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roach with ducks for @roachy-draws :D!!!
#call of duty#cod (call of ducks)#gary roach sanderson#cod roach#cod#ghost cod#simon ghost riley#cod mw2#john soap mactavish#my art#john price#kyle gaz garrick#cod gaz#cod price#thanks for dropping in the stream!! was fun chatting#my memory is already failing me did i read duck or rubber duck#then i figured#why not both
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I’m not saying I feel like Price and Duck(reader) would have an accidental baby roughly 20+ish years after Goose… but they’d be the parents to have another little oops baby. Imagine a little ‘Turkey’ or little ‘swan’ or even a little ‘quail/pheasant’ (quail’s my fav cuz they’re so tiny when born).
Wait... how does it feel to know my cowboy couple better than I do? Because absolutely they would. The only reason they never had another kid was because they never had time, or Price was on deployment, or Duck had some board exam, or SOMETHING. Never the right time and they always figured, y'know, they got lucky with Goose being an oops baby, maybe they'd just have another but they didn't! So of course finding out Price actually made good on all that dirty talk(20 years later)...
I mean they have plenty of time now, and they're barely in their 40s so why not?
Oops baby number 2.
I can only imagine the chaos of Duck finding out she's pregnant while trying to plan Goose's wedding. How do you tell your fully adult daughter that she's going to be a big sister? How do you tell your new baby they're going to have a niece soon???
Good bird name ideas, I truly have no clue what they'd call the little booger. Probably a little boy, I'm not good at naming those...
#ghoul speaks#cod x oc#oc: duck#oc: goose#captain price#theyd probably name him michael#maybe call him angel#or magpie because he likes shiny things#honestly the nicknames are left up to soap#i think the mactavishes are all nickname professionals
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Ghost: I hate your family, and your family hates me. I get it, I really d-
Soap to Price whispering: Ye’ sure he got the right meds?
Price about to have his second heart attack: I don’t know what to do with him.
Soap: First thing firsts, get him away from the pond.
Price: He’s havin’ fun, Soap
Soap: HE’S ARGUING WITH DUCKS, PRICE
Price processing: You’ve got a point
Soap muttering: Of course I do
Price: You don’t always got it-
Soap: I will push you and the ducks will poke all your mustaches hair off
Price: YOU INSULT MY MUSTACHE ONE MORE TIME- Gaz!?
Gaz next to Ghost petting the ducks head: Don’t worry he won’t eat your family, for now…
Soap: Are we the only normal around here?
Price: You’re far from normal, Sergeant
#Far from normal#ghostsoap#call of duty#john soap mactavish#simon ghost riley#ducks#cod modern warfare#ghost mw2#simon riley#john price#gaz mw2#cod meme#incorrect quotes#incorrect cod quotes#soapghost
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Since a lot of people seem to like Phillip Quaves here is him in his natural habitat
#cod#cod mw2#call of duty#cod mwii#phillip graves#phillip graves mention#rubber ducks#Phillip Quaves
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ghoap ducky stickers? check out the shop to get these lil guys :]
#digital art#art#artwork#call of duty#ghost cod#john soap mactavish#ghoap#ghost simon riley#simon ghost riley#call of duty modern warfare#rubber duck#duck#stickers#shop#redbubbleshop#redbubbleartist#redbubble#sticker art
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COD totally missed the opportunity to make the Rubber Duck operator a variant of Soap 😞
Like…just think about it—
But then again, I guess we all gotta see Neil Ellice’s pretty face in the game, huh?
#call of duty#warzone#modern warfare#rubber duck soap!!!#modern warfare iii#modern warfare 2019#modern warfare 2#neil ellice#john soap mactavish#soap#soap cod#foap#rubber duck#rubber duck operator#goddammit
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Please draw makarov more often
You know I will, I will cook🤭
Enjoy more Makarov I forgot to post (ft my oc, Duck!)
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random 2 am though but what did logan wear before elias handed his mask down to him. like we know logan only got the iconic mask AFTER elias died (i think?? im not sure) so what did he do before that. did he just paint his face like hesh. if so what design did he have
is that why hesh painted his face instead of wearing a mask? because he had no mask??
