#i have an unhealthy obsession for cod men

[b1rds3ye]

Cod men with an so that has a kink for their gear/uniform …thats all

Anon you are SPEAKING MY LANGUAGE at this rate my obsession for people in uniform is unhealthy but it IS WHAT IT IS ✌️(only price and gaz for this one tho, my brain just ain’t braining for ghost and soap 😩😩)

In Uniform

Characters: Captain John Price, Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

GN!Reader w/ no physical descriptions

Word Count: 1.4 (~700 each)

Genre: Fluff, Smut 18+/MDNI, established relationship

Warning: Smut, 18+/MDNI, No overly dom/sub themes I don’t think? riding + worship (Price), thigh riding (Gaz), if I miss anything, let me know

A/N: This is the spiciest I've ever written (it pales in comparison to the filth I read but reading vs writing is a whole different story WRITING THIS WAS SO HARD ARGH-)

Captain John Price

Price is not blind. For the sake of professionalism, he doesn’t comment on it, but he can’t help but feel smug when he notices how your eyes trace his chest rig. How it looks almost too small with how it hugs to his chest, the straps that wrap over his shoulders emphasising his thick arms and broad torso. How the extra gear he has to equip gives his already large chest more volume

He will never sacrifice practicality and comfort over visuals on a mission… but if he knows he should just be wandering around base he may just tighten the straps of his gear a little more than usual just so it hugs his form better when he meets you. Just because he’s in a stable relationship with you and a high ranking soldier doesn’t mean the captain can’t have some fun and a little ego boost!

Still, Price is reluctant to test the extents of your uniform kink. His uniforms are often filthy and he can’t imagine anything more repulsive than some crusty blood of the enemy staining the pure haven that is your shared bed. Even after they’re cleaned, there’s a lingering concern that they’re not clean enough

But if there’s anything that John is weak to, it’s you with your hopeful eyes and sweet smile. He’ll triple clean his uniform and he’s ready to for it to join the confines of your bedroom

Even under you, Price prides himself on his restraint. He hasn’t lost the image of a commanding captain, still fully dressed save for the fly of his cargos pulled down just enough to free his cock that is now buried in you. The rough fabric of his cargos leave a pleasant burn against your bare thighs, but it’s nothing compared to the pleasant burn of John stretching you out. You want to move your hips faster, to have him hit the parts you know he can hit perfectly. But no, this night will be slow, cherishing the delicious sight below you.

You shift slightly and you whine at the impossible fullness from within. Distracting yourself from the intoxicating pain you drag your hands along his chest rig. Prying and slipping your fingers into every crevice and bend of straps and pockets, they twitch as an odd aftershock washes through your body. Under your palms John’s chest lifts with every heavy breath. Pressing them flat against his stomach as it deflates, you exhale with him as your relaxing body adjusts to him filling up your every crevice.

John’s hand creeps up to curl around one of your wrists. The plastic coating of his gloves offers a foreign coolness that has your body jolting and you whine as goosebumps coat your burning body.

“Didn’t know you had such a thing for men in uniform,” he simpered, his other hand down to rest on your hip. He idly massages at the plush skin, fingers digging deep down into the layer of muscle. Tilting into his touch, you try and contort yourself to get his hand a little closer to where you’re most sensitive, just that little bit more but he doesn’t relent, his moustache and beard now slightly curved as he watches you with amusement.

“Only you,” you whisper and his next breath is hefty and rugged, accompanied with a satisfied hum that reverberates through his entire being.

“That’s right, sweetheart. Only me.”

You pull your hands back up to his chest rig, you slip your fingers under the securing straps and take a firm grip. Hands dangerously close to his throat, John’s Adam apple instinctively bobs in anticipation.

“Getting handsy, are we?”

“Just need a bit more,” you mutter absentmindedly. You stare at him with blown out eyes. “Can I?”

“Do as you wish.”

Using your grip on his rig, you pull your hips further, feeling him deeper, harder. His hands immediately find purchase on your hips to steady you as you tremor at the new sensation. He only moves with you, his hips offering the faintest of encouragement as he slightly drives them up into you. Once you manage to set a rhythm above him the captain sounds near unrecognisable as he stifles a groan with every tug against his gear.

“Fuck. Just like that, darling.”

