HMMMMMM I JUST SAW YOUR REPLY (I’m the same anon who asked about the rules btw) then hope you don’t mind me requesting for a breeding kink with ghost, there he cums and pushes it in back inside you with the tip of his cock as “to not waste it” (his words), + a lil size kink and age gap 🤫
Minors DNI, 18+
Simon Riley is a collector of people, and maybe it just comes with his profession - traveling the world working with others of similar tastes - but eventually, he adds you to it.
You meet him for the first time at Alejandro’s base in Mexico. The cracked skull hastily sewn onto his balaclava instantly catches your attention, and you can’t help but let your eyes travel down his frame. His shoulders are broad and thick, his biceps strain against his sleeves. His comrade, Soap, introduces him as ‘Ghost.’ You can barely hear him bark something at Soap over the sound of the helicopter blades whirring, but his voice is rough and deep.
You spend the better part of that night thinking about Ghost and what that voice would say as he slips his fingers in your cunt. They’d find your sweet spot so easily and pound into it as his other hand moves to your pulsing clit.
The next time you see him, he and his team have just returned from a mission. You hate the way your heart swells at the sight of him. You’re nothing special in his world, like Soap or Alejandro. You can’t fight terrorists to save nations or survive a battlefield. You’re a rookie, fresh out of training, and he’s a killer, through and through.
But Ghost comes to you still. He asks useless questions about your connection to Alejandro. You tell him about your country's alliance with his and other details you barely remember. His intensity is almost suffocating as he listens to you talk, black eyes searching yours for something you can’t quite put a finger on.
One night, he seems to appear out of thin air. He’s wearing a black hoodie and jeans, tactical gear on every part of him, with a rifle slung across his back.
“I’ll walk with ya.” His gruff voice is slightly muffled by his mask.
“Why aren’t you asleep?” You ask as he falls in beside you.
“Could ask y’the same thing, doll.” He peers down at you, mask gleaming in the moonlight. The walk to your building is quiet and full of tension, you hardly notice Ghost is with you, only slightly audible footfalls giving away his presence.
He takes you with him the night his team goes drinking. He laughs under his mask when you sing and shout the words to songs, and when you’re a few too many beers deep he lets you use him to keep your balance. Ghost wants to pretend it’s the alcohol making his cheeks heat up underneath his mask when your breasts brush against his arm, but he’s not even drinking, balaclava still covering his face.
“Ghost!” You shriek, “drink with me!”
“Can’t.” Is all you hear over the shouting and music around you. You feel your lower lip start to wobble and a pout set on your face before he's audibly groaning. He doesn’t break your drunken gaze as he rolls his mask right above his nose, exposing his pink lips. A faded scar runs from his lower right cheek, crossing both lips, and stopping at his upper left cheek. Your trance breaks when he picks up a glass and raises it to his lips, swallowing the contents.
“Y’should start callin’ me Simon, doll.” His lips twitch into a smirk.
Early one morning, a knock on your door pulls you from your slumber. It’s dawn, the sun just now rising above the horizon. When you open your door, Ghost is standing outside.
You furrow your brows in confusion, “Simon?” For a moment, you swear he flinches at the sound of his name on your tongue.
“We’re leaving for our next mission in two hours.” He says it fast, like the words hurt to hold in.
Your mouth opens before you have a chance to think, “when will you come back home?”
There’s a stillness in the air, like the world has stopped spinning, then Ghost is backing you into your room and closing your door. He turns back to you, grabbing the end of his mask, pulling it over his head, and throwing it behind him.
You feel the backs of your knees hit your couch and you stare back at him, unable to break his gaze. Ghost is handsome. He’s strong, brave, and commanding. But, Simon is beautiful. The morning sun catches his ginger hair like fire, faint freckles spread across his cheeks like stars in the sky, and his light eyelashes bat at you, even his scar seems to add to his attractiveness. His features are covered in a thick veil of worry as he waits for you to speak.
“Simon?” You gulp.
