#save me riley save me

[5gb-of-data]

Hi bendy fandom long time no see ,, here I offer my Riley Wells design

#bendy #batim #bendy secrets of the machine #bsotm spoilers #bsotm #Riley Wells #my art #she is so strange /aff #save me riley save me #hggdhdgrhshhs

[bluegiragi]

don't keep him waiting!!! (full vers on patreon)

#trans soap mactavish save me #save me trans soap mactavish #i shouldve outlined them better but also peep top surgery scars #i feel like i should draw ghost in the azrael skin more #missing out on opportunities to freak a fully clothed man #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #ghostsoap #giragi art

[chamomiletealeaf]

@naivegh0ul writing about Mommy kink Simon has been rotting my brain like a parasite.

Like fuckin hell, you’d be riding him, his hands on your hips pulling you down as he thrusts up into you and his poor little head would be too fucked out and dizzy to comprehend the words he says.

His mouth open and eyes half lidded, he says “fuck mommy mmph, feel so good.”

And you slow down a little bit, smirk on your face.

“What’d you say Si?” You say tilting your head to the side, using his nickname only you call him, knowing it already makes him flustered in the first place.

He looks up at you with his big honey colored puppy eyes that are wide with confusion, trying to remember what he said.

When he remembers, he places his forehead on your shoulder with a groan trying to fuck up into you again hoping it’ll make you forget.

You place one hand on his chest and the other under his chin to tilt his head up to look at you.

You know what he said, you heard it loud and clear, you just wanted him to say it again.

“What’d you say honey?” You asked in the sweetest, softest pitched voice that had him whine in response.

“I-“ he blushes, his cheeks the prettiest shade of pink.

You trace your thumb over his lips.

“I- said mama.” He admits like he was confessing a sin.

“No.” you giggle, “close, but that’s not what you said Si.”

“Mommy.” He whispers breathlessly, and you smile at his honesty.

“I didn’t know you liked that Simmy.” You tilt your head again, smile still plastered on your face, your thumb now tracing over the blush on his cheekbone.

“Go on, say it again.” You start to bounce on him again, nuzzling your head on his shoulder into his neck, whispering praises in his ear.

He tightens his grip on your hips and his eyes roll back.

“Yeah mommy, fuck, just like that, please, fuck me like that.”

#i need to be spayed #save me simon with a mommy kink #simon with a mommy kink save me #call of duty #cod mw2 #simon ghost riley #cod mw #cod mw3 #simon riley #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost #ghost cod #ghost x reader #ghost cod x reader #real #cod x reader #call of duty fanfic #simon riley call of duty #ghost call of duty

[yooo-lets-go]

Good to see you again Simon

#British man save me #save me British man #ghost babygirl #simon ghost riley #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #cod ghost

[crimsonbubble]

ghost stretching, seeing his happy trail and his gun peeking out from the hem of his pants

#its down bad hours rn pls save me #bubbly writes <3 #cod x reader #cod mw22 #cod mwii #cod smut #cod x reader smut #simon ghost riley #cod modern warfare #cod mw2 #ghost cod #cod x you #cod x y/n #cod x gn!reader #simon riley #simon riley smut #ghost smut #ghost x reader #ghost x you #simon riley x reader

[helcef]

Get in loser we’re going uhhh killing

#call of duty #simon ghost riley #simon riley #cod mwii #cod mw2 #cod fanart #ghost cod #call of duty fanart #digital art #artists on tumblr #art #doodle #Gradient maps save me save me gradient maps #cerberulix art tag #i need a new art tag #something quick before i get back to finishing my portfolio *crumbles to dust*

[wispscribbles]

❄️ Remember to bring blankets for your recon mission ❄️

#ghostsoap #soapghost #ghoap #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #cod fanart #my art #soap x ghost #ghostsoap fanart #fic fanart #gun tw #call of duty #this drawing has an explanation that I’ll put in a reblog 🫡 #me writing ‘dogs of the military’: hahah what if ghost brought knitted blankets?? heheh that’s funny and cute I’m adding that #me now having to learn how to draw a fucking knitted blanket: I will travel back in time and beat yo ass. how dare I do this to me #also drew rifles despite having no experience drawing guns because I hate having fun :) #this drawing was cursed fr #the program crashed FIVE TIMES #and then my computer started acting super funky and my backup stopped working #I had to save my stuff on a flash drive and it took a whole dang day #on the plus side I might post a bunch of old sketches soon since I’m rediscovering them all and there’s a lot

[yawnderu]

CW: mentions of kidnapping and stolen body autonomy.

