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@ciewvis
I am having the worst day but scrolling through your art has made it so much better !
Could you maybe do a ghost doodle?
of course!! i hope you’re feeling better these days anon 🫂🫂
thought it’d be nice to share my simon interpretations with this!
i may be projecting but he is a HUGE magnum eater
I may of sent this before but my wifi was messed up so I don't know if it went through, but!!! Can you draw 141 doing communal shower antics and maybe if you'll be soooo kind to bless me with some gaz stuff just doing anything on duty love him in your style, keep creating😘
doing anything but showering
“there’s no picture.” “never.”
Some gaz doodles!!
a very huge hello to my gaz fans 🧢
pt. 2 to orca!ghost and seal!reader
Ghost had to be sedated to be put back into the tank with the rest of his pod mates. As soon as the staff slipped into the water the first time around to try and take him back to his pod and take you back to your glorified pool where you slept all day, Ghost was guarding you as if the staff were there to serve you up for dinner.
"Don't you want to go back with your podmates?" One diver asked, trying to coax Ghost out of the corner he had backed himself into alongside of you. It obviously didn't work; Ghost would only go back to his original tank if you came along as well.
...But protocol for integration of a new mer into a pod's tank was longer, tenfold, than an isolation tank. Hence why, after multiple bouts of aggressive behavior towards the staff, they slipped a sedative into Ghost's nightly meal of stacks of salmon--enough to knock out an elephant.
When he came too, Soap was swatting him with his tail and Gaz was trying to move him off "his" rock. Price was up by the surface of the tank, talking with Laswell about something quiet that Ghost couldn't pick up. He didn't care, though, because the first thing he noticed was your absense.
It was as if Ghost had lost his mate. He isolated himself to the very corner of the tank, long strings of vocalization seeping out of the water all hours of the night and stopped eating. The researched kept reassuring him that you were very well alive...but every time they showed him a photo of you for proof, he just got worse.
He missed his seal, and by calling out every night in his tank, he hoped you knew that.
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I read your carrd, if gaz is your favorite character why don't you draw him more? This is a genuine question, and I don't mean to be disrespectful because I love your COD art and how good your anatomy is and how good the boys look in your style but i wanted to know because i love gaz too and i would love to see more of him in your art
no worries!!! i actually do draw him A LOT lol, i just don’t post the other members often because i’m on a ghoap spree atm 💯💯 i’ve posted a few drawings of him and price i think a while back but i privated the post. but i’m very willing to post all of my gaz work when i get to them after my requests ^^
i also have a ton of drafts for each of the members, but i’ve finished 0 (lined one maybe) 😢 i’m just very slow and often start new projects without finishing the others.
Can you draw the Task Force doing training drills? Also, I love how you draw, and your rendering is French kiss
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𑄹 he loves getting his hands on you after being on missions
𑄹 to get to play with him like this would be a dream
𑄹 letting him fuck your pretty princess holes
𑄹 sometimes you forget how strong he is n then he does this
𑄹 he can be so handsy whenever you're bouncing on it
𑄹 wanting to take care of him after a long day at work
𑄹 simons's size kink goes brr. he loves how big he is to you
𑄹 you were mouthy so he has to remind you who the lt is
𑄹 being feral for this man and needing him to breed you
𑄹 playing with him is always a treat bc of how big he is
𑄹 i just know he grunts when he's taking you from behind
𑄹 he loves measuring first to see how deep inside he'll be
𑄹 pulling over cause he just needs to be inside you
𑄹 he eats you out like a starved man depraved of food
𑄹 he'd loved getting you messy and covered in his loads
𝓵𝐨𝐨𝐤𝓲𝐧𝐠 𝓯𝐨𝐫 𝓶𝐨𝐫𝐞 .ᐣ library taglist form guidelines
reader who inhales some experimental aphrodisiac while on the latest mission.
the transport home is awkward to say the least. you’re whimper, humping your seat lamely while you’ve practically soaked through your panties, cargos, and down onto the seat itself.
