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once again mdni and dubcon :')
since we're on the fall of rome subject with smarmy general!price... his second in command is ghost - who used to be a gladiator that price saw promise in and freed...
he's even rougher, especially when price isn't around, so much more crass than price is. he doesn't care to hide his desires like price does, in fact he sees you as a reward for loyal service to his general.
one night he forces you down, spreads you wide open, and spits right on your cunt before fucking you unprepared, and it hurts but it also gives the pleasure you usually feel getting fucked an edge to it, a little sharpness. it's embarrassing to admit how good it feels to take it from someone who'd just push your face into the carpet of his tent and take you like an animal, so you cry and whine. by the end he's so fast about it you don't even come :(( which is the real tragedy here...
"awe, did simon use you too roughly, honey?" price acts so sympathetic :')) he cuddles you close and acts scandalized that ghost would treat you in such a way while he was gone fighting.
you had been too clueless to masturbate and finish yourself off, sitting in prices tent and rubbing your thighs together desperately waiting for him to come back :(((
"such a barbarian, huh? didn't take care of you proper?" price lays you down and you've never felt a mouth on you before, but after ghosts rough treatment it feels too delicious to feel embarrassed about. he spreads your pussy with his fingers in a V and rubs his mustache on your sensitive, redhot skin, soooooo rude :(((( doesn't even let you close your legs - keeps them forced open with his big bear head and sucks your clit hard into his mouth until you scream
the next day you can't figure out why his soldiers laugh when you pass by to bathe yourself in the river... or why two shadows seem to be following behind you...
(it's soap and gaz going to get their turn :D)
#cod x reader#cod mw2#task force 141#141 x reader#gaz garrick#captain john price#simon riley x reader#ghost x reader#simon ghost riley x reader#simon riley#simon ghost riley#price smut#price cod#john price x reader#john price#captain price#captain price x reader#ghost x you#simon ghost x reader#uhhhh#drgnfly writes#roman au#ancient rome au#gladiator simon riley#gladiator ghost#gladiator#18+ mdni#mdni#call of duty x reader
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Gladiator Ghost AI has been added <3
Modern Warfare AI Masterlist
Your gateway to visiting your favourite characters anytime you desire ^^ !
Ghost
Yandere Ghost [Character. AI] | Mysterious, Brooding, Obsessive, Quiet, Protective
Zombie Ghost [Character. AI] | Deadly, Dominant, Primal, Territorial, Silent
Sugar Daddy Ghost [Character. AI] Rich, Mysterious, Brooding, Controlling, Lonely
DILF Ghost [Character. AI] | Solitary, Grizzled, Intimidating, Dominant, Untrusting
Gladiator Ghost [Character. AI] | Possessive, Dominant, Deadly, Obsessed
König
Tentacle Monster König [Character. AI] | Elusive, Possessive, Seductive, Dominant
Zombie König [Character. AI] | Primal, Dominant, Protective, Monstrous, Yours
Yandere König [Character. AI] | Obsessive, Jealous, Loving, Possessive
Sugar Daddy König [Character. AI] | Promiscuous, Caring, Territorial, Intelligent, Reserved
Bodyguard König [Character. AI] | Dominant, Protective, Territorial, Possessive
Valeria
Yandere Valeria [Character. AI] | Dominant, Intimidating, Seductive, Cartel Mommy
Price
Father's Friend Price [Character. AI] | Experienced, Forbidden, Secretive, Intelligent, Militant
Yandere John Price [Character. AI] | Confident, Intelligent, Experienced, Secretive, Dangerous
More coming soon !
