#cod fanfics

[manicrouge]

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CLINK, CLINK BABY! || MASTERLIST

[CW!Russell Adler x F!Reader]

BLURB

After moving into your grandmothers old house and intending to continue studying after the summer is over, you meet an older gent who lives across the street and want to befriend him.

cw: slight violence, age gap, slow burn, awkwardness

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CHAPTERS

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CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR: COMING SOON

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about me ʚ🍓ɞ

welcome to my little corner of the void. i’m a writer with a soft spot for the height of ser duncan, the chaos of dom, and the silence of simon riley. you can call me mire ♡ —she/her.

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[sausrecordsgov]

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/Special Agents Underground Services OFFICAL PERSONNEL FILES.

`Míchéal Gallagher

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[Reader inserts]

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[cod-loverrr]

this is just a rant, you dont gotta read it but i appreciate it if you do!!

oh. my. GOD. im so tired of finding stuff on tumblr which i dont wanna read. like... lemme explain. im just *innocently* scrolling on my dashboard, when i come across a cod fanfic. and im like, "okay, this doesnt have any warnings, no mdni, no 18+, nothing like that. it should just be a nice, wholesome, and completely ordinary fanfic. right?" WRONG. the amount of times ive started reading that stuff only to have my jaw drop at the insane smut that they develop into. once again, no trigger warnings, no mdni, no 18+, nothing. IM A MINOR. I DONT WANT TO READ THIS STUFF. so please, please, if youre reading this and you write smut, make sure you put warnings. even if its just a simple "18+."if you do so already, thank you so much. youre doing the tumblr community a great favour. if you just forgot to put warnings, i understand, and its okay. no harsh feelings. i just needed to get this out of my mind.

thank you to everyone who read this and have a good day/night!! i love you all <3

[konigslittleliebling]

CALL OF DUTY TAGLIST.

KÖNIG TAGLIST.

@whore4romance, @babygorewhore, @girl-of-multi-fandoms, @ashley-brooks-2008, @liwooa

STONER KÖNIG TAGLIST.

@mishaglass, @whore4romance, @liwooa

SIMON RILEY TAGLIST.

@whore4romance, @girl-of-multi-fandoms, @ashley-brooks-2008, @liwooa

JOHNNY MACTAVISH TAGLIST.

@whore4romance, @xxshadowbabexx, @ashley-brooks-2008

KYLE GARRICK TAGLIST.

@xxshadowbabexx

JOHN PRICE TAGLIST.

@whore4romance, @xxshadowbabexx, @ashley-brooks-2008

KEEGAN TAGLIST.

@whore4romance

ALL CHARACTERS.

@infpt-zylith, @wannabeumelec, @ihateuguys, @relaxxedphoton @peachesdabunny

[lucid-ivory]

ex Anam Cara

Anam Cara is a phrase that refers to the Celtic concept of the "soul friend" in religion and spirituality.

summary: reader was betrayed by a friend who somehow ended up leading the cartel you were "hunting". you showed no mercy.

characters: ghost, soap, price, gaz & alejandro x fem reader

genre: angst-ish with comfort

cw: typical violence, gore, implied SA attempt

note: reader is young, again. "he" is just an imaginary villain aaand there's a long introduction.

you've known him for long enough, maybe there was a spark between you two.

you barely had alone time for yourselves, but maybe that was better.

the other friends in your group never said anything, at least in front of you.

he was...

gentle, caring.

lovely.

but he vanished.

Your teammates, including you, were tied to different chairs in an eerie room. Walls were covered in dry blood and you all could see cut limbs from people that don't exist anymore scattered all over the floor.

You knew for a while already he was in charge. All the clues you've found just reaffirmated this.

Fortunately for you, the adrenaline in your brain wasn't letting you feel. Why would you care now about all the memories you had together along with the other friends? Your mission was to make it out alive before he sold your organs for a simple gram of any drug he could find.

The rest of your teammates knew how hard this case was for you: betrayal was nothing unknown for them, though you were kind of new to this.

