imagine watching a football game with Captain Price, a couple beers each and cheers of joy as Liverpool scores, the bearded man jumping up and down with his hand in the air when they win with a penalty, a smile on his face as he showers your face in kisses.
but
imagine Liverpool loses, 0-1 at home of all places and Price is pissed, sat there in silence, his eyes hiding behind the rim of his boonie hat, tapping his fingers on the top of his Stella can before he gets up, wraps the same strong fingers around your arm and drags you to his room, throwing you inside and slamming the door.
“Shut up. Don’t say a word. Understand?” He wasn’t looking for an answer, it was an order and after a nod from you, he ripped your clothes off, his hand in its rightful place around your throat as he fucked out his frustrations, leaving you crying and begging for him to let you cum. “Didn’t I tell you to shut the fuck up?” all that left your mouth after that was whimpers and moans of his name, your hands gripping at any part of his body you could reach as his thrusts left you bruised and sore for days.
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a/n; sorry but i can see price as a stella man AND the type of guy to get pissed as fuck when his favourite football team loses, and it hits hard when the match takes place at Anfield
I'm definetly going to check COD later when i have the time, i was already a bit curious because of my friends, so seeing you now writing for them, makes me even more curious!
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i completely forgot that you sent this sorry kdhskdb but yes, i’ve been in COD fandom since like 2009, just never really truly acknowledged and appreciated it until now. COD Ghosts is still my favourite, joint with the new MW reboots but the old reboots still have a place in my heart.
If you're gonna make NSFW posts please tag them appropriately.
i do, there’s smut written all over it, if it pops up in mainstream tags, that’s not my fault. there’s a “keep reading” for a reason, none of the nsfw was shown so 🤷🏻♂️ don’t read if you don’t like
plus there’s a feature on tumblr now where you can turn off suggestive/mature content, might wanna try it out /gen
♖ note; lowercase intended!! this is kinda told from ghost’s point of view, if you wanna pt.2 lmk
♕ tags & cw; gendered reader, slight sub!ghost for a second, pet names, afab!reader, eating out, pussy drunk!ghost, whiny!ghost, mention of sex, fingering
"i crave you..." that moment of vulnerability was what sparked the current events of simon's lips kissing your neck, his calloused hands holding your waist so gently, afraid you would break in his grasp. he had the tendency to ruin everything good that came to him, selectively or not but you... no, never you. you were pure, his innocent y/n, you meant the world to him and you'll never know it. just looking at you saved him from his thoughts, his head was finally out of the rain clouds and was now staring in awe at the beauty you projected.
a goddess. that's what you reminded him off, a goddess of relief if there was ever such a being. his heart was heavy of trauma and sadness, so much so that he believed he didn't deserve good things but when he looked at you, truly looked at you, he saw his salvation. he was like the thirstiest man alive who had just seen an oasis in the desert, he needed you, you were like oxygen to him. "i'm all yours." you whispered and no matter how many times you say it, it still sent his head into a spiral. his? you were his? of course you were.
placing your hands on his cheeks, his stubble tickling your palms as you tilted his head to look at his eyes. "is everything okay?" you asked, watching him lean into your hands and soften with a loving look. "everything's fine." he replied, his voice barely above a whisper, his brown eyes watching your every move. "i just need to feel you." it wasn't quite a whimper but the emotions hanging in the air was too much, he felt so high off of your presence and he wanted more.
"okay, baby, that's okay. where do you want me?" you smiled, following him as he sat on the end of your bed, climbing onto his lap as he guided you onto his thighs. "please, love. can i kiss you?" your face softened and you reached a hand from his wrist to gently and slowly pull his partially lifted mask off completely, leaving him exposed to you. "of course, doll."
a grumble left his throat at the pet name, a hand grasping onto your hip while the other pulled your face closer to his own, his lips attaching to yours. "god, i love it when you call me that." he admitted, whispering against your lips as he tightened his hold on your hip. "hmm, is that so?" you grinned, leaning forward and pushing him against the bed so you were hovering over him, your hair creating a curtain around your faces. "huh? are you my good doll?"
simon groaned and moved his hands down to stroke your thighs, gripping the clothed skin tightly ever so slightly. "are you gonna be a good boy for me?" you smirked, tracing shapes on his shirt covered chest, watching as a blush worked up his neck to his cheeks, meeting the black grease paint that surrounded his eyes. "just fuckin' kiss me." he rasped out, lifting a hand from your thigh to slide his fingers between the strands of your hair and pull your head down.
your lips moved against his and he guided your hips back and forth, a groan leaving his mouth against yours at the feeling of your clothed cunt on his hardening cock. “fuck… can ya feel how hard you’ve made me, ya fuckin’ minx?” you chuckled at his question, pressing your hips down harder making the usually stoic male throw his head back with a hiss.
