CW: Angry!Ghost but he can't stay mad at u :((, unprotected sex, female!reader, size kink if you really squint, breeding, dacryphilia????, dom ghost
AN: I got faded like halfway through this so my bad if it starts getting really bad LMAOOOOO
Minors DNI, 18+
It takes a lot to piss Ghost off.
But when you do manage to break that cool, collected persona you can feel it. You can feel it in the way his blue eyes bore into you from behind that mask, following your every movement. It sends a shiver up your spine. It feels like he's no more than 3 seconds away from jumping you and splitting you open on his cock.
"You're a fucking idiot." Ghost's gloved fingers dug into the skin under your knees and forced your body against the wall. His hips sent shock waves up your body as he pounded into your g-spot, his heavy cock stretching your cunt out around him. You squealed in response and tried to buck your hips away from his unrelenting pace. "Stop running from it," to prove his point he focused his attack on a spot that had you seeing stars.
The sounds of skin slapping skin were drowned out by your constant hiccups and whines. "'M sorry, 'm sorry, 'm sorry!" You stutter as he simply stared at you. He raised a hand to wipe his forehead and pulled out of your heat, making you cry out in rebellion. Salty tears streamed down your cheeks as you glanced down at yourself. Ghost smirks, resting his cock on your tummy, pearls of pre-cum leaking down his shaft and a white ring around the base. The sight makes a cold shiver run down your back.
He bores his fingers into your cheeks and wrenches your head up to look him in the eyes. His skull mask covered the upper part of his face while his lips hung slightly open. "Y'think you can cause all that mess on a mission 'n get away with it?" He growled at you. "Y'not sorry, you'll just do anything to get me inside this cunt." He hisses at you, grinding his tip into your puffy clit.
You drop your forehead to his, feeling the impression of the skull on his half-off mask press against your scalp. "Simon, 'm sorry." You sniffle and whimper as you plead to him. Ghost pulls away for a moment and meets your gaze. Then, he's pushing back into you and pressing his lips to yours.
His hand leaves your face and drops down to rub soothing circles on your clit as he starts a steady pace. You know he forgives you for your mistake, he's just too closed up to speak it. Years of war and killing weighed heavy on shoulders, hardly creating relationships of any sort, no longer trusting, shoving the whole world out of his life and living in the shadows.
Your legs were soaked in your arousal, pussy dripping and thighs soaked. Ghost wrapped your legs around his waist and closed his arms around your small frame. With a shocked gasp, you wrapped your arms around his neck. You buried your neck into the crook of his neck and bit down as he pummeled into your cervix, eyes rolling back every time he pulled out until only his tip was left. "Fuck baby," he groaned into your ear.
"Gonna cum in this pussy 'n teach you a lesson." Your cunt clenched down on his thick cock at his words. His voice sounded so faint, you were so lost in him. Tears and drool dripped down your face as you pressed your swollen lips to his. You both devoured each others moans and gasps.
"'M gonna cum, Simon" you whimpered as you broke the kiss. A string of saliva connecting you both. "Want you to cum with me, baby." His hips slowly lost their rhythm, he gripped your hips so tightly you were they'd bruise.
He brought one hand back down to your clit, rubbing it in erratic circles. His thrusts paired with his fingers on your sensitive cunt forced you into white, hot bliss. Your hips bucked wildly in his grasp and he let out an almost feral groan. The feeling of your poor, little cunt gushing all over his cock had him pumping his hot cum right against your womb. The thick liquid filling you up so much, it was forced from your hole and down his cock.
"Holy fuck." He grips you tightly to his chest, one arm gripping the back of your head and the other around your back. As you laid almost lifeless in his grasp, his hips continued a slow roll.
AN// i shouldn’t have wrote this so fast it’s kinda shitty 😐 my bad
Summary// Ghost comes home n he missed u a lot :(((
Minors DNI, 18+
Ghost thinks you’re too kind to him, too sweet. He’s come back to you, more times than he’d like to think about, covered in blood and fresh wounds. You’ve babied his stitches, applied cream to his scratches, and kissed his scars.
He remembers the time you even bought him a gift for his birthday, a black tactical watch. And he remembers the way his heart swelled when you watched him open the gift, eyes full of love and adoration.
You were too good to him.
He could see it in every motion, in every smile you gave him. He was a cold man who spent his life killing and hunting down terrorists.
