The first time it happens wasn't on purpose, but Ghost spills over your pumping fist with a low desperate groan that makes you pulse between your legs. "Good boy." You file it away, make a mental note that he came without his usual warning.
The second time it happens is on purpose. You're riding him, grinding your hips down against his lap, feeling the rough curls of his hair against your clit. You press your hands against his chest, stare at him with a smile as he hits all the sweetest parts of you and coo out, "Such a good boy for me." Ghost swallows thickly, tips his head back with a shaky breath, and groans out a swear. He doesn't come, but you can feel his cock twitch, can see the way blush blooms down his neck and over his chest. "Does my good boy want to come?" You ask, succor sweet. The hitch in his breath is the only warning you get before he fills you, spills his warm come into you with a low groan and a mumbled apology. You've never heard Ghost mumble before.
You ask him about it, apologize quietly in the morning when he's got an arm slung over his eyes to shield them from the sun streaming in through the windows. "S'fine," He'd grumbled, still half asleep, "liked it. Got my tail waggin'."
The next time you say it is when you wrap his leash tighter around your hand, just to tug the thick leather around his neck as he fucks you like a dog. "Fuck," you drool against the bed, "my good boy." He fucks you so deliriously hard, too hard for the desperation in his voice when he leans over and tells you, "I am. 'M yours."
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''You're such a fucking asshole and—'' Your words are interrupted by a whiny moan when Keegan starts to thrust up, not letting you get distracted by anything despite your rant.
''Yeah? Keep going, baby. Ride this fucking cock.'' You do as he says, getting on your feet to be able to ride him harder and deeper, the tip of his cock hitting your spongy cervix every single time he goes all the way in. One of your hands is on his hard chest for support, while the other one is holding his jaw, keeping his mouth open to hear the downright lewd groans leaving his lips.
''And... annoying. Cocky. Arrogant—'' Each insult is punctuated by you dropping on his cock, walls tightening up even more when you feel him throbbing inside you.
''Horrible.'' You keep ranting about him despite how good he feels inside you, despite the way his fat cock has your lips gripping on him for dear life. He is all of those things and more, but the tension that has been building up to this day was impossible to ignore. You're impaling yourself down on his cock and he's letting you, mouth open slightly ajar and eyes rolling to the back of his head.
''Fuck— yeah?'' He finds the energy to speak despite the way you're destroying his cock, not even thrusting up anymore and simply letting you do all the work. His hand trails up your spine, grasping at the hair on the back of your neck and keeping your head in place, letting you ride his cock despite his rough hold.
His hand lets go only to slap your face, making you ride faster despite the stinging pain. What a fucking asshole. It doesn't take long for you to return the favor, hand coming up to slap the annoying smirk off of his face— and it works shortly, he looks shocked at getting slapped back, yet pure amusement is soon written all over his annoyingly handsome face, seeing it as a challenge.
You know you fucked up when his calloused hands grasp your waist, holding you in place before using his strength to switch positions, now on top of you. His cock thrusts even deeper like this, hitting your cervix over and over at an almost punishing pace.
''Acting like a fucking bitch all day—'' He groans out, words interrupted by the sharp hiss leaving his lips at the way your pussy tightens more around his cock. He looks down at your lips, leaning closer while managing to keep his brutal thrusts.
''Open that fucking mouth, baby.'' You obey, too fucked out to even think much about it. You're barely able to register the way he spits into your mouth before kissing you, tongues wrapping around the other in a disgusting mess of spit. His hand comes up to grope your tit, fingers squeezing and pulling on the nipple every few seconds as he kisses you, ignoring the way your mixed spit is dripping down the corners of your lips.
The air is heavy with the smell of sex and the sounds of your muffled moans, his grip on your body bruising, fingers digging into your skin as he fucks you with an almost animalistic hunger. He doesn't stop making out with you even when his thrusts become even more brutal, spilling into you with a final, deep thrust. His hot white cum filling you up only makes your body tense up, riding out your orgasms together before he collapses on top of you, his weight keeping you pinned to the bed.
''Get off of me, fatass.'' Your protests go ignored, the asshole only making himself even heavier on top of you even when you try your best to get him off.
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Oh to hold Simon's face gently and tell him how good he is. He's a good boy. Your good boy.
It knocks him into that soft space every time you do it. He can have you by the neck, your ankles by his ears, and your sweet screams filling the house. He can growl and spit in your mouth and tell you what a good little whore you are. He can smack your ass and tell you how good you look split open on his cock. As soon as those two words leave your mouth he's gone.
"Good boy," it's worse when you repeat it, "my good boy."
He can't hold up under that sort of pressure, shaking and trying not to come inside you as soon as those words drip down his spine. His hips stutter as you reach to hold his face, as you coo and sweet talk him. "You're so good for me, fuck me so well, my pretty Simon, my good boy." He hangs his head, feels the shiver of his shoulders, turns and kisses your palm, blurry eyed and unfocused. He leans down close, blankets you with soft pleas, presses his face to your neck as you wrap your arms around his chest and whisper your honeyed words in his ear. He fucks you shallow and impossibly deep, grinds his cock into you, back and forth until you're shaking under him.
It's almost as bad laying in bed after, when you force him to look at you, when you hold him so softly it may as well burn, when you tell him what a good job he did. God you twist the knife like no one else, you know exactly where to hit him so it hurts and keeps hurting. "All mine," you tell him, "mine to love and care for, my perfect boy, my good boy."
Yours, he tries to say, but it comes out, "More." And you call him baby.
