#cod reverse harem

[writewithmiaaa]

Poly!141 X female reader

Title: Shadows in the fog

Pairings: Poly 141 X reader

Warnings: Poly relationship, Typical COD violence (reader gets shot), descriptions of blood/wounds, canon typical COD stuff:)

Summary: The 141 and female reader (call sign: Viper) are on a mission. But what will happen when it all goes wrong?

Type: Angst💔

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The night was dense with fog, the kind that clung to your skin and turned every breath into a veil of chill. Task Force 141 had been sent deep into hostile territory, their mission clear: retrieve critical intel and get out. You were embedded with them, a vital part of the team. Captain Price led the way, his presence a solid reassurance in the murk. Ghost, Soap, and Gaz moved like shadows, each step calculated, every sound absorbed by the oppressive darkness.

You had the rear, scanning for any sign of threat, nerves on edge. Suddenly, the crack of a gunshot shattered the silence. Then the force of the bullet slamming into your side. Pain exploded through your body, and you fell to the ground, gasping for air. The world started to spin, edges blurring as you struggled to stay conscious. How had it happened so quick? Where were they? Why had nobody noticed?

"Man down!" Gaz's voice cut through the haze, urgency sharp in his tone.

Price was at your side in an instant, his eyes fierce with determination. "We've got you Viper, stay with us," he commanded, pressing his hands against the growing wound on your stomach to staunch the bleeding.

More shots wrung out as Ghost and Soap take out the last of the enemies in the area. They flank you, their eyes scanning the perimeter for the shooter. "Oi! Soap, cover us! Ghost, get her ready for exfil!" Price barked, his voice a lifeline in the chaos.

Soap moved to cover, his weapon ready, eyes cold and focused. Ghost knelt beside you, his normally stoic mask cracking with worry. "Hold on, love," he murmured, his voice soft enough that only you could hear. "We're getting you out of here." He grabbed your arm, keeping you stable. He promised you he’d protect you. And he failed.

When you looked down, you groaned. “Fucking ‘ell thats a lot of blood.” Your hands were painted a sickly crimson red from pressuring the wound.

Your vision darkened, the pain becoming a distant throb. Though, you could just make out Ghosts eyes behind the mask, a mixture of fear and protectiveness.

Gaz returned, his face grim. “LZ is hot, but it’s the only way. We need to move now.”

Price lifted you with a grunt, the pain sparking fresh agony through your body. “Stay with me viper.”

Each step was a struggle, every movement a battle against the encroaching darkness. You could feel your strength ebbing away, the world becoming a distant echo. Ghost’s hand remained on your arm, his touch a constant reassurance.

Soap and Gaz took point, their movements precise, deadly even. Every shot was more accurate than the last, determined to get you home safe, a vow to get you home alive. Price’s jaw clenched as they reached the exfil, his jaw set in determination.

Finally, the helicopter loomed ahead, a beacon in the night sky. They hustled you inside, the roar of blades a deafening epiphany. Yet you couldn’t hear them. You couldn’t hear anything.

Your consciousness continued to dip, vision turning blacker than the world outside. Ghost continued to grip your arm, keeping you stable. “You’re going to make it Viper, not long now. We can’t lose you.” You heard the underlying message. He couldn’t lose you.

The others hung nearby, their eyes never leaving your face. Soap and Gaz took defensive positions, their focus split between the enemies and their fallen girl.

The two medics onboard worked frantically, but you could feel yourself slipping further. “Oi, stay with us Viper!” Ghost muttered once he saw your eyes begin to roll back.

The last thing you saw before the darkness claimed you was their faces, a mixture of love and worry. The group showed raw, clear emotion. Ghosts deadly grip on your arm, Price’s intense gaze, Soap’s protective stance and Gaz’s unwavering focus. You knew you were in safe hands.

And so you shut your eyes.

In the days that followed, you drifted in and out of consciousness, the pain a constant reminder of the hardships of your job. Save the world, and sacrifice yourself whilst doing so. However, your stomach was beginning to heal. Not without a nasty scar though.

Every time you opened your eyes, you saw atleast one of them there. A constant companion. They never left you, a constant reminder of the unbreakable bond you had all formed.

[phosphoracat]

The Love You Want

cw: none for now || mistrust, johnny being a flirt, ghost lowkey setting this up knowing the consequences, birthday trope

She hates when he leaves.

Ghost had been deployed for months before being allowed to return, and a mere two days later, he was called back to service. All Ghost had told her was “a while” when she'd asked how long he'd be gone this time; every time Ghost was deployed, they argued. She couldn't help herself- he was always gone for so long and it always hurt her, not because he was leaving due to his job, but because she'd be alone once more.

Previously, she'd told Ghost it was fine that he was deployed, that he'd be gone for extended periods of time, but over time it really started to bother her. Thus, leading to the current situation.

A knock sounded on the door of their apartment, and peeping through the hole, she saw a man standing there with flowers, chocolates, and a ridiculous mohawk. She debated on leaving him there and sneaking away from the door quietly, but her phone vibrated in her pocket, and a quick check proved it was Ghost.

‘Happy birthday, love’

She reluctantly unlocked the deadbolts and the extra locks on the door before slowly opening it, peering at the other man, on guard. “Can I help you?” she asked softly, fingers curling around the pepper spray hanging behind the door for situations such as these.