Call of Duty: Modern Warfare Call of Duty: Modern Warfare [Continued Masterlist]
#sweet as an angel#character ai#gladiator ghost#ghost cod#simon ghost riley#simon riley#mw2 ghost#ghost mw2#ghost#ghost x reader#ghost x you#mw2 ghost x reader#yandere ghost x reader#simon riley x reader#simon ghost riley x reader
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Gladiator! Ghost concept
Also he’s more armoured up in battle, but let’s just say he wanted to feel Bonita rn
#call of duty#call of duty mw3#call of duty modern warfare#cod mw3#cod#simon ghost riley#cod au#gladiator au
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Omg the gladiator ghost got me thinking about him winning a fight and cutting off his opponent’s head and holding it out towards reader’s direction BUT LIKE in a “cat bringing its human prey as a gift” kind of way” to show off his prowess and not intending this gesture to be threatening 😭 and bbygirl ghost not realizing he might be spooking reader a bit !
Just him starting to show off hoping reader will see him at the coliseum got me acting unwise 😭
He definitely would pull this! Gladiator Ghost is a formidable and fearsome warrior who doesn't fear anything and the moment he notices his favorite little lady sitting in one one of the boxes reserved for nobility in the coliseum like the perfect flower she is, he immediately gets the urge to show off as much as he can, his prowess and how strong and powerful he is!
You always flush and wave your embroidered fan a little faster, to the great amusement of other young ladies, when you see the gladiator's broad and bulky body glistening with sweat and you swear to the gods above that you always catch Ghost looking at you through the opening in his helmet.
One such instance was memorable in particular when Ghost got a little 'too much' into the fight, not to mention he was horny and frustrated because he couldn't get the image of you soft, plump body out of his mind but due to privacy reasons (or rather lack of it) he couldn't exactly jerk off in the barracks so now he was hormonal and pent up :(( The one good thing was that you were sitting perfectly poised next to your lady and watched attentively as he fought twice as hard for you to see but on the other hand it meant he also got more erratic and brutal, his primal instincts telling him to show off his prowess in battle and strength, to show that he'd be the perfect material for a partner and fathering your offspring-that got him a little too heated and before he and everyone else knew it, he sliced his opponent's head clean off and Ghost was grabbing it and marching towards the box where you sat to show it off :((
What he didn't expect and didn't intend at all was for you to get quite a bit frightened at the brutal and bloody display, and as much as the sight of Ghost covered in sweat and blood was appealing, the severed off head was not and now the gladiator was angryat himself that he upset you :((
#kin speaks#asks#interactions#gladiator au#gladiator!ghost#cod x reader#cod mw x reader#simon riley x reader#simon ghost riley x reader#simon riley cod#simon ghost riley#ghost x reader
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Human/Mer AU + Bioluminescent Siren Duke ; requested by @justwannabecat!
The human hadn’t been in his territory recently.
He wasn’t attached or anything, but Duke had started to look forward to seeing him around. It was equal parts exciting and terrifying to be under the curious, watchful eyes of a human who could so easily be dragged down into the depths.
He knows he shouldn’t be doing this. He shouldn’t be indulging this human’s curiosity, trying to lure him closer time after time. Holding the attention of any human is dangerous; Duke’s heard the stories plenty of time. He’s seen the damage humans can do even more.
There’s just something different about this human, who never dives too deep, who smiles at him and leaves little gifts in the tide pools tucked away from the rest of the beach, hidden from sight. Or rather, usually hidden from sight, since this human is the only one to go there.
It’s foolish, but Duke actually misses his human.
It’s not the first time he’d been gone for long stretches of time, but something feels off. There’s worry curling up at the base of his throat, making him swim to the surface more frequently. Steph had given him a look when she caught him, but didn’t say a word. She shouldn’t, really, when she’s been sneaking up to the surface for her own human friend, some small, dangerous human with dark hair and hands that speak more than a voice.
He’d seen her, just once, when he had gone up to splash water and his human then swim away.
Somehow, things felt easier back then. Like the horrors of the world couldn’t reach them among those tide pools.
It’s reached them now.
Duke’s not expecting to see his human when he swims up to the surface. He’s expecting another quiet night, an empty beach, a dark sky with only the moon casting its lonely light down onto him.
