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bumblebeesfromvenus · 3 months

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TF141 getting a boudoir photo album as a wedding gift ♡

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A/N: THIS WAS SO FUN!!! Great, absolutely phenomal idea, dear anon. Simon's part is very sappy (I cried) which might be ooc for him?? Idk, that's how I write him/interpret his character! :) let me know who's your favorite 👀

~Fi 🐝

《Warnings》: NSFW content. proceed with caution. PiV, creampie, cunnilingus, Johnny's oral fixation (yes, that is a warning.)

It's still very sweet and lovey dovey with all of them bc I'm a certified sap <3

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John would be grinning and smirking like a proper idiot when he lays his eyes on those delectable photos of you.

I imagine you had a date night at home, sipping wine on the couch and talking about your wedding that's supposed to take place in only 3 days. He's telling you how he can't wait to see you in your wedding dress and slip that ring onto your finger.

Sneaky bastard.

Be prepared to he called Mrs. Price the days leading up to the big day. John excuses it with:

"Need to practice, love. Don't wanna mess it up in front of anyone, eh?"

He knows what he's doing, you know what he's doing, all is well because if he only knew what that did to you. You're just talking, trying to get the nerves out now so you can go into your wedding with a clear mind and have a good time. When you tell him you have a gift for him, his eyebrows almost overshoot his forehead. Yeah, he knew that was a thing some people did, but he never gave it another thought.

In all honesty, marrying you was the best gift he could ever get. Which is why he feels slightly guilty that he doesn't have one for you (at least that's what you see, internally he's crushed) but that all goes out the window when you sit back down with a sleek beige photo album that has a little romantic quote on the front.

What he doesn't expect, however, is the angelic image of your plush body on full display, draped over a velvet chaise lounge with layered pearl necklaces hanging from your neck. This man is shell-shocked. If he wasn't frozen in place, he would've snapped the book shut.

"And what's this, doll, hm?"

His heart feels warm and fuzzy, thinking these are some lovely pictures of you together on holidays you went on, casual trips to the local pub or just some domestic shots you managed to sneak during his leave.

You can basically see the connections to his brain frying. His jaw slacks, and only after what feels like 10 minutes he regains his ability to think and close his mouth. John is sweating and his cock is rock hard as he flips through the remaining pages.

He shoots you the occasional glance while he's trying not to hyperventilate. You just sit back and savor your wine, trying to hide your laugh behind the rim of your glass. You'd expected a reaction, of course, but you didn't think you'd render the John Price speechless just from a few suggestive photographs of you.

But what absolutely breaks the camels back (or John's, in this case) is the last picture of you. You're kneeling, slightly leaned back and supported by your arms, with one of his Flannels covering your soft tits. That alone would've been enough to drive him crazy, but the sight of his old dogtags sitting against your sternum has him groaning out loud.

The only other thing covering you is a simple pair of lace panties, cupping the soft curve and rolls of your tummy so beautifully, John was ready to take a bit out of that damn page.

He nearly misses the inscription underneath the photo;

To my John; the love of my life, the man of my dreams,

I love you.

You hold my heart and you will forever.

May I be so lucky to find my place in the stars by your side when the time comes, so we'll never have to be apart.

With all my love,

Mrs. Price

And that does it. The album snaps shut and you barely have time to put down your wine glass before John is all over you, taking handfuls of you, whatever he can reach. With how fast he smashes his lips on yours, he nearly gives you whiplash.

He's tugging and pulling at your clothes as well as his own, not saying a thing, just hungrily swallowing every one of your sounds and giggled objections before he decides the couch is uncomfortable and he moves you to the bedroom. You're hoisted up without a warning and you cling to his neck. Immediately, worried words start spilling from your lips, remembering how he'd complained about a sore back just today;

"John, baby, your back-"

"I don't give a flying fuck about my back, love."

He's heaving and grunting like a fucking animal, he's downright feral. Despite all of that, you're still laid down gently on the bed, John would never, ever be reckless with you. But he needs to be inside you now, he'll actually lose his mind.

Usually, he'd spent hours between your thighs first, but he just can't wait. He's pounding you into another dimension but with such gentleness in his gestures, it makes your head spin.

He's holding your hand, breathing sweet praises into your ear despite him filling you to the brim. His urge to claim you goes haywire and he fills you with his cum multiple times before he's sane enough again.

