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leyendecker art study but it’s ghostsoap because im autistic as shit and everything i draw has to have The Funny Characters
(original is called Portrait of Two Men!)
#actually mad i cooked i don’t even wanna be in this fandom anymore#get them out of my head#my art#art study#john soap mactavish#simon ghost riley#cod mw ghost#cod modern warfare#mw2 2022#ghostsoap#ghoap
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preview of today's 🅿️atreon post~
#call of duty#cod#simon ghost riley#my art#this was more of an anatomy study than anything#so I'm quite pleased with it 😚#(but yes-there is peen 🤌)
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that bike's not the only thing getting ridden tonight
(this was inspired by this photoset which promptly filled my head with all sorts of mechanic au ideas😵💫)
#i also used this as a rendering/colouring study but its very much not the focus#hoping tumblr gods dont smite me for this#he's wearing shorts guys#everything's fine#john soap mactavish#simon ghost riley#ghostsoap#giragi art
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Smile for the camera!
#they’ve gotten to me#i love them sm#I think I figured soaps face out#I just can’t do studies or I screw everything up#damn okay#ghostsoap#soapghost#ghost x soap#soap x ghost#also can 100% be platonic#ghoap#ghoap art#ghost simon riley#simon ghost riley#john soap mactavish#sergeant soap mactavish#call of duty fanart#call of duty mwii
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all my photo studies turn into ghost one way or another (ref)
#simon ghost riley#call of duty#ghost mw2#fanart#ghost fanart#cw blood#tw blood#smoking#i cant draw blood for shit#im staring straight at the bloodied-ghost-study-disguised-as-fanart future ive built for myself#and im smiling in the face of it#vif
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smutty headcanons part 4, mdni please :))
"stay right where you are," simon says as you're mid-step in your attempt to get closer to him.
closer to where he sat comfortably, legs spread apart, his cock heavy in his hand, pumping slowly.
hazel eyes piercing, staring right into yours.
"just watch," he says, and it takes every fibre of your being to stop yourself from dropping to your knees right then and there.
he continued the motion, up and down, up and down, his pace never faltering as he watched your eyes darken with lust, breath growing heavy despite being untouched.
"please," you whisper after a few minutes, desperation reaching a fever peak. he only clicks his tongue disapprovingly.
"please what, pretty girl? i taught you to ask for what you want, didn't I?" he says, and you shrink a little in embarrassment.
but you weren't even sure what you wanted. to sink down onto his cock and ride him till the sun goes down, or to suck him dry, until your hunger for him was satiated.
"tell me what you want, princess. i'll give you whatever you need,"
bonus:
"fucking hell, couldn't have waited till i got home ya freaks," johnny says as he enters the room, eyes locked onto yours as you bounced on simon's lap.
despite the haze of your brain, you reach your hand out for him, your pace faltering as you do.
simon clicks his tongue, gripping tighter onto your hips as he begins to fuck up into you, taking over control of the pace.
you crumple down onto him, grasping onto his shoulders as you lose yourself in the pleasure.
"well, are you joining us or not?" simon asks, glancing over to johnny who stood with his mouth agape, just watching.
you have never seen him move faster in your life.
#simon riley x reader#simon ghost riley#simon riley#ghost x reader#call of duty modern warfare#simon riley x you#john soap mactavish#john soap mctavish x reader#johnny#call of duty#ghoap#ghoap x reader#i need to STUDY#but this prompt popped into my head and I coudlnt' resist not writing it#simon riley smut#ghost smut#simon ghost riley x reader#ghost mw2#ghost call of duty#soap mactavish#soap x reader#cod#mw2
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@abcdbleh you little beauty 🫶🏼 this is in the “cellular-device-universe” | p1 p2 p3 p4
you had managed an incredible feat, what with bringing your older bf!simon around to the idea of sex over the air waves.
you’d effectively achieved the impossible.
well, something you’d thought impossible given who he was as a person. some guy, simple guy, practical and not remotely interested in anything he doesn’t think worth his time.
that’s the thing- when it comes to you?
everything is worth his time.
you could tell him that you’d booked an all expenses paid couples trip to the fucking moon and he’d have your bags in the car before you’d even finished speaking.
he likes that look on your face when you’re happy.
you’d imagined that getting him to send you videos whilst he stroked his cock would be difficult, but now your hidden folder is bursting at the seams.
you had no idea how easy it’d be to have him send you photos in just his briefs, tattooed arm barely illuminated by low light as his large hand gripped himself through the fabric.
but here you were.
laid back in your bed, awfully roomy without a hulking great simon to take up three quarters of it, your phone was pressed to your ear.
