#cod fanfics

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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.

this is where i archive my fics and let my thoughts wander a little too far. i hope you find something here that keeps you company for a while.

the ground rules

‎♡‧₊˚ age limit ‎♡‧₊˚ this blog is 18+ only. i write smut and mature themes that are not intended for minors. if you are under eighteen, please do not follow or interact.

‎♡‧₊˚ respect the work‎ ♡‧₊˚ my writing is for tumblr only. do not repost, translate, or distribute my fics on other platforms without my explicit permission. strictly no ai. do not feed my work into any ai generators or scraping tools.

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the archives

‎♡‧₊˚ ser duncan the tall ‎ ‎♡‧₊˚ the thickest knight in the seven kingdoms.

↳ [masterlist] — all fics, headcanons, and series.

‎♡‧₊˚ yungblud/dominic richard harrison ‎♡‧₊˚ late nights, messy eyeliner, and rockstar boyfriend energy. purely for the heat.

↳ [masterlist] — enter for some hot stuff.

‎♡‧₊˚ simon 'ghost' riley ‎♡‧₊˚ mire07 reporting for duty.

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/Special Agents Underground Services OFFICAL PERSONNEL FILES.

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.

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

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.

[...]

"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.

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.

Simple quick DaRules:

+ No Minors // MDNI.

+ Fic ratings are 18+ / R / Explicit = 🌶️🌶️ NC-17 / Mature = 🌶️

+ I don't take requests (atm maybe)

+ No Taglists

+ Just here to have fun

I rarely write, there's no schedule, most fics might get abandoned so don't get attached. You can find me on AO3 currently as TasteoftheDivine

Categories:

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