He's covered in sweat and his beard is wet from your spit from all the sloppy kisses he gave you. John will definitely make it up to you and eat you out for as long as you want after.

He'll make a copy of one of the photos and take it with him when he's on deployment, just for the nights he's feeling lonely.

His wedding gift to you are the hickeys on your thighs and tummy and new sheets because you two tore the other ones to absolute shreds.

♥︎

Johnny would probably have a boudoir album for you, too. You get at least one shirtless pic a day, so a whole album of his body on display or in suggestive poses basically screams Johnny. He's already drooling the second he spots that book because he knows what it is and that he's in for a treat.

He's buzzing with excitment.

You never really send nudes for privacy reasons, and then for you to do something like this hit him like a truck in the best way possible. You're standing opposite from him behind the kitchen counter, and you look so nervous to him.

Cue his signature shit-eating grin. You tap your fingers on the dark blue album before having enough of your nerves and just sliding it over to him with a few mumbled words of what it is.

"Awe, for me, mo leannan?" He's a teasing bastard, and he chuckles when you huff and turn your head, obviously flustered. Johnny is legit licking his lips, but when he opens the book, his grin fades so fast.

He knew it would be good, but holy shit, this was so much better than he expected. His pupils dilate as he takes in each of the pictures of you, all of you, all your curves and bumps.

Everything he loves about you. God, you're such a woman, he thinks to himself. Some with lingerie, some without. He's full on drooling at this point, and the only reason why he roughly wipes it away with the back of his hand is to not get it on these sacred images.

He smirks at the picture of you in a tub, all soapy, with pebbled nipples. An obvious dig at his nickname, but, god, does your ass look amazing when it's covered in a thin layer of bubbles. He loves lathering you up in the shower and feeling you up while you're all wet and slippery.

"Good thing I can hold my breath, aye, hen? Might even try to set a new personal record." He's grinning and chuckling meanwhile you give him a sharp glare. You can't deny that the idea intrigues you, though.

But this, oh, this one was him swallowing thickly. It's you in very sheer panties (they're barely even underwear) and his name patch is sewn onto the front. Your hair looks so nice, so do your thighs, he doesn't know whether to look at your eyes or your tits. The button on his jeans is about to pop off from his throbbing boner.

He can't take his eyes off that 'MacTavish' patch that sits right on your lower belly, with the slight curve it has to it from your soft tummy.

Johnny has to hold himself back from gripping the book too hard. He wouldn't want to ruin it.

"Steamin' bloody Jesus, bonnie..."

The album is shut and tucked under his arm, and Johnny jumps over the counter to get his hands on you. Or his mouth, more like. He has a huge oral fixation, so he loves sucking and biting on every inch of your skin. You're pushed back into the bedroom, even though you end up on the floor, and the book is thrown onto the bed.

He rips your shirt up and sucks at your tits and nipples, groaning and moaning at the taste of your skin, all while he's rubbing his clothes cock against your leg. You end up on your hands and knees with one of Johnny's hands on your lowerback while his face is buried in your cunt.

He's eating you out like he's been starved for years, and his stubble is already starting to irritate the skin of your thighs and ass.

You'll have the worst case of beard burn in the morning, but how could you care about that when his tongue is so deep inside of you?

Remember when I said he'd have a boudoir album too? Yeah, now you're in between his legs, your back pressed to his chest with Johnny's album in your shaky hands. And the way your engagement ring catches the dim light of the room has your eyes rolling back.

And Jesus christ, Johnny looks fucking phenomal. You clench around his fingers hard, and he doesn't even have to pull his head from your neck to know what photo you're looking at.

He's smirking and grinning like the ceshire cat, knowing that the image of him in a kilt with no shirt one is gracing your field of vision right about now.

"Ah knew ye'd like tha' one, bonnie..."

Johnny's cooing in your ear, telling you to keep looking at the pictures while he's knuckle deep in your pussy. His bare dick is pressed against your ass and you can feel him rocking his hips to get off.

He's mumbling all kinds of gibberish into your ear, but one of the few things you can make out is "mo bhean"* which pushes you over the edge. You won't be leaving that bed anytime soon.

