He's Perfect Your Honor

He's perfect your honor

something something you get so high on weed gummies that you kill your father and fuck your mother. call that taking an oedipal

i’m such a “i want your attention” but “won’t bother you” kinda person

it’s not just a want anymore, it’s a carnal need

he loves to nibble on soft places

god didn't give me a dick because i would read poems & get hard and then everyone would be mean to me

a/n: GRRR I HAD A DREAM ABOUT THIS SHIT AND I WAS MELTING YALL,,, word count: 0.3k summary: ghost always thinks you’re so pretty <33

”you don’t gotta do nothing but look pretty for me, m’kay?”

his voice made your head swim as his fingers gently pressed at your clit, sat between his spread legs. in your haze, you gave a dumb nod at his words, the back of your head resting against his shoulder.

“you do so much for me, baby, gotta pay you back, yeah? that’s my girl.”

your thoughts swam as he gently fingered at your dripping pussy, his lips leaving red hot marks on your skin.

you were stupid for thinking he wouldn’t do anything but love you. even when you were at your lowest and felt like nothing, he would still sweep you into his lap like his pretty little girl.

and you felt so pretty as his fingers worked away at you, curling his fingers up against your walls as you gave a little whine of pleasure. his other hand squeezed at your neck, eyes rolling back in your head as you struggled to get a breath out.

he knew just what you liked. and as the knot slowly became undone in your stomach, a squeal leaving your lips as your legs lifted up slightly, walls clamping down around his thick fingers, drenching his hand.

“would you look at that, making a mess on my hand like that? oh you’re too good to me.”