“Yes?” His voice shakes.
“Don’t go.”
And with that, he’s moving toward you, wrapping his arms around your body and pressing you to his chest. You press your lips to his and moan at the taste of mint and bourbon. His tongue slides over yours in slow strokes that make your cheeks warm, but it’s when his teeth nip at your bottom lip that a whine escapes. Ghost pulls away from you, groaning at the string of saliva connecting you before you both move back in.
His rough, calloused hands drop to the cusp of your neck, gripping your hair just tight enough to make you hiss. You arch into his touch as he starts to explore your body, mapping out every dip and curve.
“Ghost - Si’. Please… do somethin’.” He moans a response into your neck as his lips slip down to leave love bites along the column of your throat. He leaves one last peck on your collarbone and drops down to his knees.
Ghost slides your sleeping shorts down your legs and sucks in a sharp breath at the sight of you. “Gonna give you what you want, baby.” He helps you wrench your shirt over your head and throw it behind the couch. He immediately lets his hands drop to your breasts, nipples already pebbling from the cool air. He pinches and pulls at them for only a moment before he’s trailing kisses down your stomach.
Ghost stops just above your hip bones, “can I?” he asks, black eyes peering up at you. “Yes, yes. Please!” You practically shout it at him, voice thick with desperation. He chuckles and then rubs his hand over your throbbing clit. He slides one, then two thick fingers into your dripping pussy. A whimper bubbles from your swollen lips as he pulls back to spit on your heat. His fingers curl, digits stretching and scissoring inside you. Your head feels like it’s spinning, arousal leaking from your cunt and down Ghost’s fingers.
Your hips are unable to escape his assault on your g-spot when he pins you down, and you let out a moan you hardly recognize as your own. “Shit, you’re so wet. This all f’me?” His teeth catch his bottom lip as he smiles down at your fucked-out form.
“S’all for you Si’.” You purr up at him as he continues pounding into your cunt, making you clench on his fingers.
Ghost’s hand never slows, even as he grinds his palm into your poor clit. You cum not long after, waves of pleasure crashing over and drowning you in euphoria. Your body is trembling as you come back to Earth and Ghost is there, watching you from between your thighs. He places a kiss on your sensitive clit before he stands back up, towering over you.
“Please. Fuck me, Simon.” You say through heavy breaths. He feels his head spin at the sound of your voice.
“Whatever you want, doll.”
Ghost lays you across the couch and crawls over you, leaning back to release his aching cock from the confines of his jeans. Saliva pools in your mouth at the sight of him, pre-cum drips from his flushed, red tip into the curly hair around the base. You can feel your heartbeat in your pussy, hole clenching, and nectar dripping from your lips.
He fists his cock at the sight of you below him, lips parted and breasts heaving. Ghost leans his body over yours, trapping you between him and the cushions below you. You can feel the muscle covering his torso press against your tummy. He ruts his cock through your pussy, the head catching on your clit deliciously. You both moan at the feeling and link your fingers together.
“Fuck, you’re so perfect. ‘M gonna fill this pussy up.” Ghost coos down at you, searching your face for any hesitance. You nod at him, earning you a keen smile and a quick kiss. “S’gonna hurt doll, m’sorry.” Squeezing his hand, you hold your breath when he lines himself up with your entrance.
You gasp when his tip slips into you, already feeling like he’s split you in two. Salty tears start to well in your lashline at the burn of Ghost’s cock stretching you out for the first time. He’s much bigger than you anticipated and you dig your nails into his skin. “S-si’... hurts.”
“I know, I know. Just breathe.” He tries his best to comfort you, gritting his teeth at the feeling of your cunt around him. His heart stings at the sight of you crying for reasons other than pleasure, but he can’t help it when his hips buck, pushing himself another inch deeper.
Ghost knows he should feel guilty for liking the way you screw your eyes shut, the way your cunt flutters around him even though he’d worked you open already. He’s not even halfway inside you and your legs are trembling around his waist while he holds himself back from pushing in balls-deep. He can’t help but feel a sense of pride swell in his chest at the effect he has on your body.