“what? do you wanna fuck me? huh, ghost? wanna hear me scream your name and see me cry for you?” you teased sliding your hands down his hard and built chest, feeling very muscle tense and flex under the shirt before you slip them under the fabric. he shivered slightly at the feeling of your cold fingers against his warm, scarred skin. “well, don’t threaten me with a good time, sweetheart. fuckin’ you until you’ve lost your voice sounds fuckin’ peachy right ‘bout now.”
you teasingly pouted and pinched his nipples between your fingers, another hiss leaving his mouth in response, “and what’s stopping you? hmm? too pussy to follow through?” all of a sudden, you were on your back and simon was hovering over you, his hands pushing your thighs against the mattress, leaving your clothed cunt wide open for him. “never.”
grinding his hips down, he watched as you bit your lip with a grin, gently digging your nails into his skin while you drag your hands down his torso, “well, then. c’mon big guy, fuck me.” the kiss was messy when his lips appeared on yours again, tongue and teeth clashing as you pulled each other’s clothes off, throwing them around the room absentmindedly.
pulling away from the kiss, simon stared down at you, panting from lack of oxygen while his hands slipped under you to unclasp your bra, throwing it over his head when you pulled your arms through. “fuck… you’re gorgeous.” he whispered before lowering his head and attaching his lips to your perky nipple, biting it teasingly, listening to you let out a soft moan in response.
he pulled away from one tit and attached his lips to the other, your back arching when he sucked a little too hard, your hand tightening in his hair. his blonde hair fell out of your hands as he made his way down your body, kissing every inch of skin as he went. “god, i can’t wait to taste you.” he hummed, excitement filling his body as he got closer and closer to your now exposed cunt. “please, simon, please.”
he moved his body between your legs and kissed your pubic bone, smiling up at you as you shuddered. “can i?” He took the gentle approach, looking up at your face that watched his every movement with pleading eyes. “please… please.” was all you said, more like begged through already panted breaths. he smirked and noticed how wet you looked, his tongue poking out slightly to lick his lips. a fake sad look overcame his face as he made eye contact with you, “such a pretty pussy.” you looked at him and went to speak but was cut off as his lips wrapped around your clit softly, kitten licking the bundle of nerves as a soft and quiet moan left your pink lips.
“keep quiet, love. you never know who might hear you.” he commented, his teeth letting go of your clit as his mouth blew hot air on your sensitive cunt with each word. you nodded and let your hands fall to his hair, gripping tightly when you felt a finger tickling your entrance. reattaching his lips to your swelling clit, he slowly pushed his finger in to the first knuckle, curling teasingly as his eyes stared at you, taking in your features as he took the slow approach. “more. please, s-simon… i need more.” you whispered, listening to his order of staying quiet.
he hummed at you pleas and flicked his tongue up and down in slow, agonising movements, pushing his finger further in as your pussy pulled him in, eager to feel him. a long breath was released from your chest as you ran your fingers through his hair, your painted nails digging into his scalp as he scraped his teeth gently against your most sensitive spot, your back arching as he fucked another finger into you. he was taking his time, enjoying the fruitful flavours that danced on his tastebuds, your addictive juices coating his tongue. he felt high, his head rang with repeated sounds of your moans, his cock straining against the fabric of the bedsheets.
he couldn’t get enough of you and it scared him slightly, he had never craved someone before but the way you whimpered his name and pushed his head closer to your clenching pussy made him whine into your folds with need. you were delicious, you were beautiful, everything he needed to make him feel human but he closed that side of his brain off and enjoyed the feeling of you squirming underneath him as he pumped his fingers in and out of you. his eyes were half lidded as he watched your face, your eyes squinted closed as you flexed your thighs around his head, digging your heels into his back painfully to pull him impossibly closer. he was drunk off of your taste. his chin, mouth and hand was covered in your wetness but he didn’t care, his hips rutting down against the bed to create stimulation against his aching cock.