“Aye, lass,” came his deep, gravelly voice, as if he growled the words. “Ghost sent me. Said ya get lonely, and wanted to give ya a present for yer birthday.”

She narrowed her eyes a little, obviously not trusting this man. “I don't know who Ghost is,” she replied with practiced precision, well-trained by Ghost within the first few months of their relationship to lie when someone mentioned him or asked for him.

The man just huffed a laugh, nervous, shifting on his feet. “O'course ya do. Big scary bastard in the special forces. Simon Riley. Spooky fucker that wears a mask.”

Just then, before she could proceed to lie further, her phone started vibrating like crazy. Keeping an eye on the man at the door, she checked her phone- Ghost, naturally.

‘Let him in, dove’

‘It's just Johnny’

‘I sent him’

‘Baby, let him in, it's alright’

She heaved a sigh before pocketing her phone and shutting the door to fully unlock it, the chain removed from its slot, and reopening the door to ‘Johnny’. “Come in,” she sighed, placing her full trust in Ghost and turning her back to the Scottish man to start making herself and him a cup of coffee.

She can hear Johnny moving behind her, hyper-vigilant to his every move, tracking the sounds of his footsteps and even the way he breathed. Ghost had instilled this kind of panic, this kind of mistrust in her early on into their relationship, reinforcing it over the past few years. Hell, he praised her for it.

She listened as Johnny set the flowers on the kitchen counter behind her, as he set the chocolates beside it… and another item that she had no idea he even had. She only turned when coffee was in both mugs, making hers the way she liked it, offering it to Johnny black.

“So, bonnie… Ghost has a gift for you.”

“My name isn't Bonnie,” she grumbled, misunderstanding Johnny as she was a silly little American girl. She'd never even met someone from Scotland before.

Johnny only snickered and grinned, stepping aside to reveal the beautiful lilies on the counter, the petals a mix of a soft yellow, and yellow mixed with pink. Her absolute, literal favorite flowers. Either Johnny was a serial killer who was super lucky, or Ghost really did send him. She naturally gravitated closer to the flowers, hesitant, cautious, eyeing Johnny from the corner of her eye as her fingers brushed the stems, the soft petals.

She murmured a soft thanks to him as she turned to fetch a vase from one of the cabinets, rinsing out the dust, adding lukewarm water to the vase and mixing in the plant food that came with the pretty- beautiful- flowers. She didn't get flowers often, as they died quickly and Ghost was more of a material man, but she still absolutely adored getting flowers.

Turning with the vase in hand, she gingerly settled the flowers into it and set it in the middle of the dining table, looking extremely pleased.

“You've got more, lass,” Johnny gently reminded her, and she turned to be met with an honest-to-God box of her favorite chocolates, and a wrapped mystery gift. She furrowed her eyebrows a little, assessing the wrapped gift, running through whatever it could be. It was as long as her arm, and about as thick as it, too. It was quite big… big enough to be a bomb. Well, maybe not that extreme; Ghost did say he sent Johnny, so surely he must trust this man enough to not destroy her and their apartment.

Cautiously, like a stray dog being met with fresh food from a stranger, she began to open the gift. She was careful with the wrapping, as if it'd blow up if she went any quicker or less careless, and after a moment, the gift was revealed.

A really, really nice monitor, that came in the box with a pretty pink keyboard and mouse, and a… oh my God, a mini PC! Her lips parted in sheer surprise, letting her guard down slightly in glee and shock. Johnny simply grinned, as Ghost had told him why he was getting this specific thing for her.

“Holy shit,” she breathed, excitement at the levels of a kid on Christmas, but it was June. “Thank you, Johnny, thank you, holy fuck!” She grinned right back at him, her carefully constructed walls starting to crumble. She fished out her phone to text Ghost, thanking him profusely, to which he responded with a heart.

‘i'm giving you the sloppiest toppy when you come home for this’

All Ghost responded to that with was a thumbs up, which made her huff a laugh at how ancient he must be.

Johnny helped her set up the mini PC as well as the monitor, even installing Steam for her before awkwardly standing there as she immediately busies herself with downloading and buying games to play.

“Well, lass, I’ll leave you to it,” Johnny says after a minute, offering her a smile. “But before I go… here. Happy birthday, bonnie.”

She turns, confused, as Johnny sets a tiny wrapped box in her palm, carefully unwrapping it to find a beautiful bracelet. It had butterfly charms on it in pastel, Easter colors, which so happened to be her favorite. “How did you…?” she asked softly, in awe of the beautiful jewelry.

“Have a little birdie in my corner,” he teased, but it was true; she figures Ghost told him everything she likes to properly get her gifts, or to help ease her anxiety and fear of a stranger.

She doesn't think- which would get her killed if Johnny was a worse man than he is- before she gently wraps her arms around his waist in a brief, soft hug. Her perfume filled Johnny's nose, sticking to his shirt, and he'd immediately fall in love if this wasn't his best friend's girlfriend.

“Thank you, Johnny,” she murmured, immediately working on putting on the bracelet and failing. Johnny stepped in, deft fingers expertly clipping the bracelet onto her wrist, before pulling away.

“Aye, looks right bonnie on you,” he murmured, still in her space. Their faces were somewhat close, his eyes drifting from hers to her lips, then back to her eyes immediately as if he'd spook her. He did.

She took a little step back, flustered, frustrated with herself. So Ghost was gone for a month and she immediately gets hot and bothered around another man? She hates herself.

