COD one-shots

𝙍𝙚𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪

includes: Toxicity

Over the ongoing months, Ghost would use you purely for his own pleasures. Relying on you for a quick release puts him into a state of euphoria. If he were angry, he would take it out on you, all the frustration falling into senseless fucking. The intoxicating feeling becomes addictive and meaningless, giving a short-term thrill every time. He couldn't tell if he loved or hated the way you begged for him; you'd get on your knees if he asked you. Like a dumb dog, those puppy eyes are not making it any easier.

But God, those meetups were broken weeks ago. He had to let go of that version of himself as it slowly broke away at your fragile heart.

And he'd still find you coming right back. Drunk, slurring your words as you tried to explain yourself. He'd always find your eyes filled with limerence as he opened that door. He opened that door every damn time. He yearned to claim you again as he saw you stumble over yourself, captivated by your efforts.

"Fucks sake, y/n." Cold hands run up your sides, creasing your shirt as he lifts it, teasing halfway. You would shift slightly, Ghost's eyes staring into yours, darkening at the glimpse of those damned doe eyes, begging for his devoted attention. He wasn't going to give into your demise too quickly; as much as he wanted to, he knew what you were like. A brat who thinks she can get what she likes. With just a straightforward look, she could fuck him without a thought, but through her efforts, he wasn't giving in tonight.

"Please, Ghost." Your breath brushed against his skin, hints of booze and tobacco hinting at your drunkness.

But that mellifluous voice played through his ears; she enticed him like a siren, eager to draw him in and envelop him with her hypnotic voice. He knew it was wrong, but it was addictive. Ghost's body wanted to follow it like a moth to a flame, but it was only time before he got burned.

And his taskforce name you always gave, 'Ghost,' in such an innocent tone, as if you didn't know the effect you had on him through those simple words, teasing just how much he would be able to hold back from her.

Your hand intertwined with his like twisted roots, constricting a wilting flower. "You're drunk..." he'd sigh out.

"And I need you"

He traced a thumb along your lips with his other hand, hushing you.  You always looked so eager, so ready for him to use however he pleased but this was the last time he'd be fooled. Your body would misstep in those ridiculous heels before Ghost pressed on your hips, steadying your drunken body, his fingers digging, yearning to be inside of you. It wasn't long before he felt a tightness forming in his pants, pushing against his sweats, needing a release.

Fuck, if she could just take this erection right now.

In the midst of his already overwhelming troubles, you emerged as an additional burden, an inextricable entanglement that he found impossible to break free from, all because of those haunting, irresistible eyes. Those lustrous eyes that would watch, pleading with him not to inch away, not just yet. As you moved your hands around his neck, your fingertips gently traced along the curve of his collarbone, creating an intimate and tender moment. Your mouth had an irresistible greed to mark; it was almost instinctive. You'd desperately yearn for that thrill to come back.

Ghost brushed his thumb against your cheek. He never truly experienced feelings of guilt for anyone apart from you. His eyes devoured every detail, alluring him with the way you wore his favourite top as if reminiscing about what you once had.

Ghost brushed away the alcohol that dripped from your lips to your chin, his eyes comforting you. Your eyes locked with his one last time as he focused on your plump lips, wanting to feel another's so desperately.

His hand would guide your hips closer to him as he brushed strands of hair away. He was hesitant; he didn't want to let you go. Ghost found it no easier, the way you'd keep your eyes on his only, giving a silent plea of forgiveness to start over. Nobody else's made his heart ache like that.

At that moment, everything hung in the balance - there was a slight pause, both of you knowing this was a bad idea. 

You were intoxicated, and Ghost was in denial.

His lips roughly pressed against yours for a fleeting moment, reigniting the toxicity that once consumed your relationship. Memories flooded back instantly, overwhelming you both. Ghost broke the kiss, his forehead resting against yours as his hands tightened around your sides, molding the shape of your hips,savoring your curves, leaving you both lost in a whirlwind of emotions.

"you need to let go, y/n" 

((little bit on the short side, mbmb. Love whoever read this through xx Don't forget to vote, it helps me know if this was a good write! :) ))