pussy drunk. that was how simon would describe himself, he was intoxicated by your taste, his head felt heavy as you came, his mouth eager drinking all of you down his throat but he didn’t stop, he couldn’t stop. his head was leaning against your trembling thigh as he licked, sucked and bit at your swollen pussy, he needed more. “another one.” he half-whined, half-ordered, attaching his lips to your clit again, ignoring the ache in his arm and jaw. wrestling with your thighs with his free hand, he pulled another orgasm out of you, one of your hands flying to your mouth where you bit down on the skin to conceal your shouts, a whimper sounding from your throat as it rumbled in your chest.
again, he couldn’t stop, he wanted more, he wanted to be full of your taste. “please, p-please… love… another. one more-” he practically begged into your sobbing cunt, your body shaking in overstimulation as tears fell from your pretty eyes. “i-i can’t.. i can’t.” you shook your head but your hands pulled him closer to your pretty pussy, his fingers still inside you and soaking wet. “please, sweetheart, please. you taste so good.” he drooled, licking at you more aggressively and a high pitched whine left your mouth. more helpless moans left your lips before you nodded and he continued, quickening his pace that he fucked his fingers into you, adding a third one while you whimpered at the stretch.
he became more harsh as he threw your legs over his shoulders and gripped your thighs tightly, the skin bruising under his hold. he became desperate to pull another orgasm out of you and it was quickly approaching, he could taste it and a fulfilled groan rumbled in his chest. with a full body shudder and a smothered shout, you came again, your entire body trembling under his gaze as he watched you closely. he wanted this moment tattooed into his brain, he didn’t want to forget the way you moaned his name, the way you clawed at him and pulled on any body part you could get your hands on.
he let you down gently, sliding his fingers out of you. “can you fuck me now?” you whined, a slight wiggling of your hips teasing him as he sat up, letting your legs fall from his shoulder. “ask me nicely and I just might.” he grinned, licking his lips as he trailed his hands up from your ankles to your waist.
teasing logan so much that he gets on his knees and begs you to make him cum, telling you exactly what he wants you to do to him.
“please, please… i need you, please, touch me, fuck me, anything, please. i’m begging you, i need you to make me cum, i can’t unless it’s you, please, y/n. i need to cum for you.”
and you’re shocked, your boyfriend is practically mute, you haven’t heard his voice in so long, the last time you heard him speak was when he told you he loved you. and because he begged you so nicely, and told you with his words and not his hands, you caved in.
logan was exhausted when you were finished with him, tears on his face with the goofy smile as he laid there, staring at you with so much love in his eyes you thought his head would explode.
“i love you, sweetheart. so much.”
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a/n; i headcanon that logan is selectively mute, like he just doesn’t like to talk, he leaves that to his brother
imagine watching a football game with Captain Price, a couple beers each and cheers of joy as Liverpool scores, the bearded man jumping up and down with his hand in the air when they win with a penalty, a smile on his face as he showers your face in kisses.
but
imagine Liverpool loses, 0-1 at home of all places and Price is pissed, sat there in silence, his eyes hiding behind the rim of his boonie hat, tapping his fingers on the top of his Stella can before he gets up, wraps the same strong fingers around your arm and drags you to his room, throwing you inside and slamming the door.
“Shut up. Don’t say a word. Understand?” He wasn’t looking for an answer, it was an order and after a nod from you, he ripped your clothes off, his hand in its rightful place around your throat as he fucked out his frustrations, leaving you crying and begging for him to let you cum. “Didn’t I tell you to shut the fuck up?” all that left your mouth after that was whimpers and moans of his name, your hands gripping at any part of his body you could reach as his thrusts left you bruised and sore for days.
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a/n; sorry but i can see price as a stella man AND the type of guy to get pissed as fuck when his favourite football team loses, and it hits hard when the match takes place at Anfield
Yooo you're back, i'm happy, glad to see you doing things you like, even tought i don't know that much of COD, i'll try to see some things about it, after all i saw the entire twitter drooling over the "Ghost" guy, so i might give it a try, it seems cool
- Yours Truly, the official and og 🧃emoji
juice!! missed your anons. i understand COD isn’t going to be for everyone but that’s okay. COD is cool, as long as you ignore the “alpha” fanboys
well thank you for having me! i’m gonna be posting a lot more now that i have free time and new year’s resolution is to make more content and post more often
i know i have nearly 900 followers that were here for my dsmp content but i’m gonna be writing for COD now so just unfollow me if you don’t wanna see that. but if you do… stay a while :D
