#cod character

[cod-masterlist]

hello, and welcome to the masterlist! this account was created to archive and list current call of duty blogs: both roleplay and ask. it's a chance to expose everyone in the community and their characters to others!

if your blog or a blog you know isn't on the list, please send an ask or shoot a dm so we can add it! same goes for any missed or incorrect information. it's easy to miss an age or misspell a name.

let's make this a healthy, friendly community.

https://codmasterlist.carrd.co/

yes, we will list canon characters multiple times. it wouldn't be fair to pick one out of many blogs. so if you see two ghost blogs, for example, they'll link to two different accounts.

we will add multi-muse blogs. if there are more than one character, we will list their names separately and link them to the one blog.

you can request another section in the masterlist for any specific category of blogs. though, there must be a minimum of five blogs that can be listed.

is there someone mean/disrespectful listed? let us know. this blog promotes being kind to everyone in the community, and will (silently) remove perpetrators from the list.

yes, we include non-soldier blogs as well! this includes anon blogs, civilians, nurses, etc! if your character is in the call of duty universe, we want it on the list!

[mammamiaspizzeria]

my fic is on a temporary hiatus??/ kind of, because IM TRYING TO get moneys

but here are some Breanna doodles :)(also posted in my IG)

[doubleloner]

tag your traumatized man comfort character

[simonz-angel]

shower time w/ simon n his pretty lil roommate

water beats down at his shoulders, scorching drops pelting down the arch of his arms, down the rippling muscles of his chest. soap lingers on his skin as his hand words quick strokes over his cock, head falling back to let water run through his hair and over his flushed face.

on the other side of the shower curtain there you are, he can barely see the silhouette of your body, can barely make out the soft of your voice. but fuckkkk the mere outline of your plush curves had him in some fuckin trance.

“ugh, i still don’t understand why they couldn’t just come over and watch a movie with us.” you’re speaking of your friends, painting your lips in a cherry, explosive red as you get ready to go out to the bar together. but simon couldn’t focus on anything except the emphasis of us. good god.

he presses his free hand to the striking cold shower tiles, lip stung between his teeth as he chokes back his guttural noises. his stomach rising, flexing and pulling back suddenly taut against his organs, breath ragged.

“si?” you chirp, and he can hear the click of your heels at the edge of the curtain. he can see the slightly sliver of your soft, thick legs. fuck fuck fuck. “would you tell me if i look good in this.”

and he abides, folding his back to the shower wall, hips reeled forward to keep working his hand. and when the beads of water strike his cock, he’s in shambles, jaw dropping and eyes rolling, barely concealing his reaction when his neck rolls and his head hits the cool tile.

his eyes scan you, your sweet dress cuts down into your breasts, accentuating em in a way that they spill into his face. it cuts into the plush of your waist, silhouetting your figure sweetly. and when his eyes drop to your legs, his cock spurts.

“so?” you giggle, giving him a lil spin, before you’re popping a hip in question. “how do i look?”

and simon chuckles to himself, pulling his lip between his teeth to hide the whimper that works itself up his goddamn throat.

“y-you look beautiful, babe.” he chokes slightly, desperate to lick the tang of your red lip off, to have it ringed round the base of him. n his head rolls back, low eyes looking down your dress as he mumbles, “one more spin for me?”

[scftangl]

Me, getting distracted for a moment in just in smut and now I don't know what position they are in:

[bitin-and-barkin]

STRONG OLDER MEN. I want to see a man, so rough and tough in the streets actually be a big sweetheart and SO nervous in bed. All flustered and whiney, rutting against your thigh like a one dollar whore. I need to see them overstimulated and crying from pleasure while you suck them off or eat them out. I want to see them be so scared about hurting you while they fuck you oh so gently, SO horny, but so afraid of hurting you. I wanna see one cry and whimper into your neck while they ride you soo well like a good boy <3 you let them cum as much as they want because they're being soo good for you (and they NEED that privilege cause they are soo sensitive and will cum so much) and they eat ALL of your praise up

[fuckyeahchinesefashion]

OP is a chinese cosplayer and professional volleyball player and too tall to fit in the cab on his way to comic con（cr 如你所见老子是奇行）

Cnetizens:

[blond3ang3l]

I don’t agree with cheating at all..