“I oughta be goin’, lass,” Johnny expertly suggested, picking up on her feelings and that he'd probably overstayed his purpose of being here. “It was nice to meet ya. I'm sure I'll be seein’ ya.” With a two-fingered salute, Johnny let himself out of the apartment, shutting the door behind him.

She scrambled to turn all of the deadbolts and locks on the door, safe once more… but not from her thoughts.

All she could think about was how guilty and angry she was, that she seriously considered kissing Johnny right then. How lonely was she that it was even an option in her head? Ghost would surely kill her. God, Ghost. Does this count as cheating, even if she didn't do anything? She was spiralling. God, she hates herself.

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[splendsay]

I did it, I wrote a COD fic

Callsign: Sunshine Chapter 1/?

You are a renowned expert marksman in the U.S. military. Or -- you were. Before everything went to hell.

Now, you live in hiding, relying on your deadly, albeit limited, skillset for survival.

Until one day, you get a call.

[dollygirl808]

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Obsessive! Werewolf/Weredog 141(+extra) x Chubby! OC Freya

Freya was just trying to have a nice, relaxing getaway vacation with her boyfriend to her old childhood home, to get away from the loud, crowded city, when a big, kind of obsessive dog quite literally forced his way onto her lap and into her life. All of a sudden, there's a second dog. Then another, and another, until suddenly she found herself with a whole pack of dogs! Little does she know, they're all werewolves, not real dogs, and they're all a little (lot) in love with her.

Of course, inspired by the lovely @charliemwrites and their Woof Woof Johhny series when I first started writing this. I have also shamelessly been influenced by other stories (even my own) with more obsessive/yandere vibes. I am a greedy, greedy little reverse harem poly 141 lover so I couldn't help myself.

(Soap, Gaz, Ghost, John, Nikolai, König, maybe Alejandro and Rudy. Maybe more)

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5 - wip

[l4iyaaa]

tw// dacryphilia and choking

Ghost leans forward, allowing his gloved hand to wrap around your throat. As his hand tightens, forcing your mouth to open in search of air, König shoves two of his large callused digits into your mouth instantly choking you. The abuse both König and Ghost are dealing you is reflected by the noises emanating from you vocal chords. The salvia flowing out of you and around König fingers. Your hands weak attempts to pull Ghost hands away. The way you eyes are puffy and framed with tears makes the men loose their control.

“Fuck, baby. We’re gonna fucking ruin you.” König whisper in your ear as Ghost takes off his balaclava, slowly moving down to your pussy.

“I want to hear your screams, my love.”

[danibee33]

Still just the dreamiest Pinterest board 🙌🏻🩶

[shadow4-1]

I see your idea and I raise you another one.

Genderbent 141 with an AMAB reader

👀

I wanna write a story about afab special forces reader x ghost and how reader is in this all female special forces team just like how the 141 is and like how all the ladies are basically the female versions of the 141 men you know? and like reader never shows her face just like ghost and she's even more secluded than ghost and he gets annoyed at how badly he wants to know what is behind the mask. ugh someone wanna help or even cowrite or something ? idk im so not good at writing and being consistent with shit please help your girl out.

[loveindefinitely]

༊*·˚ NEW JOBS AND DEATH THREATS — cod x reader

CRAVE YOU — call of duty x reader CHAPTER ONE

featuring. simon 'ghost' riley + johnny 'soap' mactavish + kyle 'gaz' garrick + john 'bravo six' price + alejandro vargas + rodolfo 'rudy' parra + könig + keegan p. russ

warnings. nsfw, fem!reader, prison au, serial killer au, reverse harem, therapist/patient, medical inaccuracies, graphic violence, depictions of murder, everyone's unhinged, poly tf141, minor ships, threesomes, foursomes, gangbangs, this is not medical advice!!

series masterlist. read on ao3.

Life was hard. That was a fact.

Bills and groceries didn’t pay for themselves. That was also a fact.

Adding these two factors together, the final product will be a high-risk job in one of the highest-risk places on Earth. That’s… not a fact.

And yet, here you are, standing at the visitor entrance of Las Almas Prison, sporting a disgruntled grimace and a new pair of black slacks that you’d splurged on. They, at least, made your ass look good, although that was truly the least of your worries.

No. Your current list of worries looked something like this;

Getting Murdered

Getting Attacked

Vomiting Within The First Five Minutes Of Your New Job?

…Yeah. Something like that.

The early morning sun is blinding where it sits, just off to the side of the giant concrete building that was the main offices and Visitor Centre. The fact that you were standing in front of what was only a small part of the overall prison grounds was… alarming.

You were well aware that this was the largest prison in your country, housing the most lethal and awful of criminals. Some you’d seen either on the news, or heard of in passing conversations.

This was the real deal. And, somehow, you’d managed to find yourself being hired to work here. You. Work with serial killers. The worst of the worst.

With the stress on your bank account, and the endless struggle that was trying to find a stable career in the current job market, you simply had no other choice but to accept the offer. It paid extremely well, had great benefits, and your safety was… fairly considered.

The amount of NDAs, liability clauses and agreements, however?

Not the best at calming your nerves, to say the least.

The biting chill of the winter wind has you wrapping your arms around yourself, leather bag slung over your shoulder as you finally step through the automatic sliding door.

