.𖥔 ݁ ˖✧ — Sgt. Nymphie’s Operations — ✧˖ ݁𖥔.
“Fucked yourself up there didn’t ya?”
Sgt. Nymphie: this is very ghost coded i feel but heres what happened to me recently bc i have the butteriest, british lobster ever but it’s an x reader ;)
Juicy fanfic thanks to my freaky blondie bf <3
Pairing: Ghost x Female Reader
AU: You and Ghost live together, been together a good few years
My fanfic posts are a warning in itself, i am a FREAK freak with a freak
CW: fingering, begging, dom/sub, use of toys (dildo), tying up, throat fucking, mild cnc(?), degradation, praise, bondage at this point. this post is a warning in itself.
no use of Y/N, reader has a vagina, reader has hair
ick warning: the word gullet is used once or twice
names used: slut, princess, sweetheart, sir
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It was one of those rare times where your boyfriend actually had more than a day off, and him being him, he took advantage of it.
Ghost always had a thing for girls being stretched out, just the sight of his own thick cock stretching out your cunt drove him round the bend, let alone the 10 inch monster dildo he convinced you to try
He’s always been crafty, quick to problem solve, not only in the field but in the bedroom too. Using the toy with his hands was one thing, but this time he had other ideas.
You and your boyfriend shower together but he always finished showering before you even managed to rinse your hair.
You exit the bathroom, towel wrapped around you as you make your way to the bedroom to get changed into some pyjamas. You reach the door, opening it, and going inside without much thought, but as you close the door behind yourself and turn back around, you find Simon behind the tv stand opposite the bed, furniture covering his lower half completely.
You can see him fiddling with something behind there, curiosity spiking as he always seems to come up with something new, which led to your question of what he’s doing as you sat down on the bed, facing his direction.
“Just doing somethin’ real quick, you’re gonna like it.” he said flatly, not looking at you as he averted his focus back to what he was doing. You hear the clink of metal and the soft friction of some sort of fabric, intense desire pooling already just to the sound and thought of not knowing what he’s doing behind there. He doesn’t take long to finish what he’s doing, his eyes finally meeting yours, alongside your slightly flushed cheeks.
Seeing him all wet, with dainty little droplets covering his body in the shower had your pussy dripping as it was, how can you NOT get turned on by this blonde hunk of a man?
He doesn’t move from his position, staring at you more intensely than before, his lustful gaze burning into your skin.
“Get that towel off, face down, arse up for me.” he commands as he watches you comply almost immediately, arching your back enough for your slick folds to spread, arousal on display, ready for him to do whatever he pleases.
You immediately feel a familiar warmth accompanied by the rough texture of his hands, gently rubbing circles around both cheeks before trailing down to the backs of your thighs, using only the pads of his fingers to lightly caress upwards, making a muffled, shuddery moan escape your lips. He takes his sweet time touching everywhere but your aching cunt, your arousal growing more evident, which only results in a low, deep chuckle from him as you desperately tried not to squirm for more. He carries on for what feels like a painfully long time, just watching you get wetter and wetter for him, becoming a complete and utter whining mess under his touch.
“Tell me what you want, use your words.” he coos, gently tracing his fingers over your wetness, still barely giving you any friction.
“Please~” you choke out through embarrassment, turning your head to the side and trying to back your arse up against him again, before he stops you with his rough, calloused hands on the plush of your hips.
“Please what?” he grunts, his own impatience catching up to him by now, the pressure in his grip tightening as he waits to hear exactly what he wants.
“Please play with my pussy, Sir~” you beg, voice cracking as pure lust washes over your body, the slight humiliation fuelling your desire further.
“Is that what you want is it?” he asks gruffly, tracing his fingers over your clit before returning his hands back to your inner thighs, teasing the fucking daylight out of you yet again. You sharply gasp at the sudden, unexpected contact.
“Yes Si- aah!” you let out a needy moan, your words not so rudely interrupted with the pad of his middle finger tightly circling your clit as soft gasps and breaths slip past your teeth.
“Thaaat’s it, that’s my good girl” he praises, drawling out his words as he slowly drags his fingers up from your sensitive bud and in between your folds, toying with your slick juices for a second before letting your sopping cunt swallow his finger whole. Just one of his fingers has you clamping onto him like a vice, a satisfied groan breaking through the resistance shield of his self control as he curled his finger, massaging just below your sweet spot just to feel you quivering for a second before actually giving you what you want. need
The moment he reached that spot, a wave of ecstasy courses through your body like wildfire, already forming that familiar knot in your core. Even just one of his thick, calloused fingers felt like heaven, more sends you into overdrive, Aka, exactly what he wants.