*(My wife)

♥︎

Kyle is such a sweetheart. I've said it before, and I will say it again, he's such a cutie pie!!! But that doesn't mean he can't or won't get nasty.

He'd offered to make lunch, which was delicious as always, and now you're chatting casually about your day at your dining table. Your fingers are laced together, and he's wearing the biggest smile because all he can think of is how he gets to marry you in just a few days.

He's over the moon. He can't wait to see you walk down the aisle, say your vows to each other, and overall have a great time with all your friends and family.

But the thing Kyle is looking forward the most is the honeymoon. He'll have you to himself for 2 whole weeks and he's stoked. He can't wait to treat you to nice things, love on you, but he's the most excited to fuck you as your husband.

He may look sweet and 'innocent' but this man can fuck, okay. And he fucks well. He knows every little spot that has you mewling and he's so good at using them for his gain.

Kyle will fuck you into the mattress in the Hotel you booked, he's already made up his mind about that, but he wants to absolutely melt your brain by being so loving whole doing it that you can't help but cry out for him.

He has heart eyes at this point, watching you talk about all that happened today and he only snaps out of his dream world when you present the deep red album to him with a sweet smile.

He's got a hunch of what it is so there's a hint of a smirk on his lips. Still, he almost gets whiplash when he opens it.

There's no easing into it, just straight up tits, ass and tummy. And let me tell you, Kyle is loving every second of it. It's no secret that he loves your chub, and that fact that it's extenuated so beautifully in every shot makes his heart and his cock happy. He's a very balanced man after all.

He comments on every single photo because he think it's endearing how you get all flustered and giggly from his compliments.

One picture that has him taking a second, though, is one where you have a lacy band tied around your thigh, with a little golden 'Kyle' charm hanging from it. He's all smiley and giddy, but he does try to discreet adjust his trousers because, holy shit, that's hot.

"Have you still got that, dove? Would love to see it tied around your pretty neck."

All you answer is that he'll have to be patient and wait till the wedding night to find out. He's laughing and teasing now, but just what till you get to the last page, Gazy.

And the way his smile just melts off his face is priceless. His gaze is flitting between you on the page and you sitting across from him with a shot eating grin. All the blood that drained from his face went straight to his dick.

Not only are you wearing a set of lingerie in his favorite color, but you've got his iconic pair of sunglasses hooked on the center of your bra. And that's not all either, his eyes travel upwards and his base cap is sat on your head and you've got that beautiful smile of yours on your face.

He makes an audible noise, one that indicates you took his breath away, when he takes in the whole picture.

"How in hell did you manage to snatch my hat and my glasses from right under my nose?!"

"Skilled hands, babe."

He's laughing at you breathlessly because he's still enarmoured by the sight of you.

And Kyle will absolutely whisk you away and fuck you stupid in front of your bedroom mirror while you're wearing his hat.

It makes him feral, seeing you like that. He's got both of his arms wrapped around your middle and he's panting into your shoulder. He does look up from time to time to see your blissed out face all while still wearing his cap.

He lets out a strained moan everytime he looks at you in the mirror and his hips stutter ever so slightly.

Kyle is just spewing jumbled words of love because he's genuinely so happy. You make him so happy.

He honestly can't wait to give you your wedding gift. It's a little booklet filled with poems or quotes that reminded him of you, or of how you make him feel. And it will make you cry when he reads them to you.

Definitely not because he'll be ballsdeep inside of you while doing so...

♥︎

Simon, Simon, Simon.... first of all, he's completely blindsided by this. And he hasn't got a fucking clue what's in that black book you hand him one night when you're cuddling in bed.

There's just a giant question mark above his head. When you tell him it's a wedding gift, he goes silent and just looks at that album in his hands.

He never really got gifts, which obviously changed since he's been with you, but he's still not used to it. You're so thoughtful. And sweet. And kind, and perfect and-

he turns his head to you when you softly call his name and if you notice the slight sheen of tears in his big brown eyes, you don't mention it. You just encourage him to open the book. And when he does, a small huff and gentle smile leave him because how are you so perfect?

Yes, all of the pictures are all filthy, but they're all radiating of love and softness, and he can't get over it. How are you so soft? Simon can't get enough of you. You mess up his emotions in ways he never thought possible, and he can't help that his heart starts beating twice as fast.