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Retailer: Now, I have to warn you - previous owners of this home have reporting seeing a ghost. A bride from what I've heard. I'm sure you don't believe in such things, but it would have been rude of me not to inform you.
Yan: Hm... I am not one for roommates, but it is such a lovely home I will find a way to send her to her final resting place.
Retailer: Actually, the bride has been described as an attractive young male.
Yan:
Yan: Will I be able to sign the paperwork today?
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Ghost Bride Darling: Who....is here... Those lights...ahhh
[Yan sits at the dinner table in front of an spirit board - romantic candle lights strung all across the room]
Yan: Darling! You've finally come to join me for dinner. You look even more ravishing than your obituary showed you to be.
Ghost Bride Darling: I...am a man. Can I still be... your wife?
Yan: In that dress?? You could be my executioner and I'd view you all the same~
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simon says*
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He didn't like the idea at first. It seemed to him just like a regular childish game, but when you told him it was horny simon says, the glint in his eyes was unmistakable.
"Horny, you say?"
"Hmm, you can say anything, that begins with Simon says, and since you're Simon, I have to listen"
He nods, gulping down. This should be fun.
"Simon says, unbutton your shirt"
You oblige, unbuttoning it till the front of your chest and your pink lace bra is visible.
"Simon says, stand up"
You were sat on the bed, and get up quickly, standing beside the bed.
"Simon says walk to the table"
You do, walking to the table you have at the side of the room for your work. You face him, and he smirks.
"Simon says turn around"
You do. Easy.
"Simon says bend over"
It's getting interesting.
You bend over quickly, and since the skirt you're wearing is too short for your own good, it rides up.
"Open your hair"
Your hands jerk, almost listening to what he said, and you realize quickly it didn't begin with simon says.
"Good girl"
You can hear him get up, the bed creaks beneath him. He walks to you, smoothening his hands on your ass.
"Simon says spread your pretty legs"
You do, and you can feel him pull your skirt down, till it pools at your ankles.
"Simon says hands behind your back"
You do, and he pulls your panties to the side, revealing your cunt, which is glistening with wetness.
"Remove your panties"
You keep your hands where they are, and he grabs your ass, pulling them down till they're above your skirt.
"Good at listening to orders, aren't you?"
You blush, feeling him unzipping his pants.
"Simon says spread your lips apart, open them to take daddy's cock"
Your heartbeat rises, but you listen quickly, reaching your shaking hands and spreading yourself apart for him. To take him in.
"Good. Look, so wet for me"
His cold hands makes contact with your folds, and you shiver. He pushes a finger inside, making you bite your lip.
"Yeah, that's it, all nice and warm"
His self-control is reeling on the edge, and you can feel it. He pulls his cock out, the length throbbing, leaking precum.
His one hand strokes himself lazily, while the other fingers your tight pussy. It's so hard to stay bent over at the edge of the table, while his finger is making you feel so good. Your legs are shaking, but he doesn't seem to care.
His cock lines up, and he pulls out his finger, spreading your wetness all over his cock, which it will soon be drenched in.
He pushes in with ease, the stretch making you cry out. His hands find your ponytail, and he grabs it, pulling your head back as he pushes into the hilt.
"You're gonna get fucked so good"
He promises and begins his rough pace. His balls smacking with your ass with each thrust in, your moans and cry filling the room as he grunts continuously with how good your warm heat feels.
"So fucking good. Tight and warm"
He spanks your ass, hard. Your eyes fall shut, the sting of it spreading all over, making your toes curl.
"You're gonna cum?"
He asks, as he feels you hushing around him. There's so much wetness dripping down to the floor, it's embarresing. His hand finds your clit-red and swollen-and he begins to rub experienced circles on it while you fall apart around his cock.
"Come for me, then, who's stopping you?"
You do, and it's so good. Your tight walls squeeze him hard, his cock twitching as he feels a rush of wetness escapes you, with your orgasm.
"Jesus, fuck. Who knew you're so horny for me, huh? Could've played this months ago if I knew this made you so wet, listening to my orders? Doing exactly what you're told?"
You're too fucked out to reply. The orgasm was incredible, but the overstimulation makes your pussy tingle.
"Simon, it's too much-"
He stops, his girth inside you, making your mouth fall open. He pulls your head up, asking, "Do you want me to stop?"
You don't, because it feels so fucking good. You feel like you're going to burst.
"No-it feels good, but I'm so close and I feel like I'll burst-"
"You won't burst. You're going to squirt all over my cock, and then you're gonna clean it up with that pretty mouth of yours, understand?"
You nod, and he resumes. Fucking you deep and hard and fast. Each thrust feels like heaven, and you grip the edges of the table, as another orgasm washes over. You definitely squirt, and there's wetness everywhere.
There's so much of it-his cock twitches. But he doesn't want to cum. Yet.
"Good girl. Good fucking girl. Yeah, give it to me, baby. Give me all you got. That's it-squeezing me so good. What-what did I do to deserve you?"
He's rambling, his moans mixed with your name as he praises you for being a good girl. Soon, he's pulling himslef out, and you get up, legs shaking, as you get down on your knees, and take him in your hand.
You pump him hard and fast, and as soon as he twicthes, you take him in your mouth.
"Fuck...-I', coming, I-"
He grabs your head, guiding you as he leaks inside your mouth. You stroke the base of his cock and massage his balls, till he has given you all he has-your mouth full as he watches you gulp it down.
"Fuck, so hot-you can't just do that and expect me to not get hard again"
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