#sick rambles#cannibals rambles#bored duck rambles#cod#cod ghosts#call of duty#call of duty ghosts#ghosts#cod logan#logan walker#cod hesh#hesh walker#david hesh walker#david walker#i could be horribly wrong but this is just a thought that came to me around 1:30 am#i should draw this... hmmm... maybe next weekend/next week when i have time#anyway
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#cod#cod soap#my art#unfinished#sketch#call of duty#call of duty modern warfare#neil ellice#cod mw#john soap mactavish#rubber duck#digital fanart
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mini ducktavish
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Ducks. That’s all.
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FOCUS ON THE ROAD LAUNCH PAD!!!
#ducktales#ducktales 2017#ducktales fan art#fan art#digital art#sunny gotowski#oc#duck sona#cod#call of duty#memes#launch pad
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His name Is Quaves, Phillip Quaves
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HELLO
do the people know about Leo Carlsson girlrotting ? do they
#defending his honour 🤓#sniffles… that’s my first line 😭🫶#sorry i just love that they live in sunny california and they’re locking themselves in r/malelivingspace type rooms to grind cod#what do you think their cod lobbies are like#i do think it’s Z making unnecessary calls while leo is quietly fragging out lmao#<- me yapping on mic while my girlbestie kills everyone#this is how line chemistry is achieved. btw. this is peak performance if you even CARE#anaheim ducks#trevor zegras#leo carlsson#god i am a little obsessed with how the lines have shaken out#Z very soundly stealing back 1C duties from Leo within 20 games was not on my bingo card this year#<- i need to know why they keep listing leo as a center when he aint taking the majority of faceoffs#a case of positionless hockey?
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A little something of Simon Riley x Bookworm!Reader
A/n: Did you guys miss this format? So do I, hope you guys are doing well because I would not wish my suffering on my worst enemy, for the first time in a while, school makes me want to self exit. These days have been the busiest for me and I doubt that it will get better from here. I'm just exhausted from life but never from you guys <3
Taglist: @wishesforyou @puff0o0 @simping4konig @simp4konig @blingblong55 @azereus @rustic-guitar-notes @callsignsnowpunisher @anonymuslydumb @skeletalgoats @icarustypicalfall @connorsui @capuccino192 @miss-gms-and-the-rotten-womb @celestialhole @the-second-sage @starryylies @duck-a-doodle @everlastingmoonlightsworld @keiva1000 @iexiam @drewsmusee @konigceo
My CoD Masterlist <3
My Simon "Ghost" Riley Playlist <3
Simon Riley who absolutely adores your reactions when you read, a little bored on a lazy day in bed with him with your reading material in hand. The way you squeal and wiggle your feet made him want to peek onto what you were reading but he didn't need to, the moment you notice him curiously trail on you when you've finished a chapter or a moment you can't help but rant about.
Simon Riley who absolutely adores the way you get passionate about romantic stories, sometimes it motivates him to get a little creative with date ideas although you insist that simple dates are just fine.
Simon Riley who loves sneaking up behind you to peek at what you're reading, to see if you hide it while all flustered or if you bolt so he could playfully chase and pin you down.
Simon Riley who actually picks up an interest in reading because of you, he loved the idea that he's able to be more connected to you, having heated sessions of ranting together, dissing on annoying characters and such.
Simon Riley who was thankful you for introducing him to audiobooks, he was usually busy with some of the repairing and some maintenance of your shared home whenever he comes home after months. It gives him time to catch up while doing something productive so you can have your book review sessions.
Simon Riley who likes it when you look for him in the house after he went to do chores while you immerse yourself in another world. The sound of his name being called over and over by you is the best to him, sometimes waiting for you to say his name a little more before responding.
Simon Riley who builds you your very own bookshelf at your third anniversary, he went through the effort of finding a wood color that he knew you'd like and crafted the intricate bookshelf with a matching ladder that had wheels at the bottom so you could slide down like belle in that scene from beauty and the beast.
Simon Riley who gifts you reading material that you told him you were dying to read, your birthdays and other special occasions, even merch of hyper fixations you have, the same ones you use to decorate the bookshelf he made.
