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Ghost Shorties

Summary:

A place to keep Ghost fic bits less than ~1000 words

Chapter 1 - "Property of Frater" - Frater Imperator/Reader; 464 words; You surprise Frater with some new purchases.

Chapter 2 - "Look But Don't Touch" - Papa V/Reader; 298 words; Papa V admires your anatomy.

Chapter 3: Imagine Mirror Sex; Cardi/Reader; 290 words; Cardi fucks you in front of a mirror.

Chapter 4: Imagine Broom Closet Sex; Frater Imperator/Reader; 442 words; Cardi accosts you after watching you do a sex ritual in a statue garden.

Chapter 1: Property of Frater

Chapter Text

When you hear Frater’s key slip into his chamber’s lock you shoot into action. Instead of lounging in the lazy way you normally do on his futon while reading, you roll over to your stomach to display the bright blue panties that just came in today; you make sure that the rose gold words “Property of Frater” are prominently displayed so he’ll see them when he first steps into the room. You work on schooling your face so you have a “oh hi honey, I didn’t expect you here so soon” look instead of the shit-eating-grin you feel your lips curving into.

“Amore mio, you could not believe wh . . .” he begins as the door swings open, choking when he takes you in. You must make a pretty picture; along with the panties you dug out his sparkly jacket and a pair of sheer white thigh highs. You hear him swallow loudly and turn to look at him.

“Oh hi babe,” you say, catching his absolutely gobsmacked expression. You spent an hour making sure that you knew exactly how to move the jacket as you rolled halfway over so you could display that you didn’t bother with anything beneath the jacket. “I didn’t expect you so early,” you finish innocently. You can tell he isn’t buying it.

“Oh yes,” he responds, closing the door and narrowing his eyes. “A whole five minutes early on a Friday afternoon, how unexpected,” he growls, stalking over to the futon and pushing you back to your belly. He runs one of his broad gloved hands down your back over the jacket and traces the words across your ass. “I see you’ve been shopping,” he murmurs, entranced.

“Yes,” you giggle, giving up the ghost of innocence. “And this,” you say, producing the hotel key fob engraved with “Frater’s Chambers” from the jacket’s pocket. You let the key to his room dangle in the open air. You feel him pause his fondling of your ass. He draws his hand back and spanks you lightly.

“Amore,” he breathes out as he leans down to press his lips to the stretch of your neck that’s exposed above the jacket’s collar. “So keen to show everyone you’re mine, eh?” he whispers as he mouths at your earlobe.

“Yes,” you shiver, feeling his hand dive beneath the jacket and run up your spine.

He brings his hands to your waist and pulls you to your knees, straddling your lower legs.

“Then let me help you have them hear that too” he purrs, dragging the panties down your legs and exposing your glistening sex to him. You hear him pull his zipper open and sigh as you feel him press against your entrance. You silently prepare to scream yourself hoarse for the rest of the evening.