That you did this for him means more than you could ever fathom, and he'll treasure this album until his end. He absent mindedly reaches for your hand as he flips through the pages, trying to tell you thank you when his words fail him, like they did so many times before with you.

He comes across a shot of your neck, a black leather collared fasten around it with a little silver skull charm. It makes him smile just a bit. He knows just how much meaning is behind it.

That you love him. All of him, which includes the Ghost. In cursive, 'Riley' is written right above your heart, and he gives your hand a squeeze.

Although you love the Ghost because it's a part of him, you've shown him that it's not all he is. That Simon is enough. That he should give Simon a chance and that he's not incapable anymore, like he was as a little boy. Ghost is sort of a protector of Simon, something not many people know, that's why he wears the mask outside of duty too. To shield himself.

But as much as the Ghost's service is appreciated, Simon can handle himself now. The Ghost will forever be with him, but so will you, and you'll wipe his bloody hands with a smile. You've shown him that you accept Ghost just as much as you accept Simon, and that means the world to him.

He sniffles ever so quietly, and you lean your head against his shoulder, pressing a kiss to his cheek. He moves on, gently turning the pages, and as much as his heart is touched by your kind gesture of this album, that doesn't stop his cock from stirring. It's pictures of your naked form, after all.

He loves every single inch of you and he's told you and shown you so many times, kissed all your insecurities away and took your mind off any bad thoughts about yourself by fucking you so well and lovingly to the point of tears.

Never, in a million years, had he expected you to return these efforts. You kissed all his scars and held him softly when reassuring any doubts he had. That's when he truly and fully fell in love with you.

He can feel himself getting hotter with every passing image of your soft body bent in different positions and clad in delicate garments, if any.

The best for last, as always, and it's a picture of you kneeling in front of a mirror, completely nude. A picture of Simon in full military regalia is tapped to the mirror and it's surrounded by a bunch of hearts drawn on with lipstick.

His name is written under the picture in your handwriting, and he can see you holding a lipstick, in the middle of finishing another heart. His breath hitches just for a split second.

He swears he'll burn this photo into the back of his eyelids.

It shows him just how great and raw your love for him is, and it makes him all fuzzy on the inside. The text at the bottom finishes it all off, and he's actively holding back tears, overwhelmed by so many feelings for you.

Dear Husband,

We're flawed; but that's how I like us. You're you, and I'm me, and I wouldn't change it for the world. You've made me a better version of myself, and that makes me love you so much more. I'm so proud of you, Simmy.

Love,

Your wife

"Thank you, my love. Thank you for this, and for loving me and for everything you've done for me. I love you"

His words are soft and painfully honest as he gently sets the album aside. You've made him a better man. A better Simon. A happier Simon. A Simon that's slowly starting to heal.

It starts off with a soft kiss that slowly turns more desperate and needy to the point you're gently being pushed back onto the bed, your clothes are discarded, and Simon absolutely worships you. He kisses every inch he can reach and touching you in all the ways he knows you like.

And, yeah, Simon can be rough and fuck you stupid for hours, but tonight, he just wants to feel close to you, and make you feel as good as you make him feel by simply loving him. He's talking you through it, holding you while he makes sure you take every inch of his cock.

His strokes are slow and deep, just like his love for you, and he revels in the way your eyes roll back each time he slides into you to the hilt. The drag of his dick against your walls has you moaning and whining, and when he presses down on your pudgy lower belly to intensify the sensation, you're putty.

You two fuck the whole night like this, no matter how sensitive you are, you need to be close to each other.

And in the morning, he'll wake you up with his face buried in your pussy because he's out of his sappy mood and his only goal now is to absolutely ruin you.

♡

Bonus: I can totally see Simon giving his dad the biggest middle finger known to man all the way in hell when he's standing by the altar on your wedding day. It just screams: 'fuck you, stupidly bastard. Despite all you've done to me and my family, despite all that's happened, I've persevered. I've overcome it all. Look at me now.'

Right after he's smiling up at the sky, knowing that his mum and brother are watching and that they would've loved you just as much as he does <3

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I hope you enjoyed!! I love all my boys <3

(If you find any typos, it's 2.am. give me a break pls)

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toji-girl · 14 days

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lavender and vanilla | fuckboy! k. bakugo x fem reader

synopsis: Katsuki is a certified cherry chaser and you just happen to fall right on his radar, but you're not what you seem like.

wc: 845

tags: 18+ ONLY content + explicit smut: minors and empty blogs DNI + not beta read + Katsuki is a fuckboy + everyone is in college and 21+ in age!