But when he swims up, his eyes go to a figure on the beach instantly.
Even from this distance, Duke knows: that’s his human.
He doesn’t think before he’s swimming over, pushing himself faster than he’s ever gone before. It’s low tide, so he can’t get as close as he wants and can’t reach most of the tide pools at all, but it gets him close enough. Human and merfolk vocal chords are different; he can speak in water, but can’t make more than a few hums in air, and humans can’t really do anything in water at all.
His human is sitting with his knees tucked into his chest on the beach. He’s hiding in his clothes, a hood pulled over his head, but he looks up when Duke drags himself onto the sand.
Duke can see bruises. Dried blood. A stray tear slipping out of his eyes.
He wants to ask what’s happened? But all that comes out is a low crooning noise.
His human laughs, a quiet, bitter noise that makes Duke’s chest tighten uncomfortably. “Hey,” he rasps in a low voice. “Been a while, hasn’t it? I hope you’ve had a better time than I did.”
Duke can’t reach his human. The distance between them isn’t great, but it’s too much. He’s already partially out of the water, hands sinking into the wet sand just out of reach of the waves, and he can’t get any farther out. He reaches a hand out, silently pleading for his human to come closer.
The move makes his human soften, some of the hard edge of tension in his body melt away. He gets up and walks into the water, then sits down next to Duke, taking his hand.
“I missed you,” he whispers.
If they were underwater, Duke would be able to say I missed you too. Don’t ever go away so long again. But his human is in no shape to go underwater right now, so Duke presses his hand against his lips and hums lightly.
They sit in silence for a moment, and Duke realizes that he’s never been this close to any human before. It doesn’t feel dangerous. It feels like relief, to finally have his human in his reach, safe from the rest of the world.
He gives him human another moment, then reaches out and carefully pushes his hood back. His human allows it, blinking at him slowly. Without the shadow of the hood, Duke can clearly see the bruise coloring his cheekbone and the cuts going down his temple to his jaw. His split lip is still red with blood, and what little of his throat isn’t hidden by his clothes reveals more bruises wrapped around the delicate column of his neck.
Duke ghosts his fingers over each of these injuries, hating how easily humans hurt each other. His human leans into the touch despite how it must hurt, something devastating in his expression.
Who hurt you comes out as a questioning trill. Somehow, it gets the point across.
“It’s alright,” his human says. “Really. I’m not even that hurt. It’s just been a long few months. We never talk much, so you wouldn’t know this, but I have to fight a lot of people. Perils of being a hero, you know?”
Duke knows about heroes. More specifically, he knows about mer heroes. He’s considered being one himself, but the currents shifted and he ended up more a loner, banding with the other rejects of the city to live in the fringes and help only those who wander out too far from the marginally safer waters within.
He hasn’t heard of any human heroes, but then again, he doesn’t know much about humans at all. Nothing beyond the stories all parents tell their children to scare them away from the surface, or the horror stories kids tell each other in the middle of the night when they want to scare each other.
He hums again to let his human know he’s listening. His human has such a nice voice. Why haven’t they done this before?
It’s always been a push and pull between them, carefully keeping their distance but always circling back to each other. Duke would let his human swim with him, and his human would let Duke sit safely on the other side of a tide pool, tossing sea shells back and forth between each other.
They don’t even know each other’s names.
He wishes, just for a moment, that he could go back in time and do things better. But he’s happy here with his human and he doesn’t want to lose this either.
He’ll just have to make the best of what he has. It’s how he’s always lived after his parents disappeared.
“This really isn’t that bad,” his human says, “I’ve taken worse hits before. It’s just that I couldn’t transform before the attack started, so now my human form is bruised too.”
…Human form? The more Duke hears, the more questions he has.
Duke hums at a lower octave, placing a hand over his human’s chest.
