consider... Ghost babytrapping reader. It's something some could see Soap or Graves doing, but never Simon.
He's so sly and sneaky, never showing his needs, but when he senses you drifting away, he will slip a pill in your drink when he's sure he's ovulating to ride you till sunset, making sure to milk you dry
a/n: god I love these requests
minors DNI- warnings: baby-trapping duh, trans ghost as well
ghost wasn’t ever going to admit how much he wanted you, how much he needed you in fact. He didn’t want to put into words how he felt- but he knew deep in his gut that you were his, right? You had to be his in some way. You and him had been friends for quite a while, and eventually just enough more that he could call you to his barrack any time of night and have that perfect feeling of sex fade into his senses with you
that’s all you really were though- fuck buddies. God he hated that term, it made his gut boil with envy and hate that someone could slide into your life and end it all so easily. No, no, that couldn’t happen. He wouldn’t let it happen.
these thoughts all brewed in his mind over the months, but the thing that set it all in motion was when he saw you at the closest base pub getting all close to some civilian. That’s what truly got him going, the fact you were flirting with a civilian- not even part of the team, although he’s not quite sure if that would have been worse.
sure he could tell you his feelings straight up, but where’s the point in that?
so he made a plan. It started in physical motion the second you got back from base and he texted you to come to his room for the usual quick fuck, nothing horrible so far
he had this all planned out- unknown to you of course. Any condom you have now has little needle holes poked in and any drink at his house has just a smidge of something he found just to make sure he takes
he rides you all fucking night even when your half asleep and tired, he still keeps bouncing on your length, his body clenching around your member and his folds wet and inviting as if he was trying to keep every little drop inside of him, his gummy walls squeezing every little drop he can get out of you and cockwarming you till you fall asleep next to him
he just felt it in his bones that it was gonna take, it just had to. And god was he close to bouncing in joy when he pulled out a test a few days later and it came up positive, him getting ready to put on some fake tears to tell you. You couldn’t really just be fuck buddies now, could you?
Cis Soap and transmasc Ghost where they are rubbing their cocks together and Soap is leaking like crazy over the both of them. The head of his cock dwarfs Ghost's swollen tdick entirely but he can't shut up about how big Ghost is getting. Soap is and always will be a blabbermouth, sex is no exception to this rule.
"You've doubled in size since you started T, haven't you? I can tell." His eyes are glued to the sight of how Ghost is hard, how the angry red tip is poking out more and more. How pretty it looks shining with Soap's precum.
He wishes Ghost's cock could make it's own cum. Thinks about getting on his knees and letting his Lieutenant jerk himself off on his face. Thinks even harder about his Lt forcing him to go back to work with his cum splattered on him. Soap focused back into the present the moment he felt Ghost's hips start to rock up against him. He was getting close, Soap could feel it.
"Think you're gonna be big enough to fuck me with it soon? Can't wait for it, sir." Soap purrs, his hand wrapped around the back of Ghost's neck to keep him focused on Soap.
Ghost rolls his eyes, but there's no missing the hitch in his breath or the way his cock twitches a little. Especially not when you're Soap, the man who prides himself at reading Ghost best.
"You're made for it, Lt. So big and strong... What do you bench now, 300 pounds? Just perfect for breeding someone full. That someone will be me."
Ghost can't even hide it, the way he's grabbing Soap’s hips and taking control. Soap's words are getting to him, judging by how he is bucking his hips harder. Soap is happy to let Ghost set the brutal pace, not even moving his own hips anymore. He's giggling out whiny moans, delighted at Ghost's sudden desperation to cum. He was hitting something in Ghost's mind, and it showed.
"You're gonna love it Lt. Nothing will ever feel better than you bending me over, shoving yourself in my sloppy wet little cunt, sir. Need you, need you to fuck me full 'til it takes."
Ghost is growling, hips pumping faster as his fingers dig bruises into Soap's hips. Soap can see the way his stomach jumps, how his head crashes forward against Soap's shoulder after he cums with an angry grunt. Soap pushes Ghost back only because he can't bear to miss his favorite show- watching Ghost's cock twitching with his orgasm. Watching his boy's beautiful dick twitch and spasm in wave after wave, drives Soap absolutely crazy.
I just wanted to write Ghost smut, I just got home from holiday, so this is me trying to get into the writing mood. Reader is also as big and strong as Ghost, enjoy.
Simons fingers dug into the wall as his chest was pushed further against it, your body pressed against his back, your strong arms caging him in from both sides. The fabric of Ghosts gloves caught on the rough material of the wall as he grunted softly under his breath, his hips twitching back against your own as your palm rubbed against his crotch.
His mask was damp near his mouth as he panted, Simons eyes clenched shut as he growled softly, his muscular thighs tensing as your rough palm rolled deliciously over his stiff t-dick, his sopping wet hole soaking the black fabric of his boxers and the crotch of his military issued pants. Simon almost moaned in relief as you finally worked your hand under his belt, your rough fingers brushing against the hard bump of his cock, making his hips buck as the noise that left him sounded half strangled.