But like imagine neighbor! Price, he knows your husband and isn’t that big of a fan of him at all. Leaving you alone for days on end for “business trips”. Price knew that’s not what he was doing. Your husband was a damn junkie. Running up all you guys money on coke and bottles at clubs.

He had seen him while off duty at a club with Gaz and Nikolai. Blowing your money, the money he had spent without your knowledge, on strippers and the several bottles he had bought in the club.

Price being be good neighbor he was had told you. He felt bad when he saw how your heart practically shattered. You were tearing up and ended up crying into his chest. He brought you back into your house where he stayed with you the entire time. Your tears for your husband was soon replaced with tears for John as he had you splayed out on his lap.

“I know baby, I know. Feels good yeah?”

You could barely get your words out as he rubbed your clit for what seemed like forever while he had you propped up on his lap. Tears pouring down your cheeks as you felt your fourth orgasm hit you.

“So good for me doll, let’s make sure you feel real nice now, yeah?..”💭🎀

[v1x3n]

[reschatzi]

MDNI, 18+ | TOP!READER | DEGRADATION KINK

A pretty sub’s legs wrapped around you, whining pathetically. Their fingers intertwine with yours, grip tight to ground themselves to the feeling of your dick stretching them out. One of your hands lock around their throat, squeezing the air out of them as you fuck your aching cock back into their tight hole. They’re so wet, their pretty entrance slick with cum and lube.

“Please.. fuck, m-more—” They look at you all teary-eyed as they choke out their meek words through a sob, thinking you care about a stupid, little doll that you can break and repair whenever you want. “You want more, huh? Such a needy whore,” Their walls seize up, bed groaning from the relentless pounding, “Fuck, greedy slut. You liked that.”

On shaky thighs, they try to meet your thrusts. “Wait, ah, mmmng, slow down-” Oh, but the both of you know they don’t mean that. It’s their own form of asking for you to continue bullying your dick into their pulsating heat. Their sweet cries fill the room, clenching down on you tightly which triggers your orgasm rather quickly. Hips stuttering as your cum fills their hole until it’s leaking past your cock. You glance to their face, panting harshly, and the expression they wear makes you impossibly harder. So fucked out but they need more and more until you turn them into your pretty, dumb toy.

[pastelclovds]

cw: cuckholding, anal sex, blasphemy (?), religious guilt, implied threesome at the end, infidelity, monsterfucking, and creampie word count: 447 authors note: middle age “couple” supremacy 🛐

thinking about fallen-angel!reader catching an old, sexually repressed priest fisting his cock to a porn magazine. oh, but not just any porn magazine, a GAY porn magazine. upon being caught, reader taunts the priest by asking him why he isn’t with his darling wife to help deal with his “little problem.” to this, the priest just breaks down in tears and confesses how he’s been trying to suppress his sinful desires for decades, and he believed marrying a woman would fix him.

only for it to be for nothing. no matter how many times he makes love to her, he doesn’t actually feel loved nor satisfied. he’s hid his carnivorous needs for the sake of his reputation and the love for his god. but now he’s just too pent up, he needs relief, he needs you.

how could you reject a pathetic, pleading, middle aged man?

time skip to his wife walking into their bedroom, looking absolutely mortified to see an entity of unknown, cosmic origin pounding into her husband in a brutal pace as he lets out moans and pleas to “give him more”. their marriage bed creaks as you bend him into a mating press, and he sobs as he feels your cock reach deeper inside his tight, virgin hole. his hairy legs twitch from their place beneath your palms.

his wife’s heart thumbs in her chest as she eyes your thick member enter her husband’s hole in a wet plap. your dick was huge compared to her husband’s. whenever they had sex, his tiny cock didn’t make her see the gates of heaven like she wanted to. she was left wanting more. craving more.

she doesn’t pay attention to her husband anymore while he was begging for her to forgive him. he lets out a pathetic whine as his orgasm paints his chunky belly white. you give one final thrust to the hilt as you came inside him, he sighed softly as your warmth made his dick twitch again.

but before he could beg for more, you were pulled off of him with your wing. you let out a threatening growl until you stopped due to shock at the sight of the priest’s wife looking up at you with lustrous eyes and her slightly plump, naked body. you were tempted to grab hold of her round breasts. she shook as she grinded her wet pussy against your leg, she licked her lips with hunger as her manicured fingers slowly stroked your rock hard cock.

then without any warning, she rises up until the tip of your dick was just kissing her entrance, and pleaded with you to make her see the light.