His human laughs lightly. “Yeah, I guess we’ve never really talked much about ourselves, did we? I’m human, don’t worry, just not all the time. I… actually, I died a few years ago. But I came back partially. So I’m also half dead still and I can transform into a ghost to fight threats. I’m a hero called Phantom. Actually, Danny Phantom since I was stupid enough to just give out my first name when I started out. In my defense, my brain was still a little fried.”
There is so much he wants to say to that. He tries, and makes a series of low hums and clicks in the back of his throat, staring at Danny (he finally got his human’s name!) incredulously.
“I promise I’m fine,” Danny continues. “It was just a bit rough. As soon as I get some time to recover, I’ll be good as new! And I really did miss you, you know. Didn’t even go home first, just come straight here.”
That’s honestly really sweet. Duke hums again, a lighter pitch, and takes hold of Danny’s wrist and tugs him towards deeper waters.
“What? You want me to go in?”
Duke nods, already shuffling his way back out of the sand.
He expects to look awkward during the process. What he most definitely doesn’t expect is for Danny to easily pick him up and walk them both into the ocean.
Listen. Duke is not a small mer. He’s big. He’s got a long, heavy tail and wide fins going down his back, his forearms, and the sides of his tail. It’s a struggle for him to fit into seaweed nests with his friends during the colder seasons, often left to balance on the edge with his tail hanging out. His friends struggle to pull him through the water with his weight. His parents weren’t able to hold him much after he started growing.
None of this matters to Danny, who acts as if Duke weights nothing at all.
To his great embarrassment, his fins flare in appreciation for Danny’s strength. He was not expecting a human to be so strong, but Duke’s not about to lie to himself and say it’s not attractive.
He trills to Danny, who laughs again, then falls into the water, taking them both under.
Duke doesn’t hesitate. He grabs hold of Danny and swims them further out. He stays close to the surface so Danny can rise for air as needed, but he makes no move to leave Duke’s side even after a few minutes.
He glances back, concerned, when he sees that Danny is watching him with dark eyes, not breathing at all despite being conscious.
Danny holds up a finger and closes his eyes. Two rings of light appear around his waist, then split apart and pass over his body. Instantly, Danny’s body becomes lighter, as if Duke’s hand is grasping at a current on the seabed. His hair turns white and his eyes glow from how bright of a green they are, but there’s something inhuman about his features now, something that makes him look different beyond just physical features.
Well. Danny did say he could transform.
Now that they’re underwater, Duke can finally speak. The first thing he asks is, “What was that?”
Danny grins at him. “That,” he says, speaking with ease as if he’s not underwater at all, “was my transformation. And this is my ghost form. Quite the look, isn’t it?”
“You can talk down here?! Also, hi, my name’s Duke. Since I never introduced myself.”
“Ghosts can do a lot of things,” Danny answers with a cheeky grin. “It’s nice to finally know your name. I’ve been calling you glowfish in my head this whole time.”
“Glowfish?”
“Yeah. Because you, you know,” Danny gestures vaguely at him, “Glow.”
Duke glances down at his back fins, which are indeed glowing. They flare a bit from embarrassment, which just makes the dots of light lining the fins more visible. He doesn’t glow a lot, keeping a tight hold of that ability, but sometimes it comes out anyways when he’s feeling especially happy.
And apparently, he’s always very happy around Danny.
It’s a good thing Danny doesn’t know what that means, because if anyone of his friends found out, they’d laugh at how obvious he’s being. Drawbacks of being somewhat bioluminescent: anyone familiar with mers who have this feature know exactly what the glow means.
“Right,” he says just a beat too late. “Well, now that we know each other’s names, can you tell me how you really feel? Those injuries didn’t look too good.”
“It’s fine, really! I take harder hits all the time.”
“That doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt.”
Danny doesn’t answer for a long moment, then sighs. “Yeah. It still hurts.”