“what y’mean, love?”
the deep, rolling rumble of his voice would probably do it if you tried hard enough. you could have him read the menu from the local chinese takeout and make do. he just had that effect on you.
“i mean- i want you to touch yourself and talk me through it, si”
you could hear the way his breath caught in his throat, a stuttered little exhale and a crackle over the line. he was in the middle of nowhere (far as you were concerned) but he could still find it to keep you satisfied.
simon would never have you settle for less.
the quiet you could hear on his end wasn’t nerves, you knew him well enough to immediately detect- inexperience?
there was very little simon didn’t know how to do in the bedroom but bring any virtual factors (like a cellphone) and he just needed a couple directions.
he needed an order.
“si, i want to get off to your voice, the sound of you touching yourself- i want you to cum and i want to hear about it in excruciating detail”
you could hear how scratchy his military grade blanket was, woollen and likely older than you, being pushed down his body.
no shuffle of clothing, he was already stark naked in his cot. he’d been with rest of the 141 long enough, you just assume they’ve all seen each other in their entireties. sharing rooms, sharing showers.
you can’t think about that kind of thing too long. the implications that come with it.
the sound of simon spitting in his palm drags you out of steam filled visions, kyle asking your boyfriend for help getting his back, johnny watching wide-eyed but waiting for his signal.
anyway- anyways, the sound of his large palm dragging along his cock had you back in the present for good. you could almost picture the way his foreskin would be rolling down the head.
“already s’fuckin hard for you”
“i bet”
a bet that’d make you a billionaire.
you could count on simon for a lot of things but as sure as the sun rises in the east, that man would be hard for you.
you’d say a gentle breeze would do it. he’d say only if you were blowing.
cheek of him.
faint sounds, faint sounds of his hand tugging on himself but you needed more. you needed it fucking filthy and unmistakable across the line that he was doing one thing.
“more spit, si- need to hear it”
and you could, spit mixed with the leaking pre-cum that was running from his head. soon the sound was circling your eardrums as he worked up a steady rhythm.
“been lookin’ at y’little pictures”
deep sigh as he said it, like he was thinking back to you in compromising positions. you could almost see him with his eyes drifting shut, phone between his ear and shoulder whilst both hands preoccupied by his cock and balls.
“can’t hardly wait to get home to you”
as one hand stroked along his length, running his fingers over the head, the other would be cupping his heavy sack as he rolled them both in his palm.
“y’been teasing me, sweet’art”
large feet would be planted on the threadbare mattress, his thighs tensing the more he tugged himself off. you knew he’d be imagining you in his lap, doing all the work for him so he could focus on running his mouth.
“jus’y wait till i get m’hands on you”
your heart was in your throat with every word he said, you’d no doubt he’d stay true to his word. you had visions of him throwing the front door open and telling you to run.
finding you crawling across the bed to duck down the other side but his grip tightening around your ankle before you could get away.
you had to leave that feeling in the pit of your stomach before you got lightheaded but, as usual, simon knew you better.
“what’s goin’ on in that pretty head f’yours? thinkin’ about all the nasty things i’ll do t’you?”
a squeak of a moan slipped out of you, back arching in the bed as simon chuckled down the line. he always knew exactly what he was doing to you.
calculated man, comes with the territory.
“first thing i’m gonna’ do is stuff my cock in’y, got a couple’a loads saved up just f’you”
you couldn’t imagine how, all the filthy videos he’d been sending you. thick load after thick load spilt over his chest, his thighs, the shower drain.
but, then again, you’ve yet to find a thing he wouldn’t do for you.
