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xsafronix-blog · 2 months

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Neil Ellice

I've been wanting to sketch these two photos for a very long time

#john soap mactavish #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty #Soap #neil ellice #fanart #cod mw2 #cod mw3 #cod mwii #cod mwiii #loki season 2

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ghostaholics · 11 months

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𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐘 𝐍𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐁𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥〖 𝐍𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐁𝐎𝐑!𝐒𝐈𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐑𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐘 〗 (the full-length series for this)

➵ PAIRING: neighbor! Simon 'Ghost' Riley x baker fem!reader ➵ TAGS/WARNING(S): grump x sunshine trope; swearing; mentions of eating and detailed descriptions of food; friends-to-lovers; some hijinks; eventual 18+ content (tagged as such later if wanting to avoid) ➵ SYNOPSIS: All of Simon’s neighbors – absolute tossers the lot of them are, except maybe the new one who’s just moved in two doors down the hall from him. ➵ A/N: tag list closed; any asks or comments about updates will be deleted

✧〖 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 〗

𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 (𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌 𝒊𝒏 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔); 70% complete @ 5.6k

✧〖 𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐒 〗

𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐨 (𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥) 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐝𝐨𝐠 (𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥) 𝐩𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 (𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯)

#keep your expectations low #i don't know what the fuck i'm doing #most of my fics are pending because it's finals season #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon riley fic #ghost x you #ghost x reader #cod fic #cod mw 2 #simon ghost riley #simon riley #call of duty modern warfare 2

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bigassmoonchild · 8 months

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The Aftermath

Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Reader

Word Count: 2k

The first part does give context, but isn’t required for this read.

Summary: You knew the difficulty the process of being a mated Omega in the military. You understood how much you would lose, but you never thought about the difficulty in your normal life. Never thought about the panic you would have, or how much it would effect you and Ghost's personal relationship.

Content Tags: Hospitals, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, No use of Y/N, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha! Ghost

A/N: I was not expecting such a good response to Maple Syrup, and since y'all seemed to like it so much here's basically the next part. Let me know if you want anything specific, my asks should be open. <3 I'm adding a 'keep reading' link to make sure you can scroll on if you want.

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Everything felt wrong. Ghost wasn't injured, but he was being held overnight in the medbay. The Maple Syrup had run its course through him, but he could hear chatter echoing in the room. He could smell you, you weren't too far from him but he wasn't allowed to see you. Price had come in not too long after the doctors had checked him over and cleared him, arms crossed as he sat in the chair next to the bed Ghost was in.

"We'll need to talk, you know," was the only thing Price had said, leaning back and relaxing in the chair.

"Is the Doc okay?" Ghost asked, looking in the direction your scent was coming from. The sickly sweet smell of heat was becoming stale, but you were on lock and key just in case any Alpha soldiers tried to come in. Price looked in the same direction, giving a faint shrug.

"I'm going to be updated once she's steady enough for the doctors to leave her alone," Price said. "Gaz is on watch outside her room," Ghost nodded. Gaz was a Beta, so it would be fine for him to be that close. Ghost still didn't like it, he didn't know how his pack was, where everyone was, if everyone was safe.

It took a few hours, it was well past midnight before any movement came from the direction of your room. The curtains surrounding Ghosts bed was moved, the Doctor gesturing for Price to follow him. Ghost had tried to listen in, but it wasn't worth it. He was still in mild pain from the mission, the place where the tranq had stabbed him still throbbed every so often.

Price walked back in some time later, looking at Ghost with a sigh. That didn't make him feel good, panic started to flow through him, thoughts of you dying flashed in his mind for a few moments.

"She's gonna be fine," Price started. "They got her heat back under control, they're just waiting for it to finish cycling through her. Outside of that, she's fine," Price sat next to Ghost. "I can't ask you about what happened. I can only tell you what will happen," he looked away.

You woke up, head foggy and throbbing with a headache. You could see a form moving next to you, checking your vitals. You gave a soft groan, your neck throbbing alongside your core. Everything hurt, but you weren't able to tell if it was everything.

"You finally waking up?" The voice asked, and you could recognize it. "You've been out for a few days, you've even had Ghost trying to get in," she giggled a little. Amanda. That was her name, she was one of the nurses you'd been working with prior to the mission that went south.

At the mention of Ghost, you sat upright, vision spinning before righting itself.

"It was a really bad heat you were sent into, y'know. Took us a few hours to stabilize you, but you're doing good for yourself," she smiled, trying to lay you back down but you pushed her off of you.

"I need to talk to him," god even your throat hurt. She nodded slowly, sticking her head out of the door. You rubbed your head, headache now making you feel sick. It took a few moments, but you heard footsteps come in the room, a figure standing next to you. When you looked up, it was Price.

