Synopsis: Ghost has had enough of you ignoring is orders. (It's been a long time since I wrote smut, let me know if it's good and if you want more)
cw: 18+ (mdni), language, non-con, dub-con, porn with little plot, unprotected piv, fem-reader, stuck in a window, dirty talking, Ghost is mean, slight fingering, spanking, squirting, creampie, no y/n, brief Soap x Reader
Ghost did not like you.
In fact, he hates you. He hates the fact that you don't listen to him and he doesn't understand why. Your official callsign was ‘Static', because it seems like everything goes in one ear and out the other for you. Did you have hearing issues? No, you've passed your hearing test. Do you have selective hearing? Possibly. Regardless, Ghost hates working with you, sometimes things worked out, other times it didn't. He's reported you to Price for insubordination, Price always just smirked and asked, ‘Y’both came back with what we needed, she just seems to have a problem with you.’. And you always come back with information, sometimes hurt. You were great and espionage and tracking, Ghost couldn't doubt that. But he just wanted to grab you by the shoulders and shake you, to listen to him just once.
Soap and Gaz did not have a problem with you, they actually found it hilarious the way you and Ghost work together. During this new mission, it was just you, Soap and Ghost. Soap had another area to search which left you stuck with Ghost. “Are you listening to me Static?” Ghost asked, already knowing the answer, “What was that Lt? I didn't catch what you said.” It was going to be a long mission.
A few hours later you and Ghost walked through the forest on tired legs, just like he imagined, things went belly up. You diverted from the path that was set to go around the guards, causing you both to end up in a high intense situation with more guards than what was accounted for. Thankfully you were able to sneak by but the cost was too high, you were almost spotted. Thankfully something ended up distracting the guards and you were able to make an escape. Ghost was fuming, all he could see was red as he trailed behind, he'll keep his composure until you both could get into the safe house. Extraction wasn't until tomorrow morning and Soap said that he wouldn't be at the safe house for another couple of hours.
“Approaching safe house,” you said into your comm as you saw it coming into view. “Should I look for a way in?”
“Affirmative, let me know what you find.” Ghost answered, the safe house was a small cabin nestled deep in the woods of Slovakia, along the border of Hungary where no one would hear you or find you out here. He watched you check the door but it didn't budge, so you walked around the side and back of the house.
“Well, the door seemed to be locked or stuck, I'm going to try this window, it looks like a bedroom.” You tugged on the window frame, it gave just a little more than half way, maybe you could fit your body though? You leaned down and began pulling yourself through the window, thankfully the bed was right there. You were half way in when the window buckled and pinned you down, sighing, you tried to lift up but it was too heavy. “Lt… I'm stuck…”
Ghost rounded the corner, spotting your legs dangling a few inches off the ground. You tried sliding forward and backwards but the window had pinned your back right between your vest and utility belt, you were indeed stuck and it sent Ghost over the edge. He approached you with a sound or warning, watching you kick your legs slightly like a child waiting for help. He stood behind you, looming over your body while you were none the wiser. He grabbed your leg and pulled you towards him, your ass resting against his crotch.
“Ghost?!” You yelped, bracing yourself on the bed, you could barely turn to see him out the corner of your vision, “what are you doing?!”
“I'm thinkin’ you're in need of a lesson,” he said as he pulled your pants down, leaving you only covered by your underwear, “Y’don’t listen. Why?”
“Are you seriously asking me this right n-”*smack!* You jolted, too stunned to speak, your ass stinging, did he just spanked you?
“I'm not askin’ again.”
“Lt. I'm sorry, I'm sorry I haven't been listening to you, can you please-” *smack!* Another hand hitting your ass a little rougher this time, tears pricked your eyes.
“You've never listened to me to begin with, y’know how many times I've saved your ass and I've never *smack!* gotten *smack!* a a fucking *smack!* thank you?!” he growled.
Your ass throbbed as he spanked you, gasping and crying softly at every smack, a wetness was starting to damp your underwear, you prayed that it would go unnoticed. “Ghost… please…” you keened, “it won't happen again! I swear!” the sting of the cold air against your skin had you squirming, but Ghost held you still.
“Swearing ain't gonna mean shit when a bullet gets drilled into y’head!” he gave you another hard smack, this time you moaned and he heard it. It was a moan that went straight to his cock, he stills. Realizing everything a little too much, how you wiggled with every slap, the damp wetness that began to soak through his fatigues, and just how painfully hard he was.
Moments passed, you thought that maybe the assault had stopped but just when you began to relax you felt cold air hit your cunt.
He's pulled down your underwear.
“Fuckin’ slut,” he said, “you're soaked, even made a mess on me.” You tried closing your legs together but Ghost's large hand pulled your lips apart. He slides his thick middle finger inside up to the knuckle, your walls clenching him. “Shit, she's a tight one, I think your cunt’s got a better chance at listening to me.”
You could feel his finger pumping in and out, squelching every time he curves his finger. “I'll listen… please… Ghost, I'm sorry…“
Ghost pulled his finger out, leaving you feeling empty, your eyes widened when you heard him unbuckle his belt and his pants zipper. You felt the tip of his cock slide through your folds, down to your clit where he tapped himself against the sensitive nub. Your body twitched, thighs clenching which didn't help as he used your thighs to thrust his cock between, grazing your clit with everything thrust.
“You’re still not listening.” he growled, the tip of his cock prodded at your soaked cunt, you knew he was big, too big.
“Wait! You won't fit!” You struggled to get away but the action was in vain, Ghost took a deep breath and pushed, your cunt was stretched to adjust to him. You felt full, like you could feel him in your stomach.