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Kyle is attentive to you, so he is aware of how your eyes scan his body when he walks past. He never thought that his uniform was particularly attractive or attention-grabbing since literally everyone else wears it, but he’s glowing upon noticing that he can entrance you over what’s merely his day-to-day gear

In low stakes situations, this man is teasing you to hell and back. Not directly though, he’ll never explicitly say he knows you have a thing for his uniform, but just before a mission he’ll have you double checking if his chest rig and gear are firmly secured to his body. Of course, they won’t be, and he’ll ask you to tighten the straps, discreetly flexing the respective body parts all the while

Now you can tell when Kyle’s horny. Instead of immediately shedding his gear to wash up and relax with you, he’ll only get rid of weaponry and any contents in his various pockets but the gear and uniform stays on in a (not so) discreet attempt of getting you just as riled up as he is

“Shit, you look so good.”

You let out a halfhearted laugh that morphs into a sigh as you grind your hips against his thigh. Through the flimsy fabric of your underwear, you swear you can feel everything against you. Each individual fibre of his cargo pants, the ridges of the seams. Even through the fabric you can feel the soft swells of his muscular thigh that you’re seated on.

“You should take a look at yourself,” you praise breathlessly.

Even with clothes on, Kyle looked hot as hell. Still in his gear, it made the slivers of his skin that revealed themselves all the more tantalising. His half-unbuttoned shirt revealing skin covered in a sheen of sweat. Sleeves haphazardly shoved up the arm to reveal his lean forearms, veins pulsating with lust as they hold onto your hips like a lifeline.

“Caught you staring earlier,” he mutters. With those godly arms he wraps them around your back, forcing you to lean into him, sweaty forehead against his.

“Thought you were worried about me, but it was really you I should have been worried about.”

His words are lost on you and he only smirks as your hips move forward and back and forward again with reckless abandon. Each drag of your hips getting more exaggerated, more forceful as you strain against Kyle’s arms that selfishly pull you taut to him.

“Let me… move, dammit,” you huff as you struggle to move in his hold.

“What? Is it bad that I want to be close with the love of my life?” he offers an innocent laugh but his eyes are still trained down to where your hips rhythmically meet his thigh with sinful movements.

Grinding your hips, you grunt unexpectedly as a pointed intrusion brushes against your clothed sex, nipping at where it was most sensitive. Christ, Kyle must’ve forgotten to take out a spare magazine in his cargo pockets. The edge of its hard metal giving a delicious contrast against his thick, clothed muscle, you experiment, trying a new angle to brush your most sensitive areas with his leftover weaponry.

It sends a wave of electricity through your body that has you jerking a knee up, one that brushes against Kyle’s hard on and he whines. His embrace only tightens as he tries to silence himself with his face buried in your chest.

“Shit- do that again,” his words are muffled against your skin, echoing through your rib cage.

With the next roll of your hips you pull your knee up once again. The stimulation against his dick has him instinctively flexing his thighs, and you tremble at the extra firmness in between your legs, the sensation evoking a sound of pure sin from you.

Kyle rolls his head to the side to rest on your shoulder, his ragged breaths burning against the crook of your neck.

“Please- fuck - do it again, love.”

You didn’t have to be told twice.

Call of Duty Masterlist

[hermesdottir]

i have an unhealthy obsession with the COD men and it’s lowkey so embarrassing but at least i have understanding friends

[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.

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Prompt #6: Representation, Subjectivity and Food

                       Carl’s Jr. Cod Fish Sandwich TV Commercial / Ad 

Carl’s Jr. is known to present highly subjective and sexualized ads that further the divide between genders – creating an imbalance relationship that casts the female as passive, while the male figure becomes the dominant role. Often the ads include the world’s most attractive women having erotic encounters with the many menu options of Carl’s Jr. and Hardees. The ads bluntly objectify women as “ravenous sex carnivores who feel compelled to rip off their clothing in public when feasting on fast food” (Griner). Carl’s Jr. Cod Fish Sandwich TV commercial is one example the showcases the subjective behaviour. The commercial centers around a female / model name Nina Agdal (also known as a Sports Illustrator model) basks in the sun shoving the Cod Fish sandwich into her mouth rolling around in the sand, and spraying her entire body with sun tan lotion. By the end she rips off her tiny black bikini top to be met by a burnt white male only to smile and state: “nice sandwich.”

In relation to the commercial “sex sells” – food advertisements sell more than just a product – they sell ideas. Especially most notable when placed next to an overly sexualized woman – food becomes a symbol of both satisfaction and pleasure. The product being advertised – Carl’s Jr. Fish Cod Sandwich – is considered to have the same value as women’s sexuality that is depicted. She is eager and ready to be consumed – resulting in a culture of acceptance for gender inequality.

