Fuzzy Head
JUST RANDOM SMUT FOR GHOST DONT LOOK IF YOU DONT WANNA!
(For my lovely @leehoonii-i )
Tw: Weed, choking, eye contact, ABSOLUTELY FILTHY TALK, impaired mental state, dadbod! Ghost, Fem!Reader
(This takes place a few years after he retires from the military)
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It had started with a soft groan of discomfort from his lips, joints aching with the sickening sweet mixture of age and experience. It wasn't much, nor was it bad, it was just the proof that he had needed to retire after his last deployment, the once young lieutenant now well into his 40s at this point and having been through many a battle and many injuries, scars painting his body as a visual tapestry of his once skillful youth.
It escalated to days of not being able to get out of bed, his lovely little wife having to take care of him with worried eyes focused on his, fumbling over words sometimes out of worry. Her hands would smooth over his arms and shoulders, a pout crossing her now aged features as she looked at him.
God, she was as beautiful as the day they met. He'd never take another answer about her, fucking lovely, that's what she was and what she'd always be in his eyes. Her helpful hands were the reason he'd function sometimes, just to make her happy.
But he knew he was worrying her. His love, his flower, his everything. He couldn't take that thought.
It was a late night phone call with his old military buddy Johnny, a sleepless night he spent at the kitchen counter because he couldn't bare the thought of sleeping next to her when she was worried sick because of him making him feel helpless and angry, that convinced him to try this.
Weed. A substance he had told himself he'd never want.
And yet he sat in his shared livingroom, his lovely little wife, you, out for dinner with your friends, a blunt in his hands and a determined look in his eyes.
He was gonna feel young again, or at least he was going to make the pain go away for a bit.
He had just barely convinced himself to smoke it, but there it went, the smell filling your shared space and his body leaned back against the couch.
It was surprisingly pleasant, honestly, and he was only about halfway through the blunt when you had come home. He kept pretty conscious with the drug, the Marijuana more just cooling the ache in his body and chilling his mind out a little more than usual, but when he saw you he felt another affect.
God damn. That was his wife. Holy hell that was his wife.
Before you could even ask what he was doing smoking weed he was up with you pinned against the nearby wall, even after all these years he was built like a tank compared to you, his one hand holding his blunt and the other pinning your hands above your head.
"Fuckin 'ell lovie... gorgeous after all these god damn years.." his voice was husky, words breathed out like a prayer as he lowered his face to kiss your cheeks and jaw. "Timeless, aren't you, doll? What a fuckin vision you are.."
You could barely squeak out a response by the time his hand had moved from pinning your wrists to the wall to being on your hip.
He looked starstruck with you just the way he had when he was just a rookie and he ran right into you on a mission. His eyes drank in your now-fuller figure, a low growl of appreciation coming from him. "Fuck.. darlin I've not felt well enough for nothing in a few weeks but shit how could I have ever resisted that body? Look at you..."
He took another hit, the smoke filling the air once more just like it had back when he had smoked cigarettes, a habit he had given up just for you.
He watched your eyes focus on his lips and he snapped, grabbing your chin and making you face him as he took another hit and kissed you, making you taste the smoke on his tongue.
"...fuck baby, you make me crazy... look at the shit I'm doin...trying out cannabis just to stop your worryin'...jus' to get rid of the pain and make you happy..."
He panted out, voice a low grumble as you looked up at him like that, all sweet and cute. It made him want to choke you with his cock and shove that pretty face into the mattress.
"...shit. Color, now."
The moment you answered with green he was dragging you to the bedroom and almost throwing you on the bed, manhandling you like you weighed nothing to him. You didn't.
His shirt came off the moment he could set his blunt down and get it off. He hadn't felt this ready to go since he was in his 30s, hell, maybe even since the day you met, but he knew what he wanted, and he wanted it now.
His body was scarred, his muscle now covered with a layer of chub because of how good you kept him fed, dirty blonde happy trail coming from his belly button to where his pants hung loosely on his hips.
He was between your legs in only a few seconds after that, your thighs spread wide on his broad shoulders and his 5 o'clock shadow rubbing on your legs, a cocky grin on his lips.
"Missed this pretty fuckin cunt too, look at 'er.." he groaned softly at the sight of your excitement soaking through your panties under that cute little skirt you insisted on wearing out, his thumb going to move the fabric out of his god damn way while he grabbed his blunt again with his other hand, breathing in the smoke and trapping it in his lips before pressing his face to your pussy, fucking the smoke into you with his tongue. "So fuckin pretty and puffy, and it's all for me baby... I'm the luckiest fuckin man out there.."
He loved the way you squirmed, loved the way your back arched as he fucked the smoke into your gorgeous pussy with his mouth, loved how he felt that thrill of young love once again. He grinned as he worked his magic down there, leaving you trembling above him and whimpering his name like a prayer. He felt like he was the same young man he was the night he first got a taste of you, the night he made you come undone so many times just from his raw stamina even though he was inexperienced.
He felt a surge of arousal shoot straight through him as he remembered that night, the way he pulled up his balaclava, leaving it on his face, and fucked you senseless when all you could see is his eyes and lips.
He made you cum on his tongue, watching you writhe with a smug satisfaction in his eyes as he thought about his old mask and balaclava, leaving you there to get up and get it from the dresser drawer it had been stored in these last few years or so. He could almost see your eyes light up at the sight of that thing.
He put it on, and he could feel the power trip he had always had wearing it when he was younger. His eyes narrowing at you as he pulled the bottom of the mask up over his lips and lit another blunt, taking a long drag of it before he set it still lit in the ashtray by the bed he couldnt bear to get rid of (it was from Gaz, and he had hand painted it) and climbed over you, grinning down at you.
"God damn darling, looking at me like that..." the smoke came from between his teeth and his ever-observant eyes caught the way you stared.
"...you like it don't you?" He chuckled lowly. "You like the way I show you the smoke huh? Like it when I fuck it into you or make you taste it, hmm?" He teased, feeling better than he has in ages.
"Fuckin beautiful, look at you. Look at those pretty fuckin eyes. Keep them on me darling." His hand found your throat like it had many times over these past 10 years. "Keep your god damn eyes on me."
He used one hand to hold your throat and the other to carefully unbutton his jeans, making sure he wouldn't hurt you or mess up what he was doing, freeing his cock from it's confines.
He could see the excitement in your cute little eyes when he looked back up at you.
He still couldn't believe this beauty was his fuckin woman. He definitely needed to take you out on more dates or something, needed to show you off to anyone that'd listen to him at this point. (Not that he hadn't done that before, the 141 would all say that at least 60% of the time when he spoke it was about you and the other 40% were split between being about Johnny or being about missions)
He took another long drag of his blunt using his free hand, trapping the smoke in his mouth before setting it back down and using that hand to pull aside your panties once again and guide his cock to where you wanted it, slamming into you with a low groan of satisfaction that made his chest rumble and little bits of the smoke pour from the edges of his lips.
He was almost feral right now, fucking into you like you were both in your twenties again.
Each groan and growl from him had smoke pouring from his mouth, his eyes glazed over with lust and adoration for you.
The pain was gone and for just a few hours of he fucked you without mercy, fucked you like you were both young again.
By the end of it, through trembling words and shaking legs, you mumbled: "...w-well shit.. next time you get a gummy, but holy hell the weed works I guess."
He just chuckled and pressed a kiss to your temple: "Understood lovie."