“Fuck, this cunt takes me well,” He watched your cunt take him inch by inch until he bottomed out, “just like she's meant to, she listens to me.”
“Too big… Ghost… so good…” your cunt clenched him, you would be lying if you hadn't dreamt of Ghost fucking you, all those nights of your fingers barely doing the job and now here you are, getting your poor cunt bullied by him. His thrust were deep, he barely let you adjust, he was still pissed but the power over you like this gave him a different high. Your cunt squirting every time his balls hit your clit, your face buried in the blanket, muffling your moans as you felt the familiar tension building in your core. “gonna cum… please Lt. Let me cum!”
“Fucking hold it, that's your first test,” Ghost barked, “get me off first, then we'll see about you cumming.” teasing your clit with his fingers, he could feel your walls tighten around him, he'd be lying if he said he wasn't getting close to his own release. His pace picked up, imagining just how pathetic your face will look when he fills your cunt with his load, he groaned as his cock twitched at the thought.
“You-you’re going to… cum inside me?” you turned to see him out of the corner of your eye, he didn't show any signs of slowing down, making you nervous but the thought of having Ghost fill you, feeling his cum inside you made your cunt wetter than what it was.
“Course I am, what kind of lesson would it be if I didn't? This slutty cunt is begging for it anyway.” He breathed, his grip on your hips tightened, his pace faltered slightly “Take my load, that's an order, do you understand?”
“But!-” a rough slap hit your clit, making you moan.
“That's an order, slut!”
“Yes sir! Please cum inside me sir!” you whined, you were so close, you needed to cum, “I can't hold it Lt… cum inside me, I need it!”
“Fucking hell… needy slut finally listen.” he gave a few more thrust, going deeper, “I’ll allow it, cum for me.” Your eyes rolled back as you felt your orgasm rack though your body, your cunt convulsing around Ghost’s cock. His head pressed against the window, letting out a low groan as he cock kissed the tip of your cervix, letting his load flood your cunt, giving a few slow deep thrusts. He watched the sticky ring of both your fluids accumulate at the base of his cock before pulling out.
You felt the window lift off your back and you were rolled onto your back on the bed. You were breathing heavy, eyes closing, until you felt your legs being pushed up against your chest. You see a silhouette of Ghost removing your pants and underwear, they were tossed into the darkness of the room. “Sir? What are you doing?” That's when you felt his cock, still hard, rub between your folds.
“What? Y’thought we were done? I'm gonna fuck some sense into you, even if it takes until extraction.”
That's when you heard the door slam open, it was Soap. Eyes widened you looked at Ghost, “Soap is here, you wouldn't-”
“Anybody ‘ere?? Ghost? Static?” You heard the Irish man's heavy boots come down the hall, that's when he walked into the room. The sight was surely something to behold, but Soap didn't seem phased by it, “Finally got her listening to you?”
“Not quite, we were just about to have another lesson. I think I could use your help. “
Your eyes widened, Soap smirked and shut the door behind him, already undoing his belt.
If I wrote a smut fic where reader is terrible at taking direction from Ghost (or choosing to ignore his orders) and he fucks her while she's stuck in a window, threatening to 'fuck some sense into her', would y'all read it?
to me, there's an innate horror in tradwife content. it's always a pretty young girl in her late teens, early 20s. she's so young. she's basically a baby herself. maybe she's about your age. you just watch it happen. you can't save her.
either way, she always has at least three kids, sometimes more. you don't want to ask when she had them, but she had to have them young because her youngest had to have been born when she was at least seventeen based on how time works. you just watch it happen. you can't save her.
she's smiling but there's something missing in her eyes - a spark that should be there. there's no passion, there's just the movements of the day. sometimes she'll give an interview where she says she barely feels like getting out of bed, and other times she says nothing. you just watch it happen. you can't save her.
her world isn't real - it's neat kitchens and made from scratch cheese. she tells you how she doesn't need feminism because she likes this life, she likes wearing pretty dresses, don't you dare pity her. you just watch it happen. you can't save her.
you scroll up to an ex tradewife in her forties talking about how her husband divorced her and left her for a younger girl, leaving her destitute and penniless and twenty years out of the workforce. you scroll again to a pretty young girl saying she doesn't need a job, her husband will take care of her. you scroll again. you just watch it happen. you can't save her.
another woman, this time in her early thirties, talking about how she just managed to leave her abusive husband and has nothing and he took the kids, warning and pleading young girls to not fall for tradwife lies. you scroll again to a young tradwife girl saying that would never happen to her, and you're just jealous of her. you just watch it happen. you can't save her.
you scroll again. a teen girl tells you that she'll just track her period, she doesn't NEED a toxic chemical like birth control. you scroll again to an obgyn pleading with young girls to understand birth control is just hormonal, and that period tracking isn't effective. you just watch happen. you can't save her.
you scroll again, and it's jd vance saying how women belong in the homes and shouldn't be allowed to vote. that their husbands should decide how they should vote. you scroll again to a domestic abuse counselor telling women their vote is private and they can lie to their husbands. you just watch it happen. you can't save her.
she doesn't want you to save her. how dare you pity her. you just watch it happen. you can't save her. a horrible feeling washes over you. you just watch it happen.
this is my comfort character. Yes he is a horrible person. No he does not have any redeeming qualities. Yes he suffered a horrible fate. Yes he probably deserved it. No I’m not happy about it. Yes I hate him. Yes I am madly in love with him. Any further questions?
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