“gonna’ keep y’in that fuckin’ bed till y’begging f’mercy”
you could hear it on his voice, the strain that was behind it. he was close, closer than ever but you couldn’t stop him once you got him going.
whenever he was on that precipice of bliss, the things that’d come out of his mouth could turn you inside out.
“gonna’ cum f’you, sweet’art- need you to-“
the blood was rushing so hard in your ears you nearly missed his words as they tapered off into broken moans. nearly missed.
“what d’you need, si? tell me, whatever you need it’s yours”
distant filthy sounds of a wet palm sliding along his cock was ever present in the background of the call. a long sigh drifted from his lips as he spoke.
“tell me t’cum, please”
jesus fucking christ.
there’s no coming back from the sound of simon riley begging.
“cum f’me, simon- need to hear you- make a mess f’me, baby”
the sound that left his chest was filthy, a deep groan intertwined with the sounds of cheap mattress springs. breathy stuttered moans broke through, your name a constant on the tip of his tongue.
he sounded desperate, no doubt still stroking himself even as his hips lifted off the cot. he wasn’t about making it easy on himself.
everything he did was for you.
listening as he rode it out, you could hear him still muttering between the other debauched sounds.
“fuckin’ take it, s’fuckin’ good f’me”
anther broken cry of your name only confirmed it. in simon’s eyes, he wasn’t pumping his cum across in his chest, he was pumping you full of it.
he’d gone too long without the feeling of you wrapped tight around him, only knowing the rough drag of his palm. he’d give anything to be in his bed, buried to the fucking hip in you.
simon’s breathing evened out, broad chest rising and falling with a sticky sheen across it. you could even make out the sound of his head hitting the pillow.
“fucking ‘ell, sweet’art- how was that?”
nothing if not an overachiever.
“perfect, si- you did absolutely perfect”
if he was with you he’d been keening into your touch, a soft side of him that only you were allowed to see.
softening further in his afterglow, you wrapped up with praises and promises to be waiting for him soon as he got home.
your entire body felt like it could sink through the mattress as you curled into his side of the bed, letting the scent of him overwhelm every part of you.
eyes shutting on their own, you’d nearly hit sleep when your cellphone buzzed on the bedside table. a little bleary eyed, you reached for it in the darkness.
“si sent a photo”
your heart sped up, teeth digging into your lower lip as you slide the message open. your screen went from light to dark in an instant.
thick thighs spread apart, toned barrel chest, tattooed arm, and a slightly scarred chin in the shot. in this light you could see it, so faint but still there, the streaks of cum dripping down the lines of his stomach.
the grip on your phone was so tight you wouldn’t have been surprised if it had shattered in your hands. in the corner of your screen, those three dots were taunting you.
your phone buzzed, you could almost hear it in his voice.
“could really do w’you here to clean me up, sweet dreams sweet’art”
#clinically insane need to be studied unsettling to some inexplicable to others#i need him more than i need air in my lungs#older bf!simon#simon riley smut#simon ghost riley smut#simon riley x reader#simon ghost riley x reader#simon riley drabble#simon ghost riley drabble#simon riley blurb#simon ghost riley blurb
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I'm sorry but being with simon at the beginning of a relationship would be so awkward.💀
Like...
You can't take pics, you can't know about his routine, you can't know about his work and so goes on.
So or are you with him for the cock or because you have the syndrome of falling in love with strange men
>This turned into a mini character study. 😔🗣️
Good dick has taken you places you wouldn't even go to with a gun.
Simon is a kind man. Truly, he is. He's just... slightly strange. You don't know much about him other than the fact that he has served in the military— something he never even told you, you simply guessed by the dogtags he never takes off and the plethora of scars adorning his pale body, a privilege you didn't get until he realized he could trust you... for the most part.
For a man like Simon, vulnerability was nothing but a highly-desired privilege. Something he wouldn't allow himself to have ever again, hiding his face under different masks that caused the reactions he was looking for— intimidation and fear, the skulls doing nothing more than serving the purpose of representing all he was, a ghost. A man who died a long time ago, way before he was tortured by the greedy, cruel hands of Manuel Roba.