You’re not surprised to find that the chill only deepens inside the concrete walls of the building, with no heaters or air conditioning from what you can see. There is, however, bright white overhead lights that do nothing except aid the throbbing in the side of your head – probably due to the restless sleep you’d had the night before, anticipation and anxiety warring inside of your thoughts.

There’s an office in front of you as you step in, with only a few decades-old couches to your right, in front of a dingy TV that’s turned off. Saving their budget for more important things, you suppose.

The walls are a pale, grimy yellow, with sparse photos hung about, framing newspaper articles that are surely from the last century, and black and white pictures of the prison’s opening.

It’s an unsettling place, that much you’ve already gathered.

You haven’t even actually been inside the prison, you remind yourself, your stomach churning where it now lays at your feet.

Without a second thought, you continue with hurried steps to the front desk, where scratched plastic encases the sole woman inside, sitting behind a monitor. There’s a circle of holes that allow for sound to pass through, but other than that, there’s no way of entering from this room. With a quick study of your surroundings, you see a steel door to the left of where the desk sits, with a small square window covered in iron bars.

…Jesus christ.

“Can I help you?” The woman drawls, sliding her glasses further up her nose. Her voice is nasally, and the words come out in a slow drawl as she looks you up and down, unimpressed.

You give her your best smile, although even you can tell that it’s an uneasy one. “Yes! This is my first day, I think I’m supposed to be meeting Kate Laswell?” You ask, nerves betraying your voice with unsteady breaths.

The woman snaps her gum.

You stand there.

She blows it again.

You continue to stand there.

Her gaze is bored and completely void of any thought, before she nods slowly. “Laswell… I’ll call her.”

Really, you couldn’t be more shocked if you tried. What the fuck was happening? How could one lack so much… professionalism?

“Hi, Kate. Yes, it’s Jenny. I have a new hire who apparently wants to see you…” Her voice remains that unbearably slow, sloth-like delivery, before her eyes unhurriedly meet yours again. “What’s your name…?”

You give it to her, tone only the slightest bit impatient as you roll back on the heels of your feet. You can only hope that your black boots are appropriate; you’d figured that they were safe, closed-toe and still somewhat professional.

Time would tell. Jenny was giving you the impression that they were more than acceptable, because at least they got you to do your job in a timely manner.

Jenny says a few more words to who can only pray is Laswell on the other end of the phone, before she places it back in its holder. 

“Laswell will be here any…” She pops her gum once more, and maybe, just maybe, you can understand the urge to murder. “Moment.”

You give her a tight, painful smile. “Thank you, Jenny.”

She doesn’t respond, and you decide to just stand back and wait. You certainly weren’t complaining – any more conversation with her would’ve ended with a severe lack of hair on your head.

A minute passes, before a buzz in the pocket of your slacks has your throat tightening. 

Pulling out your phone, your next exhale comes out shaky as you read the text.

Charlie: get milk otw home used it all

No ‘good luck’. No… ounce of care for you, or the absolute stress that comes with a new job, let alone one like this.

When you’d told him about the offer, all he’d said was, “It might make you worth something for a change.” Didn’t even question, not for a minute, the risks that came with a job like this. He simply couldn’t give less of a fuck.

“Doctor?” The sound of a door opening, and the kind, almost motherly tone of the voice has you shoving your phone into your pocket once more as you turn to the source of the sound.

It’s a woman, her hair pulled back into a slick bun, one hand holding what seems to be a clipboard. Her other hand rests in the pocket of a white coat, not unlike one a scientist would be fashioning in a lab. Her smile is warm, the corner of her eyes crinkling as you direct a smile of your own her way.

“Kate Laswell?” You ask, extending your hand for her to shake. Taking her hand out of her pocket, she accepts it gracefully, nodding her head.

“The one and only,” she says, before gesturing to the steel door she’d entered through. “Now, today we’ll get you set up with a keycard, general rules, and I’ll have you meet two of your patients.”

You nod, following her as she swipes a card in a black reader, before the red light buzzes green, and she pulls the door open. Right behind her, you take an unstable deep breath as you take in the greyed, jagged walls, a complete contrast to the painted ones of the entrance room.

“We really are so glad to welcome you to our team,” she continues, her black work shoes clicking against the smooth concrete flooring. She doesn’t turn to you as she speaks, but her voice carries around the echoey hallway. “You’ll make a great addition. A necessary one, also. We’ve needed an innovative, young therapist for a while. Most of our… previous hires have held out-dated beliefs, and a lack of humanity for their clientele.”

That makes your brows furrow in confusion. “That’s… odd,” you murmur, before pausing your steps as Laswell stops, swiping her keycard, before entering another room.

As you step into the newly revealed space, your eyes go wide as you take it in. 

It’s a wide, large space, with several floors. Metal staircases sit at either end of the vast space, allowing access to every floor. Guards sit at every level, some walking around the space where you and Laswell stand.

It’s a lot, all at once. You’d never even stepped foot into a prison – not before now.

“Most inmates are at the mess for breakfast,” Laswell supplies, turning to you with a neutral expression. She gestures for you to follow her back out of the space, and you do with hurried steps. “The ones you’ll be dealing with, however… they usually eat by themselves.”

You don’t decide to push that statement, not now, as you continue to follow her down the hallway.

“You won’t be seeing much of the prison,” she admits. “There’s heavily guarded spaces on the top floor for your sessions, both for your protection and for the safety of our staff and other low-risk inmates.”