[rodolfoparras]

Straight guy who doesn’t let you kiss him but gets pissy when someone else kisses you

Thinking about a threesome with straight guy where he’s down on his knees, sucking you off while someone else is making out with you. Your eyes are locked on him the entire time while the other guy’s kissing you. At first he’s got this star struck look on his face; eyes wide jaw going slack as you lick into the other man’s mouth. He practically starts drooling over your cock as you fuck the dude with your tongue - doing it the same way you would when you fuck him.

You purposely make a show out of it with loud groans and grunts escaping you, lips smacking loudly with each kiss, looking like a tangled mess with your arms intertwined with the other man’s, and a string of drool keeping you connected to his mouth.

At some point he gets so lost in the show: sits there mouth slack, hand palming his own weeping cock. You have to remind him where he is and what he’s doing, and you do so with a rough thrust that sends him into a coughing fit, forces him to to momentarily pull away from your dick.

Only then you don’t look his way, if anything your eyes flutter close, still kissing the other man, as if totally lost in him, all while he tries to collect himself.

And it’s only then he feels like he’s no longer part of the fun, like he’s a puppy that’s been kicked to the side by his owner because he was being too much or too little. Was he?

And maybe just maybe if his pride didn’t reach the ceiling of this building, , he’d admit that he’s hurt by this. Instead he turns this unnamed feeling into determination as he sinks back down onto your dick.

Still you don’t look back at him. And like the cruel owner you are; you purposely only moan the other guys name as he works so hard- uses both his hands and mouth to get you off. He can only take so much before he’s back to being that pathetic little puppy you dismissed; clawing at your legs , whimpering and whining around your dick , begging for crumbs of affection, for your acknowledgment but he gets none of it.

Instead you continue to pretend to be absolutely lost in the other guy ,only stopping the show when when you finally cum down his throat.

And he looks like a whole mess, lips swollen ,cum spit and something that looks like tears smeared all over his face, legs shaking as he rises to be eye level with you.

“Are you ok-“ You don’t get the chance to finish your sentence before he grabs the back of your neck and smashes your lips together.

He immediately takes control of the kiss, shoves his tongue past your lips and roughly licks into your mouth as if trying to erase the trace of the other man that’s been here.

You can taste yourself on him can taste the liquid courage that had led to all of this, can even taste the salty taste of tears and it’s intoxicating.

He only pulls away when your lungs are burning for air and you’re practically yanking at a handful of curls to get him off of you.

He looks absolutely wrecked, now with an even bigger mess on his face, wipes his mouth before he says “fucking disgusting “ and walks away from you.

[all-purpose-dish-soap]

if the military wanted you to have a wife, they'd issue you one. Soap's heard that saying once or twice.

and here you are. claiming to be his... issuance.

you tilt your head. "you don't remember signing up for the program?"

no. no, he doesn't. his eyes dart down to your lips for a fraction of a second before returning to your eyes. he'd remember that. more to the point, he'd remember whatever he did to deserve this. he looks you up and down again, disbelief and desire flashing across his face, and not in equal measure.

you’re like if someone wrung the starry slurry of thoughts constituting what makes a perfect woman directly from his brain matter, let it ferment and clarify like honey wine, put marriage papers in her hand, and dressed her in a… in a fucking… are those stockings stretching up under your skirt?

hell’s bells. you’re one part girl next door, one part muse—the one his hand can never quite shape on the page to match what’s in his head—and several shades of his favorite porn star. an old-fashioned pin-up doll in the flesh.

"you're not John MacTavish, then," you say, peering down at the papers in your hand with a small frown. "so sorry to bother you—"

“no, hold on.” he takes a step closer. “i’m him, aye. but the program...” the application questionnaire. filling it out was nothing more than a drunken bet with Gaz, but yes, he dimly remembers it. doesn't recall turning it in, but maybe he was drunker than he thought. “it's real?"

“completely real. i was selected for you based on the preferences you specified,” you tell him. you shift the clipboard into your other arm, pleasant smile turning into a frown. "but i couldn't possibly ask you to sign a marriage certificate sponsored by a program you don't even remember applying for."

oh, that is rich. you don’t seem to see the humor here. it’s absurd. have you not seen yourself? he'd be daft to pass on someone as bonnie as you.

not to mention you seem more than a little disappointed at the idea of being turned down. that fuels his ego even more.