Find a way in, kill the enemy, retrieve the hostages, leave. A routine of sorts that gave his life some sense of purpose to avoid going insane for the past two decades. Simon liked to believe he got over what happened in his past... truly, he did; and yet Manuel Roba’s horrors seem to haunt him no matter where how many years pass.

“C’mere.” Simon’s voice held no hostility, he made sure of it, yet your stiff position never changed. Legs angled to the right, hands folded on your lap, and eyes looking forward, refusing to meet anyone’s gaze even if it’s been hours since your rescue. Garrick, Price and Johnny have already tried to get you to talk multiple times, all of them with different approaches. 

Garrick was friendly, trying his best to seem approachable, a bright smile on his lips that you didn’t seem to notice, too busy staring at a wall no matter how much he tried to hold a conversation.

Price seemed fatherly, never once laying a hand on you even if it was itching to comfort you, and so he settled with telling you you’re safe now, how no one will ever get you again now that they're here. His words didn’t seem to do much, either. 

Johnny was… something else. His first attempt was a shitty pick up line, getting a reaction out of you for the first time— a nose scrunched up in disgust, but a reaction nonetheless.  

And Simon… Simon’s approach was different. The man was used to barking out orders and obeying them himself, not to deal with an unresponsive hostage. His behemoth frame was nestled next to you, putting a tray on the table and observing your reactions. From the way you swallowed thickly the moment the meal was presented to you, to the sound of your stomach growling. 

“Go on, then.” Your gaze follows his movements for the first time, the feeling of your stomach rumbling makes you more aware of your hunger, so many years being fed nothing but what was necessary to keep you alive by Manuel and his associates, so many years of being trained like a dog to obey to their very order. 

Simon can see the hesitation in your body language, too tense to allow yourself to dig in the way you wanted, yet no longer as stiff as before. There was a sense of relief at the fact that they didn’t seem to want to hurt you —unlike Roba—, yet years of non-stop brutal training can’t be erased within hours.

Roba’s training was engraved into your brain, and while the sense of security the SAS blokes gave you is something you’re thankful for, nothing guarantees they’re not working for him. You’ve seen other military men come and go throughout the years, always Roba’s friends, and always sharing the same disgusting, sadistic desires.

“Eat up.” The rest of the men watch the way you move, curiosity and amusement mixing at how strange your movements seem, almost robotic. Your forearms rest on the table, elbows away from the cheap wood as you attempt to hold your own cutlery— attempt, because it looks fully foreign to you, trying out different angles to make it work, and yet it's the first time in years you've been allowed to try and feed yourself.

Simon is the first one to catch on, having lived under Roba’s rules for long enough to know he enjoys taking people’s autonomy, to reduce them to nothing but a pathetic mess that depends on him. His gloved fingers are gentle as he takes the spoon from your hand, scooping up some food before holding it up to your lips. His full attention is on you, relief starting to make its way into his body as sees your rather soft lips wrap around the spoon, eating whatever he was feeding you. Lucky for you, this time it wasn’t an MRE… or beans on toast.

His gloved thumb wipes the corners of your lips every time you’re done chewing, and he’s quick to pick up more food from the plate, nothing but patience and kindness shown in his actions, so unlike the brooding soldier he's known to be.

“... two goldfish are in a tank…?” Johnny’s loud groan gets your attention for a second, yet you quickly glance back at Simon, curious eyes looking up at him, almost as if asking him to go on. 

“One turns to the other and says… ‘you know how to drive this thing?’” You can see the corners of his eyes crinkle before he even finishes his joke, clearly trying his best not to laugh at just how awful it was. A small smile hides in the corners of your lips, and Simon takes that as a victory, ignoring the questioning looks he’s getting from his team, for now.

#I've had this idea in my mind for MONTHS #Feeding you because he knows what it's like to be starved by Roba #being patient because Roba's torture is all you've known for years #silent promises of never letting anyone else take your body autonomy again #watching with nothing but pure pride the moment you're able to eat with no assistance #listening to your voice for the first time after you start getting better?? #I'm going feral for this man #I'll rewrite this later but I needed to get it out of my head RAHHH #Simon being gentle to hostages save me... #cod mw2 #cod mwii #call of duty #simon ghost riley #ghost mw2 #ghost cod #simon riley #simon ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #ghost simon riley #simon x reader #ghost x fem!reader #ghost x reader #ghost x you #ghost x y/n #ghost x female reader #simon riley x f!reader #simon riley x you #simon riley x y/n #simon ghost riley imagine #simon ghost x you

[bearwithoneear]

Hc Simon loves to make johnny laugh

Cuz

Johnny. Smile. Pwetty🥺

#that's what the dad jokes r for #though they faild miserably #save me smiling soap #smiling soap save me #ghostsoap #ghaop #call of duty mwii #call of duty #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #my art

[s0fter-sin]

something happening on a mission, something personal that has soap spiralling; panic and rage making him reckless, thoughtless, and ghost has to draw the line

“you’re compromised johnny; you know what that means?”