You had him in front of you, almost wanting to make you submit; you felt his punches and harsh words, you heard him admit everything he's done, you've heard him whispering all the cruel things he'd do to you. In his eyes, you were the traitor for exposing his business.

You expected the worse: he knew your fears, your triggers. He knew how much splitting your arms open would make you cringe, he knew how humiliated and dirty you would feel if he just did filthy and profane things to you in front of the other men, your so called "teammates". He convinced you they would enjoy it.

All of you were tied , but only you were threatened. It's like he didn't see the rest.

You felt irritated, your arm was shaking though not in fear precisely; you felt the need to punch, cut, split open, harm, hurt, kill. You felt responsible and almost guilty for leading your team to this place, for bringing up this cartel.

What about the rest of your friends?

They weren't clueless.

You still remember this girl that suddenly vanished too. She was close to you. You remember the police saying how she simply ran away. And now you remember his words from some seconds ago, explaining how he tortured her, how he ate her alive, how he "made her a woman" only to finally kill her and pick her organs like anyone would pick cherries from a tree.

To sell them later.

"What did you expect me to do?"

His words only made you want to bite him and spit his skin far away like a savage animal would.

"Hm. You'd be expensive".

Your wrists were burnt from all the friction with the goddamn rope that was holding you in place, but you weren't even able to feel it. You just needed to free your hands, and then you'll think what goes next.

His fingers started undoing your hair that you usually kept in different hairstyles to not bother you. It was almost loving, he did it carefully.

You did not want his hands on you, you did not want him near you or anyone else. You could only use your teeth, and so you did.

A hiss of agony was heard, as if he was still trying to play tough in front of you. He tried to remove his hand from you, but you kept biting through only to free yourself from his threatening aura.

Your teeth were now stained crimson, and he stared almost in horror at his hand as he finally removed it. You groaned and spat the blood.

Ghost was the only one who felt almost proud at seeing you in such a violent and primal state. He knew he didn't have to worry, at least for now. He was convincing himself you could handle this.

Price was worried, though. He wasn't fond of the way he was "caressing" you after so casually explaining how he would "physically corrupt" you.

Soap was almost as angry as you, about to go feral. He appreciated your emotional and physical strength to just bite him as if you were some sort of dog; using the last resources you had.

Gaz didn't do or say anything. He was just constantly looking at Price. Maybe that's why Price tried to act rough in front of him. If the leader is scared, everyone will get scared.

"Leave her alone, cabrón!"

His words were ignored.

"I always wanted it to be you".

You almost froze, eyes sharp staring at him as if you were about to snap at any moment.

"But she was always hanging out with us. She won it".

"You fucker! You killed her!"

A different type of hate and disgust could be heard in your voice.

"She was your friend, I know. Mine too."

You let out a heavy breath along with a shaky groan.

"..you killed her..."

You could simply repeat your words all over again. She wasn't missing, she wasn't kidnapped, she was killed. By *him*.

If it wasn't for the situation, your reaction would almost be fascinating and mesmerizing. Strong.

You felt the blood on your wrists, and a kick on your stomach. You were now laying down on the floor, you don't even know when it happened.

He grabbed you by the shirt, he screamed in your face, he punched your stomach again. You couldn't breathe.

The rest of the team could only sit and watch you in agony, watch you being dragged by him almost as if you were...

...dead?

You struggled, but you still managed to move around and kick. They knew you were still alive, but probably on the verge of passing out.

But everything went for the better when you got rid of the rope holding your wrists and you managed to punch him in specific parts of his legs that would make him see stars for a while. Your wrists ached and stung, burned by the friction with the rope. You didn't care, you went for it, for everything, for the sharpest tool you could find to cut his ankles and legs. You threw him on the ground, you opened his throat. The men swore they could see you almost trying to drink his blood. You stabbed his chest and stomach several times, enough to make him unrecognizable.

Soap looked at you amazed, almost with some sort of psychotic smile on his face, he never expected to see you in such a state of pure rage. Ghost calmly watched you do your job. Gaz was surprised, almost... terrified.