"There are some procedures we need to go through. I've already got some officers in, but we still need to talk about what happened," Price started, moving to sit in the chair near you. "Ghost has already spoken with them, so it'll be you, me and the officers. I think Laswell has flown in as well," you stared at Price.

With a few blinks, you looked down to think. Ghost had already spoken with the officers? You knew what the rules were like, and you knew that your career was now in his hands. It pissed you off, if you could really focus on feeling much outside of pain.

"The officers are trying to get him to make a decision on your career. I can't let you two talk about anything yet, the Adjutant Officers still need to figure things out before you'll be allowed near each other," Price looked away, your jaw tensing. You really had no rights anymore, did you?

It took another few days before you were released. The second you had clothes of your own to wear, you were gone off into your room.

Someone had been here. You could smell a stale scent, but you weren't able to place it. It was too distant to be able to decipher, but your room was exactly the same as it had been left before you were hospitalized. You didn't feel comfortable in your room, knowing someone had been here.

A knock on the door made you spin, nerves set tight. As you opened the door, a large figure came into view.

"Doc," Ghost started, before being yanked into your room and having the door slammed behind him. You turned on him, staring at him sharply. You pointed, opening your mouth before shutting it and groaning, running hands through your hair.

You kept trying to start talking before you stopped yourself, eventually kicking at the wall in irritation.

"What did you say to them?" You hissed, back still turned and facing the wall. You could hear him shift behind you, boots scuffing against the ground. You turned, storming up to him, chest to chest. "What the hell did you tell them? You gonna dismantle my career? Make me some fucking house-omega?" You were growling now, you could feel your muscles tensing.

When he didn't respond, you groaned, tossing your hands up in defeat and walking away from him. You turned, hand on your hip, waiting for a response.

"I don't want to take your career away," he whispered, finally. You barked a laugh, rubbing your wrist against your bitten gland. His hand reached out to grab you, but you moved away from him. "I don't want to make decisions for you," he added, voice growing more desperate.

You shook your head, pulling your hand away from your gland and shaking them out. Ghost reached out to you again, hand catching your shoulder before you shrugged him off.

"I don't know what to do," you whispered. "I'm terrified, because now I'm outed to so many people, and there's quite literally nothing I can do to save myself," you turned to look at Ghost.

He scoffed. "You think I'm going to ruin things for you? I've already told you, I don't want that kind of control over you," he looked away, crossing his arms. You could smell the distress on him.

"You have done shit to make me trust you!" Your voice raised before dropping, a hand running down your face. "I have zero control left, you know how many rights I have as a mated Omega?" He shook his head. "None," you glared at him.

Ghost glanced at you before looking away again. He shook his head, moving to leave before you blocked the door from him.

"You don't get to walk out when we're talking," you growled at him and he growled back.

"This isn't a conversation, this is you getting all pissy on me," he loomed over you, forcing you to take a step back. "I didn't want this to happen, I would have chosen any other way to save us, but we didn't get a choice, did we?" You looked away.

"Get out,"

He could smell the distress on you the second he spoke. Your scent left him spiraling, he was panicking. His Omega was distressed, and he was the cause. He wanted to fix it, correct the problem and make you happy again.

Ghost could do nothing when you repeated yourself.

"Get the hell out," you glared at him. Ghost opened his mouth to give you a retort, but you had turned away. He bit his tongue, turning to stare at the door.

"You know that's not what I meant," he whispered, opening the door and leaving.

Even after walking aimlessly for ten minutes, he could still smell your distress on your scent, the sour taste stuck on the back of his throat. This wasn't how he had intended to talk to you, he wanted to make a plan for when they asked him more questions regarding your career.

Ghost was pissed off, more so with himself than you, but he wanted to comfort you. Fix what he had said, take it back.

But he had a meeting to attend, and he needed to make sure he didn't say anything wrong.

You sat in the conference room, Price, Laswell and an Adjutant officer sitting across from you. This was the third time you'd gone over what had happened.

"So you say this 'Maple Syrup' is what caused Ghost to go into a feral rut?"

"Yes," you deadpanned, glaring through the Adjutant. "We've already been through all of this, there is literally nothing else that I haven't told you," the Adjutant hummed.

"We need to make sure everything is covered," he told you, looking at the paper he had been writing on for the past hour and a half.

You looked at Price, hoping he would help you in any way. He looked away, leaning further back into his seat.

"What about my career?" The room went silent, the Adjutant stopped reading, glancing over at Price who had finally looked at you. "I want to know what's happening," you whispered. The last few days had left you unsure of yourself. You wanted to confront Ghost, you wanted to apologize for snapping at him, you wanted to fix what you'd said.

None of them spoke, Laswell had opened her mouth to speak before closing it, taking a deep breath. Her fingers tapped on the table, looking at Price and the Adjutant.