Katsuki leaned forward absentmindedly playing with the hem of your skirt inhaling the cheap perfume you sprayed on earlier in hopes to impress him but after being with so many girls it all smells the same, like lavender and vanilla the most two annoying scents that women could choose.

Every single one that’s been right where you are smells like the last and looks like it too, the makeup they slathered on thinking that it would catch the older guy’s attention but that’s not what caught Katsuki’s attention.

Instead it was that air of innocence that seemed to follow you around heavy and annoying like you he thought as he spread your legs, a scoff left his mouth when he saw your cotton baby blue panties. “Of course you’d wear something like this.” He said tracing the outline of your pussylips with his finger tip, on instinct you tried to shut your legs but Katsuki stopped.

He looked up at you while grabbing your skirt tucking it in the band to keep it from falling.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You asked feeling him pull your panties to the side, his gaze felt hot and uncomfortable and while you are a vigin, this was not the first time you had a man between your legs.

“You have such a pretty little pussy.”

His words didn’t come as a shock because it is Katsuki Bakugo after all but hearing him say that about you hit a spot inside that was better left alone.

“Oh, did I make little Miss. Goody Two Shoes smile?”

“You wish,” You replied crossing your arms over your chest opening your legs for him again, “cotton panties are comfortable by the way and not every girl wears thongs or g-strings.”

“Bummer, I think you’d look good in a g-string and some pasties or something.” He laughed snapping the band of your underwear against your groin.

“I could say the same Bakugo, especially hot pink pasties.” You quipped with a sneer that made his cock swell, maybe you weren’t so innocent.

He only does one thing with girls when he hangs out with them and once he caught wind that you were a virgin his advances did not go unnoticed, his teasing and flirting became an everyday thing then soon the accidental touches that left both of you wanting more but you wouldn’t admit that you crushed on Katsuki when half the campus does too.

It wouldn’t be a good idea to get involved with him but this is what he deserves after months of back and forth with the teasing and flirting and the countless nights he’d text you asking if your up, and of course you would just ignore him and his player ways of getting in your panties until now.

You watched with an arched brow as Katsuki hooked his thumbs in your panties slowly pulling them down, a hint of a smug smile on the sexy bastards face made you want to tug on his hair but instead you watched him with wide eyes lean forward with his tongue out ready to taste you but instead you stopped him pressing the heel of your palm against his forehead, “Don’t use your tongue, who knows where it's been?” You told him.

He laughed and pouted playfully, “But you look so good.” He whined, thumbing your lips apart to rub your clit sending a zap of pleasure through you which only intensified when Katsuki pressed harder while prodding your tight hole with a slicked up finger.

“So it's true, you’re a virgin, huh?”

“Your favorite.” Came your answer making Katsuki chuckle again.

“You sure got some attitude don’t you?”

Before you could answer he slid his finger insid. “Just like I thought, so tight and wet. Why haven’t you let some poor sap fuck you yet?” He husked, watching your cunt glisten under the dim artifical light of the lamp.

“I thought that’s what I was doing?”

He shook his head and picked up the pace of his finger slowly adding another one feeling his cock harden listeing to the lewd way your pussy took him, your toes curled in your shoes as you held on the sheets feeling Katsuki curl his finger rubbing against the patch of nerves that Katsuki knows drives every girl crazy so he did it again and again watching your eyes roll in the back of your head.

“If you feel this pleasure just from my fingers imagine my cock.” He groaned reaching down to palm at himself just as you squirted shocking Katsuki.

With a smile you got off his bed fixing your skirt, “Woah, where are you going?” He asked, still stunned. His cock so hard he was sure it was going to explode, you giggled and patted Katsuki’s head.

“Oh, that’s so cute Bakugo. You thought I would willingly give you my virginity? Have you heard the saying, ‘You lay with dogs you’ll get fleas’? That’s why I won’t sleep with you.” He watched you leave feeling like you could take over the world.