He inserts another finger, causing you to clench around him immediately, the stretch stinging your opening as you drawl out a groan in response.
"Already nice and wet for me huh? Such a pretty cunt... all wet for me." he said as he massaged light circes around your sweet spot. You can only respond in broken, choked out moans as he went to work with his fingers. wet, squelching noises filling the room with your now obscenely loud moans.
Scandalous sounds filled the room, just to be abruptly ended with Simon roughly curling his fingers and pulling them out completely leaving you clenching around nothing and whining desperately.
All of a sudden, a cold rounded object rubs between your folds. Before you knew it, it was already pushing inside you. Your thighs shake as he stretches your cunt out with the ridiculously big dildo, your back arching to its limit as a cue for him to move, and to no surprise, he stops you in your tracks yet again.
“You tell me when you move, sweetheart.” he says ever so casually, watching you twitch and convulse at the stretch of the toy, chuckling under his breath.
“Please move.” you choke out through desperate whimpers, already forming a white, slick ring around ‘him’.
“You want me to move huh?” he asks mockingly, the grip on your hips growing tighter, his thumbs pressing into the dimples on your lower back as a reminder that you’re not moving any time soon.
“Yes Sir~” you moan out. “Please fuck me already, please~” you beg, desperation making your voice crack.
“Think I’m gonna need more than that, tell me more Princess.” he teases, trying to make you beg even more.
“Fucking ruin this cunt already!” you growl, only for him to bottom out, rutting the toy inside you, just like he would with his cock.
God knows why the guy who packs 8 inches and the girth of the average dick size wants to stretch you out more, but it feels to good to even think about resisting.
“How’s that feel? Go on tell me.” he orders, fucking you hard, rhythmic.
“Fucking incredible, Sir~nngh~” you answer, burying your face into the pillow again.
“That’s ma girl.” He praises, picking up the speed a little.
You grow wetter and wetter, sensitivity spiking rapidly while he makes sure to make you feel every inch of a cock that isn’t even his, sliding in and out of your slick cunt with the same passion, the same dragged out, languid thrusts.
You’re an absolute mess now, slick juices trickling down your thighs, nothing but high pitched mewls leaving your mouth.
“You want some of this real cock now or what?” he grunts out impatiently, almost panting like a dog waiting for it’s next command.
“Yes Sir Yes Sir Yes Siiirrr~” you chant, your last word turning into a drawled out moan from him suddenly ripping the dildo out of you, body jolting at the bout of intense friction as he dismantles the make shift strap, dildo falling to the floor with a loud thud, along with the barely audible creaking of leather.
A popping snap echoes the room before the sting washes over the bare skin of your arse, causing you to let out an embarrassingly loud moan.
“Someone liked that huh? Fucking little slut” he coos tauntingly, belittling you and watching all of your dignity go out the window as another whap of the coarse leather lands against your already stinging cheek.
“Yes, yes Sir~” you gasped out, the burn of the impact fuelling your arousal further as he continues landing a few more hits, watching the localised flush grow like wildfire. He gently trails his palms over the stinging trail he created, soothing the burn before flipping you onto your back.
You look at the purple, silk tie laying beside you, interrupting him this time.
“How about you tie me up?” you purr, picking up the strip of soft fabric and letting it loosely hang from your fingers.
“Stand up then.” he commands, tracking your every move as you got off the bed. He roughly turns you around, locking both of your wrists in his hand, tying them together in seconds. That same hand lands on the nape of your neck swiftly turning you back around to face him. He pulls you closer, his lips land on yours, tongue forcibly exploring your mouth and intertwining with yours. Suddenly, you’re pushed down to your knees and made to look up at him, his thumb gently tracing side to side over your chin.
“Fucked yourself up there didn’t ya?” he asked in his usual sly tone.
You’re simply too stunned to speak, your jaw just drops, letting out a shocked huff of pure and utter disbelief. Before you can even say anything, his dick is already down your throat, fucking it relentlessly, not giving a single fuck that you’re choking and desperate for air. You frantically try and pull away, only making him push himself deeper into your gullet.
“You’re tied up now, no getting out of it now, Princess you’re taking this cock down your throat until I decide to stop. Understood?”
He pulls out for you to answer him, the sensation making you gag and gasp for air.
“I understand Sir-” before his cock forces into your mouth, his tip pressing and dragging itself on the back of your throat, pushing far into your gullet. All you can do is take it and look up at him, vision blurred from the tears, saliva dripping from your chin onto the floor and your thighs.
Sgt. Nymphie: I can either end it here, or carry on. up to y’all. enjot ig
Disclaimer: posted without proof read i really cba, ill do it l8er
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