When you were done with your massacre, your whole body was covered in blood and you were breathing heavily. You were sure you probably hurt yourself too in the process, but the fear and shock in your brain wasn't letting you realize. You stopped, and stared at the mutilated body below you. Nothing felt real anymore. You killed lots of people already but... it was never that bloody and violent. It was never someone close to you.

You slowly got up, your hands weren't dirty with blood; they felt stained.

"Good job, mi chula".

You faked a smile at Alejandro and proceeded to use the same knife to cut the other ropes that were tying the rest of your teammates to their chairs. Your hands were shaky and everyone noticed, you simply said it was the adrenaline.

Price could almost hear your heart crushing, it was like he read your mind: you didn't want to be there anymore. You wanted to cry your eyes out. You killed him in the most disturbing way possible.

Maybe your mission was already done. The cartel would not work with all the people and their leader being dead.

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"It's okay, you're okay".

Ghost wanted to comfort you. Your eyes were watery, your leg was non-stop bouncing and your hands were still shaking yet you would never show your panic.

"You did great, Sergeant".

You turned around to look at Soap on your other side, crouching on the floor next to you, holding onto the chair in which you were sitting.

Price was in front of you with his arms crossed. This type of violence wasn't anything new for them, but this kind of reaction, especially coming from you, was.

You were surrounded by the entire team, and you didn't quite know if it was comforting or overwhelming.

"It could've been worse, trust me. I thought he was going to kill you right there".

Gaz still looked terrified; terrified of you, and terrified of the entire situation they just survived thanks to her.

"You saved yourself, and us too." Price said. "Maybe you deserve a higher rank."

"You were badass back there, querida" Alejandro continued. "No need to cry".

It almost felt unreal how everyone was trying to cheer you up. Their words still didn't help that much as you simply stared at some empty point of the room with your eyes wide open and your entire body still shaking.

"Betrayal hurts, Sergeant. But by the way you're still trying to keep your tears inside I can guarantee you were made for us".

You let out a shaky breath.

"Thanks, Ghost..."

You barely finished your sentence when you were immersed in warm, tight hugs and friendly pats.

shorter than i expected it to actually be and it's a bit shit but hope there's someone out there who likes it 😭 also this is my first time writing an actual story instead of just headcanons so i'm not sure if it's fine. ALSO my requests are open !!

[gomzdrawfr]

stain me with all you have

Hey there! I present to you another fic for PriceRaven :D

read it here

This is a smut (with feelings) fic, therefore I've uploaded it onto my Ao3 instead of over here, BUT here's snippet :p

big big thanks to bressynonym for bringing this vision of mine to life! her commission details are linked here

.....his thoughts were interrupted when he felt a swipe on his philtrum, the cold finger coming in contact with his warm ones made him shudders slightly as he trailed his eyes up to meet the birdie’s brown eyes.

Brown, honey eyes that are now blown out.

He felt the low vibration of her hum as she swiped her thumb across his lips, where she cheekily painted his lips with his blood like lipstick.

“Playing with your food, are you, birdie?”

“More like prepping my meal…”

Meal?

He hummed back quietly, as their eyes met again for another moment.

It's undeniable that they have been building up tensions since their first encounter, and the realisation only continues to deepen.

They both want more out of this. 

Birdie who scratches the metals of her cage, begging to be set free, tempting him with a promise he’ll find pleasure in. 

Or rather, more so an orange, dangling before him seemingly within reach, deceptively sweet but turned sour and bitter if he sank his teeth into it. 

A forbidden fruit begging to be torn apart.

He might answer the plea and temptation after all.

[weskiepookie]

The bodyguard Pt6

John Price X Elvira Wolff

TW: NSFW, unprotected sex

Summary: After seeking Shelter in a Barn, Elvira's Deepcar feelings for Price came into fruition.

[ Admin note: So sorry for the delay, the amount of weeks I was avoiding to write NSFW, but I finally did it... 😅 ]

The two soon found themselves at a farm house, which looked to be abandoned. Yet the doors and windows were also barricaded, trying to get into the house itself was out of the table. And far too risky. Price saw a barn not too far. He grabbed Elvira's hand.

“A barn, let's go.” Price said, Elvira nodded in agreement and quickly began to follow him over to the barn. He opened the door first for Elvira, watching her go in before entering himself, closing the Barn door behind him.