 This commercial furthers the connection between food and sex since entails “practices of preparing and eating food are…highly sensual and sometimes sexual…the simple point is that the hands-on encounter with food connects us with surfaces, textures, tastes, smells, insides, and outsides” (Belasco 36). The model in the commercial indicates how eating food – the Carl’s Jr Cod Fish Sandwich – can enhance a sexual awaking that ultimately leads to satisfaction. The ad made it clear how both food and sex require use of the mouth (Belasco 36). For instance, the commercial incorporated a variety of close up shots of the model as she eats the Cod sandwich with her eyes closed, and head rolled back – including sound effects as she bites into the sandwich – hearing the crunch, bite and chewing of the sandwich. Another shot that indicates the women is objectified for the benefit of “selling sex” / products – she is prompted on a rock facing the viewer, and took another bite as she spread her legs open. Whereas, another shot displayed a close up as she took a sip of her pop showing the tip of her tongue – and also when she had mayo left around her mouth as she is licking the food contents off the tip of her fingers – both shots indicating a relation to Oral sex.

 In this context food becomes an object that is sexualized through the entire discourse of the ad where the model is experiencing some sort of sexual pleasure as a result of consuming the sandwich. This ad sends a message to female consumers indicating if you purchase and eat the Cod sandwich you’ll be sexually aroused and encounter a sexy male figure to “compliment your sandwich.” Or be faced with the anxiety and struggle of trying to fit the idealized beauty standards that Carl’s Jr. laid on the table. For male consumer – the sexy, thin, toned women devouring a “large” picture-perfect sandwich with mix shots of her rubbing sun lotion into her body is enough to appeal to men and sell the sandwich. This ad indicates that modern fast food advertising is attaching the idea of sex appeal to fast food and turning it into a commodity – where advertisers only feature women they believe maintain the ideal feminine image in order to attract the feminine consumer.

This commercial sexualizes the idea of women and eating – and promotes body and beauty ideals that are not realistic and considered problematic. People who consume fast food regularly most likely do not have the same figure as the model in the commercial, but the commercial presents the idea that one can eat Carl’s Jr. Fish Cod Sandwich and be able to remain in shape that society idealizes desperately. Not to mention the commercial itself puts shame on the viewers who eat Carl’s Jr and don’t have thin figures ultimately allowing consumer culture to constrain and control women, which furthers the acceptance of sexualizing women in the media. Due to ads like Carl’s Jr. Cod Fish sandwich TV commercial – dieting, anorexia nervosa, bulimia, and obesity – all on the rise – “mark the confused messages that women should have perfect (thin) bodies at the same time that they are encouraged to over consume and indulge in junk food” (Allen and Sachs 2). In this context – both advertising and media play “enormous role in perpetuating women’s obsession with thinness” (Allen and Sachs 2). The media itself constructs the ideal image of a thin and well-toned female body – as the model in the commercial encompasses (Allen and Sachs 2). This emphasizes many women’s transformation fantasy that “once I am thin everything will be fine” (Allen and Sachs 2). The push for thinness is mainly media driven; however, women’s social networks with partners, families, and friends also “reinforce the media’s message for acceptable bodies” (Allen and Sachs 3). Often taken for granted – “social conventions of friendship and caring strongly influence women’s body image” (Allen and Sachs 3). In the end, women’s body images are disciplined not by force – “but through their own and others’ critical gaze and surveillance” (Allen and Sachs 3). Incidentally women are not able to take control of their own bodies – unable to resist “the enormous power of fashion, cosmetic, and diet industries” (Allen and Sachs 3). In conclusion, the sexualization of eating fast food is not only demeaning towards women, but also encourages unhealthy consumption behaviour including unrealistic image expectations.

                                                    Works Cited 

Allen, Patricia, and Carolyn Sachs. “Women and Food Chains: The Gendered Politics of Food.” International Journal of Sociology of Food and Agriculture, vol. 15, no. 1, Apr. 2007, pp. 1–16.

Belasco, Warren James. Food: the Key Concepts. Bloomsbury Academic, 2008.

Griner, David. “The 10 Most Sexist Ads of 2013.” Adweek, Adweek, 17 Dec. 2013, www.adweek.com/brand-marketing/10-most-sexist-ads-2013-154550/#/.