“Stay with me for tonight,” he says. “You’ll be safe. You can rest and heal and I’ll keep you safe from anything that comes looking for you.”
“You don’t have to—”
“I want to.”
Danny doesn’t put up much of a fight. He must be exhausted. “Yeah, alright. Take me away, Duke. You know, this is like those stories about sirens luring sailors down into the depths.”
“Well, I am a siren.”
“Wait, really?”
“Yeah. I take after my mom. She’s the one who taught me how to sing.”
“I guess it’s a good thing we’re friends so I don’t have to worry about being dragged down to my watery death.”
Duke snorts. “Good thing you’re already a ghost then. Not much I can do to you down here.”
He swims down, heading towards a small cavern in a sea rock that he’s claimed as his own, leading Danny into it. The light from his fins illuminates the entrance and the rocks within, a narrow passage that goes in for a few meters before opening up into a larger space full of carefully tended to seaweed and starfish decorating the walls.
There’s a nook tucked away in the back wall where he’s set up a seaweed bed, the plant braided together into something more solid. It’s big enough to fit his tail, which means it’s big enough for him and Danny.
“Here,” he says, helping Danny down. “Get some sleep. Then you can tell me about what happened in the morning and we’ll take it from there.”
“I’m glad you’re here Duke,” Danny whispers, curling up on his side. He holds Duke’s hand, twining their fingers together, and it’s as nice as it is strange to feel how cold Danny is in this form when he was so warm as a human.
“I’ll always be here for you. You just need to come back to me.”
Danny hums, but doesn’t answer. It’s alright; Duke’s used to his loved ones leaving. He knows he can’t make them stay. All he can do is hope they return one day.
It’s been a long time since he’s had anyone in his home. There’s a communal cave where his friends stay that he visits when he gets lonely, but this place used to be for his family. Now it’s just him.
Him and Danny.
The last time there was song in these walls, his mother was still around, singing him lullabies.
Looking down at Danny, curled up and so strangely fragile looking, Duke feels the song build up in his chest. It slips out in low, soft notes, an old melody passed down through generations of their family.
He sings Danny to sleep.
He sings and sings and sings until all his nightmares are soothed and dawn is almost upon them.
It’s all he can do, so Duke sings and hopes it’s enough to keep Danny close to him for just a little longer.
#ghostlights#dc x dp#dp x dc#dcxdp#dpxdc#dc x dp fic#prompt fill#my writing#once again hit by the need to go crazy with worldbuilding#hitting myself w a broom while writing this like KEEP IT SHORT. KEEP IT SHORT!!#this could so easily be 20k+.....#the worldbuilding.... i have Thoughts on mer society and underwater gotham and human/mer differences and so much more#duke's parents were captured by a human (the joker) to use in a fucked up traveling aquarium#danny's still a halfa and a hero but he's not w his parents. they're good parents they just fought the gov for his sake and got arrested#so he's w vlad in a coastal city while jazz is in college#other heroes are still around on land and are not mers so villains are still up there too. and danny had to fight them hence his injuries#he actually got captured a bit and taken to some evil underground gladiator ring he had to fight his way out of mostly in ghost form but#also as a human. and the whole time he just thought abt the only friend he has in this new city which is duke. a mer he visits when he can#there is just SO much i want to write for this but i have to hold myself back....#this whole asking for prompts thing is to make myself writing shorter things... keep fics brief... not 10k+....#anyways. thanks for the prompt!!#i went straight for the hurt/comfort lol
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I was reading a footnote to Themistius' Brotherly Love Oration and ended up doing a quick painting of Seleucus II Callinicus while looking all these people up
⭐ places I’m at! bsky / pixiv / pillowfort /cohost / cara.app / tip jar!