The barn was their only source of shelter, it would do for now as the storm covered their footsteps. Away from Graves’ henchmen, Price sent out a signal to Ulrich pinpointing their location. Though it would be a while until any form of backup would arrive, both Elvira and Price's clothes were soaked. Clinging onto their bodies, Elvira shivered slighter as she took off her clothes.

“Need to take these off otherwise we'll get sick…” Elvira spoke, Price hummed in agreement. Both of them stripped their clothes, Leaving them hung up to dry. 

The barn was a relatively dry place, albeit it was a little cold and a bunch of hay was sticking about. But it was something for now. Elvira was left in her bra and underwear, yet her eyes could help but gaze on Price's chest momentarily.

His chest was well toned, Price frequently worked out to keep it how it is. Yet she loved every curve, every abs, every scar. Anything that body of his he had to offer, Elvira loved every single thing about it. Her heart began to race faster at any thought about him, it drove her insane even thinking about him. Watching him hang up his turtleneck, leaving his other clothes to be hung up and dried.

“Like what you see?”

Price's voice snapped Elvira back into reality, their eyes laid upon each other. There was a moment of silence before Elvira nodded.

“Course…” Elvira admitted, a light blush painted her cheeks. Price approached her, his rough hands on her body. Checking to see if there were any scars or form of Injuries from the car crash. Luckily there wasn't anything major to be worried about.

“Luckily you got no injuries, I was worried for a second because of the crash… When it happened the first time…” Price sighed, the memory replayed in his mind when the first car crash happened. 

“I should've done better, I failed you.”

“We didn't know Graves would've attacked the first-” Elvira tried to speak, Price held onto Elvira's hand. He interrupted her.

“I… I Should've known.” Price then slowly exhaled, pressing his head against hers. “You could've died…” He whispered.

“But I'm okay…” Elvira whispered softly, she closed her eyes as their foreheads touched momentarily. Enjoying the bitter sweet moment, Elvira always had some form of feelings for Price. Yet she never acted upon them, not knowing what Price would think… And also because of his job, including what her Godfather would think. 

“I'll do better.” Price spoke in confidence. His eyes lingered to her lips, perhaps staying there a little too long. Acting upon his instincts, he leaned in and began to kiss her.

Immediately melting into his arms, Elvira gladly returned the kiss without a second thought. All the doubts and fears she had, they all seemed to have washed away within that moment. 

The kiss grew deeper, more desperate. Elvira had to cling onto him, almost feeling like she was running out of breath. As if she would almost slip away from him, gradually pulling away. Catching her breath as she looked into his eyes.

“You're a good kisser.” Price complimented, leaning in once more. This time his lips pressed against her skin, kissing her neck a couple of times. His hands around her waist, his lips were soft and gentle at the same time. It made Elvira shudder.

“Do you want me to stop?” Price stopped kissing her neck, he moved back a little to look at her. The last thing he wanted to do was make her uncomfortable, which would jeopardise their relationship and his job as a whole.

“No… Don't stop.” Elvira reassured Price, placing her hand upon his cheek. Gently caressing it, her thumb brushing over parts of his beard. 

His lips curled into a smile, lifting her up into his arms before gently laying her down on top of the hay, making sure she was comfortable before getting himself on top of her. 

Price positioned himself on top of her, leaning in one more to kiss her neck where he had found her sweet spot previously. All the while his hands moved up to her chest, unhooking her bra before taking it off and leaving it aside. 

Kissing down her collarbone, taking his sweet time. Appreciating every detail about the beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes upon. His eyes gazed at her breasts and nipples, kissing, sucking, licking and gripping them. Giving them both the same amount of attention.

Elvira's moans and groans of pleasure were music to his ears, Price's cock hardened each time hearing her sweet voice. Occasionally grinding against her, a soft groan escaped his lips.

His hand gracefully took off her underwear, throwing it aside like it was nothing, his large hand striking down her inner thigh. Hearing Elvira gasp in ecstasy.

“You like that, don't you?” Price cooed to her.