You nod, humming a sound of affirmation as the two of you start heading up the cleaner steps at the end of the hallway. The staff staircase, you suppose.

“Today, you’ll be meeting two of our more… understanding ambers.”

You raise a brow. “Ambers? What does that mean?”

She turns her head over her shoulder, just enough to shoot you a knowing look. “Ambers are our highest-risk inmates. We house ten of them, and you’ll be dealing with eight as per your contract.”

Your stomach falls. You’d known, of course, that the risks were high when applying for this role. But… this was more than you’d imagined, in a way. Ambers. Huh.

Silence falls over the two of you as you make your way up the never-ending steps, no windows in sight. It’s unnerving, in a creepy, strange way. When you finally reach the top, you try and hide how out of breath you are from that small exertion.

Fucking christ.

Laswell, for her part, looks completely fine in an effortless way. You can’t eve find it in yourself to be envious. The feeling’s closer to admiration.

“Here’s the files on them both. You’ll be seeing Kyle Garrick first,” she hands you the clipboard she’d been carrying, and you accept it with only a slight tremble. She doesn’t comment on it, and you find yourself warming up to her already. “They’ll be restrained, and there is heavy security, so you needn’t worry about that side of things.”

“Thank you, ma’am,” you say earnestly, flipping through the files without reading much of anything, not yet. 

She waves you off with a soft chuckle. “None of that. Kate’s more than fine,” she insists, and you give her a bright smile in return. Maybe this job wouldn’t be so bad – a boss like this was much better than a creepy middle-aged man any day of the week.

You don’t realise you’ve made it to a small room until she stops walking, scanning her keycard and pushing the door open, gesturing you in. “While you have your first two sessions, I’ll sort your keycard and the rest of the processes out. I wish you luck.”

With that, the door shuts behind you, and you’re alone in a small room.

It matches the rest of the hallways you’ve seen – grey concrete walls, grey concrete floors. The only furniture, however, is one metal table drilled into the floor in the centre, one chair on either side. 

…It’s depressing. Not at all like you’d prefer, not for a fucking therapy session, but then again, you hadn’t met your clients yet.

Ambers. High-risk.

With a deep breath, you take a seat at the chair closest to you, finally reading through the top file on the clipboard.

Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick. 

You skim over the height, weight, sex – immediately reading the comments made and his sentence.

Mass murderer. Motivated attacks.

Your eyes go wide, almost comically so, as you bite at your lip, folding one leg over the other as you continue to read. 

Of course, you’d prepared, been made aware that you’d be dealing with murderers. But having it in black and white, right in front of you, is a whole other thing entirely. 

Apparently, they were motivated attacks. Targets being large CEOs, specifically those with reported claims of misuse of power, and those against green laws. Anti-environment types.

The motive is… you’re aware killing is bad. You hadn’t spent years studying for a degree in Psychology to think otherwise. But it wasn’t as simple as some made it out to be. You’d done papers suggesting that certain motives implied healthier patterns, healthier outlets.

If you had to choose between him killing pregnant women, and CEOs with broken moral compasses?

It wouldn’t take a genius to figure out your answer.

You’re about to flip the page when there’s a knock on the door on the other side of the room, before it opens.

There’s two guards that walk in, before a man in an olive green jumpsuit follows, hands cuffed tightly together in front of him, head down. Another guard from behind shoves him in, too rough for your liking. You sit up straighter, eyes assessing as you take in the man in the jumpsuit.

He’s forced into the chair opposite you, before one of the guards grabs his cuffed wrists and chains them to a rig in the middle of the table. You’re grateful for the precautions, but there’s a part of you that feels guilty watching the manhandling of the seemingly calm man.

“Half an hour,” the most brutish guard of them all grits out, beer belly spilling out over his belted jeans. He jostles the chain attaching his wrists to the table unnecessarily, and your eyes narrow.

He goes to leave, along with another guard, but one stands to stay in position inside, beside the door.

Your brows furrow, and you speak up before you can stop yourself. “Sorry, sir, but my sessions will need confidentiality, as for the best results. I’m sure that I’ll be safe with his restraints.”

The guard stares you down, seemingly mulling your words over, before shrugging and leaving the room, door shutting behind him.

…Huh. Alright.

You find your posture relaxing, just slightly, which is odd, considering you’re now only a metre or two away from a convicted murderer.

His gaze is trained to the table, left foot tapping incessantly against the concrete floor.

“It’s nice to meet you, Gaz,” you say with a soft tone and a gentle smile. You figure that his nickname is the best bet, not wanting to stir up any possible traumas with his given name during your first session with the man. “I’ll be your new psychiatric evaluator.”

His eyes flick up, meeting yours, and he nods slowly, as if awaiting a punchline. 

“Is it okay for me to call you Gaz?” You ask, tilting your head to the side and flipping to an empty page to take notes on. You’d need to grab a notebook from home, you decide.

He relaxes, only the smallest of movements, and he nods. “Gaz, yeah.”

Your smile widens at the small victory. Any step towards progress was a huge one, in your eyes. You’d be facing a lot of them in the coming days.

“Do you have any advice for this place?” You push, trying to form a bond of trust with the dark-haired man. “I’m gonna be honest, you’re my first patient, and I’ve only met Laswell and… Jenny?”

His mouth quirks at that, a dimple showing to the left of his mouth as he looks back up at you. “Jenny’s a character, ain’t she?”

You laugh, a genuine one, and nod. “She certainly is. You’ve met her?”