Your kindness soothes him, he thinks. Makes him sweeter and gentler. Happy even. It scares him how much you change him, mold him and tame him into this soft and dotted and coddled partner who opens doors for you and kisses you through his balaclava.
Ghost comes home to you in one of his sweatshirts and tiny black shorts, just short enough to give him a peek at your ass. You whip around from whatever task you’ve assigned yourself in shock at his sudden entrance. You both rush towards each other, meeting in the middle of the living room. As you embrace each other he relaxes in the feeling of your warm, soft body pressed against him for the first time in forever. He can feel your breasts against his chest and smell the shampoo in your hair. And you’re crying and squealing in the excitement and shock of his arrival, beckoning him to the couch. He can’t stop staring at every one of your movements, the way your breasts jiggle and shoulders bounce, and how the flesh of your thighs squishes against each other as you sit next to him.
“Come here,” he spoke. You happily obliged, crawling into his lap and resting your hands on his broad shoulders. Ghost hummed at the feeling of your touch, leaning into your warmth.
“Missed you, Simon.” He shoots a reply almost too eagerly for a man with his cool persona. Your touch is so soft as you scratch his scalp and toy with his hair. He thinks you look perfect like this. Your skin is shiny, plump lips tinted pink from your chapstick, and eyes full of love. He dwarfs your form - his height and build make you feel smaller than anyone has ever before. His muscular frame makes you so vulnerable and so frail. It makes you feel like he could pick you up and snap you in half with a flick of his wrist.
He blinks down at you and mutters answers to the onslaught of questions about his mission. Your laugh breaks him from his trance, “Are you listening?” You tease him and he grunts, realizing he’s been staring at you and he burrows his face in your neck.
You bring a small hand to his cheek and bring his gaze to yours, “I really missed you ‘Si.” He lets out a deep breath and brings his lips to yours. His right hand goes to your cheek and his left grips your hip, thumb rubbing at the skin underneath the sweatshirt.
Ghost grins into the kiss, remembering how you two met. A debriefing before a mission with you standing in a corner clutching a notebook to your chest. He recalls how you blinked doe-eyed at him when he passed by you.
As years passed by, your relationship grew stronger. He came to discover you were training under the Weapons Sergeant, whose job is to assign weapons and equipment to active-duty soldiers. You came to discover his true nature, a true killing machine.
He remembers the day after the sexual tension finally broke. Your thighs stained with his cum and your body wrapped in his sheets. He remembers how the morning sun poked through the curtains and washed over your face, illuminating your features. He wonders if you realize how important you are to him. Oh how much he loves you, trusts you.
He rubs at your body. Big, rough hands covered in scars and calluses digging into the plushness of your skin. His lips devour your moans and whimpers, and your hands twist at his hair and pull groans from his mouth.
“Take this off.” Ghost tugs the sweatshirt over your head and tosses it behind him. Then, he watches you grind on his lap with lidded eyes. He sucks in a breath when the swell of your pussy meets the stiffness of his jeans - if you got up you’d surely see the print of it, thick and long against his thigh.
He smirks down at you, thinking about how you always struggle to take his cock. He thinks about how you hiss and cry as your sweet cunt struggles to stretch around him. He likes how it feels to go through it all - the action of making you cum again and again before he sinks you down on his cock. He likes how you clutch and grab at him, likes how you sink your nails into the thick muscle in his back and draw blood.
Your sweet pants and whines break him from his thoughts as he drags your hips across his. He can feel your arousal leaking through your thin shorts.
“S-si, please…” You whisper into his ear. The sweetness of your voice has his cock twitching against his thigh.
“What is it? Tell me what you want, yeah?” A smirk dances at the edge of his lips. Your face burns hot and your head spins at his words. You can hear his chuckle in your ear as a big finger twists into your waistband and tugs them down.
“This it? This what you want?”
Ghost brings you back in for a quick kiss, and he groans at the string of saliva connecting you two. His fingers slip past the sticky fabric of your panties and brush the folds of your cunt. You twitch and gasp when the pad of his middle finger begins rubbing tight circles on your clit. He grins, scars stretching across his face as he takes in your grace.
Your hips jut and roll, chasing the pleasure and your head drops down to his shoulder. You sigh his name again when his fingers slide past your clit and follow your folds down. Your head rests in between his neck and jaw as you dig your blunt nails into the material of his shirt. You cry out as you feel two of his impossibly thick fingers press against your fluttering hole.