Simon Riley who likes to experiment in the bedroom based on what you've noted and annotated scenes on the spicy romance novels you've kept. He does it in his absolute spare time, sometimes when you aren't home, he likes to see what turns you on, so you'll come home to a surprise.
#cod x reader#aethelwyne lia writes#ghost x reader#simon riley x reader#cod headcanons#simon ghost riley x reader#ghost x you#simon ghost x reader#ghost simon riley#simon riley x you#simon ghost x you#simon riley call of duty#ghost x female reader#ghost x plus size reader#ghost x y/n#simon ghost riley x you#simon ghost riley smut#simon riley x plus size reader#simon riley x y/n#simon riley cod#simon riley x female reader#simon ghost riley x gender neutral reader#ghost x gender neutral reader#simon riley fluff#cod x female reader#cod x y/n#cod x you#cod x gn!reader#simon ghost fluff#simon ghost riley
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Maple Syrup
Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Reader
Word Count: 2.2k
Summary: All you needed was to contain the aphrodisiac, make an antidote just in case, and go home. But working with the 141 was never that simple, and now you and Ghost would find out how it worked. Up close and personal.
Content Tags: Vague kidnapping near the beginning, Sex Pollen, Smut, PiV Sex, Fingering, Fuck or Die, Mild Dubious Consent (consent is gained after pollen gets inhaled), No use of Y/N, Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics, Alpha! Ghost
A/N: Honest to god, I've been trying to write a story based on this thought alone. I can't even get it started but maybe this will get me. There also needs to be more Omegaverse written for COD, there can be some interesting stuff from it. Lmk if you want more of this, i'm exhausted <3 (p.s. I've changed the summary like, 10 times and idk how to feel about it)
Next, Headcannons, Masterlist
"Gaz, are we clear to enter?" Ghost asked into the comms. Gaz had gone into the building first, alongside Soap, to clear out the path you and Ghost would take. It was almost a straight shot, it felt too easy to get to the weapon you were there for. Maple Syrup, they had called it, even though it was an airborne weapon. You could hear a few shouts of a language, it sounded Russian but you weren't entirely sure, but you didn't have long to dwell on it as they stopped with a few gunshots.
Another few grunts came through before Gaz finally responded. "We're all clear in here, we still need to sweep a few rooms closer to Docs target, but you should be good to enter," he answered. Ghost nodded at you and led the way in, gun resting on his shoulder as he looked every which way. You knew it was a safety precaution, but you trusted Gaz.
You always trusted easily, it was in your nature. You were an Omega, and having trust in the people meant to protect you felt natural. You trusted your pack, even if you hadn't been a part of it for too long.
Maybe you shouldn't trust as easily.
Ghost shoved you into the wall next to you and started firing, bullets whistling past your ears as you ducked low. It reeked of sex, of Alphas and Omegas in heat or rut. Even through the military grade suppressant you could smell it, and it hurt. Ghost ducked around the corner, more gunshots echoing before a grunt came from him, and you heard the sound of a body dropping.
You didn't think before rounding that corner, seeing Ghost on the ground unmoving shook you. You ran your hands over him to feel for blood, but you couldn't see or feel anything. By the time you got to his shoulders, you found a needle trapped between his vest and arm, right in the meaty part of his inner-most shoulder. You plucked it off of him without thinking, tossing it to the side before pressing to feel for anything left inside.
You hadn't noticed the people advancing behind you, had ignored the calling from the comms or footsteps coming from the same direction Gaz and Soap were supposed to be in, but you felt the prick of the needle on your back. With a shout, you fell forwards, catching yourself from falling face first into the ground. You attempted to crawl forwards, get away from the men approaching from the back, but the medication they pumped into you caught up quicker than you could move.
It was with a groan that you sat up, swallowing thickly at the sickly sweet taste in your mouth. You tried wiping your face, but your hands moved slower than they felt, missing twice before wiping the area around your mouth. Pulling your hand back, a thin, dark red coating came back on them. You blinked hard, trying to remember what you had come here for.