He shrugs, shoulders relaxing slightly. “Few times, yeah. She drives me up the fuckin’ wall.” His accent is only minimally apparent, but his voice is of a somewhat humorous tone.

Small victories.

“Well,” he exhales, settling into his chair a bit as he seems to ponder. “Do ya know who else you’re assigned to?”

You’d been sure to thoroughly go over your contract, and you were allowed to disclose your other patients between your others. They’d find out within the day, anyways, so there was no point in being discreet.

“It’s only you and a… John Price? Today. I’m sure I’ll find out the other six over the next few days,” you say, appreciating that he’s starting conversations. It’s more than you’d allowed yourself to hope for.

Gaz’s eyes light up, and even if you hadn’t been incessant in watching him, it’d be an obvious shift in emotions. “Price?”

You nod, quickly making a note on your clipboard, before folding your hands in your lap as you gesture for him to continue with a quick inclination of your head.

“He’s the best. Man’s a legend,” he enthuses. “Love ‘im.”

There’s… a hidden truth to that statement, that you make a mental note to unpack during a later session. Your smile is a natural one as you say, “He’s an amber, correct? Laswell told me I’d been assigned eight out of ten ambers… you’re one of them, right?”

Gaz seems to fold into himself, and you kick yourself for going back to square one. He answers, however.

“...Yeah. Only Ghost ‘nd Valeria are aggressive, though. We’re just… misunderstood,” he murmurs, and in the back of your brain, you find yourself believing his words.

“Thank you,” you smile, and he responds with a sharp one of his own. Maybe you’d covered more ground than you’d expected. “I think it’d been mentioned that I was only assigned men, due to the nature of the job, or something like that.”

Seeming to mull over your words, he starts to slowly nod. “Sounds ‘bout right. As long as you don’t get Graves, you’ll be alright. The others are… fuckin’ weird, but they’re good men. Mostly.”

That’s a lot of information at once, and quite frankly, it takes a moment for you to process. 

“‘Good men’. What do you think it takes to be a good man?” You ask, curiosity laced into your tone. Getting to ask such questions of a convicted murderer, it’s a thrilling, exhilarating task.

His eyes don’t shift as he replies. “Good men do the acts others are too scared to do. They see the evil in the world, and rid of it with their own bare hands. You can be an ethical murderer, Doc.”

Those words, they’re – they’re authentic, and conviction aches in their structure. 

You swallow around a dry mouth.

“You think you’re a good man?” You ask.

His smile would be seen as warm to any who weren’t aware of his acts, but to you – it’s chilling. Haunting in a way you’ve never experienced.

It remains as he answers.

“I think that I’m a man who people wish they had the bravery to be.”

a/n. okay so im really nervous about posting this, cause ITS EIGHT FUKCING LOVE INTERESTS and also im a humanities girl not a science one!! sociology all the way not psych!! so forgive me for all the inaccuracies and legality issues please. im just a girl. hopefully u guys will like this one? i mean, obsessed serial killers cod is smth i need so here we are. all comments and feedback mean so muchhh ty ily mwah mwah mwah

taglist comment/msg to be added. [nothing to see here.]

[writings-ofthe-heart]

Requesting Rules and Information

I RESERVE THE RIGHT TO REJECT ASKS!

First and foremost, basic rules and dni criteria!

1. When requesting please be specific on what you want, unless you say I have creative freedom!

2. Be nice when requesting or I will ignore you :3

3. In terms of what themes I'm uncomfortable with..

- No smut (duh)

- Full length fics (unless they're on my own terms)

- Pregnancy tropes are a no go for me!

Ok I've slept on my account, life has gotten crazy (no it hasn't)

- harems, reverse harems

Fandoms, types of posts, themes I will gladly write

I'm a sucker for

-angst, I'll put up some prompts

-Fluff, domestic, comfort, anything

- Headcanons, drabbles, one shots

Fandoms

- Overwatch

- CoD

- AtSV

- MLB for shits and giggles

- COMMUNITY

- Inside Job

- Arcane

- Undertale

- Deltarune

- The Office

- Blue Eyed Samurai

- Aggretsuko

- Etc.

[pigeoncrying]

me: COD is my obsession, this account will be dedicated to -- ooh Ghost BC who's that on bass, woah drumming is so cool how'd I never notice -- sdv, mining, farming, emo boy vs man I could fix? -- BL novels???? long story short I am a multifaceted (?) person of many (?) interests

babe I can hear you pressing X for doubt

anyhow I'd like to recommend A Forum for Patients of Fourth Hospital (raws/author by 炫彩大米, translated by Inky Dragon Translations)

genre: adventure, comedy, horror, supernatural

personal tags: (spoiler alert...?)

witty, funny and calm protagonist, female protagonist,

little romance/not romance-centered

girls supporting girls / female friendships >>>

reverse harem (but not really lmaoooo)

do you ever sign up for a site to keep your books/reads tracked in one place? and the next thing you know you've binged 153 chapters of a webnovel - with what seems a 2k min word count - in the spam of like. half a day? literally. it's 4am. I have a fucking exam coming up soon but chose to read this instead 🤡 the way that Forum was the one I was only gonna read ONE chapter of - after switching between bits and bobs of other novels - but then I read everything available 💀

according to the NU page I have about 40 chapters so... maybe I'll update this in a few weeks/months 😂

no clue what the audience for translated chn BL novel is like or if I'll meet y'all but posting this for funsies 🥰

[writewithmiaaa]

COD Masterlist💗

Hey guys! Here is my ongoing (and updated) master-list for my COD works! Its organised by Character💗

MW2!