It's not that Simon doesn't love you, he simply doesn't know how to allow himself to be vulnerable. How to put down the walls he spent a lifetime building, serving as shelter from his father's abuse, nothing but a mere way of shielding the broken pieces of his soul, not allowing anyone to trample what little he had left.
... not until you came, at least. Sweet little thing, never moving away from his side even when Simon told you nothing good comes from men like him. Perhaps it's unfair, yet Simon only warned you once. Had a long chat with you about how you could do better— only for you to find yourself already tangled on his web, unable to leave even if you wanted to... and good for him, because the idea of leaving him never once crossed your mind no matter how difficult he could be.
For you, it was a test of patience and care, wanting to peel every single layer of the man Simon Riley is, yet for him, it's a new chance at life. The holy light, in a way, guiding him into a path he never found himself roaming, a path he never even thought he'd have the chance to see, not when he was such a tainted, dirty man, sins that would last him a lifetime easily forgotten the moment your arms wrap around him, holding him with such tenderness one would've thought he's made of expensive fine china rather than scar tissue and trauma.
It's not like Simon is a bad partner— quite the opposite, truly. He has a way with words, reassuring you that there'll be a time where he's able to reveal more about himself and what he does, having a scheduled delivery of flowers and food almost every day he's gone, wanting to keep you happy even when he's on the other side of the world, gaining more enemies by the day.
... And yet he is not afraid anymore. His enemies die with Ghost, by his punishing hand or that of an ally. The moment the mask comes off, he's your Simon. Yours and only yours, never even allowing himself to look at other women, he has the most gorgeous one by his side, one that loves him with all she has, making him feel like a proper lad for the first time in his life.
#stray answers#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#simon ghost riley x reader#mw2 ghost#mw2 x reader#mw2 2022#cod original character#character study#mini character study
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'Devotion'
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Sorry for my absence in the last few months, they were a bit rough on me. Have this half arsed color study as an apology offering. I promise there is more art coming your way soon :)
#ghostsoap#soapghost#ghost x soap#soap x ghost#ghost fanart#soap fanart#johnny soap mactavish#john soap mactavish#cod soap#cod ghost#simon ghost riley#simon riley#call of duty fanart#cod#cod mw22#color study#artists on tumblr
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Ghost knows his stuff (and more)
#been thinking about this for a while now#he did his homework and studies#i loove it when they go a little more in depth#simon ghost riley#simon riley#lieutenant#ghost#call of duty#modern warfare 2#modern warfare 3#cod mw3#mwii#mwiii#sadge i cant put 2 videos on here Q_Q#dig his “yeah#at least"#ait#yumecodgif#yumeghostgif
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if you’re a student… (some 18+)
… price
- keeps you company. he is well established and then some, and the stuff you study is way to advanced for any schooling he ever had, so he settles for helping you in other ways. if you study full time, you want for nothing. he makes sure your billing account is always topped up so you don’t have to work and gets all the shopping done for you. during your study sessions he’s nearby with the newspapers or a half-done report, making sure to keep both of your coffee mugs full. the night before big exams he gives you a massage and cooks a hearty meal to set you up for success.
- it’s not a secret that he finds you incredibly hot when you don your reading glasses and messy hair, no makeup on, and the fantasy of an old man like him having a darling little college student in his bed secretly drives him mad. so when you need to destress after a long session, he’s there to help.
… kyle
- studies with you. he probably has a little side project on his own - of course, he’s already set in his career, but he takes a local class every other semester just for fun. subjects like art history or food science, perfect stuff for tidbits and party tricks. you are very busy with your own studies so whenever he has free time, he sits down next to you in the kitchen or on the sofa with his own textbook and dutifully highlights important passages, while you scribble notes in the margins of your own textbook. you pull all-nighters together before big exams and read each other’s flash cards. he’s memorised your takeout orders and makes sure to keep you both fed.
- you both thoroughly unwind after, of course. at a point you’re so mentally exhausted that you just need to let loose and not think for a while. kyle obliges when you not so subtly slide your foot up his calf under the table.