“you’re not pulling me out,” soap immediately snarls. he turns on him and ghost barely recognises him; venomous fear turning his eyes to unyielding ice. "you're not sidelining me; i need to be in this-!"

but ghost has never been afraid of venom; spat or dripped straight from bared fangs.

he snakes out a hand grip the back of his neck, jerking him in a rough shake. "if you can't think, you can't be a soldier," he growls and he flinches like he's been struck.

his lips quiver as they twist in a sneer and he wrenches, trying to free himself of his hold.

ghost doesn't let him.

"it means you give your body to me because your head ain't fucking attached to it anymore."

soap stills, body trembling beneath his hand as he sucks in shaking breaths.

he tightens his grip, pulling him closer and digs his forehead hard into his. “it means you give yourself to me so i can have the weapon that you are and use you the way you're meant to be used."

the ice in soap's eyes fractures.

ghost’s voice drops to a whisper, spoken only to johnny, not this facade of vengeance and pain, and wills it to reach him through the glaciers.

“so i can keep you safe ‘til it’s done and i can bring you back.”

#in my head its bc graves abducts his sister and is using her as hostage to draw him out knowing ghost will always follow him #but the intensity and intimacy of saying ‘you cant trust your mind not to betray you so let me be in charge of your body until you can’ #after what happened to tommy he could never deny johnny his right to save his sister #but its bc of what happened to tommy that he knows he cant let him do it alone with only his rage to guide him #hes more likely to get himself killed and ghost wont live through that #so he has to balance it #and the only way he knows how is to completely shut down soap’s mind until hes no more than instinct and muscle memory #if he cant think practically then dont let him think at all #reduce him to a place where he can only follow orders #and when its finally over and his sister is safe and graves is dead #only then will he drag johnny back up to the surface #he’ll do it even if it means dragging him kicking and screaming back to humanity #instead of letting him sink in the depths where nothing hurts. theres no fear down there. no pain. only order #and thats the risk ghost took sending johnny to that place but he only did it bc he would stop at nothing to bring him back #and help him through the after #the breakdown. the rush of panic and rage and relief and anguish johnnys been supressing on his order #it was his word that turned johnny into a ghost #and its his touch that brings him back to the man #coming out of my cage and ive been doing just fine.txt #we’re a team. ghost team #cod #soapghost #ghostsoap #ghost x soap #ghoap #simon ghost riley #ghost cod #john soap mactavish #soap cod

[ghouljams]

fruit as a metaphor for love my beloved

It's delicate and must be handled carefully; yet it grows resilient and hardy, always tended to by those that know its worth. It's reached for with tender hands and parted lips, and soft appreciative sighs. It bursts on your tongue, sweet even when it's sour. It makes you want to dig your teeth into its tender flesh, to lick the juice that drips down your fingers, savored even when you don't have the time for it.

It's the off season and you crack open a can of peaches, pluck the fruit out of its sugary syrup with careful fingers. Ghost watches every swipe of your tongue as you lick the sugar off your lips. The offered can feels like a communion wafer (This is my body, sweet and dripping, open to you like my home, or perhaps my body will be your home, the bed on which you lay your head and cry for mercy) the syrup like wine. He takes it carefully, reverently, glances at you before using the same method of extraction. If you knew about the blood that stained his fingers would you still offer to eat from the same container, still smile when he pulls a slice of peach free?

Do you notice the taste when you pull another piece for yourself? Does it stink of iron? Of violence and warfare? Ghost knows every way to kill a man, every soft point, every calculation of every angle and tilt. Violence has never hurt like your laughter does. He's never felt his heart clench like this, has never felt his stomach knot so tight, has never feared what pain might mean like he does when you offer him half a peach from your own fingers. Honey drips from it like gold, communion from the hands of the divine, he couldn't say no even if he tried. (as if he could ever say no to you, deny you anything you asked for, didn't ask for, didn't know you needed)

The fruit breaks under his teeth, the juice of it drips down his chin, he only permits himself one taste of it. One small piece of salvation. You eat the other half without a care for the way his eyes lock on your fingers, his breath trapped in his throat. Can you feel the ghost of his lips on your fingers? Is that why you lick them clean? This is my body, he thinks reaching to brush some of the syrup off your lips, broken for you, his thumb swipes over the soft skin and you kiss it affectionately, do this in remembrance of me;

he kisses you.