They push inside of you, slowly, and you whine into his neck, drool beginning to drip past your swollen lips. He presses you closer to his lap, your breasts flush against his rock-hard chest.
He almost moans at the feeling of your cunt around his fingers. “Can’t stand being away from this pussy for so long. S’perfect.” He slurs.
You feel him curl his fingers inside you, almost screaming as they hammer into the spongy part deep inside your cunt. You cry out, shaking and trembling as Ghost’s voice sounds over your shoulder, “found it, didn’t I baby?”
You frantically nod your head and pull him impossibly tighter, as if trying to absorb his whole being. Tears stream down your cheeks as you feel the coil in your lower tummy pull tighter and tighter, until it snaps and your body locks up. Your body twitches and jumps as your walls milk at his fingers.
He pushes you back a bit, still fucking your sloppy cunt open on his fingers. Your eyes screw closed and your mouth drops into an ‘O’ shape. He takes your hips in his hands, and you faintly register what he’s doing until your back hits the couch cushions.
Ghost’s hand comes up to one of your breasts and squeezes, he laughs at your squeak. He bends his down and presses a kiss between your breasts, teasing you with the slightest bit of tongue. When you gasp and arch your back he takes your nipple in his lips and sucks.
Moaning, your arms shoot around his neck and arch your chest further, whimpering at how he presses himself further down into you and flicks at your hardened nipple with his tongue. He peers up at you; You look ruined, eyes lidded and a fucked-out smile plastered on your face. You become impatient and tug at his waistband, begging him for more.
He unbuckles his belt and unzips his jeans, pulling them down just below his cock. You bite your lip at how heavy it is, bobbing up and dropping down. Subconsciously, you rub your legs together, thighs sticky with your cum as your cunt flutters around nothing. Ghost grins, the shock on your face every time you see his cock makes his back stand a little straighter as he looms back over you. His big hands wrap around your thighs and press your knees to your chest. You gulp.
“Whatcha lookin’ so scared for? Hm?” Ghost coos, grabbing his cock with one hand, thick fingers rubbing up and down his cock. You grow a little stiff when he gets closer. He nudges the head against your cunt, it flutters as he presses even closer, bulky arms keeping himself upright.
He watches your eyes roll back when he pushes forward and grunts through his clenched teeth at how your walls stretch around him. He spits directly onto your clit, it drips down your to his cock and grants him another inch.
“Ghost s’too big. -nngh-” you hiccup, chest heaving as you throw your head back and squirm against him. He almost cums then and there when you let his code name slip from your lips. His hips buck and he pushes his cock into the base.
Heavy balls pat against your ass as he surges forward. The sound fills the room and he grunts from the feeling of your perfect cunt. He tears his gaze away from the sight of his too-big cock ruining your too-small pussy and finds you’ve slung an arm over your eyes.”
“Take your fuckin’ hands off.” One hand lets go of your thigh and grips your throat. The pressure makes you gasp for air and your vision swims. He lets his cock drive even deeper, bumping against that familiar spot. Your hands curl around his biceps as your mouth hangs open and you sob when he growls at you - “Do that again and I’ll make myself cum and leave you here, understood?” You can see the anger swimming in his brown eyes and you nod, hands coming down to hold your thighs up.
He wipes his brow and points his gaze back to your cunt. He brings his thumb to his lips and gives it a small kitten lick, he takes it back to your clit and grins at you. He leaves you teetering on the edge, pleasure taking over your entire being.
You repeat ‘yes’ over and over, spreading your thighs wider. Ghost swears he can see hearts in your eyes.
“Si-Simon, m’cumming, m’gonna cum!” You cry and sob through your climax and your grip goes to his bicep. Your nails break the skin and draw droplets of blood out from under. He moans and lets out a “shit” as he feels your cum leak down his shaft and down the fat of your ass. He picks up the pace and bites down on his lip, drawing blood. He takes your swollen lips into his and swallows you entirely. The metallic taste of his blood took over your senses as Ghost spills his cum into your womb. It leaks out from around his thick cock, landing on the cushions below you.
He drops your thighs back to the couch and he lets you pull him to you. He gently scoops you up from under him and turns over, resting you on top of himself. He lets his hand run through your sweat-soaked hair as you press kisses to his chest, barely lucid.
