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Hey! i saw ur post about tying ghost up with a vibrator. what about him tying up his little wifey and doing the same to her while he just does whatever he'd like around the house. feel free to ignore but i was just curious!!
A spreader bar locked around your knees, your arms tied behind your back with soft ropes looping a ladder up to your shoulders, dropped on the bed and pushed face down. Simon was kind enough to shove a pillow between your legs before he walked your toddler over to your parents. There's a vibrator tucked into the pillowcase, one you can hear but can't seem to find. It rumbles the pillow just enough to remind you it's there, but you can't exactly turn the pillow out and find it. That would ruin the game.
You grind your hips down against the pillow, trying to find the vibe, or at least get a better idea of where it is. You bump it and shiver at the jolt of pleasure it sends through you. Attempting to press your clit more directly against it just shifts the vibrator's position, and you end up chasing it around the pillow. You get a few seconds of lovely, perfect, stimulation against your clit and the rest is a desperate chase fueled only by your needy grinding. You try to find a better position for yourself and find you can really only move up and down the bed. The spreader bar pushes the pillow away when you try to move, and you feel hot panic at the prospect of losing your outlet.
Forget the vibrator, you hump the pillow. It's not an unfamiliar feeling, and you feel your lashes flutter when the roll of your hips catches your clit perfectly. You work a decent wet spot into the pillow as your empty cunt drips and drools, you even manage to find the vibrator again, pushing your aching clit against it and holding it there until you have to move again. You're drooling against the mattress by the time your bedroom door opens and Simon walks back in. Or, you suppose right now it's Ghost, he prefers that over any title you could give him, wears his mask as he runs his hand over the swell of your ass.
You push back into the touch greedily and is runs up your back to grab one of the rungs of rope holding your arms together. You're tugged up, your hips pushing against the pillow to compensate the motion. Your shoulders ache, you hadn’t noticed until now. Ghost presses his covered lips against your ear, and you try not to tip your head, too out of it to hold a thought against baring your neck.
"Did I keep you waiting love?" Ghost asks. You shake your head, content to listen to the low Manchester rumble of his voice. Your hips twitch against the pillow, still chasing the orgasm you'd been building. Heat simmers low in your stomach, and your pussy throbs with need. You're well past being prepared to beg. "Look at you, drippin' like this before I've even touched you," his voice is so low, drawing every thought from your head, purring through your brain and coaxing you into something warm and fuzzy.
You mumble something even you don't comprehend and he chuckles. "You want me to leave you a bit longer mama?" Somehow you do, in the quiet of your room, tied up with nowhere to go and nothing to focus on but the pleasure you're being denied, it's nice not being anything but a waiting toy. You don't have to think, you can just be.
"Rog," Ghost concludes, "give ya another 30,-" he kisses your temple and lets you drop back onto the bed, "-then you get a reward."
"'Nother baby," you slurr, enjoying the hiss Simon lets out.
"Whatever you want princess," he agrees, "just don't come."
Until he's back, you think, but he doesn't say it. Until he's back, you hope, except the mischief in Ghost's eyes when he closes the door makes your blood run cold. Don't come, you tell yourself grinding your hungry cunt against the pillow, don't come until he's done with you. Or lie about it, and take a better punishment than this one.
all those posts that are like "why am i researching currency debasement in the 1860s for a fanfiction no one is going to care" are full of shit, i just DNFd a fic for being obviously incorrect about the history of plumbing
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soap dropping you off at your place after your first date, pointing out the weird guy very poorly hiding in the alleyway next to your building
it freaks you out to the point where you ask johnny to stay the night, your nerves running you ragged because what if this guy tries to break in after johnny leaves? it’s only natural that he calms you down with soft kisses and gentle sex
simon only leaves his place in the alley after he gets a text from johnny, a photo of your head on his chest, fast asleep and his fingers running through your hair
a few seconds later another picture comes through, a pair of frilly panties with a damp crotch
something something porn star reader (who performs with the independent adult film studio 141 productions and is johnny's best girl) who's sitting on ghost's dick while facing out towards the camera, looking just *so* pretty with her ass filled and pussy shining with slick that soap can't help but propose on the spot. johnny slides a bigass ring on her finger as she happily accepts, and he shakes ghost's hand that comes from behind her to congratulate him.
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