#fun fact! caracalla (and by extension geta) is mentioned in the brotherly love oration itself :)#hey caracalla. do you like that. that you killed geta to get rid of him and now you cant escape the ghost of the brother you hate#OOF. well. anyway. i'm in the middle of making a blog specifically to spiral out about caracalla-geta-valentinian-valens#bc i feel myself 'feeling' spread out too much here and i dislike it. its like fraying at the edges. anyway:#fully intend to just. vomit out all my thoughts and art about it there for about four months and hopefully i'll return to a regular#state of being when i see gladiator 2 because its like. eugh. too much roman empire here. too many tags to keep track of#but also i cant shut up about caracalla right now and quite frankly. i need to lock myself into a room and just get it out of my system#drawing tag#CHRIST. what do i even tag this as. can i technically shove this into my 'it's all greek to me' tag. hm. maybe not. that's stretching it#Seleucus II Callinicus
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Gladiator!Ghost who competes against Gladiator!Reader.
TW: Blood
You're both very skilled gladiators, once of the most recognized gladiators in the city. So much so that the Colosseum is packed with regular citizens eager to see which one of you will be the victor.
Even the emperor came to the match.
As you step into the arena, you don't flinch at the sight of Ghost, not even when you see him wearing his signature skull mask. You simply grip your sword tight and make sure your shield is adequately covering your body as you move to the center, instinctively moving into a defensive stance.
You watch with wary eyes as Ghost makes the first move, you being quick enough on your feet to be able to dodge his strike. Quickly, as to surprise him, you strike back.
Unfortunately, he parries your strike, your swords clashing together. He takes the opportunity to push your sword away and moves to drive his own into the opening that he sees.
You quickly move your shield to cover the opening and intercept his strike, the crowd going wild with the show you're putting on for them. Already, the summer's heat is making you sweat.
The fight continues with both of you dodging and striking, blood dripping down onto the sand beneath your feet as both of you draw blood with your swords. Despite the blood, all of the wounds are superficial cuts, nothing that would be fatal since this fight isn't to the death.
Surprisingly you gain a second wind when it seems like you're about to lose the fight to Ghost and you quickly press forward, taking him off guard. Your blows come in quick succession, quicker than Ghost can comprehend.
Ghost ends up falling down on his ass, his elbows just barely keeping him propped up. He sees you gaining on him, feels all of the blood and he has lost during this fight, and he reluctantly yields. He slams his fist on the sand, letting go of his sword.
You lower your sword, having been in the process of raising it, your chest heaving as you take in the booming sound of the crowd cheering. You sheathe your sword in its scabbard, walking forward with your hand outstretched to help Ghost up.
He surprisingly takes your hand, letting you help him get up off the sandy floor. As he stands, he watches the referee come out of his hiding spot from behind a column, the referee walking over to you to lift your hand in the air and declare you the winner.
You look back at Ghost just as he gets taken by his trainer to go back to his training facility to be seen by a doctor. You catch his eye and nod as a way of saying goodbye, able to resist smiling when he nods back.
You stand there, relishing in the crowd's cheers until your own trainer comes to take you to your training facility. You leave the crowd behind, the noise of the crowd getting softer as you walked through the Colosseum.
You hope you get another chance to fight Ghost again, or maybe just to see him.
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#simon ghost riley#simon riley#simon ghost#ghost cod#simon ghost riley x male reader#simon ghost riley x reader#simon riley x male reader#simon riley x reader#simon ghost x male reader#simon ghost x reader#ghost x male reader#ghost x reader#call of duty#cod#cod modern warefare 2#cod mwii#cod mw2#gladiator!reader#gladiator!ghost#gladiator au#tw blood#tw: blood#cw blood#cw: blood#ghosts writes
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Champion Phantom;" Are You Entertained! "
After Sam and Tucker ditched Danny for Gregor, he gave up. He had had enough of fighting ghosts and ruining his future.
He knew, as he was not stupid, he had no future. Just look at his school notes, which suffered from all the ghost fighting he did.