Ghost: Coming soon!

Soap: Coming soon!

Gaz: Coming soon!

Price: Coming soon!

POLY!141: Shadows in the fog (POLY!141 x Soldier!Reader)

COD WW2!

Pierson: Coming soon!

Zussman: Coming soon!

[dollygirl808]

Do I know what I'm doing? No. But I am copying other ppl on here who I like, so.

20yo, adhd bpd girly too obsessed with fictional men to interact with any irl

COD !!! All of them I need them (unhealthily)

Nav/info/Masterlist under cut

Ao3 -> Dollygirl808

I also read Undertale stuff but for the past like 6months I've been in the throws of a cod hyperfixation. Probably won't post anything about Undertale here, this is mostly a cod blog.

I write a LOT of yandere/obsessive/possesive/unhealthy behavior stuff. Most of my works will contain some amount of obsessive behavior if it's not outright yandere. I will still tag and give tw for that but you've been warned.

I also don't really write x reader, mostly just bc I can't. Nothing against ppl who can, more power to them, especially since x reader is what seems to be the most popular, and I enjoy reading it too but can't get behind writing you/your pronouns so most of my stuff will be fem oc's. I reuse names a lot, like Freya and Vera and Lexi and Mercy and Scarlett.

Unless implied otherwise, most of my characters will be chubby/thick bc I am too! Even if I never directly mention size, it's safe to assume the female main character is packing on a couple extra pounds. I'll commonly refer to characters as being thick, like having thick thighs or soft tummies or big rounded ass's. If thinks like that bother you my writing might not be for you, sorry!

Feel free to message me or send an ask or anything! I'm on my phone like 24/7 so I'll probably see it. I'm pretty comfortable with most things, but some hard limits include underage, scat/vomit, incest, hardcore non-con ect. I'll add if I need to but everything else is on the table really!

Navigation / Masterlist

Spoiled Rotten! ->Yandere!Zombie! Ghost x OC Freya x Soap (Smut, Yandere)

A Helping Paw -> Obsessive! Werewolf/Weredog 141(+extra) x Chubby! OC Freya (Fluff, Obsessive, Poly, Reverse Harem, Maybe smut)

Drabbles/Teasers

The Wolf Hunts, For She Is Starved -> Obsessive! TF141× Konig x Yandere! Werewolf! OC Freya (Yandere, Omegaverse, Werewolves, smut)

Home Sweet Home -> Ghost x OC Freya x OC Lexi x TF141 (poly, smut, thruple, sharing, pwp)

A Dead Man's Home -> Childhood best friend! Ghost x Nurse! OC Ava (Emotional, hurt/comfort, breaking and entering, injury, angst? Hint of romance?)

How I'm doing. (Not okay) (old)

Other

Sorry I've been MIA

That's the end of my very small list for now lol. When I add more, it'll be expanded and organized into individual people.

[shyspider]

Really @air-mechanical? You tag me when I'm at my most distracted time of the year, dabbling in other fandoms I'm super shy to admit I have worked on???? I keep my drapes closed for a reason 😅

Thank you for including me 💕 wishing you all the inspiration on your wips

Nope. I'm not gonna chicken out. I'm gonna share what is in my active WIP folder. I'm gonna do it.

I tend not to title my fics till much later, so I'm going to add a few details to give others an idea of what I have.

RULES: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

"TF4 - phase3" - [Transformers]

You/???

- Next installment after "When Sparks Burn".

"Season of the Smallest Stars" - [Transformers!Miniformers]

You&Friends

- Folder filled with different drafts. The "Summer Arc" draft is sitting and waiting for attention.

"TT2-p1" - [Transformers!Merformers]

You/Sunstreaker, You/Sideswipe, Other pairings

- Yeah. Twintails might get a sequel. Still in its very early stages. No ending planned, yet. Only concepts and worldbuilding written.

"Memory Glass" - [Transformers/Fantasy AU]

You/Optimus, maybe more? Want to write a reverse harem.

- Been wanting to write a fantasy AU for a while now. Concepts, Worldbuilding, and a bit of discovery writing done.

"SoulmateAU" - [Transformers/Soulmate AU]

You/Optimus

- Kinda just came up with the idea through worldbuilding. Only concepts written.

"Ghostface - I can weaponize him" - [Scream]

You/Ghostface

- Don't... I just needed to get it out of my brain. It was an idea borne from that whole "I can fix him. I can make him worse" thing.

"Mando mmhmm" - [Mandalorian]

You/Paz Vizsla

- Yeeahh just a lot of scenes I had to write out of my system.

"COD send help" - [Call of Duty]

You/Ghost, You/Konig, You/Soap, You/Price, You/Gaz, so many more

- Again, writing it to get it out of my head. Just ignore me.

I'm tagging all the writers I'm aware of. Obviously, ignore this if you're not interested.

@unusualjuggernaut  @moodymisty @murder-at-the-bingo-hall @montyuh @defaulttwig @afssh @ironwolf-gone @tarot-readingz @allswellinthiswell @maplesyruplover @circuitsrewired @energonbunny @vaultofqueenorion @snurtsnurt @techtainia-makes-things @solain-rhyo @ss-shitstorm  @themaskismyface @darkstarnovaphoenix

WIP Title Game

Thank you @supervisormeero for the tag! A lot of these wips were in just one document, so this was a good reason to organise them better.