She looked back at you. "You aren't allowed to make any decisions regarding that, you know," your head dropped back with a groan, wrist rubbing against your bitten gland roughly. You were terrified, you didn't know what the future was going to hold.

You had so little control and it was getting worse. You stood abruptly, going to walk out the door before Price spoke.

"Would you like to speak with Ghost?" You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. With people around, you wouldn't snap on him, but you also didn't want to see him since his last remarks. You really needed to know if you still worked here, or if he was going to force you to become a house-omega.

You nodded, turning around and sitting back down while staring Price down as he made a phone-call. A few moments later, Ghost walked in and sat beside you, but you still couldn't look at him. It was silent for a few minutes, everyone looking at each other, waiting for the first to speak.

"You still have a job here," Ghost spoke up. "I didn't let them remove you, but they won't allow you on missions anymore," he added the last part quietly. You nodded.

You could hear Price and Laswell ushering the Adjutant Officer out of the room, the door closing with a click behind them. Neither you nor Ghost talked for a few minutes, you could smell a certain level of stress on him.

"Thank you," you whispered, glancing quickly at him. He was staring at you, eyes watching your every twitch and shudder. "I'm... sorry, for the other day," you fiddled with your fingers. "I didn't mean to snap at you."

Ghost shook his head, hesitating before grabbing your hand, pulling it close to him and in turn tugging you towards him. You finally turned to look at him, and his eyes visibly softened.

He looked down, then back up to you. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said what I did. Not in the way I did," he tugged you even closer to him, nuzzling into your gland. "I don't regret having you as my mate now, but if I could've changed what I did, you wouldn't be stuck with me making decisions for you now," you leaned in to him, pressing your face into his chest.

It relaxed you, his scent, and allowed you to think much clearer.

"I'm just so scared,"

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multi-fandom-imagine · 5 months

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Day 27: “The turkey’s not the only thing getting stuffed today.”

Fandom: Call Of Duty:Modern Warfare 2

Character: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley

Naughty or Nice

Warnings: p in v, reader getting stuffed.

A/n: idk I'm tired and bad at tags, this is also very short cause I am very tired.

Simon seemed to notice that you tended to get riled up around the Holiday, he didn't mind it of course. He loved you and it's not like he was about to deny sex from you. Tilting his head to the side, he watched you parade around wearing one of his shirts.

Gaze darkening the man walked over to you placing his hand on your hips drawing you in as his lips pressed into your neck.

“The turkey’s not the only thing getting stuffed today.”

A little giggle escaped your lips as you titled your head back. "Really? You want sex now, 141 will be over in a few hours and i still need to stuck that fucking thing."

Giving your neck a nip, he then pulled back as his lips pulled into a smirk. "A quickie can't hurt."

"Then we better make it quick."

Simon's eyes darkened with desire as he held you close, savoring the feeling of your body against his as he let his fingers message your hips. "Oh love, you have no idea what I have in store for you." His voice dipped as he then caressed your cheek his touch gentle yet possessive " I'm going to fuck you so hard, love. Make you scream my name until you can't remember anything else...you won't even be able to walk."

His voice dripping with anticipation as his hands then roamed your body as his touch ignited a fire within you. His fingers tracing the curve of your spine as his lips left a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses along your neck, he whispered in a low, demanding voice.

"I cannot wait to hear you sing my name."

He expertly unbuttoned his pants, freeing his throbbing cock from its confines. With a firm grip on your hips, he positioned you above him. The man happy you were not wearing any panties. Your wetness sliding along his length. He groaned as he slowly sank into you, the feeling of your tightness enveloping him.

Simon's grip on your hips tightened as he guided your movements, setting a rhythm that had you both gasping for breath. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mixing with your moans of pleasure.

His lips crashed against yours in a passionate kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth as his thrusts became more urgent, driving you both closer to the edge. The room was filled with the intoxicating scent of sex and the symphony of your lustful cries.

As the pleasure built to its peak, Simon's grip on you became almost bruising, his thrusts growing frenzied. With a final, primal groan, he released inside you, his hot cum filling you completely.

You clung to each other, panting and sated, as the waves of pleasure slowly subsided. Simon pressed gentle kisses to your temple, whispering in your ear."You're mine. And I'm not letting you go."

Laughing weakly, you let your fingers glide across his cheek as you looked into his eyes. "I think we should have that party tomorrow."

Grinning, Simon placed a kiss to your neck. Still buried deep within you he reached for his phone as a moan left your lips. "Smart idea love."

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aprils-artsy · 4 months

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What If... Deadpool and Ghost work together? 👀

Just thought of these 2 out of the blue 👀👀

Ive always wanted to do this What if...? challenge style for fun when it first came out and now i finally had time😭 Wanted to do 4 more art in this style with few of my fav characters before going back to my old art style❤

Inspiration + artstyle: What if...?

Reference used: Deadpool and Ghost COD: MW2