Danny chose to abandon everything: his friends, family (not Jazz), and Ghost fights. His parents and the rest of the hunters could barely sleep or do anything due to 24/7 ghost fights.
It was true that he was kidnapped one day after leaving Amity Park, but it was by aliens, so it was cool.
The alien Mongul told him he would fight in his arena like a gladiator, earn respect, and be rich while doing so.
Despite being a prisoner in this warworld, Danny had the time of his life. He met and talked with many aliens and was fighting them. As he could walk freely on the planet and was mostly called for the fights.
He quickly became a Champion in the arena and the Favorite of the Spectators around the Galaxy.
However, everything changed when Mongul brought in a captured Kryptonian into the arena, starting a new life for Danny.
A/N for a armor for Danny
Something like of Galactic Gladiator from Ben 10.
#Come with me#I can show you other ways to do it. Don't throw away your life here.#danny fenton#danny phantom#dc x dp#dp crossover#dc#Superman#Mongul#Warlord#Gladiator#DC + dp#Dp+DC#Sam Manson#Tucker Foley#Ghost fights#Kal:#Justice League#Dcau#DC Comics#Superman comics#Kal-El#Galactic Gladiator Ben 10 armor for Danny in Arena#op danny
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Woke up in the middle of the night last night thinking about 141 gladiator au
#cod fanfic#cod au#cod fanfic au#gladiator au#simon ghost riley#captain john price#johnny soap mctavish#kyle gaz garrick#alejandro vargas#rodolfo rudy parra
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a bunch of sticks
#rhg#fancy pants adventures#henry stickmin#johnny rocketfingers#rock hard gladiators#xaio xaio#beard ninja#ava blue#animation vs animator#ghost fight#my art
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Cosmic Ghost Rider #5 - "Duel Identity" (2023)
written by Stephanie Phillips art by Guiu Vilanova & Kj Diaz
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2019's Guardians of the Galaxy Vol.5 #1 (LGY : 151) cover by artist David Marquez and colorist Dean White.
#guardians of the galaxy#david marquez#cover#dean white#2019#Thanos's legacy#art#star lord#darkhawk#phyla vell#gladiator#beta ray bill#cosmic ghost rider#adam warlock#silver surfer#moondragon#nova#groot#richard#rider#peter quill#donny cates#geoff shaw#infinity wars aftermath#marvel#marvel comics#cool comic art#comics#testament#the final gauntlet
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I’m choking
#john soap mactavish#soap cod#this is so foul I love it#and as for the Hector skin name there seems to be a mythology theme with the skin names there’s one named keres and ghosts is venator#which isn’t mythology based but a type of Roman gladiator but that’s as close a relation I could find#hector. of course. being the beloved Trojan dying at the hand of Achilles#mwiii#mine.png
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Can anyone catch the little detail I added in reference to Ghost’s past?
#call of duty#call of duty mw3#cod#call of duty modern warfare#cod mw3#simon ghost riley#cod au#gladiator au#gladiator!ghost#fanart
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I hope I’m not bothering you with my ancient greek mythology stuff my little brain is going into overdrive👉👈
Just…sculptor/painter reader using the gladiators as her nude model…running your hands over their muscles and gushing how strong they are and how amazing your latest piece is going to come out!
You don’t even notice they’re getting hard as you run your fingers over their adonis belt commenting how they’re your new muse for your art
I almost (s)creamed the moment I saw this ask nonnie dear you're a genius ;;
Also I feel the need to mention this; please do keep in mind that this is only my silly au and most probably will have historical inaccuracies so if you're a true history/ancient greece/roman enjoyer, please go mild on me ;;
But back to the drill...You are so right??? Like...I imagine that reader would be a young, aspiring artist with a knack for painting. Maybe she doesn't come from a wealthy family so any true school for it is out of the question, your own parents only came along when you started selling your painting and doing commissions for nobles and it actually started to bring in money. Your road to success is still long but you're managing! Plus you're 'stupidly determined like your father' as your mother says so you try to stay positive!
