, but never fem. there’s plenty of fem reader authors out there, and i am not one of them.

masterlist

Taglists! Hybrid posts; @/other-fandoms-reblogs

Anons! none (yet…👀)

[profbuppy]

everyone following me for dubcon stalker porn: there will be more gender theory.

everyone following me for gender theory: there will be dubcon stalker porn.

please use ur discretion 😭😭😭

[houujin]

A relatively messy study/fanart for project hail mary, the last month has really awakened my inner space loving child again

Also fun fact, while drawing Man of war by Radiohead started randomly playing which i think is very veru fitting for this

[crashingcryptid]

Mhmm Graves „if you want to be a real man, I‘ll fuck you like a real man“ Graves who insists on anal with ftm reader. Bonus points for nasty creampie and gaping from his big dick. He‘d be the kind of man to push it back in with his fingers so its sticks😋😋

Graves laughs when you spread your legs for him in bed, the smell of his whiskey slapping across your face. "What? Want me to frot our dicks together? On your stomach." He taps your side insistently, making you obediently roll over onto your belly. "That's it, pretty boy. Wanna be fucked like a real man, don't you? None of that sissy shit."

Graves yanks your hips up, prying open your cheeks to look down at your puckered hole. "Wait! I've never really done anything back there.." You admit as you wiggle in his grip, gasping when he spits on your exposed ring of muscle.

"Mm, then you'll be nice and tight for me, huh?" He spits again, pressing his thumb roughly against the tight hole in front of him. The burn of his thumb forcing its way inside makes you mewl, eyes squeezing shut. "Oh, don't worry, sweetheart. Only hurts for a little bit." He coos as he thrusts his thumb further.

"It's too tight -" Graves pushes your head into the pillow with a shush, thrusting his thumb further inside. You shiver when cold lube dribbles on your hole, slowly starting to grind back on his thumb until he slowly pulls it free. Two fingers prod your hole next, eyes squeezing shut at the burn as he slides them inside. "Mmn! Fuck!"

"Don't worry, sweetheart, you're doing so good for me." He whispers, draping himself over your back, teasing his cock between your folds. "You want me here so bad, huh? Feel you dripping on me like a proper bitch... But your taking me so well here, aren't you?"

"Yes, sir!" You couldn't help but whine when he pulls his fingers out, but your heart jumps slightly when he presses the head of his cock against your hole. "Wait, sir, please, I can't take it." You plea nervously, another cold dribble of lube being your only reply.

"You can, sweetheart... Just relax for me. I'll make you feel real good."

[levs-letters]

you didn’t think anything of it when you let simon borrow some deodorant— he reeked during the mission where he had been laying down in the mud for hours, scoped in and taking out any trouble that the rest of the team ran into. it was normal for you two, anyway.

just like how when he stares at your sandwich that you were snacking on during a meeting, you didn’t think twice before sliding half of it over to him. then, you saw how unsure he was, and picked it back up again before placing it in his gloved hand.

you could tell he was pretty shy. but he was sweet, too. like how when you let out a small shiver in the common room on the couch, and he laid half the blanket that he had on his lap over yours too. you didn’t think you’d make fast friends with the big guy, but you did. and you were happy.

…however, you were a bit confused when hybrid!simon mentioned doing something for your ‘courting anniversary’

[runilosttheplot]

Small post to appreciate the FtM's for holding up the x male reader tag

[levs-letters]

okok. so. soap/johnny’s a pretty understanding guy. he cracks jokes, but is nice enough to tone them down and comfort someone if they’re upset by it. he’s got a warm smile that makes you just feel safe, yknow? hell, he even managed to befriend simon, the ghost.

which, is why, you can’t help but hate him.

it all feels so fake. maybe because it’s all lines that you’ve had to rehearse saying, practicing to pretend to care about what someone did on their day off or why they seem more tired than usual. he’s always so enthusiastic, you just can’t imagine being that interested in talking to other people.

it just angers you even more when he starts talking to you as well. because when he does, he doesn’t make you perform that normal behaviour that people still think is odd when it comes from your mouth. he notices it, that thing inside you that everyone calls wrong, and he doesn’t poke or prod at it. he asks about you, your hobbies, your life, and doesn’t get offended when you don’t ask about his. it’s on cold dark missions together that he talks about himself and his own life.

eventually, you do ask him what his days off or afternoon was like when you’re both at base, and he answers with a smile. he knows you don’t truly care about the things that made him happy or upset, (not in the way most people do, at least), but he notices how you do small things like make him his coffee or save him a seat in a meeting so that he’ll talk to you more later.

you hate how johnny lets you care for him in your own way, even though he knows you don’t feel any real empathy for him. how on earth could he know you and all of your boredom, the whispered jokes in the halls about psychopathy, your lack of ‘care’, and still want to be close to you?

[levs-letters]

okay guys I’m out of drafts and deep in a writers block 💔 asks are open, pls request things and give me motivation :’)

[levs-letters]

thinking about being a soldier an object that price commands owns….

price is no saint.

you can’t be a saint in this line of work. if you are, then it’s because you’re already boxed up and wrapped with the country’s flag to be sent home. but that didn’t matter to you. it never had. you’d throw this whole task force into a burning building if it meant that you could stay here, standing in front of your Captain.

price is gazing up at you from where he’s sat in his chair, legs parted just enough for you to fit between them. he takes a drag of his cigar. “C’mere and kneel for me, sweetheart.” He orders. His voice is gravely and the air is thick with smoke. You kneel between his legs, head level with his stomach, and his hand runs through your hair. He gently tugs it like a rowdy dog’s leash, using it to guide you to rest your head on his muscular thigh.

