#cod ask

[halfmoth-halfman]

📝just a lil soap drabble? maybe something mafia au related?

ALSO HAPPY 3K LETS GO YOU FREAKING DESERVE THIS!!!! your writing is so awesome and I’ve really enjoyed seeing you grow throughout all this <333

oooo fun!! i need to write for soap more tbh so thank you for this!! also i know this is mafia/mob!au but all of my drabbles thus far have been x reader so i'm gonna stick to that i hope that's okay!!💜

📝 drabble - john "soap" mactavish

You didn’t really know your date–some friend of a friend of a friend who you’d only ever interacted with at social gatherings. He seemed nice enough, perhaps a little self-important, so when he asked you out at your best friend’s birthday party, you’d said yes.  You’ve never regretted something so much in your life. He takes you to some fancy club filled with people whose clothes are worth more than your year’s salary–a place where he’s supposedly a big deal. The facade of niceness melts as soon as you get to the bar; he’s rude, talkative, and touchy. You push him off more than enough times, rolling your eyes at the insults he throws back at you. He has enough of your “attitude” an hour in, iron grip around your wrist as he all but drags you outside and around the back.  That’s as far as he gets as the handsome server on his smoke break catches sight of you and lays your date flat on his ass with one punch. “Y’alright, hen?” he asks, concerned blue eyes aimed at you. “I am now,” you say in thanks. “I’ll have someone take care of him,” he scoffs down at your former date, lying uselessly on the ground. “Wanna go back inside? Whatever y’want, it’s on the house.”  You give him a generous once-over, boldly admiring the tight fit of his uniform and the shaggy mohawk that you’d love to run your fingers through. “Anything I want?” He smirks, stepping over your former date to lay a hand against your lower back and leaning down close to purr into your ear. “Anything an’ more.”

[raffe156]

I have just become aware that some soldiers when out use a cot tent? Now I googled this an immediately thought about Tank and the lads all out on a mission an they are using these tents…maybe Price gets lonely in his 👀

I don’t know how soundproof they are and it might be a tight squeeze but where there’s a will (an let’s face it it’s a strong will) there’s a way 😂💕

👀

Interesting….they do a double one also??

I don’t know which to do? Single with Price trying to fit his big arse in a single with our girl

Or

A double an Tank has one all to herself with Price sneaking in? (He was sharing one with Gaz)

🤔

[islandtarochips]

hiii i came across ur cod oc blast and i'm so happy to see another poly cod fan on here <3 kinda inspiring me to make my own oc

AAAAWWW! I’m very honored to hear that and feel happy that I inspired someone!

And I’m sure your OC will be AWESOME! I would LOVE to see or read another Poly COD OC!

Thank you so much for telling me this! Much appreciated it!🥰🥰🥰

[frogchiro]

virgin sacrifice reader offered to war god ghost?? prepare to be his lovely wife instead of a sacrifice with at least 10 demigods running around, he wants to raise strong warriors!

Ghost would definitely be a god similiar to Ares; a god of war, brutality, bloodshed, masculinity and virility. Men go and pray by his shrine or in his dedicated temple to give them strength in both battle and bed, to be a strong and unbeatable warrior and be able to father strong, healthy children.

One such temple, the main one, is in a surprisingly remote location, surrounded not by a major city or capital but a few villages. According to myths it was this place where a brutal battle took place millenia ago where the fearsome god Ghost defeated an army all by himself, the blood of his slain enemies served to make the land fertile and for many villages to grow and prosper...until now.

Usually sacrifaces to appease the god would be made by the men of the villages; black stallions, the strongest bulls, wine, silver and pure steel, everything that has connections to masculinity and power, however some kind of horrible fatum seems to hang over your little village. The animals either die young or are sickly and weak, the wine turns out sour like vinegar, there in so money to buy anything either and it's taken as a curse by the elders. If nothing will be done and Ghost won't have his sacrifice who knows what will happen?

So they decide on the next best thing, a desperate last choice reach in hopes to appease the brutal god-a virgin sacrifice. The prettiest, unmarried and untouched young woman is to be chosen, dressed in the finest, gauzy silks and locked inside the stone temple in hopes that the god will come down and the blood of a slain virgin will calm his fury. Luck wasn't on your side it seems, you were chosen.