#cod x reader #x reader #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #ghost mw2 #simon riley cod #simon riley x reader #ghost cod #ghost call of duty #ghost x you #the ghost distribution system #tw religious themes #tw religious imagery #the undertones and overtones are mixing #anyway you ever see someone and go “you could save me but you wouldn't you'd accept me as I am” #"and I'll know that your love is all the sweeter for it'

[natelia-aldelliz]

Ghost : when you said you wanted to come train with me, i thought you'd actually train with me, Johnny...

Soap : huh?

#ghostsoap #soapghost #mw2 #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #tiktok got to me and made me watch a 5h playthrough of this game just for them and i regret nothing yet #i definitely will very soon though cause i have one of my finals in 7h and i did not study like at all ahah save me

[nachtart]

#traditional —> digital yet again bc i tried to click undo in my sketchbook last night and well #that let me know i needed a drawing break from my ipad LOL #ghoap #ghost x soap #ghostsoap #soapghost #johnny soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #ghost #soap #call of duty #cod #nachtart #also light context soap almost got himself killed -> ghost couldnt do anything but watch and hope soap could save himself -> soap does -> #ghost kisses him thru his mask lol #:3

[doggoboigaugau]

After 💪training💪

silly big guy is jealous

You thought he would kiss him?? No he bite

#cod x male reader #ghost x male reader #stray dog #simon ghost riley #call of duty #male reader #i love having huperfixation #save me from overthinking and depressing shit #simon riley #Chase

[sky-is-the-limit]

It's always been about love and hate, now let me say I'm the biggest hater

I hate the way that you walk, the way that you talk

I hate the way that you dress

I hate the way you sneak diss, if I catch flight, it's gon' be direct.

@groguspicklejar reminding me which cunt I hate the most

#no because why is he still showing up in 141 content after i blocked his tag #KYLE SAVE ME #cod #call of duty #kyle gaz garrick #könig #simon ghost riley #task force 141 #captain price #john soap mactavish

[robiinurheart33]

Soap knows Ghost is beautiful. He doesn’t need to see his real face to know. It’s in the way he carries himself, his thick British accent, the arrogant quirk of his eyebrow that shifted under his mask. He never had any urge to take a peek at his face under that mask, always respected his boundaries, always stayed fairly within line.

But during the mission in Las Almas, where Ghost had so unwaveringly pulled off his mask, Johnny felt like his whole world had been shaken. Maybe it was because Ghost was his whole world Soap had been obsessed ever since. The crooked curve of his nose, his clipped and messy dirty blonde hair, the slight curve of his Cupid’s bow on his upper lip, the jagged scar that had been carved into pale, almost sickly skin. It was all so utterly Simon. Soap felt unhealthily obsessed. Genuinely, he thought that he could not be any more head over heels, and he goes and does this.

It was stupid how eager Soap was to draw his face. It was like he was a puppet on a string, pulled by his untethered compulsiveness. He had to be cautious. He yearned rip off the mask Ghost has just put on again to kiss him stupid in front of everyone. 141, maybe. But not the Los Vaqueros. He does have that sliver of sanity to hold himself back. But god, if that doesn’t just open up a door of opportunities for him behind closed doors. The extra areas of skin that were now not so unreachable was like dangling a candy in front of a child and expecting them to not take it.

Simon is beautiful. Simon is so pretty. Simon is stunning. Pure Bonnie.

Soap wills himself to shut the fuck up and focus on the mission. He wants to see Simon again. Preferably, in a setting with more light. Soap feels like he’s rediscovering ghost all over again, he wants to see his smile, his annoyed expression, his huffs and grunts, everything on his face. Good lord, does he have dimples? Soap thinks he might just die.

The act of seeing ghost’s skin lights something in soap. He doesn’t know what it is, but he feels the impatience and desperation to find out what it is. He grapples and tries to identify it, but like his callsign, it slips away and he’s left with a frustratingly empty feeling he knows only ghost can fill. I’ll find out. I swear, I’ll find it out.

Soap has never been a patient man.

(CLICKS FOR PALESTINE)

#ok so this is the last of the writing I’ve saved up #it may take more time to churn up more pieces #the stress and anxiety is #getting to me #I’m struggling guys I rlly am HAHHA #just when things were about to get better #stay safe guys love the attention I’ve been receiving about the other pieces #y’all are amazing 💞💞 #robs ramblings #call of duty #john soap mactavish #ghoap #simon ghost riley #ghostsoap