you don't know what you expected when ghost took off his mask for the first time in front of you; it wasn't this. (18+, ghost x f!reader)
you keep your face neutral. he keeps his hair shaved close to his head. he has three long slashes that go from his left eyebrow to his nose. they've healed poorly, pale skin raised and puckered along the lines. his nose is crooked, septum deviated for sure, and his mouth looks like someone tried to cut a smile into it.
when he runs his tongue over his lips, you notice his chipped teeth. his face is dry, carved, and missing chunks. his eyes are the only thing they left alone, and they are hard to read and darker than you are used to.
he looks away from you as you inspect him. he's prepared, anxious, knowing that if you react some kind of way, he's ready to just throw the mask back on and leave. it wouldn't be the first time he's had to leave after revealing himself, but if he did this time, he knows it would be the last.
"jesus," you whisper, reaching up to cup his cheek. "what did they do to you, baby?"
his throat closes up when you wrap your arms around his neck. you kiss the side of his face, taking a deep breath of him, and he's slow to wrap one big arm around your back and hug you back.
"not runnin'?" ghost murmurs into your hair, and you guide his hand from your waist lower, until it slips under your skirt. he interprets what you mean, slipping two thick fingers between your thighs, and he lets out a sharp breath when he feels how wet you are. when he inspects his fingers and pulls them apart, the fluid webs, and he drags his tongue over them before going back in to feel more. your nails dig into his big shoulders as he circles over your puckering hole, and your knees weaken a little as he hikes your knee up around his hip and starts to tear a hole in your knickers. "fuckin' hell..."
there's really nothing like feeling your girl creaming over just the look of you.