All you could remember were the desperate cries of your mother, the dissapointed remorseful look on your father's face and the ritual cleansing of the old crones in the village. You were cleaned in rose water, intricate patterns were drawn with a mixture of honey, mushed up berries and flowers on your breasts, around your nipples and bellybutton, and the most intricate was drawn on the place where your womb was. You were clothed in a white gauzy dress that was a symbol of your purity and then you were bound and dragged to the temple no matter how much you struggled and kicked and pleaded until you were finally locked in the dimly lit temple, only the many candles present to lighten the main chamber and to show the powerful, majestic sculpture of the god, Ghost.

Imagine crying yourself to sleep, everything hurt, you were scared and confused, all alone to die in this forsaken temple because some old men decided on it. Falling asleep out of exhaustion, the images of your crying, terrified mother haunting you even when sleeping.

Imagine waking up and instead of feeling cold and sore from sleeping on the unforgiving stone floor, and instead finding yourself laying on and under the most luxurious furs you've ever seen, the warmth of them felt like a blanket and the smell of them, pleasant warm masculine musk made a shiver run down your spine, just where were you?

Before you had the chance of looking around the room, you felt huge, strong arms clamping togehter around you and bringing you into a powerful, broad chest which rumbled with a growl like purr and a stern voice saying:

"Stay. Don't move around girl."

And the very same arms turned you gently around to face the man behind you and you couldn't help but gasp and breath out a tiny, frightened yelp-behind you was laying a man who looked like the stone sculpture of Ghost cane to life and became human. It...it was Ghost. You laid next to a god.

[whateveriwant]

Task force 141 reacting to their very pregnant wife still trying to clean, cook etc

This turned more into ‘Task force 141 preventing their very pregnant wife from trying to clean, cook, etc’ lmaooooo I hope that's alright

Price

HA! Good one!

No seriously, it's actually hilarious that you think you'd do anything for yourself when your hubby's around

That man has been waiting on you hand and foot since you first got together. So now that you're pregnant and you think he'd let you so much as lift a finger? You must have a serious case of pregnancy brain, sweetheart

Price is doing all the cooking, the cleaning, the running errands, etc. throughout the entirety of your pregnancy (and at least the first several months postpartum)

He's kept you practically bed bound these last few months to the point where you think there's a perfect indent of your body molded into the mattress

Seven months in, he's suddenly called away to a quick mission halfway across the globe, and you think finally you'll get some of your autonomy back...

Well, think again because who should show up at your door the next morning than your mother-in-law herself, ready to pick up where her son left off

She came at the behest of your husband, of course, and was armed with a detailed set of care instructions

What does your husband think you are? Some sort of one-of-a-kind, priceless artifact that needs special handling? (Actually that's exactly what you are. Price-less… I'll see myself out 🚶🏻‍♀️)

Ghost

When it comes to having some semblance of independence during your pregnancy, Ghost will give you a bit of a longer leash than Price, but only just so

You’re going for a walk around the neighborhood? Hold on, let him grab his coat to join you. Or you're going into the backyard to tend the garden? He'll pull the weeds while you water the plants

But when it comes to letting you do certain things, there are some hard nos that he will absolutely not budge on

You try to use a stepladder to reach the top of the cupboard? Stop! You'll break your neck! You try to pick up anything heavier than 10 pounds? Stop! Give it here! You try to drive?... Don't even fuckin' think about it, precious.

The farther along your pregnancy progresses, the better he gets at predicting (and intercepting) your next move

You were gonna do laundry today? Well, wouldn't you know, he's already got a load going in the washer. You were about to make dinner? Well shucks, he just ordered takeaway from that Greek place you love

His ability to read your mind is honestly impressive once you get past how damn annoying you find it. Just because you're pregnant doesn't mean you're incapable of fending for yourself, and you're tired of him acting as if otherwise

But really, you can never get mad at anything he does for you. After all, what kind of a husband would he be if he didn't take care of his missus and your little one?

Soap

If you take Ghost’s cautiousness, mix it with Price’s thoroughness, and crank it up to an 11, you get Soap

From the moment he found out you were pregnant, he put your house into full lockdown mode, stopping just short of booby trapping the front door in case you got any funny ideas

You want some fresh air? Just open a window. You want to go for a walk and stretch your legs? Just take a few turns about the living room like you're some Austenian heroine

Don't let him catch you doing any kind of physical labor, because so help him Jesus he will grab a spray bottle and use it like you're a feral alleycat he's trying to house-train (he wouldn't really... but don't test him)

You try to unload the dishwasher? Ehrr! Wrong move. You try to remake the bed? Ehrr! Nice try. You try to mop up your own mess. Ehrr! Enough already. You try to– OCH, WOULD YE BLOODY SIT DOWN, WOMAN?!