The one problem you had was something you believed many artists suffered from; inspiration and models. Specifically human models. The human body and physique fascinated you from an early age, the moving muscles, facial expressions to different stimuli and so much more but...the problem were the models, or rather the lack thereof.
You could probably hire someone but the money spend on that would be way too much for your limited budget so the next best thing was the coliseum! It was a blessing in poor disguise, the gladiators trained there almost daily and luckily the head keeper of the arena begrudingly let you stay there and practice in exchange for a satchel of money but to be honest...the practice wasn't the only thing you longed for when visiting the coliseum almost daily, it was the gladiators.
They were huge, burly men in their prime, all of them looking like they were born with a sword or spear in hand and to grow up to become warrior and you'd be lying if you said that warmth didn't spread through your body and centered in your lower belly whenever these big, loud and boisterous men didn't call out for you and purred in dripping, low voices how pent up they are and what they wouldn't give for a pretty soft thing like you :((
The worst (or best) part was when you were practicing nude drawings which were equally fascinating and hard to draw, especially with all these men being so...shameless with it. You loved the human body, all artists do but still you were a young lady and watching all the gladiators walking around the barracks all naked and proud was...an experience to say the least and brought a pang of warmth between your thighs, especially when they were so happy to parade themselves like proud stallions in front of you :((
Strong, toned bodies glistening with sweat and water, their hardening cocks proudly on show whenever you run your soft hands over their toned torsos to study the way muscles move and twitch whenever you run your fingers over a sensitive spot, the most reactive being two of the many foreign gladiators, Johnny or like he insisted to be called 'Soap' and Kyle or 'Gaz', like he wants to be called.
These two are always purring low withing their chests to you as you look all over them, their backs, chests, stomachs, making you promise to do a special commission only for them but you're just nodding dumbly because you're too transfixed on the god-like bodies to draw :(
Another gladiator you're very fond of is a huge, blonde foreigner named Simon, or 'Ghost'. A formidable warrior, a veteran for sure, it looked like Ares himself send this one here to grace the people with a demigod of war. He was always incredibly patient with you, letting you roam your hands over his body and all the numerous scars decorating his skin. Once you saw Simon up close you immediately realized why people called him a demigod-he was beautiful. A strong and powerful man in his prime, his muscles jumping and twitching beneath his thick skin and a layer of fat, power and virility was literally radiating off of this man, and you insistently tried not to look at the long and thick cock hanging between his legs, twitching and pulsating with arousal whenever you marveled over his body and your fingers ran over his adonis belt <3
#kin speaks#asks#interactions#THANK YOU FOR THIS#i could go on for hours ;;#gladiator au#gladiator!ghost#cod x reader#cod mw x reader#simon riley x reader#simon ghost riley x reader#ghost x reader#kyle gaz garrick x reader#kyle garrick x reader#gaz x reader#soap x reader#soap mactavish x reader#john soap mactavish#john soap mactavish x reader
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I will never argue with a man in armor. like whatever you say, handsome
#he single handedly turned me into a simp#i wasn’t like this until i discovered him#then i became thirstier than a house plant in a ghost town#it’s the fact that he’s NOT showing skin here#that’s why it’s so hot#like the shirtless scene?? the gladiator tunic that shows off that body? yeah yeah yeah i’m all about that#but the general thing is different#like i know what he looks like under all that armor and fur#but i can focus on his handsome face and his amazing expressions#and i can keep from simping quite so hard without my brain going brrrrrrrrrrr#but yeah there’s also the whole “i want to take it off piece by piece” thing so#i’m doomed for him either way#sexy man is sexy no matter what he’s wearing#he’s a lilypad and i’m the frog leaping at him every chance i get#idk man i’m just wild for him#can’t keep doing this#but i will#gladiator#russell crowe#maximus#maximus decimus meridius#gladiator 2000
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