The Maple Syrup mist. You couldn't remember much else about it, your mind moving at about the same speed as the namesake for the pollen-like substance. It was airborne. You knew that. There was something especially dangerous about it that a lot of the countries who knew about it wanted it gone. You were hired to make sure that no matter what happened, there was an anti-dote for it.
Something like that.
You blinked back into it when the door to wherever you were creaked open. You glanced up slowly, blinking at the men who entered and grabbed you, speaking loudly at you. What were they talking about? It wasn't Russian, you hadn't been in Russia or near any of their allies when you'd been grabbed.
You wouldn't understand it, your mind was moving at half the speed they were dragging you at. A few twists and turns, some scattered conversation floating around, and being dropped twice was what it took for you to be tossed into a similar room as your first. You laid face first on the ground, the cold helping to clear your head slightly.
Small cramps started in your back, twinging you every few seconds. A voice came over a loudspeaker, whatever they were saying it was something they were very pleased with. You turned, slowly, onto your back before crawling backwards to lean onto the wall behind you.
Maple Syrup. What the hell about it was so important they sent the 141 after it? Something something, military grade suppressants. The suppressants. Maple Syrup could break through military grade suppressants. You groaned, the cramps moving through your back and into your stomach. You could feel the heat, all-encompassing, starting to wash over you.
A loud, long creak echoed from the area to your left, and your head dropped to your shoulder as you turned it to look at the wall. A scent came wafting from the slowly opening crack in the wall, growing headier as the walls fully opened up. It was musky, with leather and tobacco, hints of the gunpowder you often smelled back on base. It made your mouth water.
The groan from the corner directly next to you startled you back into the present. As your eyes adjusted to the new lighting between the two rooms, a dark shape became clearer in the corner. A skull mask was lying tossed a few meters from it, and as your vision cleared up more, you could tell it was Ghost.
His head hardly moved as his eyes found yours, staring through you from beneath the balaclava.
"What's the verdict, Doc?" He grumbled, deep in his throat.
"Dosed with Maple Syrup," you whispered back, and his head fell back down between his legs.
A short, harsh sound came from him, it had to be a laugh, "then what's gonna happen to us?"
"When was your last natural rut?" You looked at him, licking your dried lips. You could see his head move sharply from your peripheral, his eyes flittering up and down. He shook his head, another dry laugh coming from him.
"It's that bad?" You nodded. "Probably since I took my last, longer leave. I think it was four or five years ago, but I don't remember," you blinked slowly. The levels of androstenone in him would be high, especially without a rut to keep him leveled, and the Maple Syrup would only force him to produce more. Too much, and he'd die of something. Whether it would be heat stroke, or dehydration you had no idea.
"If you don't pop a knot or two, you'll die. Heat stroke, maybe dehydration, but you'll die. I don't know the exact amount of androstenone inside of you, but if it gets too high you could be forced into a feral rut," you glanced over at him, his eyes scrunched shut, a low groan coming from his throat. He glanced back up to you, his eyes softened and fear started to lace his scent.
Ghost shook his head. "If I go feral, I'll kill you. I can't, Doc, I don't wanna kill you," his voice grew more strained as his sentence wore on.
"I'll be fine," you gave him a soft smile. "I'm going to go into heat, and if I don't get a knot, I'll die. I don't know if the weapon shit is able to counteract the birth control part of the suppressants, but I don't feel good. I need you to fuck me, Ghost," you whispered the last part. He shook his head. "You have my permission, so it's up to you to act," you swallowed again, eyes shutting as sweat beaded down your neck.
It was getting hot. Too hot, and you could feel your slick pooling and soaking through your pants. You could smell it, and you knew he could smell it. You could hear the panting breaths he took, the grunts he let out. A long, low growl came from him and his heavy steps inched closer to you.
Ghost grabbed you by the back of your neck, shoving you forward into the ground and scenting your throat deeply. He tore at the neck of your shirt, ripping it to let him get more of your scent. He licked a long line, sucking into the base of your neck softly as his teeth grazed along it.
He stuffed his fingers under your pants and panties, leaving you whining as two of his fingers brushed past your clit and buried into you. Even feral, the Alpha was trying to take care of you. They curled and pressed against you, leaving you writhing under him as you whined for more.