For nine long months during his requested leave from work, your husband is attached to you like some kind of loving, smothering barnacle

But doesn't he miss his job, or the lads for that matter? What if the world needs saving? What will they do without him?

Well, (in his exact words) fuck the rest of the world! You're his world, bonnie, and he'll give you everything you could ever wish for and then some

Gaz

By far, you have the most independence with Gaz than you would with any of the other three men… at least, at the beginning of your pregnancy, that is

Once you get to around five or six months he becomes just as helicopter-y as all the others; he's just ever so slightly more bearable, perhaps

There's lots of peeking his head around the corner to check on you throughout the day or appearing seemingly out of thin air whenever you're doing something he'd rather you wouldn't

You've lost count of the number of times you've been in the middle of cooking or hanging up the laundry or whatever and his hand has suddenly appeared out of nowhere, gently taking the object from you before directing you to sit and rest

And like, look. He knows you can handle yourself. He knows you could conquer the whole world if you wanted to. That's one of the things he loves about you the most

But seeing you like this – so fragile, so vulnerable, so beautiful and soft and pregnant with his child; his child – it just… It makes him…

He just needs to do these things for you, alright, love? Just let him take care of you, please? Would you let him do that?

You already have so much you have to carry. Let him ease some of the burden off your shoulders. Let him do these small things for you because they don't even compare to all that you're doing for him 🥲

[wispscribbles]

I love your ghost design. I wanna squeeze him :⁠^⁠)

If no hug then why hug-shaped???

[hellsitegenetics]

can you do I Am All Of Me from Shadow the Hedgehog (2005)

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[halfmoth-halfman]

📝Rodolfo,

Showering together?

the way this took me 84 years because i kept wanting to add more alskdasjdlk the word count really came for me on this one 💀

📝 - rodolfo parra

He’s a man of routine, your husband. You don’t blame him, strict schedules had been burned into his brain long before you came into the picture. After you came crashing into his life–his beautiful comet sent directly from the heavens above–he shifted and reorganized, adjusting his schedule not around you but to include you.  There’s no end to his amazement at how well you fit into his life, like the missing piece to his puzzle. Years later, his routine is second nature to you. He comes home, leaves his boots by the door, kisses you on the forehead, and then gets into the shower, where he lets the scalding water slide over his body until you eventually join him. He rests his head on your shoulder, tucks himself into you as you wash him of the dirt and sweat and blood that stains his skin. His hands wander over your form, featherlight touches as he re-familiarizes himself with your presence, the feeling of home. He wonders how he got to be so lucky, and you wonder the same as you run your shampoo-slick fingers through his hair. One of those rare moments that he’ll treasure forever; standing in the warmth of his home with his heart in his hands. 

[raffe156]

Just come across your blog an holy hell! Loving everything I’ve read! I had this thought based on the sexting Drabble and the whole poly ghost x tank x price an see you don’t mind NSFW asks 😘

imagine Price an Tank go on a date, they are staying at his house, super sweet they go on a hike, have a picnic watch the sun set Price takes a picture of them on his phone- all cute he kisses her cheek she’s giggling (defo his phone wallpaper) he sends it to ghost with the message “looking after our girl 👍”

A few days pass an Tank is back up in Manchester, Price is away on business his phone pings it’s a message from Ghost it says “looking after our girl💀”

Price smiles, good he thinks…then another message comes through it’s a picture, tank is pressed flat to the bed, Ghost laying on top of her holding her face up to the phone both naked, Tank is smiling but looks f**ked out…Price feels his blood pressure rising and his c*ck twitch…god help them both when he gets back!

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Ohhh anon that was something! 👀✨

There would defo be videos that get sent later on! 💀

[wombywoo]

local cuisine 🤌

[islandtarochips]

Hi dear! For the ask game 🥰🥰❤️❤️

🍀 for Kanoa!

Hey Aly! Thank you for the ask! And here is your answer for this Island Clown boy!

🍀”What originally inspired the OC?”

His dad. Always his dad. Seeing how brave and strong he was and protecting their home and the other country. Even representing their home. It’s like their true badge of honor.

Even his other brothers think so too. And that’s why they started to sign up for the military. Since they wanted to follow their father’s footsteps.

So yeah, that’s what got him all pump up and ready to face any missions that hits him. And he’ll make sure that his team will finish the job.

Again, thank you for the ASK! Love you so much, pele!🥰❤️

If you want to know more any of you guys can ask away with this OC Ask Game! More than twice if you like! Lol. Love y’all!