 "you're sayin' you're a part of that military partnership program, aye? and you were handpicked as my spouse based on a few questions?"

you helpfully produce a copy of his responses in pink triplicate. sure enough, he recognizes his own drunken scrawl.

none of the questions have anything to do his preferences looks-wise. career aspirations, communication preferences, hobbies, his ideal saturday night. his sleeping habits. this is a psychological profile. CIA shite, as Gaz would say.

he doubts his drunken self read more than a few lines of this paperwork while he was constructing his dream girl in the survey blanks.

as he studies the page a little too closely, your small frown turns into a frustrated scowl. "john? um, i mean."

it instantly pulls his eyes back to your lips.

you twirl a strand of hair around your finger. "it’s nice to meet you,” you say in a tone that makes it clear what you’re really saying is ‘hey, stud, i'm looking forward to the honeymoon.’

that’s your attempt, at least. but Soap sees more than you mean to show. the way you play that card--the way you twirl your damn hair--is the clumsiest, most blatant attempt to flirt. somehow, that's what catches him off-guard the most. It makes his heart squeeze. god, are you nervous? you?

he runs over the back of his teeth in the split second before his signature lazy smirk slides back across his face. "happy you got paired up with a bloke like me?"

he hands the paperwork back to you. you take it back with great relief and nestle it securely into the crook of your elbow. you’re certain he didn’t sign every single blank he was supposed to, but he won’t remember that. you’ll check the signature lines later and forge his handwriting to finish it.

you smile prettily at him. then you make it a little more coy. you should be bashful--he's handsome. "i'm lucky. you're special forces. i’m a nobody, really. if you want, you could try filing for a spouse upgrade. if you want a really good fiancée..."

“fiancée." Soap rolls the word around his tongue. "is that what i should call you?”

"well. you saw my name on the paperwork," you point out. you know very well he didn't.

before he can ask any more questions, you press a chaste kiss to his cheek and pull away, walking down the hall with documents in tow. his gaze is heavy on your back.

the documents in your arm are real enough. Soap really did complete that questionnaire, just like how he remembers. getting the application turned in is what required a little creative effort.

but as long as nobody looks too closely at the military ID photocopied in the application file, they won't notice that the mostly-obscured face of the soldier who turned the application in doesn't look much like Soap at all.

...

more Soap / masterlist

[beepophobia]

I love them your honor

[simonz-angel]

nerdy!virgin!college study partner simon riley 👅👅

his glasses fog, pupils dilating beneath the thin prescription as he stares up through the mess of the haze. he struggles to breathe, pressing his nose between the sweet of your slick folds, breathing and gasping you in like some addiction.

his knees ache, pressed to the hardwood flooring of your kitchen. you’ve hoisted yourself up onto the counter, the arches of your feet settled up onto the ending curve of the marble. poor simon, he really thought you’d invited him over to study, and now he’s here.

his tongue licks sloppy, dousing you in the sticky of his spit, lathering you up under his tongue. he’s desperate, feral, messy in proving himself to you. he can barely pull the pretty, pink swollen bud of your clit into his mouth with his drunken state.

“doin’ so good, babe,” you egg him on, grinning when his cheeks flush further, pulling down onto his neck in a blotchy red. n the poor boy nods, pressing himself further between the open column between your legs. burying his head, grabbing at your thighs to lift you closer.

but his hand slips, lowering to press the heel of his hand against the angry bulge in his pants. his teeth nip, and grab and his eyes roll with the pressure to the locked up, leaking tip of his cock.

“go on, baby,” you breathe low, letting your head hang to watch him carefully. his glasses slip crooked, and his shoulder tenses, fingers fighting with the metal of his belt desperately. good god, he’s falling apart at the seams, and the way you arch and writhe, he just can’t take it…. “touch yourself, si.”

and he’s complying within seconds, gripping at the base of his cock and stroking. dear god, he’s pleading with your weeping pussy, getting himself off on the way you drip down his chin, the way your body begs for more.

his tongue runs messy, losing himself further and further to the point of an absolute drunken fight to let you hit that sweet euphoria. he didn’t even know what the fuck he was doing, letting his tongue play and experiment, and god you were so sweet and patient. letting him find his way, the rhythm your body liked. and soon you were alight, like a match thrown to gasoline.