… johnny
- enables you. johnny can’t sit still for more than a minute without anything to do, and being his significant other you sadly are the victim of his excessive energy. some days it’s enough to put on an action movie in the sitting room while you hide out upstairs or send him over to kyle’s for whatever they do together. other days you need to sternly send him for a run that lasts at least three hours, knowing it will knock him out after, giving you a combined four or five undisturbed hours of study time. occasionally you throw one of your theses or problems at him to get him to focus on something other than you, and if it’s within his field of interest he will fall quiet next to you and end up writing two or three pages explaining his own reasoning, citations and all.
- will always try to coax you to leave your books and come join him in the bedroom or shower. always nags that restitution is as important as the work in itself and won’t listen when you tell him it doesn’t work that way with studying. sometimes sneaks in between your legs under the table and laps at you until mess up your handwriting.
… simon
- tutors you. whatever it is you study, simon will become an expert in it by the time you’re ready to graduate. he gets copies of your textbooks and reads and annotates the same chapters as you do. he listens in on your online lectures and makes his own notes. he does all this partly out of curiosity, but mostly to be of assistance to you. before tests and exams he quizzes you and makes short writing prompts for you, forcing you to think about your material in new ways. date nights often involve flash cards (which tends to become a hilarious exercise after a few glasses of wine). it’s so important to him that you reach your goals, that he will spend hours of his own time to be able to support you as much as possible, in every way he can.
- he has more patience and endurance than you, so when you after six hours of repetition and revising lean back in your seat and lightly run your fingers down his back, he lightly swats your hand away and reminds you of the problem you haven’t answered yet. but after a little convincing, even he can’t resist your gentle request for long.
#john price#captain john price#john price x reader#john price x you#kyle garrick#kyle gaz garrick#kyle garrick x reader#kyle garrick x you#john mactavish#john soap mactavish#john mactavish x reader#john mactavish x you#simon riley#simon ghost riley#simon riley x reader#simon riley x you#cod mwii#cod modern warfare#cod mw2#task force 141#tf141#im in such a study groove rn#sigh straight from the heart
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All the talk about cowboy! Ghost got me thinking - Brokeback mountain except it's ghostsoap
It's also fitting cause Jack also dies before they can truly get together- *gets shot*
#these two are the bane of my existence#but drawing them is the only way i can trick my brain into wanting to draw#so yeah here's some photo study or whatever you call it#ghostsoap#simon ghost riley#soapghost#call of duty#ghost#ghost cod#john soap mactavish#ghost call of duty#ghoap#soap cod#cowboy ghost#cowboy soap#brokeback mountain#cowboy au#my art
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fancy dress
y’all think he wears the mask to parties
#art study#study#my art#cod#mw2#fanart#call of duty#cod mw2#simon ghost riley#modern warfare 2#digital drawing#procreate#leyendecker study#jc leyendecker#joseph christian leyendecker#leyendecker style#was also gonna draw soap with him but i’m lazy#maybe i’ll draw him next#ghoap#soapghost#cod mw3#mw3#call of duty mw3#modern warfare#modern warefare ii#simon riley#ghost mw2#ghost#ghost cod#ghost fanart
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the prettiest pets you'll ever see (happy valentine's day!)
nsfw version on patreon
#would literally any of you believe me if i said i did this as an anatomy study#hoping to god tumblr's guidelines dont slam me for this#theyre wearing clothes tumblr!! what else do you want from me!!#i honestly didnt believe that this brainrot would last until february but what do you know#im still in the trenches with these three#please enjoy#and treat them well <3#soapbox#simon ghost riley#john soap mactavish#ghostsoap#konig#cod mw2#giragi art
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Morning shower
#was supposed to be a anatomy study and then i went ooo what does this do#kinda went overboard with the brushes#also trying to combine my three coloring types but ig I js don’t know how skin works whoops#simon ghost riley#ghost simon riley#cod ghost#cod#call of duty#ghost call of duty#call of duty mwii#call of duty fanart#call of duty modern warfare#art#digital art#ghost fanart#cod mwii#cod fanart
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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
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