Simon was not one to make much noise, his rough voice staying silent as you only worked out pants and huffs from him, but times like this, when you had been apart for a while, the noises left him easier. The more you worked him up, the louder he became, the more his hips bucked and the harder he would cum. A higher pitched noise left your lover as you pressed the pads of your fingers against his hole through his boxers, giving him a taste of what he wanted more than anything.
“Ffffuck, just get on with it” Simon growled out, glaring at you over his broad shoulder, his dark brown eyes burning into your own through his skull mask. An entertained huff left you as your only response is to rub his t-dick in tight, quick, circles, making his head fall back onto your shoulder with a groan, his thick thighs clenching shut as if to trap your hand between them.
Simons grunting and groaning grows in volume as you keep rubbing, your pointer finger and thumb at times tweaking at the sensitive engorged bundle of nerves. The testosterone had served him well, letting his dick be big enough that you could easily trap it between your fingers and rub and pinch it cruelly, leaving Simon a groaning and huffing mess, his knees growing weaker and weaker the more you tortured the bud.
“Cum for me Si, come on. Good boy” you purr into his ear through his balaclava, giving his cock an extra rough pinch and twist, causing his hips to jolt and the noise that left him to warble in a way you rarely got from him. You could tell he was trying to resist, but it seemed your time apart was enough to knock down his walls, as his knees buckled and he had to support his weight against the wall as his cock twitched between your fingers, his hole clenching as he soaked the fabric of his boxers even further.
Praise and purrs leave you as you rub the still hard bundle of nerves, causing jolts of overstimulation to race through Simon the way he loves, his pants growing further raspy and desperate. As if you could tell exactly what he wanted, you undo his belt and shove his pants and boxers halfway down his thighs, exposing wet and desperate skin, a string of wetness connecting his soaked hole with his boxers.
Ghost groaned softly as he pushed his hips further back, arching his back in the way he knows you like. Had it been any other day, you may have teased him further, but you are as desperate as Simon, so his little show is all you need to plunge your fingers into the wet begging slit. Simon is given little time to adjust as you start working your arm, thrusting your fingers in and out of him as you move the other down to cruelly rub at his oversensitive t-cock, causing Simon to clamp down on your slick fingers as they stretch him open.
Wet and sloppy noises fill the room you two have occupied, some random office or broom closet, neither of you caring as you work your fingers even faster, poking and prodding at his insides until your calloused fingers meet that spongy spot that has Ghost keening. Words seem to have left you both as you keep panting and groaning in unison, your fingers trapping his cock between them and rubbing it from both sides as your other hand works inside him even faster.
Normally you’d be lifting his leg to give you even more room to work, but neither of you have time for that right now. Ghost grunts as he feels the familiar heat bubbling in his abdomen, his forehead thumping against the rough texture of the wall, his hips working almost desperately to match your movements and bring him to completion again so soon after his last orgasm.
One last twist of his cock and one last curl of your fingers inside him as it all it takes to make it happen, the noise that leaves him sounding almost wounded as he gushes around your fingers, his wetness pooling in your palm as the slick noises grow even wetter, if that is even possible. It feels almost painful, finishing so quickly, but to Simon, it only makes it even better.
A whimper leaves him, accompanied by a wet sound as you remove your fingers from him. Simon stays in his position, hips pushed back, hands and forehead on the wall, pants leaving him as his shoulders rise and fall. He almost starts reaching for his pants to pull them back up when he hears the jingle of your belt, a hot jolt of arousal shooting up his spine as he feels the warm thickness of your own hardness press against the loosened slick hole, Ghosts muscular thighs quivering as you push inside, your strong and still wet hands clutching at his hips. You both know you will be missing post-op, but as you start moving your hips hard and fast, neither of you seem to care.
ghost who joined the military as a woman. who knew who he was but lived with this fear and anxiety. tried to make up for it by hitting the gym harder than anyone else. who grit his teeth at every “ma’am”. ghost who didn’t start T until around his mid twenties. ghost who REALLY got to reinvent himself once he clawed his way out of the grave roba put him in. his family was dead, and so was his old self.
a/n: happy thanksgiving y’all, I kind of forgot to post or write on this account and I am so sorry😔, so enjoy some ftm ghost
minors DNI
Ghost. Ghost who’s still wearing blood and grime caked gear, still filled with adrenaline, and still wearing his sweat covered mask as he silently storms into your office and straddles you on your chair desperately needing relief only you can give him. For you to shape his insides like a mold of your cock.
he doesn’t have time to take his gear off or for flirting or tons of prep, he just wants to feel you. Unzipping your pants and his own and tugging down your boxers just enough for your hard length to spring up and for him to lower himself down onto you and ride you, his pace uneven and fast as the gummy walls of his cunt pull you in and the chair your both on squeaks from the constant movement.
His soft grunts, moans and shaky breaths become louder as he etched closer to his release. finally getting his climax as he clenched around you tightly before pulling off of you and pulling back up his boxers and gear and leaving for his next duty and mission. Leaving your cock hard and weeping- he’d probably be back later and you could punish him for that.