“eyes forward, men.” says price from the drivers seat. his calm demeanor gives nothing away if it weren’t for his sweating palms that have a death grip on the drivers wheel.
you whine- a fucking delicious and needy whine. “please…please captain…please can someone help me? please? pleasepleasepleaseplease?”
“oh lord,” mutters soap from beside you. his eyes are oddly focused on the pattern of the roof. “lord please give me the strength right now.” his fingers twitch with ache and his leg is anxiously bouncing up and down. he continues to mumble prayers- which is odd since soap isn’t known to be a religious man.
“please- please it’s so hot. need to take these off. please,” you beg, hands fumbling with the button and zipper of your cargos.
“stop it, kid. Kyle, soap, hold ‘er down.”
gaz and soap look at each other, face full of emotion- uncomfortableness, concern, arousal?
“S-sir…don’t think it’s a good idea for me to touch the lass right now.” Soap admits, taking a slow and deep breath as his eyes unwillingly stare you up and down.
Gaz steps up. Not because he’s eager to touch you, not because he needs an excuse to get his hands on you- but because he genuinely believes that if anyone can have the restraint, it would be him. “I’ve got it, sir.”
he bunches your hands together by the wrist, bringing it away from your pants that are left unzipped but still fully on.
you let out a broken sob that just breaks his heart but stiffens his dick. “Nonononono, just a little touch please? please? Hurts s’bad. Need to…just once, please?”
gaz gulps, and for a second his grip loosens on your wrist. “Garrick!”
gaz jerks, meeting the stare of his lieutenant who’s sweating at the base of his mask. “we’re almost there. keep it together.”
you squirm, crossing and uncrossing your legs in any attempt for a piece of friction that is just never enough.
the rest of the ride is painfully silent, each man thinking the same thing but none of them willing it out loud. It feels like ages when the transport is finally parked at the base and three heads turn to their captain for his decision.
“Her quarters, now.”
soap #1 cat lover probably
Bonus sergeant Meowrrick and captain Mrrice!!!
i also decided to set up a twitter ^^ @/soilentss, i’ll post some sketches there soon, feel free to check it out !
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knight!simon riley x princess!reader
the land was a cruel mistress, and your kingdom's enemies moreso. rulers from all over the world sought out the power that was held within the territories conquered by your father's army.
however, his actions endangered not only his life but his family's, including you, his precious daughter. unable to produce any viable siblings, you became the sole heir to the throne.
after the first attempt on your life, your security doubled. a suffocating amount of knights surrounded you at all times, each one more clumsy than the next. your father had good intentions, but he assigned the sloppiest of his men to your protection detail.
when the second attempt to take your life was closer than the first, your father saw the importance of competent men overseeing your safety.
thus, assigning his greatest knight to your side.
simon was his name. you didn't bother to learn his last because you were certain he wouldn't be around for long. your father said he sent his best, and quite frankly, you had your doubts. he had assured you the previous men were among the strongest, and see how that turned out.
but the look in simon's eyes unnerved you. through the ocularium, dark, heavy-lidded eyes stared back at you with light colored lashes and dark circles under his eyes—faint but noticeable through the small gap. a crease between his brow wasn't lost on you, and you deducted that he'd rather be anything but your head of protection.
regardless, he didn't make a noise of complaint. he didn't actually say anything at all. he spoke in grunts and long exhales, which you learned to translate after few too many bad decisions that nearly harmed you.
nearly.
because, my god, simon was good at his job. he was competent and more. for once in your life, you felt safe and out of harm's way with him by your side and standing guard.
it was only natural you began to harbor feelings for the strong knight—how could you not? strong and capable with a gruff voice and a temper, he was everything in your eyes.
you didn't even know what the man looked like, only catching a short glimpse that one time you went to his quarters for an inquiry and caught the side profile of his face, along with the muscular, scarred skin of his bare back. you fantasized about him for weeks after, sighing dreamily whenever you wrote.
it was raunchy, and everything a princess should not be doing, especially about someone with royal blood. someone who didn't share your wealth. someone who didn't have power or influence.
someone like simon.
none of that mattered to you, for whatever you felt in your heart was the truth. you loved him.
and you were doomed. because whether or not his heart shared the same sentiment, your father found a man for you in the next kingdom over. he was wicked, grotesque, and a man who'd have you bear his children and sit and look pretty. that's all women were to these men in power.
the night of your wedding came. your ladies dolled you up in the most extravagant gown and prettied your hair and makeup. not one of them caught the longing look in your eyes when you glanced back at the knight in armor, stood in the corner to watch.
a dread swirled in your chest, and your knuckles whitened, enough so that the thorns from the bouquet you clutch pricks your skin.