You let out a sigh, content, and bare your neck for him. When the cigar’s butt burns against your neck against the other scars, you only whimper and buck your hips slightly. He coos at you softly as the sharp pain becomes a stinging ache. “There we go…You can rest now, pretty thing.” You know it’s an order, every word out of his mouth is an order. And, of course, you obey. You always obey. He’s your captain, after all. You belong to him.

[levs-letters]

Absolutely need every COD members most depraved kink on reader

yes ughhh….

Kyle is into pain play. He’ll hump your boot until you start crushing and kicking his dick with your foot. His hips always stutter, not sure whether to pull away from the pain or hump against the pleasure. He’s drooling and cumming whenever you kick his dick with your knee and choke him out. (He always pouts afterwards when you ice his bruised balls)

Soap is into scent. No matter what position, he ends up shoving his face into your armpit as he ruts into you. He’s begging you to never shave any hair there so that the smell sticks, and huffs whenever you put on deodorant. He’ll be rearranging your guts and pull your arm above your head before pressing his face into your armpit, inhaling desperately. “Fuck, love— ye smell divine.”

Price loves fauxcest obviously, but plenty of people talk about that. I think he also loves prostate play and sounding. His old man dick isn’t exactly working all the time, and when he discovers strap ons or if you want to top? He’s bent over his desk, hairy ass spread. He loves feeling you slam into him, sounding rod with slight vibration in his dick. He’s always sobbing, begging to cum, nodding desperately when you call his dick useless and his ass his pussy.

Simon loves slight pain play and necro stuff. Not with any actual bodies, just with himself. He loves the idea of laying in bed (playing dead), before you crawl on-top of him and basically ‘fuck him back to life’. It helps with his cotard’s syndrome and gets him SO hard. He’s just so obsessed with you, he always groans and squirms at just the idea of it. He cums extra hard with those small amounts of pain that ground him.

[levs-letters]

pssst my asks are open

[levs-letters]

Okay, so Gaz is a vanilla sort of guy when it comes to sex. You two have tried many different positions, some with rope or bondage. He’s always been on top/the dom in his relationships and hookups. He doesn’t mind when you ask him to tie you up a little or to try a unique position. He doesn’t really get the appeal, but he doesn’t mind. So, yeah, he’s vanilla.

…Until you try tying him up, that is.

He ends whining and begging already at just you jerking him off, hands tied to the headboard of the bed. Each stroke makes him feel the burn of the rope around his wrists even more. By the time he cums, his hips are stuttering and his back is arching. He gasps mid moan at the feel of his cum spurting onto his stomach and chest.

After that? You guys are trying more and more things. Turns out, he loves being the sub. You try vibrators, him bottoming (with your dick or strap, if you use a strap then you guys are shopping for different lengths and types of course), everything you guys can think of. Now, every time you have sex, he’s moaning like a whore whenever you roll your hips against his.

never mind, he’s not vanilla.

[digital-nocturne]

A Bucky warmup sketch while I ponder what to draw…

Also good evening hairy man enjoyer community.

[levs-letters]

Gaz who notices how sometimes, maybe words are too much. Maybe noise is too much, or you have a hearing impairment. He doesn’t mind. Although, it can get a bit tedious when you two have to play charades to choose what restaurant to order from.

And Gaz, sweet and observant and gentle Gaz, learns sign language for you. He learns the full BSL alphabet, continuously adding more and more words to his knowledge, and maybe he learns a whole other dialect of sign language that’s from your country.

He wants to be able to talk to you, even in those rough times. Each night he stays up, watching youtube tutorials from six years ago and spending his money on online courses. He learns the different grammar and sentence structure. He makes sure to have a whole notepad dedicated to any notes he takes or words he wants to learn the next time.

But before any of that, before the alphabets and the colours and the grammar, he learns three simple words.

“I love you.”

[levs-letters]

who should I write something for next? I can’t decide, I love them all so much…

👀?

Gaz

Soap

Price

Ghost

Voting ended onFeb 11

[levs-letters]

Price who when you dissociate, he huffs in annoyance. He’ll snap at you, telling you to “pay attention, sergeant. quit zoning out like a distracted child.” sometimes, when it’s clear you’re not able to listen, he just storms off. He leaves you in the dark about what was said and what happened, and gets frustrated when you don’t turn in the paperwork he was apparently talking about. “Stop being so lazy before I write you up for insubordination,” he grunts, cold and stern, before turning away once more and expecting you to figure it out.

And then there’s Gaz who when you dissociate, he waits. “Oh— okay. Let’s get you comfy,” he says. He patiently tells you about his day while you’re out of it. He makes sure you sit or lay down somewhere, resting his head against your shoulder or chest so you feel the comforting pressure. He’ll hold your hand under tables at meetings, gently squeezing to ground you when you’re ready to come back to reality. afterwards, he fills you in on every little thing that was said while giving you some water and one of the snacks he keeps in his pocket.

(very much inspired by @rawme-price and their toxic price…. I love that old man being mean. go check out their stuff they’re amazing!!)

[hyperfixiation-station]

I can't stop thinking about the 141 with an autistic recruit who can't tie their shoelaces. It so dumb. You can disassemble and reassemble a gun in under 30 seconds, but tying your shoes? And impossible battle.

Your team finds it odd. You're so good at everything else, but your shoes are always velcroed.

They don't realize why until you are forced to wear laced shoes on an op, and 10 minutes after you disappeared into a different room the hear a loud thud. Ghost finds you in tears over the shoes because you can't get the laces to cooperate, on of the boots clearly thrown across the room in frustration.

But instead of mocking, he just gets down in front of you and laces up the boots. He remembers his own frustration at a younger age, sobbing in a closet with bruises on his shins because he couldn't figure it out.

Thtas all. Thanks for coming to my ted talk