Ghost’s hand leaves yours and drops to your clit, rubbing tight circles with his thumb. Your mouth opens into an “O” shape and your sloppy cunt grants him another inch. He can feel the velvet of your walls drawing him deeper, euphoria building in your veins. With every circle drawn, Ghost pushes in further and further until he’s finally buried to the hilt. He stills for a moment, letting your cock-drunk mind play catchup with your body. “Gonna move.”
He pulls out, making you whine at the empty sensation, then, he’s driving his hips forward again. You loop your arms around his neck as he attacks your insides. Any words you have die on your tongue as Ghost sets a rough, passionate pace. His tan skin, covered in old and new scars, feels slick against yours as his cock splits your mind in half. You can feel Ghost everywhere, you can taste him, touch him, smell him, see him. He’s completely overwhelmed your senses and given you nothing to think about other than him.
The air around you is humid and thick, the scent of sex swimming through it. Ghost slips in and out of you with ease, the clear strings of your slick and his pre-cum coat your pussy lips like a gloss. You let your gaze fall on him, watching how his brows furrow with concentration while he molds your insides into the shape of him.
Ghost lifts your hips in the air to get an angle that allows him to hit even deeper, pumping his cock into you so hard that the air is forced from your lungs. There’s no one else you could want, no one else who could ever make you feel like this.
“S-Simon. M’gonna, m’gonna cum.” You moan, a familiar warmth starting to coil in your tummy. Ghost nods and slots his lips against yours for one final kiss. His tongue explores your mouth as his dick strikes your g-spot, sending you headfirst into bliss. You cum hard as every nerve in your body is set aflame. His hot, sticky cum floods your walls and leaks from around his cock.
Silence lies thick in the air aside from your heavy breathing and the soft kisses you share. Ghost leans back to peer down at where you’re connected and shakes his head at you.
He picks you up and places you over his hips, leaning you back. “Can’t waste this, doll.” He tuts at you, gathering the cum leaking from your abused pussy on his tip and pushing it back in. Throwing an arm behind his head, a fucked-out grin crosses his features as you sink down on his cock, letting him rub against your most sensitive spots. A strangled moan sounds in the back of your throat as he slowly pushes back into the deepest parts of your cunt.
His tongue darts out to lick the sweat off of his cupid’s bow, large hands moving to slide down your hips to grab at the fat of your ass. He guides you up and down on him as you babble and cry.
“I’ve gotcha baby.” His words send a shiver down your spine and you brace yourself on his broad shoulders. Your cunt flutters around him, “Fuck Si’-” you cry out.
Ghost groans at the sight of a white ring around his shaft, made from a mixture of his and your cum. “So tight… taking me so fuckin’ well.” He bucks his hips, tip grazing your g-spot just right, just enough to make your eyes roll up into your head. “C’mon, doll.”
He leans forward to press a kiss to your forehead, then captures your lips with his. He swallows every moan and hiccup as he pounds into you, only slowing when you clench impossibly tighter around him. Stars are dancing in your vision and pleasure is burning in your veins. You hear him swear again, he lets his head fall back onto the cushions and plants his boots flat on the floor. You nearly scream as he fucks back up into you. He’s growling something in your ear, but his words sound so far away.
“Cum on my cock, baby. C’mon, do it. Do it f’me.” Ghost babbles in your ear as he loses his rhythm, now just slamming his hips into yours with all the force he could muster. Your arms are clinging to his neck and he has you trapped against him. White, hot pleasure hits you like a ton of bricks as you squirm on Ghost’s lap. His teeth sink into your shoulder as he pumps his hot, sticky cum into your womb.
He lays back on the couch, letting you rest against his chest. “Si’, don’t go.” You whisper. You don’t know if even heard you, your voice is hoarse and scratchy. But, he looks down at you, eyes no longer searching, and says,
“I’ll come home.”