"yer bleedin'." one of the girls gasps, hurrying for a handkerchief. she stumbles back when simon steps forward, handkerchief in his steel hand. he orders them away with a swift yank of his head, and their heels clicked down the hall as they scurried away.
he held the handkerchief outwards you, but when you grasp it, he doesn't let go. "you do not wish to marry." your heart flutters. his voice.
he never dared speak around you, as mentioned, he made unpleasant sounds which you often had to decipher to depict his mood. you straightened, tugging the cloth from his grasp.
"So you speak." you spoke smoothly, not wishing to betray your shock.
"we do not need words to." he clears his throat, eyes sharp behind his helmet. "I can tell just from yer eyes that yer dreadin' this."
you turn away swiftly, wiping the red from your skin. when you meet your own eyes in the mirror, only then you can see what he sees. the pinch in your brow, the darkness under your eye, the glaze of unshed tears. you sigh dreadfully. "it doesn't matter what I feel."
"it does."
"not to my father." your grit out.
"no but to you." he steps forward, armor and chainmail clinking with the movement. "and me."
your heart skips a beat. you had an inkling of suspicion simon might've reciprocated the feelings you felt, but with no way to tell, you said nothing. you were so close to walking down that aisle on simon's arm, guiding you to the new man in your life.
you shake your head. "there's nothing that can be done. I must marry. I must bear children. I must..." you trail off, unable to complete the words.
"run away."
ice cold shock awakens your body, and the look you shoot the man behind the armor is undescribable. "what?" you bite out.
"run away. far from here." he repeats, louder, as if I hadn't heard him the first time.
you swivel on your feet so suddenly, you don't realise how close simon had gotten. bumping his armored chest, he reaches to steady you. the metal is cold. "do you think I have not already thought of that? my father would have sent you after me."
"and I would have halted once I realized how suffocated you are." he put it so plainly, you almost thought he was pulling a trick on you but that look. that look in his eyes through those small slits told you everything.
he holds out his hand. an invitation, an escape.
you stare at it, but you don't take it. not yet.
"why? why would you help me?" half a demand, you must know the answer to the question gnawing at your insides.
you couldn't see it, but you could hear the faint swallow behind his armor, followed by a gutted whisper. "because I cannot dare to see you marry another man."
his hand moves an inch closer, emphasizing his wait for your approval. you glance back over your shoulder at yourself, with the big dress, pretty hair, fancy makeup, and expensive jewelry that belonged to rulers far more important than you.
was that the life you wanted?
how else to respond
pairing: simon "ghost" riley x reader
summary: your boyfriend loves feeling the bulge he makes in your stomach
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"this feel good, baby?" your boyfriend asks you, kissing your cheek. he was pounding menacingly in your pussy, absolutely abusing your precious cunt.
he had you in a mating press, your legs sat on his shoulders. his body completely rested on top of yours, the sound of his balls slapping your ass echoing throughout the room as he thrusted in and out of you. your moans sounded horrifying, almost like the man was harming you.
your pussy always had to stretch so much to fit simon’s cock, a large bulge printing your stomach.
simon was intoxicated. the sight of your stomach moving, knowing it was from his cock, made him all the more feral, pounding into your cunt even more, your little body shaking under his.
he moved a large hand to rest on the bulge, your eyes rolling at the feeling of him occasionally applying pressure. your toes were curling from the pleasure, your boyfriend bruising your poor cervix at this point. he wouldn’t even let you have a little break!
the water works started, your body not knowing how else to respond to the stimulation.
“tha’s a good girl,” you boyfriend says, watching you come down from your orgasm.
you were certainly mistaken if you thought simon was done with you for tonight. he hasn’t even cum yet!