For this ask

[st4rlady]

i’m so sorry if this is weird, but my damn brain absolutely broke, you can’t tell me this audio doesn’t sound like captain price 🫠

https://vt.tiktok.com/ZS8s9GjBV/

AYO THIS IS NOT WEIRD AT ALL THIS IS JUST PERFECTTTTTTT

He sounds EXACTLY like Price you wasn't joking, holy hell

[lxvvie]

fuck nasty!Ghost who shows you how much he misses you.

You were out running errands, leaving Simon, home from his latest deployment, to his own devices. All was going well—so you thought—until you heard the telltale ping of your phone and saw that he had texted you.

Simon probably needed you to pick something up for him on the way home. Mm. Doable. You opened the text under that innocent assumption.

And you know what they say about making assumptions.

Because right there in front of your very eyes was a picture of underwear. Your underwear. Your favorite pair of underwear. Your favorite pair of underwear you'd been searching for while you were getting dressed this morning.

They were covered in cum. Simon's cum.

You receive another text not even a second later: Miss you, sweetheart.

It was a miracle you didn't drop your phone.

[saddestsquid]

König & his demonic back shots are plaguing my thoughts 😣😣

Warnings: 18+, this is pure filth so like yeah🤨 König x female reader, p in v, just a short blurb ୨୧

Cause I know damn well this man would give the FILTHIEST back shots. Like you feel like your being resurrected every time he slams you onto his cock.

“Maus- oh fuuuuck…” He groaned, drilling into you with so much force the bed shook.

You were moaning and screaming into the pillow, your backside being held up completely by him. He manhandled you on his cock like a doll, mindlessly slamming into your cunt over and over like he was trying to fuck the demons right out of his body.

He reached down and circled your waist, holding you up with just one arm. With his free hand he rubbed at your clit, always making sure you feel good no matter how pussy-drunk he is. The man is just so big—it feels like he’s everywhere. If you didn’t know any better you’d assume he was reaching all the way down to your throat. The slight pain of him slamming into your cervix overwhelmed your senses and heightened the pleasure along with the feeling of him playing with your clit. You doubted either of you were making it there after this but you could have swore you saw a flash of heavens gates every time he plunged into you.

He spread your legs wider and angled his thrusts to meet that spongey spot inside you every time his pelvis met your ass with an audible slap ! Even the sound of the headboard slamming into the wall wasn’t enough to drown out both your noises. This was definitely gonna earn you a noise complaint—tho it was worth it for the mind blowing orgasm that washed over you when that coil in your stomach finally snapped.

You came all over his cock, leaving a sticky white ring around the base of it that he couldn’t keep his eyes off of every time he slid his thick cock in and out again. With a pathetic whimper you never thought you’d hear come out of a man of his size, he pressed into you as deep as your body would let him and came hard. 

So much of his seed was stuffed inside you that it began to flow out, dripping all over both of your thighs. Before you could complain, he collapsed on top of you, crushing you with his weight. It felt like being stuck under a city bus, but you just sighed and let him have this one.

[frogchiro]

Imagine laying on your back, your hips elevated by a pillow with Ghost fucking into you at such a nice, deep and pleasurable angle that all you can do is whine and moan, your high pitched noises driving Simon crazy; he wants to bring you as much pleasure as he can even at his own overstimulation :((

His cock is gently tapping against all the sweetest spots but he starts to get sore and achy, he came so much already but you're still insatiable today so he keeps going but his own moans start to get higher and more frequent and the steady rythm of his thrusts starts to falter :(

You notice the sudden lack of rythm, Si's cock starts to slip out and not hit the sweet spots anymore but you're so close to cumming! You can't have that!

So you lock your legs around his broad hips and just keep him in you; the former thrusts now more of a quick grind into you and you moan out loud with happiness and pleasure while telling Simon what a good boy he is and to stay just like that♡

[mimisplayground]

trust exercises with Ghost but its him fucking you in the full nelson. Holding you in front of a mirror and bouncing you up and down like a fleshlight because you hadn’t let him carry you out of a building when you had tripped.

It had nothing to do with distrust in him. You just didn’t want to be a burden on him. But he had whispered in your ear that he wanted to work on your trust in him and then you had found yourself here.

He had a solid grip on you too, one hand perfectly snug around your throat with both arms hooked under your knees. Your face was smushed into the mirror at this point, drool stringing from your mouth.

Fucks you through more than one orgasm, leaves you an incoherent babbling mess and groans in your ear the whole time. Only takes mercy on you when you promise that you trust him.

:( i wanna do trust exercises with ghost