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gravehags · 9 months

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some know it lovingly

Pairing: Phantom x f!Reader

Rating: Explicit

18+ ONLY MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Tags: phantom being a certified Good Boy, oral m!receiving, titty fucking, reader is having some concerning thoughts, Phantom is hypermobile

Words: 2,642

Summary: What a sweetheart that Phantom is. But you know all too well what sweetness can hide.

a/n: TITTY FUCKIN and FEELINGS

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You untangle yourself from Sunshine’s grip as quietly as possible, not wishing to disturb her. She’s still softly snoring when you locate your robe but by the time you put it on she’s got one eye on you, the other obscured by her pillow.

“So you just hit and run, huh?” she says in a sleepy voice.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, coming back over to kiss her on the forehead, “I’ve got duties in Papa’s office today and I can’t stay.”

Pouting, she grabs your arms and yanks you back down to the comfort of the bed. Wrapping her arms around you tight she squeezes and lets out a yawn.

“Don’t go,” she murmurs into your hairline, “please.”

There’s a tenderness in her voice that makes your stomach do a flip and your heart ache. How could you possibly leave her behind after that? At the same time…you don’t want to earn Papa’s ire, although he is far more easy going than some of the other retired papas. Maybe he’ll forgive you if you’re a few hours late…

“I’ll text him,” Sunshine says, seemingly sensing your worries, “he can’t say no to us.”

You scoff lightly. “Oh yeah? And why is that?”

“Because he’s a sap,” she grins before stifling another yawn, “he only wants what’s best for his ghouls. The siblings too.”

“Does he…” you ask tentatively, pulling back slightly from her embrace, “does he know about…um…me and the ghouls?”

Your face flushes as Sunshine looks at you peculiarly.

“What do you mean?” she says softly. You feel stupid for even bringing it up.

“Nevermind,” you say, returning to her arms. An uneasiness settles in your belly thinking about what exactly it is you mean to the ghouls. You are aware of how you feel and while they have been affectionate…what if it was just an act? What if after you’ve been with all of them they disappear from your life, their interest in you gone now that they have gotten what they want? Sunshine rubs circles into your back and while it’s comforting, your anxiety will not let you return to sleep.

—

A week later found you in the kitchen, putting groceries away. You’re taking oranges out of the bag when you spy someone out of the corner of your eye lurking in the doorway. A slender, dark haired ghoul with a pretty face stands there, fidgeting with his hands.

“Hey, Phantom,” you say with a smile, charmed by his clear nervousness.

“Hi,” he says, stepping into the kitchen, “Are you busy? If you’re busy I can come back.”

You laugh a little, setting down the carton of milk you’re holding.

“I’m just puttering,” you say, crossing your arms and leaning against the fridge. “What’s up?”

“Nothing. Nothing I just um…” he’s closer to you now, only a handful of feet away, and his tail twitches behind him. “Wanted to tell you you’re really pretty.”

The words come out in a rush and you blink several times, watching a flush creep across his cheeks.

“Oh! That’s…thank you,” you’re blushing as hard as he is at this point, “you’re so sweet. You came all the way down here to tell me that?” When you reach out to lightly grab his bicep he lets out a sigh and practically melts into your touch.

“Been thinking about doing it for a while,” he confesses, rubbing the spot on his arm your hand just left. “I’m not very good at this. Dewdrop makes fun of me because I haven’t really talked to you and I know you’re…special to the ghouls.”

Special.

His apprehension warms your heart and you smile at him once more.

“Tell Dew to get fucked next time he gives you shit, please.” When he lets out a laugh and his shoulders relax, you know you’re on the right track.

“Why don’t you help me put the rest of these groceries away and then we’ll sit and talk, yeah?”

He nods eagerly, and begins handing you items to put away.

The conversation that follows goes well into the night.

–

The next time you meet up with Phantom, it’s in the ghouls’ practice room. He invites you there to hang out - and maybe show off to you a little, you think as you watch his long fingers slide over the fretboard with finesse. Whatever his intention is, it’s working and you find yourself eyeing the movement of his hands with a fire in your belly. On the whole he’s calmed down around you but you’ve seen the way his gaze lingers on the low, curved neckline of your habit. Whenever you catch him looking you lean forward a little, slightly pushing your chest out and you thrill in the way his mouth hangs open and his fingers twitch. You repeat the action now and smile a little when his fingers slip while playing.

“Phantom,” you begin quietly. “Can I ask you something?”