Pleasure blossomed in your abdomen, the heel of his hand grazing against your clit with each pump his fingers made, leaving you throbbing around his fingers. Ghost was able to get one more finger in you, nosing up your neck before sucking a dark hickey into your neck, teeth grazing along your neck and nipping you here and there, soothing it with a lick.
He tugged his fingers out of you, dragging your pants and panties down before shoving his down as well. He rutted his cock against your folds, soaking himself in your slick before sliding inside of you. A long, loud moan tore out of your throat as he kept sliding further and further into you, bottoming out with a growl from him.
Writhing against him with your mouth hanging open, he dragged himself out of you before rutting back in. Your nails scratched against the floor beneath you, you could feel your heartbeat in your clit and Ghost against your back.
Licking and sucking at your scent gland, Ghost dragged his face against it and growling. You could feel him throb inside of you, heat flooding you with his cum. A long whine came from your throat, hips pushing back and out against him as his fingers found your clit, rubbing in soft but quick strokes. Heat shredded through your abdomen, sliding through the rest of your body as your orgasm tore through your body.
You could feel your clit pulse with each heartbeat, his fingers not waning from stroking it, shocks flowing through you with each stroke. You thought you could feel tears pouring down your face, mouth wide open as you groaned. Ghost pulled out, letting you drop to the ground on your stomach before he flipped you over, pulling your legs to his shoulders and rocking his cock back inside of you.
Dropping your head back, your mouth still gaped open as he filled you once more. You could feel his knot catching onto you each time he thrust, leaving you whining. Ghost dropped back down, mouthing at your scent gland once more, leaving his open for your own mouth.
Pushing his balaclava away from his gland, you took licks of his for yourself. He tasted good, so good, his scent flooding into your mouth, you had to pull back just enough so that you could breathe. He grunted with each thrust, his abdomen brushing against your clit with every other thrust, your legs pushed into your chest.
Each thrust left you whining for more, faster, harder even if he couldn't hear or understand you through the feral rut. You felt tears pooling in your eyes again, dripping down your face as you gasped with each thrust, cunt throbbing around him as his knot caught more and more with every thrust until he couldn't pull out anymore. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you felt a sharp, stinging pain radiate from your neck before it heated into what almost felt like agonizing pleasure.
It burned white hot and you clawed at his arms, hips bucking against his, which were just barely thrusting against you, trying to pump you full and pump deep.
When he finally released your neck, he let out a long groan as his own orgasm seemed to finally wash over him. Ghost let his head drop to your shoulder, his hips trying to thrust harder and you couldn't stop yourself from biting down on his own gland in turn.
It was hard to see the way his mouth dropped open under the balaclava and his eyes roll back, but from what you could see it left you moaning against his neck.
It took you a few minutes to come back to when you released his neck. All you could taste those few minutes was Ghost, nothing more. You had to gasp for actual oxygen as his taste nearly embedded itself in your mouth.
From the moment you released his neck, to the moment you became more aware of what was happening, he had adjusted you to sitting in his lap with his back against the wall. You could hear him talking, but your mind was gone. There wasn't pain, but you weren't entirely comfortable. Your neck was sore, and your cunt was still throbbing around him.
He nuzzled your neck, lapping at your now marked gland.
Ghost wasn't entirely sure what would happen, neither of you would be able to hide the marks and even so, he would have to report this. He figured it wouldn't matter, for now, he could wait to figure everything out until you got medevacked and taken care of. Price would know what to do, he always did.
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#smut#simon riley x reader#simon ghost riley#ghost x reader smut#simon riley x you#ghost smut#simon riley#cod mw2#call of duty#ghost mw2#sex pollen#fuck or die#no use of y/n#aphrodisiacs#dubious consent#task force 141#simon ghost riley x reader smut#call of duty x reader#call of duty mw2#modern warfare ii#reader insert#Kidnapping ngl#alpha/beta/omega dynamics#i literally watched 6 episodes of Batman while writing this#I think its been two and a half hours#I don't know what's happening anymore#Mentions of Gaz#Mentions of Soap#Mentions of Price#Maple Syrup
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