Apart from the Tarkin one, all the wips listed below are for Andor - two absurd comedies, two keero, one abstract horror, one that's just weird.

[I've also got a heap of words for historical fiction shows, but I haven't listed them.]

RULES: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

1. A Pleasant Break from the Complexities of Living

2. Are you aware you're in a sewer, Mr. Karn?

3. ISB meets Pre-Mor

4. Office lock in Syril at the window

5. Keeping secrets from you

6. Car backseat

7. Tarkin-reader

I think most people I know who post their writing have already been tagged. @shyspider @moff-times throwing this out to you if you want to do it. And an open invitation to anyone else reading this who wants to! Sorry if we're mutuals and I don't know you write

[danibee33]

✨ Chapter 9 ✨ of Diablesa - my second book in the “Easy” Series 🫶🏻

[hunterbunter3000]

° ♡ Masterlist ♡ °

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(More coming soon!)

Inconsistency is a little cyst on my chest that I can't seem to pop 💀 so please be patient with me!

Main Blog.: Zittles3000 (where I post my art and take commissions!)

°.Reader will always be black and female unless specified.°

~ I only take requests for 141 Sweetheart. Do not send any other requests, they will be deleted. ~

╔ Please be 18 years or older to interact with my writing. Minors and ageless blogs do NOT interact or follow my blog. You will be blocked. ╗

°.Call of Duty.°

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All 141 Sweetheart content is in the hashtag.:

#141 sweetheart

A detailed fem!black!reader insert in call of duty modern warfare 2. Basically, all the men are in love with her and I write scenarios about her and answer asks!

Moodboards of Sweetheart ♡ ☆

Fanarts of 141Sweetheart.:

Made by @moth-in-a-mason-jar

Made by @gamersansblog

Boyfriend!au Fic.: (coming soon!)

Where Sweetheart meets and gets a boyfriend.

°.Simon "Ghost" Riley.°

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• Ghost Drabble // smut 18+

Ghost has a wet dream about you. // Gn!reader

°.Johnny "Soap" Mactavish.°

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• Capitan and Sergeant // smut 18+

Sergeant Soap and Capitan Mactavish have a go at you. // ??reader

(Coming Soon!)

°.Kyle "Gaz" Garrick.°

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°.Capitan John Price.°

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°.König.°

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• König drabble // smut 18+

You're cockwarming König while doing your makeup. // Gn!reader

°.Horangi.°

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°.Alex Keller.°

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°.Gary "Roach" Sanderson.°

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☆.｡.:*　Task Force 141　.｡.:*☆

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• Aggressive Lovin' // fluff

You show how much you miss your boyfriend. Task Force 141 + König // Gn!reader

• BloodWood.° // reverse harem, action 18+

A new member is added to the Task Force 141 without Price's permission. Weird and mysterious, Callsign "Cedar", the tall mercenary helps the team take down an uprising terrorist group and it's leader, unraveling her past and stealing some hearts along the way. (Coming Soon!)

Tags will be mentioned in each chapter!

Chapters.: Prologue. One. Two. Three.

°.Philip Graves.°

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°.Sebastian Krueger.°

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• Schrei nach mir, meine kleine Göttin // smut 18+

Krueger finally gets a taste of Sweetheart. Black!fem!reader

Coming soon!

°.Alejandro Vargas.°

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°.Rodolfo Parra.°

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°.Keegan P. Russ.°

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°.One Shots.°

──●◎●──

°.Anime.°

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My Hero Academia.:

(None yet)

One Piece.:

• Priest!Sanji // NSFW 18+

Small headcanon/drabble of Priest!Sanji and Baker's daughter!reader // black!fem!reader (coming soon!)

Fairy Tail.:

(None yet)

Trigun.:

(None yet)

Haikyuu.:

(None yet)

Houseki no Kuni.:

(None yet)

°.One Shots.°

──●◎●──

°.Monster Fucking.°

°Tingz.°

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◇. Collections of Dynasties .◇

°.CoD modern warfare monster!au.°

──●◎●──

Dragon Dynasty.: Dragon King! John Price

The Allience 18+ smut, fantasy, action

Pairing: Dragon King!Price × Knight!black!fem reader

(Coming soon)

Ogre Dynasty.: Ogre Leader! Johnny Mactavish

Pairing: Ogre Leader!Mactavish × Asassin!black!fem reader

(None yet)

Lycan Dynasty.: Werewolf King! Kyle Garrick

Pairing: Werewolf King!Garrick × WitchDoctor!black!fem reader

(None yet)

Hellish Dynasty.: Demon King! Simon Riley

Pairing: Demon King!Ghost × Human!black!fem reader

(None yet)

°.One Shots.°

──●◎●──

None yet

°.Marvel.°

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°.Webcomics.°

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True Education.:

(None yet)

Viral Hit.:

(None yet)

Solo Leveling.:

(None yet)

°.Stranger Things.°

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°. DC Comics.°

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My Crazy F**king Ideas.:

I usually get these at night when my imagination goes wild. This will be a mixture of Fandom and my own imagines!

(None yet)

[mikasuxxx]

i barely just found out about these hot ass CoD men like a week ago but they make me so feral they make me wanna start a reverse harem with them