“Y-yes,” he says, setting the guitar down and rubbing his hands on his knees.

“Do you know what I’ve been doing with the other ghouls?”

He flushes deeply and avoids your eyes. “Uh…yeah. Swiss and Dewdrop like to talk about it. Talk about how…” he clears his throat, “sweet you are. How good you feel.”

You nod thoughtfully. This isn’t new information to you, but you remind yourself to have a stern talk with the two aforementioned ghouls.

“And…do you want me like that?” you ask, scooting closer to him so your knee touches his.

“Yes,” he says quietly, ears burning. “Satan, yes but I…I didn’t want to be presumptive or anything.”

You’re deeply touched by his respect for you, in addition to being moved to action. When you gently put a hand on his thigh he spreads his legs and reveals the tent in his trousers.

“Phantom,” you say, “dear Phantom. What a good boy you are.”

You watch as the words make his hips buck upwards and he lets out a little moan. Clenching your thighs together you reach out to stroke his cheek and turn his face towards you.

“Kiss me,” you whisper and he’s on you like lightning, pulling you over to straddle his lap. You grind down on his clothed cock before he presses his lips to yours, sliding a hand up your back. You’re just as eager as he is, delighting in how smoothly his tongue slips against yours. You fist his dark hair, sliding your fingers up to rub at the base of his horns and he lets out a long, low moan. So you do it again, swallowing the sounds he makes with your sloppy kisses. When you pull away from him, he lets out a pathetic little whine but when he sees you slide to your knees between his legs his jaw drops. Spreading his thighs, you lean forward and nuzzle against his bulge, delighting when he thrusts against you. Idly you mouth at his cock, already noting the growing wet spot on the front of his pants. When you reach up to unfasten his button and zipper, he eagerly lifts his ass up and shimmies his pants down his hips. With teasing slowness, you expose his cock to the cool air of the room, admiring the deep red of the tip and the precum already dripping and sliding down the shaft. You look up at him and smile at the way his eyes are scrunched shut in pleasure and you haven’t even touched him yet.

“Hey,” you murmur, rubbing your cheek on the inside of his thigh, “Phantom. Look at me, honey.”

Ever obedient, his eyes fly open and his breathing becomes ragged as he takes in the view of you on your knees before him. You keep looking up at him from under your lashes as you place a sweet kiss on the tip. The action makes his whole body shudder, and when you lick experimentally at the pre beaded in his slit he keens. Gently you wrap your hand around his veined shaft and lean in to slide your lips over the head. Suckling at the tip for a few moments, you see Phantom’s hands white knuckling the chair out of your periphery. Still with the head of his cock resting on your tongue, you take one of his clenched hands and guide it into your hair. You pull off him for a moment and look at him fondly.

“I’ve never done this before,” you say with a small smile, “tell me what feels good, okay?”

His mouth forms the words the first time but nothing comes out so he nods instead. You return your focus back to his swollen cock and once again wrap your lips around the tip. Slowly, you bob your head, taking more of him in with each movement. This is so different to anything you’ve experienced so far - sure you had Cumulus’ strap in your mouth but it’s so very different to the hot flesh currently pumping in and out of you. Phantom’s fingers tighten in your hair, but he doesn’t move to guide you and instead is content to simply have something of you to hold on to. When you hollow your cheeks and suck, his hips buck wildly into your mouth, causing you to gag lightly. He’s apologizing profusely from above you but in response you do it again. And again. Your eyes are watering and lips burn from the stretch as you manage to take all of him in your mouth, your nose brushing against the dark curls at his base.

“Fuck, baby,” he whines, his grip on your hair almost painful, “you look so good taking all of me like that.”

It’s the filthiest he’s been so far and you’re suddenly spurred on to make even more lewd things fall from his lips. You begin to pull off him, suck hard on the head, then slide your mouth back down to take all of him. You’re stuck in the rhythm of the act for a while before Phantom cries out.

“Stop! Stop please…”

Perplexed, you pull off of him and look at him with concern.

“Phantom? Did I do something wrong?”

He chuffs out a pathetic little laugh and hunches over himself, placing his hands on your cheeks to meet your gaze.

“Sweetheart…will you let me do something?”

You’re intrigued, to say the least.

“Yeah of course, what is it?”