“Mm…” Elvira hummed in reply, she closed her eyes, her whole body shuddered in pleasure when she felt his hand drifting closer… 

Price gently inserted his finger inside of her, wanting her to get used to the sensation and to open her up a little. The last thing he wanted was for her to be in pain.

“You're a good girl…” He praised, he started his hand moment. All the while pressing his lips against her own, the kiss was hot and messy. Inserted his tongue inside, His tongue pressing against her own for dominance.

Elvira groaned against his lips, her hands moving to his arms holding onto them. allowing him to kiss her with his tongue, gladly returning the kiss. Her mind felt clouded, how his fingers moved inside of her… Inserting another one gradually, her toes curled.

Price pulled away seeing the face she made, he grinned before quickening the moment with his fingers. The blue In his boxers becoming more visible.

“Pretty girl…” He whispered into her ear. “Are you going to be a good girl and cum for me?” 

“Fuck me…” Elvira gasped out loud. “John…” She whined, closing her eyes tightly feeling the orgasm building up inside of her. A strange, yet good feeling down below. It didn't take her long to release her orgasm, she came on Price's fingers. 

“Such a good girl.” He praised, he pulled his fingers out of her, licking the juices off her fingers. “You taste delicious.” Price removed his boxers, he groaned as his cock was hard. Elvira was a little out of breath, she took a moment to compose herself. Yet her eyes couldn't help, but look down…

His cock was a surprising size– the sweat around the base, glistening from the tip of his cock. Using the precum, lubricating her before prodding her entrance with his tip.

“You ready?” He asked softly, Elvira nodded to his words placing her hands upon his shoulders. 

“I'm ready.” Elvira replied to him, she did feel a little scared… Yet at the same time she felt excited too.

Price kissed her neck, placing his hands on her hips. Pressing the tip against her entrance, Inserting his member inside of her bit by bit. Groaning slightly, closing his eyes.

“Fuck me… I feel your walls clenching around me already, doll…” His voice was hoarse and passionate, he didn't start his movements yet, wanting her to get used to him.

Elvira groaned in pain feeling his member pushing inside of her, her back almost arching. After a few moments, Price slowly started his movement. He Was slow and gentle, not wanting to hurt her. 

Price kept up with the gentle movements, though it wasn't long before he heard the sweet moans escaping her lips once more.  

“Oh baby…” Price groaned. “You feel so good…” Bit by bit he gradually quickened his movement. “So good…” Losing himself in the pleasure already, his hands gripping her hips.

As much it hurt at first, though as the ache went away Elvira began to like it, as he quickened his movement she too began to moan In pleasure.

Price leaned down kissing her collarbone, chest. One of his fingers pinched and twisted her nipple. Hearing her was like music to his ears, every moment he craved more and more of It.

Both of them found themselves lost in the pleasure as the minutes went by, Elvira's mind clouded and overwhelmed,  overstimulated with pleasure. Price thrusts his movements quicker, all the whole her moans becoming more frequent. 

Price pulled out of Elvira, turning his body around so she would be resting upon her stomach. His hands on her hips once more, from behind he inserted his cock once more.

“Seeing you in this position…” Price was almost breathless, his eyes staring down at Elvira. Starting his movements once more, seeing how Elvira could barely speak made him laugh. 

It felt like the Barn’s walls were getting smaller with each second as he continued, Elvira felt her orgasm building up within her from down below.

“Scheisse John… I can't…” Elvira gasped a little. “I need to…” She whimpered, digging her nails into his back.

Price groaned. “Oh fuck yeah… Cum for me.” He gave her a few more thrusts, when she released her orgasm he quickly pulled out and came on her stomach. 

Elvira took a few moments to catch her breath, she opened her eyes to Price cleaning her as the fluids ran down her legs. returning the gesture, she too cleaned Price. Despite the hay being extremely uncomfortable, it was the only thing they could lay down on.

“I love you…” Elvira spoke softly as she laid her head on his chest, stroking his chest. 

“I love you too doll.” Price smiled, he kissed her head, the two soon settled down and fell asleep in each other's arms.

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[ Pt 7 ]