He lets out another delirious little laugh and slides his thumb over your swollen lips.

“I want…I wanna fuck your tits. Please.”

Oh. Oh. When your mouth falls open he takes the opportunity to slip his thumb inside and press against your tongue. You smile around his fingers as you suckle on the digit lightly before pulling away.

“Fuck yes, Phantom.”

In a flash, he’s standing and gesturing for you to lie flat on your back. Smoothly, he straddles you and jerks down the front of your habit and your bralette in one swift gesture. When his eyes land on your bare breasts you feel his cock twitch against your belly. Sliding his body up to position himself, you watch his eyes roll back as he grabs at you to cradle his dick between them.

“Look so good like this,” he breathes, running his thumbs over your hardened nipples. “So fucking good for me, just like the others said.”

You reach your hands up to press your breasts together and his hips begin to jerk forward in a steady rhythm.

“How long have you wanted me like this?” you ask, a grin curling your lips as he fucks you.

“Forever,” he moans, “since I was summoned and I saw you with the others. Something about you. So pretty. So perfect.”

You’re content to lie there and take him, leaning forward every once in a while to graze the head of him with the tip of your tongue. Suddenly he pauses his thrusting and reaches a hand backwards behind him to hitch your habit up and expose your cunt.

“What are you doing?” you ask, hands still squeezing your breasts. He tosses you a wicked little grin before sliding his hand down the front of your underwear. “Isn’t that uncomfortable?”

“Nah,” he says simply, “I’m real bendy. Don’t want to neglect you, baby.”

When his fingers dip into your slick and begin to circle your clit, your loud moan makes his hips jut forward. Suddenly the two of you are in a rhythm as he fucks your chest and fingers your clit at the same time. His body is contorted but he doesn’t seem to mind as his thrusts become faster. His fingers are moving deftly against you and you arch your back into his touch.

“Gonna make you cum,” he pants, unceasing in his rhythm, “gonna make you cum and then I’m going to cum all over these beautiful tits.”

You begin to feel that sweet pull in your spine through your stomach and when he pinches your clit you buck upwards, crying out.

“Phantom, fuck,” you moan, “fuck honey don’t stop, don’t stop. I’m gonna–I’m so–”

In an instant your back bows off the floor as much as it can with his weight on top of you. Your cries are loud, wanton, and undoubtedly can be heard from outside the room but you can’t bring yourself to care. Phantom rubs at you through your orgasm, only slipping his hand out of your panties when your breathing begins to become steadier. Now he’s feral, both of his hands covering yours as your both push your breasts together tighter around his cock. Lifting your head up you make sure every pass of the tip meets your tongue and his thrusts begin to become sloppier. You know his end is soon when he begins to let out keening whines of your name, back arching.

“Come on Phantom,” you coo, “come on these tits, baby.”

Quickly he pulls back and takes hold of his cock, jerking it hard and fast. With a low, hoarse moan he comes in ropes across your breasts and onto your neck, his hand continuing to slide over himself until he cries out and collapses forward. When you lift your head up to inspect the mess he’s made of you, you gather a good amount of his seed on your forefinger and bring it to your lips. Keeping your eyes on his, you slip the digit in your mouth and suck with a lewd moan. He’s saltier than you expected, but not unpleasant, and you adore the way his eyes darken at the act. After a moment he swings his legs off of you and lies down next to you on the floor.

“Did I live up to your expectations of me, love?” you enquire lightly, his cum cooling rapidly on your chest. He lets out a tired but jubilant laugh.

“You have no idea,” he says, nuzzling into your side. “The others…they always talk about how pretty you are or how good you feel but…”

“But what?”

He sighs softly, toying with your hair. “I don’t know. The ghoulettes say there’s something special about you and I believe it.”

Special. There’s that word again. The fears you had while curled up with Sunshine wane a little but not entirely. You feel like there’s something that’s been going unsaid between you and the ghouls, but you don’t have the energy right now to pry into it. With a groan you sit up and Phantom follows suit.

“Need a shower,” you say, adjusting your bralette and pulling your habit back up to cover yourself. “Would you like to join me?”

Phantom’s tail is thumping eagerly on the ground beside him before he stands and helps you up, then tucking himself away.

“Anything you say, beautiful,” he says, following you out of the practice room.

Such a good boy, you think.

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